#chuuya x reader fluff

[riiwrites]

“dancing in the dark.”

summary : when the BSD men catch you dancing.

includes : chuuya, dazai, fyodor

request : “i was thinking what fyodor, dazai and chuuya would react if their s/o is actually a dancer and keeps it a secret from them!” - 💙

a/n: thank you so much for the request, angel!! i really tried to fit the description as you requested in your og ask, i hope it’s fit to your standards :) also tysm to my lovely poe for being my russian translator for the nicknames that fyodor uses in this fic! show him some love, they’re so so great <3 @cherrymoka222

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CHUUYA

• Chuuya truly thought he knew everything about you. From your likes to dislikes, your personality traits and little silly habits. He thought he had you figured out.

• That was until, he caught you in the garden.

• Moving elegantly but so swiftly, he was in awe.

• He didn’t dare to disturb you, thinking this moment was just so perfect to ruin.

• And he thought, if you were to hide such a thing from him, how would you react if he knew? So he never confronts you about it.

• That is until, he has a better idea.

“Right, baby..I’m gonna head to bed.” Chuuya announced with a yawn, making you turn your head as you nod softly, smiling at him.

“Kay.”

He begins to walk out the room, as soon as he reaches the doorway however, he takes one last little glance at you and smiles to himself before heading off.

An hour or so later, the normal time you would often “head to bed” came around but in reality, you’re heading to your escape in the garden.

As you head towards the back door, you couldn’t help but have a sneaky feeling that something was different about tonight.

Oh how you were so right.

There stood Chuuya, still in his normal work attire with a big smirk on his face as he watched your little suspicious look turn into one of shock.

“Hey.” He says.

“..Hey..” You repeat, slowly making your way towards him. As you did, you noticed the scenery around you.

The bushes surrounding and sculpting the area were lit beautifully with fairy-lights scattered across them left to right, with a little boombox sat on a nearby table with slow jazz playing softly in the background.

“..So you know..?” You ask.

“Oh I know.” He instantly says, letting out a chuckle as he saw your flushed face out of embarrassment.

“Come now, doll..why the face? You shouldn’t be embarrassed.” He says softly, walking towards you and creating the distance between you both smaller and smaller with each passing second. “I think it’s beautiful.” He whispers as he reaches out to touch you, lifting your chin up with his gloved fingers.

You shyly locate your eyes to find his, a little hesitance in your voice as you whispered “Really?”

He nodded, his smirk now changing to a soft and comforting smile as he whispers back. “Really.” The tone in his voice sounding so sincere and full of genuine honesty made you feel giddy.

He leans in and kisses your lips ever so gently, before pulling away after a few seconds to hold out his hand towards you.

“Can I?” He asks.

You smile, nodding as you put your hand in his, and he slowly walks backwards and guides you throughout the garden, spinning you around and dancing with you in the dark as if time was nonexistent.

DAZAI

• This smug bastard already has a pretty fine idea about your talent.

• He’s already onto your every move.

• Why? Because he sees the way your eyes light up once anything dance related shows up on the screen and you look so engrossed with it.

• He thinks it’s adorable, really. He’s always known you’ve had a liking for dance.

• But, catching you whilst you’re actually dancing just like the stars on TV? Moving so graciously with your legs as you slowly make the garden your own.

• He could watch you for hours, and he did.

You walk on water like it’s fragile to touch, the little ripples appearing just below your toes as you tread ever so lightly but dance with such a powerful impact that could make everyone stop and stare.

Well, it made someone specific stop and stare.

“Wow..” You’re instantly snapped out of your thoughts as you fall straight into the water, snapping your head towards the sound of your disturbance. You shoot him a glare.

“Whaaat? Can’t I watch my beautiful bella dance like nobody’s watching?”

“Well someone’s clearly watching.” You scoff as you stand up, your lower half now drenched in water.

“I’ve been watching you for hours, Y’know~” He chimes, smirking as you step out of the water and shake your legs to remove any excess water.

“How did I not notice your eery gaze carving holes into the back of me..?” You whisper to yourself, but Dazai answers your rhetorical question anyway.

“I’ve actually known about your little talent for months now, you just haven’t spotted me. Until today when I was oh so rudely interrupted..” He sighs heavily.

“Okay, one, Joe Goldberg, cool it.” You retort as you walk towards the back door, to which he was standing in front of. “And two, you interrupted me! I would’ve kept dancing if you kept your mouth shut..”

“Oh?~” He says, his smirk only growing wider. “Is that an invitation, dear?”

You couldn’t help your blush as you look up at him, smiling a little as your annoyed facade fades. “..Maybe..”

He smiles, hopping off the steps leading to the back door and placing a kiss on your forehead. “Aren’t you just the sweetest when you’re not mad at me?” He says, then, he flicks your forehead.

“Ow!- dick..” You murmur as Dazai walks past you, giggling to himself as he reaches the bit of the garden to which you were dancing on.

“Well? Show me the VIP experience, bella.”

You couldn’t help but smile and roll your eyes as you rush to the pool of water as Dazais eyes follow you, waiting patiently for you to begin.

As you begin to dance and return to your concentrated look. Dazai stares with the biggest smile on his face as he watches you take the night away with your actions. God, how lucky was he?

And he could’ve sworn he fell in love with you all over again, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

FYODOR

• Like Dazai, he knows about your liking towards dancing.

• But, he doesn’t know you actually do it, he just thought it was something you enjoyed to watch.

• You tried your hardest to hide it from him, simply because you didn’t want to bother him with your interests whilst he was busy working and didn’t want to be a distraction.

• He suspected something the moment you started acting suspicious around him, you could never hide anything from him.

• He eventually found out about it one day when he was reading and then suddenly heard piano music being played from outside.

• His interest was piqued almost immediately, as he closed his book and slowly made his way throughout the house and out to the garden.

• He had his suspicions, and as he reached the door and opened it quietly, they were confirmed.

• There you were, dancing ever so beautifully and spinning heavenly. Why would you hide this from him?

• He wanted to find out, and he was going to.

Soon, the music came to an end, putting an end to your routine as you descend from your tiptoes and onto the ground flat. There were a few seconds of silence until the area was filled with sounds of slow clapping.

You could’ve swore you heard your heart stop.

“Myshka..why’d you stop?” He says with a little smirk. You turn around slowly as your met with your lovers strong gaze.

“Oh..uhm..because the song..ended..” You stammer, looking down at your feet as you could practically feel your inner self growing smaller and smaller with each moment of silence.

Fyodor walks towards you, hands clasped together. “What a performance, lapachka..You move so elegantly.” He compliments you, to which you blush and move your hands to your face.

“You weren’t supposed to know..” You muffle out, and he can’t help but chuckle at your cute actions. He gently takes your hands and pulls them from your face, giving you the same smile but this time, it looked comforting.

“And why not?” He asks.

“I just..” You pause, becoming careful with your words. “I didn’t want to bother you with it..”

His gaze becomes softer as he appears a bit confused, and also..saddened? It only lasts a second though as his smirk returns and he strokes your cheek.

“You could never bother me, dear..” He whispers as he kisses your lips. You close your eyes and kiss him back, going up on your tiptoes to get a better angle. He pulls away and continues stroking your cheek, before pulling away and walking past you and heading towards the music player himself.

You raise an eyebrow as you turn towards him. “..What are you doing?” You ask skeptically. He switches on a channel of classical music, looking up at you with the same look on his face as he extends a hand out towards you.

“Come.” He says, and you instantly follow.

He takes your hand and you both begin to way to the music, his feet moving just the same as yours as if he was an expert on what he was doing. You were surprised.

“How are you so experienced with this?” You giggle.

“I’ve adapted to the area of dancing in..every lifetime let’s just say..” He replies, spinning you around slowly once before going back to sway with you. You smile, making Fyodor chuckle just a little.

You both danced for most of the night, and being in eachothers arms made Fyodor think he was one of the luckiest men in the world.

Maybe living in this lifetime wasn’t so bad, as long as it meant being with you.

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[osachiyo]

𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐎𝐘, 𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 — dazai, chuuya, Fyodor, nikolai, oda

˚➶ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — fem!reader, sfw content, so much fluff, children, nikolai is actually a good father in this i swear, swearing in chuuya's, best viewed in dark mode

˚➶ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — wdym do i have baby fever why would u even ask that? also im begging for some fluffy asks </3 not proofread

𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 . . . just some cute little scenarios with daddy!bsd men <3

dazai stared at his 2 month old baby girl sleeping in her crib, drooling on the little pink teddy bear you two had bought for her. it was almost 3 am — the time she'd wake up every single night and start crying for milk, effectively ruining both of your sleep. he knew you were tired, you needed rest — but you couldn't just leave your baby crying all night. that's exactly why he offered to do it for you, waking up exactly at 2:30 am, just to watch his baby sleep — waiting patiently for her to stir awake all while admiring his baby's cuteness.

she's got your nose — he thought while smiling fondly, tracing a slim finger over her chubby little cheeks before gently poking her nose, making a little 'boop!' noise while doing so. she stirred a little from the contact, her face scrunched up all cutely as she slowly woke from her slumber. "morning, sweet girl," dazai whispered, gently picking her up from the crib and cradling her — shushing her little cries. at least she isn't going full crier mode — he thought to himself, relieved that he managed to calm her down.

"let's not wake up your mommy, okay hun?" he muttered, pressing a sweet kiss to the crown of her head — a chuckle leaving his lips as he watched her make grabby little hands to the formula filled baby bottle in his hand.

"oh you want this?" he dangled the bottle in front of her eager face — her eyes lighting up as she babbled random words to her daddy, translating to "yes please!"

"sure, baby — buuuut! — you have to give daddy a kiss first," he grinned, moving his awful bed-head out of his face and revealing his cheek to her, ready for a kiss from his tiny princess. and as if she could actually understand him, she placed a kiss on his cheek, though it was mostly her trying to eat his cheek instead, but everyone has to start somewhere, right? at least that's what her father thought.

you slept like a baby that night — but you did find dazai in the baby room in the morning, sound asleep on the carpeted floor with his little bundle of joy in his arms

chuuya knew you needed a break from your mommy duties — like everyone does once in a while. so like the wonderful and caring husband he was, he bought you a ticket to bali — insisting that he would be fine. after all, how hard could taking care of a toddler be?

"fuckin' hell.." chuuya grumbled, gloved fingers through his ginger locks as he clicked his tongue. he was going through some very annoying paperwork that his subordinates apparently couldn't do right — which was so damn frustrating. and he had to keep an eye on his sweet 3 year old daughter, who was playing on the floor, mumbling a random children's song while doing so. chuuya didn't know how in the actual hell you managed to multitask like this — doing all the housework while taking care of the kid? it genuinely impressed him.

"—ak!" his train of throught suddenly got cut off, as he heard his daughter. he looked over at the small child, who was happily waving her doll around. "did you say something, honey?" he questioned, walking over to kneel beside her as he eyed the heap of toys — mayybe you were right, he thought, he did buy her too many toys.

the toddler looked at her daddy, the beaming smile on her chubby face made him want to just scoop her up in his arms and stay like that for hours.

"fak!" she squealed, slamming the poor doll on the floor — as if it were the most exciting word she'd ever heard. chuuya's face went pale — sweat already beading at his temples as he imagined your reaction to your daughter saying the forbidden word.

"nonono don't say that — that's a bad word, sweetheart," chuuya scooped her up before placing her on his lap, as she tilted her head, staring at him in confusion, "..fak?"

"shit — you've got to be kiddin' me.."

"shit?"

"NO — oh god damn it!"

"yes, good girl — put it right there," fyodor pointed at the chess board. the toddler only stared at him in confusion, looking at the chess piece in her stubby hand before looking back at her father. "come on, you can do it," your husband encouraged, never getting impatient.

"i don't think it's possible for a 4 year old to play chess, fedya dear.." you let out a chuckle, taking in the amusing sight of your husband teaching his precious daughter how to play chess. "anything is possible, my love," fyodor replied, trying to stop his daughter from putting the chess piece in her mouth. "riiight... her trying to eat the pieces definitely doesn't help your case, darling," you laughed, rolling your eyes at how silly your beloved could be at times, no matter how many people see him as a genius.

"she's learning," he retaliated, taking the piece away from her before dangling her favourite candy in front of her cute little face — "if you can put this right here, i'll give you the candy, okay? easy enough, right?"

the toddler only pouted, bottom lip jutting out as she whined — "but daddy, you can do it yourself!" fyodor sighed, apparently, she was having trouble understanding why she should do it when he could easily do it himself.

“darling, that’s not the point — the point is that i’m trying to play a game with you and it’s your turn.” the young girl’s frown only deepened, face scrunching up in frustration while she sulked in her seat.

“i think she deserves the candy, don't you, hun?” you smiled, turning over to your daughter — who only nodded in return. “she’ll get her candy after she puts the piece in the correct spot.” your husband clicked his tongue, shaking his head in disapproval at you giving in so easily. “she’s just a child, honey..” you sighed, cheek resting on your palm.

fyodor was about to give another witty reply when you both heard a small sniffle — both of you looking over to the little girl; her lips were wobbling, tears running down her soft cheeks. “oh no no, sweetheart — c’mere,” it’s like he did a total 180, previously annoyed features now softened and evident guilt painting his face. your daughter only seemed to cry harder at that, snot running down her nose as she ran to fyodor, burying her face in his chest. “there, there..” he sighed, frowning at the way her body shook with each hiccup. “told you,” you grumbled, stifling a laugh at seeing fyodor panicking and handing her a good amount of the sweet treats — only for her to stop crying the moment she got what she wanted, a mischievously cute grin gracing her face. like father like daughter — you suppose.

"daddyyyy! — stay still!" the little girl whined, eyebrows furrowing as she combed through nikolai's snowy hair. "you've been brushing my hair for 30 minutes now, princesssss!" he whined back, matching her childish tone. "it needs to be perfect," his precious daughter sighed out loud, acting as if she was stressed — perhaps she learnt that from you, he snickered at the thought.

"alright, alright.." he sighed, straightening his posture — smiling as he felt tiny hands comb through his white locks. at least she's gentle with it — he practically shuddered at the thought of his precious hair being yanked and pulled by a toddler.

"daddy, you need to close your eyes," she huffed, running over to grab her little box of accessories and clips, before returning back to her dad. "whatever the princess wants, i suppose.." he chuckled, closing his eyes — feeling her decorating his hair with whichever accessory she desired. he could never really say no to her.

after a few more moments of waiting, she was finally done — excitedly telling nikolai to open his eyes. "tadaaaa!" she giggled, throwing her arms up in the air as he opened his eyes, a cheshire smile immediately gracing his lips as he stared at his reflection — hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, as various colours of heart shaped clips decorated his head. "you did such a good job, dove!" he grinned, scooping her tiny frame up in his huge arms, as she squealed. he threw her up into the air — making her squeal even louder before easily catching her, both of them howling with laughter.

moments like this makes him glad he didn't leave to get the milk.

"how does your mom even do this every morning.." oda sighed, trying his best to figure out how in the actual hell to do his daughter's hair. and the worst part? he only had 10 minutes until the school bus arrived. hell, he already spent the last 20 minutes brushing and detangling her hair!

"daddy, there's not much time left!" the 7 year old complained — watching her dad struggle with her hair through the mirror. he was debating on whether to call you for help, which he quickly decided against. she's on vacation, she should enjoy it thoroughly without any worry — he thought to himself, clicking his tongue as he messed up what was supposed to be a simple pigtail once again.

"daddy.. there's only two minutes left!" the girl whined once again, kicking her legs as she grew more and more impatient — while her hair situation grew worse and worse. "um, alright sweetheart — how about you just go to school with your hair down?" oda sweat dropped, trying to convince his daughter to the best of his ability.

"you know i can't do thaatt!" she groaned, giving him a pout. "right — well how about —"

the honking of the bus outside cut him off, as the little girl only sighed.

he somehow convinced your daughter to not snitch to you about her going to school with very crooked pigtails. buuut, he did take some hair lessons from you after you came back.

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[causenessus]

in every universe. | nakahara chuuya

chuuya x gn!reader

written in 2nd person :3

"i'd give the world to her, as long as my heart's still beating, as long as she's next to me, because I like her." -> 20191009 i like her by (mac demarco)

2.7k words

notes: use of pet names sweetheart/doll (for reader) and love/darling (for chuuya), established relationship, a lot of flirting and teasing on both ends because they love each other and can handle it, chuuya cursing, chuuya being head over heels for reader, gifting giving as a love language taken to the MAX, just two people being bookworms :3 i hope you enjoy! the bookstore they go to (spoiler alert) is very much based off of a bookstore i went to while visiting my mango anon, so i dedicate this work to her <3

nakahara chuuya who never had time to read or stop to take a breath until he met you. in the sheep, even when he was first taken in, he soon began to help on food runs. once they found out about his ability, there was never a day he got to catch a true break. then joining the mafia kept him busy, and what he few things he did read were half-assed reports or those typed by someone who obviously should have been a novelist rather than a mafia lackey.

for him, there was no middle between never reading and reading something that made him want to set the paper in his hands on fire. but that didn't mean he outright hated the idea of it. he liked the idea of books and the stores and libraries that were filled with shelves of thread-bound tens or hundreds of sheets of paper from every decade of the world; some having recently found their way onto a shelf while others had been printed, placed on shelves, and traded hands for centuries. he liked the idea of the worlds each of the books contained, the different stories they all told, and the inferences and messages people would take with them after finishing a book.

once, he’d been trailing a target who'd entered a nearby bookstore to browse their selection. he'd done his own bit of wandering, mainly to fit in with the atmosphere until it became less of an act and something more genuine—a few covers would catch his eye and he’d felt tempted to pull them off the shelf and buy them right then and there before he remembered what he was here for. but that interaction had been his first experience with the allure of books; it wasn't really something he'd learned in that moment, but, more precisely, from you.

you, who would get too caught up in a book until he'd called your name for the umpteenth time, not angry, but worried about why you weren't responding to him. he'd feared you were purposely ignoring him and was unsure of what he’d done until you’d silenced his concerns with a laugh. when he'd settled onto the couch next to you after finally getting your attention, you'd climbed on top of him, pressing a kiss to his lips, "i'm not mad. i was just reading a good book, i promise."

a book had the ability to distract you that much?

"i just get lost in books sometimes—too focused on what’s happening in the world within them. that's what a good book does," you explained further, his hands trailing down to settle on your sides, pulling you close and flush against him.

he hummed, processing your words. it sounded like an interesting experience and anything you liked he was bound to like, right? the only kind of book he didn't want to read was a mystery. he had enough of that kind of shit in his everyday life when he had to figure out where the hell his rookies went off to every day–not to mention that cursed book he'd been trapped into by that detective boy from the agency several months ago.

a few days after your explanation, he was taking you out on his day off when you both passed the bookstore he'd previously found himself in on that last mission. recognizing the sign that hung on the wall above the store, his feet almost stopped as if he was feeling a pull to return back to the store before he ignored the feeling. noticing his interest in the bookstore, you’d squeezed his hand. "hey, I wanna go in there. can we?" you asked, tilting your head while pointing to the store.

he'd never been able to resist that sweet smile of yours and this is–of course–his day to spoil you, but he still can’t help but tease you a little bit first, "huh? you don't have enough books already?"

you pout, already settled on your decision as you begin tugging him towards the entrance of the store, "how rude! never say that to a bookworm. there's no such thing as having too many books."

"yeah, yeah, sorry." he rolls his eyes half heartedly, but he doesn’t put the effort to tease you above making it to the door before you do, holding it open before walking in after you.

the bookstore is worn, the small bell at the edge of the door more of a dusty bronze than a gold, showing its age. the floorboards have started to bow with how many seasons of cold and warm temperatures they’ve been through and they creak loudly, flattening back into their original flush position whenever he steps on them. there's a large dark walnut wooden ladder reaching the shelves of the store's abnormally high ceiling, looking as cliché as it gets, yet it was the first thing he noticed upon entering the store weeks ago and it’s one of his favorite touches to the store even now.

he almost protests when your fingers slip out of his as you run off to admire in awe a row of books that adorn the top of a piano, but he smiles at the look of wonder in your eyes that only grows when you turn to the left to see a staircase descending down.

"chuuya! look! they have a lower floor!" you say, straightening back up to point at the stairs, looking at him.

he's shoved his hands in his pockets, finally making it back to you after you’d run off and now he's staring you down with a look in his eyes that makes you melt and drop your arm shyly under his adoring gaze, "yeah, you just noticed, sweetheart?"

"well– not a lot of bookstores have something like this," you purse your lips, looking down at the floor, "you're acting like you've been here before."

"i have," he replies, arm coming around your shoulder to guide you to the staircase, where he knows you want to go. you look up at him in surprise as you begin descending the broad wooden planks and he shrugs, "was following someone last week and they came in here. spent like an hour walking around...they must've been a bookworm like you."

you giggle at his words, leaning closer into his touch, pressing a chaste kiss to the underside of his jaw, nuzzling your nose into the side of his neck before pulling away. "well, now you're going to have to watch me wander around this bookstore. don't go too far, alright?"

"says you," he sighs, shaking his head as you run off the moment you reach the bottom of the stairs to the nearest bookshelf. while you spend a few minutes observing every spine lined up in front of you, he begins to wander around on his own, trying to find the books he'd looked at last week. there was no harm in it, right? it looked weirder if he just stood around in the middle of the store waiting for his sweet partner to be done. although, another unique touch to the bookstore was a small projector that hung from the ceiling of the basement of the bookstore. it was casting an old black and white film onto a side of a wall, where a few rows of seats had been placed for anyone wanting to sit for a moment.

but he didn't need to pretend he was here for a reason, he’d wanted to come in here just as much as you did even if he wouldn’t admit it. he soon found himself searching the shelves too, gloves trailing along the edges of several book's spines, ever so often stopping to pull one that stood out to him.

a blow against the shell of his ear makes him jump and he spins around to face you, his cheeks a little pink, "shit, you scared me, doll."

you only give him a teasing smile and laugh, your eyes flickering down to the book in his hand, "did you find something you liked?"

he turns the object around in his eyes, looking at its back as if the answer to your question was supposed to be there. the entire cover was made out of blue thread, and the gold text that had been etched into it had grabbed his attention. "i don't know, i think i just liked how it looked. what about you?"

he can see you holding your hands behind your back and at his prompt, you flash him a grin before revealing a pile of books balanced nicely on top of each other.

the large stack isn't what makes his eyes widen and lips part slightly–it's how familiar all the covers of the books look to him. "did you–?"

"you fell right into my trap, chuu," you keep teasing him and it pieces together.

you had plenty of books, and yeah you could always have more but you hadn’t wanted to come here for you. you'd noticed his slight trip up at the sight of the store, and brought him in here for him. so that he could look at books. you'd been secretly paying attention to what books he'd picked up out of the corner of your eyes. and once he'd finished talking himself out of buying a book and placed it back where he found it, you trailed behind him to pull the book right back off the shelves.

you'd snuck up on him at the end of an aisle, where there were bookshelves on all three sides of you both besides the way you'd come from. he used that to his advantage, suddenly pulling you in by the hip to press you against the bookshelf facing the opposite end of the aisle. to anyone else, he probably only looked like he was browsing the selection this shelf (unless they were unfortunate enough to look just a little bit closer, to the pair of shoes trapped between his own).

you'd exclaimed at the sudden pull, tightening your grip on the books, shuddering when you felt his breath on your neck.

"you're sly, you know that? when'd you start behaving like this?" the words went straight to your stomach where you felt a flutter, and you reached out a hand to grip the sleeve of one of his arms.

"well, i learned from you, of course," you fired back, your mouth immediately going dry at the trail of kisses he left down your neck.

"you're too cute for your own good, you know," he murmured, pulling away, leaving you a blushing mess. "are you done? should we keep going?" he asked, looking at you like nothing had happened.

"i– um– just want to buy these books and then we can leave," you fixed your clothing, trying to cool down.

he quirked a brow, "were you actually interested in those books too? in that case, let me pay–" he reached for the books in your hands but you dodged his attempt, shifting your arms to hold them out to the right.

"no, i'm buying them for you, silly!" you teased, already walking past him before he could process your words and catch you.

"[y/n]—"

"i know what you’re thinking. you didn’t want to buy them in the first place because ‘i’ll never have time to read them... what if I don't like them... blah blah blah…’ but that all changes today. starting now, i'll be taking you on reading dates at least once a month. got it?" you turned to face him on the stairs you were climbing back up and he stopped behind you, a look of surprise on his face. "you'll never know if you like them until you try, chuu."

"i–"

"good, it's settled," you winked before turning back towards the top of the stairs, walking over to the counter.

once you got there? chuuya fought with you to pay, the both of you whipping out your cards while the cashier in front of you continued to stare forward with a smile on their face as if the couple in front of them wasn't shoving at each other, cursing one another out as their arms got tangled up, grabbing at each other's wrists.

your card won in the end, and you laughed triumphantly before placing the books in his hands while he muttered something you couldn't quite catch. when you made it out the door, he'd pulled you by the waist to bring your back flush against his chest again, face pressed into your shoulder, his new books still held at his side. "thank you, doll," he whispered, face slightly muffled by your shoulder.

but you heard it still, turning to place a gentle kiss to the side of his head. "of course, love," you smiled, reaching your arm back to find his free hand, intertwining it with yours. "now, where were we going again? before we got sidetracked by the books?"

"i was going to treat you to coffee," he came back to your side as you both began to walk again.

you bobbed your head at the reminder, "ah, right! although i think you're mistaken. i was going to treat you."

he looked at you from the side, brows furrowed, "hell no. especially not after you paid for these books. you're not gonna win this time, i'll pin your feet to the ground with gravity if i have to."

"you wouldn't dare," you stuck your tongue out at him before looking forward and refusing to say anything else. and he didn't argue back, because you were right. he'd much rather wire his entire savings into your account or pay you back a hundred times over before ever even thinking about using his ability on you in such a way. "hey," you suddenly perked up again and he hummed in response, waiting for you to continue, "do you wanna read at the cafe? or just go home? don't tell me it's up to me, tell me what you want."

he sighed at how quick you were to shut down his default answer, taking a second to think through his answer. "i think i just wanna go home. don't wanna hear anyone's voice but yours."

the way he smirked at you afterward, seeing your face warm at his comment told you that he was flirting on purpose to get a rise out of you. but you also knew by this point that his compliments came from an honest place, it was just for his entertainment that he’d word them in such a way to leave you a blushing mess.

"alright then," you mumbles back, cheeks flushed, "we'll grab something and go home."

and that day off had started a routine. "reading dates" as you had called them.

you.

you.

he loved you.

he loved coming home, no matter the time, and seeing you on his couch, knees pulled to your chest where a book was nestled. he loved the way you beckoned him with a hand and a soft call of his name, carded your fingers through his hair as you changed your position, just to accommodate him, so that he could rest his head in your lap.

sometimes you seemed to read his mind and had the current book he was reading on the other side of you and would hand it to him so that he could read as well. sometimes, you simply rubbed his scalp, telling him, “just rest, darling. how was your day?”

maybe it was because he was always so busy, always on the move, always out of the house and returning home late, but he much preferred staying inside with you on his days off to going out if you didn’t want to. he liked it when you both lay against opposite sides of the couch, legs intertwined where they met in the middle, or when he was nestled between your legs, head resting on your middle as you both read in a peaceful silence. 

he liked best when neither of you even made it the couch, but woke up in each others arms, and stayed in bed the whole day. or when he woke up, an arm still slung around your front, keeping you close, but you were sat up, resting against the headboard of his bed, book in hand.

he loved you, it was that simple. it was the root of his life, his purpose for living, the feeling in which everything else could stem from.

perhaps you were a kind of book yourself, always able to take him to another world, where he could be separated from his problems and just focus on the beauty of creation and humankind. and he could do that all just by tracing the side of your face every morning.

[cvntydazai]

underdog

when you and your boyfriend work for the port mafia, spending time together isn’t always going to be a top priority, especially when he’s an executive and you’re just an underdog.

pairing; chuuya nakahara x fem!reader

word count; 2.5k

content warning; heavy angst, fluff, cursing, lots of mentions of alcohol, bestfriend!dazai, miscommunication, unedited, slightly suggestive if you squint, chuuya is a sweetie pie who i love with my whole heart

a/n: my second post on here! i’m working on my masterlist and stuff right now but formatting that stuff can be so boring so it takes me forever.

you woke to the feeling of the cold morning breeze against your shivering body. the bed felt empty on chuuya’s side, as it always did. he usually left for work earlier than you did, claiming it was mori’s request that he be there at the crack of dawn but some days it felt like he did it by choice.

while chuuya was an executive under port mafia, you were simply an underdog, taking on miniscule tasks that don’t require the attention of any higher up. you tried to reason with your bitter feelings on the title, it was better to be out of the spotlight. so why did you want to be in it so badly?

your phone that laid on your bedside table rung, chuuya’s contact name stared back at you. with a sigh you reached for the phone and accepted your lover’s call. “hello?” you start, a moment of silence before chuuya speaks.

“hey, mori said there’s a job for you.” of course, mori wouldn’t waste time calling someone of such low importance so chuuya was tasked with it.

chuuya explained the details of the mission. it was simple, as they all were. you needed to collect missed payments from someone the port mafia worked with. you were also informed they weren’t hostile, that it was just to collect money.

“if you don’t feel comfortable going alone i can send akutagawa to go with you.” his concern was noticeable even through the phone.

“no, it’s fine. these kinds of jobs bore him anyways.” and they bore you too, but you never voice your complaints.

“okay, just.. be safe.” you agreed, ending the call immediately after.

you got ready in the time it took for the cab to arrive at your apartment. there was no small talk on the ride there, just the silent hum of lost radio signal on the stereo. this would take maybe an hour or two tops and then you would have nothing left on your schedule for the day. that’s how it typically went, no work of any importance.

“we’re here.” you thanked the driver and stepped out.

-

it took an hour and a half, only because the shop owner who owed money did not want to cough up the cash to pay his debts. eventually you had to threaten him, and he finally agreed to pay what he owed.

with the money in hand you headed for the port mafia in the same car you came here with. the same silence, same boredom. when you arrived there was no one to greet you so you decided to take the money up to mori yourself.

you passed akutagawa on the way there, he stopped you. “are you going to see mori?” you nodded, motioning to the suitcase that held the heaping amount of money. “just let me take it, i’ll let him know you went home after finishing the job.” he said, snatching the suitcase from you quicker than you could comprehend.

of course, you could never see the boss yourself. the higher ups had to always be the ones, why couldn’t it ever just be you delivering your work to your boss? it wasn’t fair, but you didn’t dare speak out.

“thanks, akutagawa.” he nodded, turning back to mori’s office.

when you reached the entrance again there was the same driver, you sat in the same seat.

“going home?” you thought about it for a second.

“no, take me to the nearest bar.” he complied without saying another word.

the nearest bar happened to be one you frequented, when you entered you were greeted by the bartender who was currently cleaning off glasses from previous customers. you took your usual spot at the center of the bar, ordering what you usually do. you drank in silence, playing with the hem of your coat while you thought to yourself.

the coat was chuuya’s gift to you after he noticed how much you loved wearing it. even after he handed it over to you, sometimes you would still put it on his side of the coat rack so it smelled like him when you wore it. he used to tease you about it, saying you could just start wearing his cologne too if you liked the way he smelled so much.

the coat that once kept you warm felt colder now. maybe it was because it had aged significantly since it was gifted to you and was now littered in holes, or maybe it was because you hadn’t properly seen chuuya in weeks and the coat doesn’t smell of him anymore.

he was always busy, always having missions to go on while you rotted away at home like the useless underdog you were. could being a higher up and risking your life be worth it, if it meant you could see him more?

“hey, stranger.” you knew that voice anywhere.

“hi, dazai.” you didn’t look up to meet his eyes, only feeling his presence sitting beside you.

even with dazai being in the agency now, he was still your closest friend. you still frequently saw him, usually to drink but sometimes to just talk. chuuya didn’t like it whatsoever but never made an effort to stop you. he would remind you that port mafia doesn’t meddle with the agency if it doesn’t have to, and you would reply with the same “i know” as you left.

he ordered a drink on his never ending tab and hummed a tune to himself. he was awfully quiet, so unlike him.

“you know i’m gonna ask you what’s wrong, right?” he broke the silence, and for the first time since he arrived you looked him in the eye. he saw the tears welling in your eyes and it hurt him to see you like that.

“is it chuuya? are you two fighting?” the only reason he could think of.

you let out a huff, taking the last swig of your drink.

“wish we were, at least we’d be talking to eachother.” you wiped your mouth, motioning to the bartender that you wanted another.

you could see the gears in dazai’s brain working in real time, deciphering your words like a case. you knew he would figure it out eventually, but all you needed right now was comfort so you gave into his curiosity.

“i want to ask for a job promotion, i’m so tired of being seen as a weakling in the port mafia.” you admitted, pulling your newly filled drink closer to you.

dazai didn’t seem the slightest bit surprised, his eyes held sympathy for you, you hated it. he cleared his throat, as if he was about to tell you the world was ending right then and there.

it felt like it was, you were losing your one and only love to a merciless job and no one in the port mafia took you seriously no matter how hard you tried to prove to them you could get work done.

“correct me if i’m wrong but.. is this really about wanting to move up in the mafia? or is it about wanting to see chuuya more?” he solved the case, just like that.

you didn’t bite back your tears any longer, letting them fall into your crossed arms as you sniffled. you were just about to take another gulp of your drink but dazai stopped you, giving you a knowing look, you didn’t handle your booze well and he knew it.

the alcohol wouldn’t solve your problems but maybe it would dull the pain in your heart. ignoring dazai’s pleading look, you drank again. nothing mattered right now, not even the hangover you’d feel in the morning.

dazai knew he couldn’t stop you, but at least he could watch you to make sure you were safe.

-

a couple of hours later and a few drinks down you were feeling the effects in full, your tears morphed into giggles and you felt on cloud nine. dazai had a few drinks in him as well, but not nearly as many as you. continuing to ignore his looks of concern you tried your hand at the dart board mounted on the wall ahead of you.

you were just about to take your shot when dazai’s ringing phone startled you.

“hey! i would’ve gotten it that time!” you shouted, slurring your words.

dazai rolled his eyes and accepted said call, already knowing who was on the other end without having to check the caller id.

“where is she?” chuuya’s harsh voice rang through the phone.

“the bar next to the port mafia building.” he replied calmly, ignoring the slew of curses from chuuya.

“i’ll be there in a second, make sure she doesn’t have anymore to drink.”

when chuuya arrived at the bar he walked onto the scene of you fighting dazai for a bottle of wine and the bartender watching with an unreadable expression. you wouldn’t have even noticed he was there if dazai didn’t greet him.

“what are you doing here?” you frowned, snatching the bottle of wine at last now that dazai was distracted.

“taking you home, put down the bottle.” he could tell you were shitfaced just by looking at you.

“i’ll go with you, but i’m taking the wine.” you reasoned, knowing chuuya wouldn’t be leaving this bar without you.

he agreed, sighing whilst digging in his pockets for his wallet. he slammed a wad of cash onto the counter, apologizing to the poor bartender who had to deal with two idiots the entire evening.

“i’m sorry about that, this should be enough to cover both of their tabs and the bottle of wine.” the bartender offered a smile of gratitude and wished chuuya a good night.

dazai followed the two of you out of the bar, hands stuffed deep in his pant pockets.

“do you.. need a ride?” chuuya asked, already regretting the simple act of kindness. you stood at his side, eyes trained at your feet with your bottle of wine tucked tightly under your shoulder.

“nah, i’ve got someone coming. i’ll see you around.” he took his leave, and chuuya quickly ushered you in his car.

the car ride home was silent, the only thing to be heard was your fiddling fingers. you wanted to say something, anything to break the tension but your brain felt like a melting pot of emotions. you were mad, yet you also yearned for him.

“i-“ you began, he stopped you.

“not right now, we can talk when i’m not driving.” if that wasn’t a dead giveaway that he was angry you didn’t know what was.

it was quiet the entire way back to your shared apartment. the anxiety bubbling inside you helped you sober up, you were still long gone. despite his obvious frustration, he still opened the car door for you and guided you up the steps into your home.

the second the door shut his mouth was moving.

“why didn’t you tell me you were going to be gone? do you have any idea how worried i was?” his voice raised and fired up, it sparked your own rage.

“well, i’m sorry i want to do something other than be your housewife.” a confused grunt left chuuya’s lips, never had he thought of you as his housewife.

his confusion only made you more upset, he truly had no idea how you felt.

“i’m sick of being here, never having anything to do.” you complained, walking into the kitchen to grab a glass for your wine.

chuuya followed you, a stern expression on his face as he quietly listened. he could see you were hurt in a way he desperately wanted to understand, but hearing you say you were sick of being home was like a bullet to the chest. this place was supposed to be a safe place for the both of you, had he done anything to give you the impression of otherwise?

“and no one in the mafia thinks i’m useful, not even you.” you mumbled, fumbling with cork screw that sealed the wine shut.

chuuya suddenly grabbed the bottle from your hand, now looking you dead in the eye. the grip on the bottle made the veins in his hand bulge, you weren’t sure how the glass hadn’t shattered from the force.

“who said that?” he asked, an unnerving calmness in his voice that worried you.

“said what?” you gulped, no longer worried about your wine.

“said you were useless.” silence on your part.

“no.. no one’s said it but i can feel their judgement. hell, even akutagawa thinks i’m useless.”

“akutagawa thinks everyone is useless.” he argues.

“not you, he respects you.” chuuya releases his hold on the wine, instead occupying his hands around your waist.

his touch is gentle, almost cooling against your flushed skin. he leans his head into your neck, breathing in your scent which you’re sure smells of a mixture of all the alcohol you’ve consumed. “and.. it’s not just that i want to be recognized more in the port mafia. i also want to see you more.”

your confession makes him smile, you can feel his lips curving upwards on your neck.

“is that was this is about? you miss me?” you’re half tempted to push him off of you now, his ego undoubtedly stroked. “why didn’t you just say that, sweetheart.”

“it’s hard sometimes, you’re always busy and i barely see you.” he hums in agreement, pressing light kisses your shoulders.

it was hard to stay mad at him for too long when this was his way of apologizing, drowning you in physical affection that melts not only your heart but your body.

“well, if you really don’t like where you stand in the port mafia right now, I'll talk to mori. no one thinks you’re useless, hell i thought you liked staying out of the dirty business.” the mafia itself was all dirty business, but you understood what the meaning was in this context. “and i’ll try my hardest to be home more, i never mean to be gone so long darlin’, work is just hectic sometimes.”

you turned to look at him, his beautiful eyes looking at you with all the softness in the world. “i know, i’m so sorry i made a big deal out of all of this. i just felt so lost.”

he understood, “don’t be sorry, you were hurting and i should have seen it. i’m sorry, i love you more than anything.”

“it’s okay, but i think that booze is catching up to me, i need to sit down now.” with a soft laugh he guided you to your shared couch.

the rest of the night he spent pampering you, making you two dinner and putting on a movie for you to watch in the living room. you laid there in peace, your head resting against his chest while his heartbeat lulled you to sleep.

for the first time in weeks, when you fell asleep beside him you woke to him in the morning.

[togegiri]

✎ᝰ ❛ PORT MAFIA'S GUIDE TO BE A HOUSEHUSBAND! ❜ — dazai osamu. chuuya nakahara. akutagawa ryunosuke.

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ content. A simple guide on being a good househusband created by the port mafia members or should I say ex-port mafia member.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ warnings. gender neutral reader. you/your and they/them pronouns is used. (name) will be used. tooth rottening fluff. there maybe some grammar mistakes. suggestive in dazai's parts. ( 3.5k words. )

note. I had fun writing this I hope you all will like it!

— THE SPOILING TYPE. 太宰 治 | dazai osamu.

[ “welcome home my darling~ lookie look, I didn't burn down the kitchen! our neighbor lent us her recipe for the castella cake you like, hehe aren't you proud of me? don't I deserve a reward, like a kiss! c’mon just a little for being a great husband for you~” ] 

You two met when you saw him terribly injured due to one of his missions. You first tried to stop his wounds from bleeding but the brunette haired man stopped you glaring and interrogating on what you were doing to him. You, being an honest citizen, said you wanted to help him. Reluctantly he let you help him, still suspicious of you. 

Though his suspicion stopped once you stopped his bleeding and helped him tend to his injuries. He's grateful for that and because of this he formed a friendship with you even though it was small. Due to this small interactions and many more in the past years you two have become a loving husband and lover. He still remembers the day you two met. 

He remembers it was a dark night yet in his words, an angel came and saved him. Exaggerating the events that has followed making you chuckle awkwardly everytime a stranger asked as they are met with this lovesick buffoons rambling about how amazing their lover is. 

After a few months of being married you worry about his job in the port mafia thus leading him to quit his job and become a full time husband for your sake. Living in a small apartment, being with you almost 24/7 and a shining ring in his ring finger that indicates you two will be together till death do you two apart made him the happiest man there is. 

Although he's good at loving you unconditionally, spoiling you with his kisses, and making you laugh through your everyday life, he's quite a terrible cook. You still remember the time he almost burned down the kitchen for trying to cook a curry. Also the time he accidentally burned himself. 

“Ouch ouch ouch!” the curly haired male said, touching his small burnt hand. You looked at him in worry as his eyes formed small tears in the corner, “oh, osamu I told you it was hot,” you scolded him as he pouted at this. “I'm sorry,” he sulked, making you chuckle, “cmon put your hand on the water,” he does as you were told.

“ne ne since I injured myself don't I get a kiss to make it feel better~”

“don't tell me you purposely did that just to get a kiss,”

“I could never do that~” 

He put a innocent front making giggle at his silliness, “still a no,” 

“Oh cmoooon~” 

What a whiny husband you have. 

Although sometimes he purposely injures himself just for you to kiss him better. In other chores he's quite good at, sweeping, wiping the windows, killing a cockroach, and many more. He especially loves it when its shopping day or your day offs because he get to have more time with his darling lover. 

Whenever you two are shopping together he already has a coupon for everything you buy. Solely because while you are out at your job he's out in the store looking for coupons or he's talking to your neighbors.

Your neighbors quite love your husband as they tell you how lucky you are for having a loving and handsome husband and a gentleman to boot too. He always talks to them like a gossipy housewife knowing all the tea in the neighborhood because of that.

Due to having good relationships with the neighbors. Everytime he asks for help on something such as cooking, or chores. A Lot of people are glad to help him or aid him with his problem. He also likes to talk to you about any recent gossip in the neighborhood. He always gets the bath ready whenever its almost time to get home. 

He will be pouty and sulky if you don't get home in time like you usually do. Running ahead to you once he hears the key clanking and hugging you tightly. You chuckle at this, apologizing to him for working a little bit late. 

“Sorry, I had to work a little bit late,” you awkwardly hugged him back as he hugged you tightly. “Sorry isn't enough you know, I missed you,” osamu nuzzled onto him inhaling your scent as you pat his head.

“I'm sorry,” you patted his head as he smiled, “you have to pay for it in bed tonight so get ready~” 

“w- wait osamu I still have work tomorrow,” 

“Sounds like a you problem~” he smiled cheekily at you as he peppered your face with kisses. You felt your whole face hot as you sigh at this, “fine,” he giggled cheekily. 

He loves spoiling you with food or anything particularly. Because of him being an ex-mafia he has enough money to cost him for life. He could've easily bought a mansion for you but he quite likes the small apartment you two live in. 

Whenever he's out shopping on his own he loves to buy the pretty clothes, or accessories his lover would like. He would secretly put all the gifts in your closet or anywhere you would first see it. He then would go on a rant about how you would look pretty on it once you ask what it is for. 

He loves making you bento's although some of his cooking sometimes looked half burnt or not even cooked well yet. Yet you still eat because it's from your husband. 

He will worship the ground you walk on and will do as you ask. He's like a lovesick puppy following you. His love for you will never falter so just come home and be in his arms where he will give you all his love, make you laugh, and feed you warm food even though it's half bad he hopes you'll like it. Afterall to be a househusband is to be able to make your lover smile and not make them cry a single tear. That is dazai osamu's motto.

His very own way of being a good househusband. 

“Welcome home darling~ would you like dinner? bath? or me~” He greeted you with a smile as you chuckle at this, the brunette male giggling as he saw you, “I made dinner and also baked castella its kinda half burnt though, you dont mind right,” 

“if it's from my husband I don't mind,” you said kissing his cheek, the ex mafia smiled at this. “Good! cmon cmon lets eat, I bet your starving my dear,”

— THE WORRYWART TYPE. 中原中也 | nakahara chuya.

[ “Why did you come home 10 minutes late? Nevermind that, are you hurt? Does your shoulder hurt, your back? want a message, or do you wanna go bath first? or do you wanna eat dinner first? I bought pudding for dessert, worried? of course I'm worried jeez, just go get a bath you stink,” ] 

The classic worrywart type, he worries about every move he does and every move you make, making you sigh in defeat at your husband. The two of you met as cliché as any shoujo manga, under a rainy day and seeing him passed out and injured. Being a good citizen you brought him to your home and tended him. Once he woke up he seemed to have a fever prolonging his stay at your house. Delirious due to his fever he seeked the warmth of your hands. The gentle fleeting touches you give him those days of his illness. 

The day he became not so delirious he became flustered at his past actions saying in a forceful tone to forget about those events. Without knowing it, you two became friends, then lovers, to a happily married couple. Figuring his job is filled with too much violence that may lead you to getting used by his enemies. He simply quit and became a full time househusband in your dainty little home. 

He gives you everything he thinks is best, that's the reason why you two have diamond rings, his love for you is like a diamond, never breaking and always shining. Whenever he feels lonely he kisses the ring placed on his ring sighing as he stops himself from calling you afraid that he'll bother you mid work.

He's quite the best cook too. He makes those perfect bento, neatly done and cooked right by yours truly. He also made those cute character bento like my melody and many more. Once he hears from you that you loved it he heart will swell from pride as he gives you a cocky smirk and the saying, “of course it is good, I'm your husband that means nothing but the best should be given to you.” 

He's quite strict at making your bento, the kind of husband who will make a good diet of your bento. He also memorized all your favorite desserts, food, vegetables, fruit, and what scent you like many more too. He wants the best of the best for you so he'll go all out for it. 

Even if he hides it, he does miss you every time you have to leave for work. Putting on a strong front which you can easily see as he hurries you to leave for work already.

“Did you bring your umbrella? the news said it'll rain you know,” the ginger haired male said as he stood near the door as you put on your shoes, “Yes I did,” he nodded at this.

“What about your bento? Do you have it?” you chuckle at his questions, “Yes I do,” he furrowed his brows seeing your tie crooked, “your tie is crooked wait a minute,” he goes closer to you fixing it loosening it a bit. 

“There, jeez your hair is still messy too,” he sighs at this taking a comb thats hidden in his pocket combing your hair, “there, now go before you get late,” you giggle at him as you began to step near the door as he then took your wrist. Stopping you as he forced you to look back at him kissing you in the lips softly. This caught you by surprise as he took off his lips to your own.

“Have a safe trip,” he says, a small blush coating his cheeks making you smile at him, “Thank you darling.” 

Although he's quite a worrywart and always on you about everything. He has his soft sides too. How he shamelessly shows you off around the neighborhood by his words. At first he was quite cold to them, not speaking a single word only giving them a few answers if they asked him to. 

Although when they started asking questions for his lover he became a little bit ecstatic talking to them showing off how amazing their lover is. Slowly everyone in the neighborhood grew to like him because of this. The auntie's around your simple house were always glad to help you two out on anything. Although you were more on the chattier side your husband was more on the silent side speaking when spoken to. 

He prefers making things for you to show his appreciation. While he does like spoiling you with his riches. He loves it when he,  the things that make you happy. Thus the reason why he took crocheting as a hobby. 

Like dazai, he loves it when it's the weekend because it means your day off and that means he gets to spend more time with you. Which always consists of you two baking, you learning how to crochet to get closer to your husband. You are making him learn more about your hobbies. 

He loves physical affection although quite a tsundere when he's the one asking for it thus him leading to be more on the acts of service type of guy. 

“No that's not how you do it,” you stopped your movements as chuuya pointed out the wrong way you crochet. He goes closer to you as he smiles showing you how it goes, “its like this,” you nodded your head.

“I see, thank you chuuya,” he smiles blushing a little, “welcome and..uhh..d- dont I deserve a reward for that?” at his bold words your eyes widen smiling as you gave him a kiss in the cheek making him huff in pride. 

He's very good at giving you messages, that's why he likes doing them. He loves it when there is a 50% off sale while he is rich from his former job. Nothing beats the feeling of having a 50% off. 

He's a soft man at heart he just builds cold walls that may take time to burn down. Thus the reason why he worries for you a lot. Being a househusband means ensuring your health and keeping you comfortable in this simple life of husband and lover of yours. That is Nakahara Chuuya's motto on being your house husband.

“I'm hooomeee,” you announced feeling drowsy and tired as chuuya walked towards the door looking at you worried, “welcome home, is everything okay? Do you want a massage? Does anything hurt?” 

You smile at him seeing his usual worrywart and dotting self to you, “yeah, I'm fine just tired from work, my shoulder hurts a little bit though,” he smiles, “cmon lets go dinners ready and your bath is ready too, I'll massage you once your done with your bath.”

“your the best,”

“hmp, I know that,” he huffs as you chuckle, “I love you,” 

“I love you too.”

— THE PROTECTIVE TYPE. 芥川 龍之介 | akutagwa ryunosuke.

[ “Did you take overtime again? How many times have I told you to not do that? Do I have to come to work and punch those scumbags to not make you work too much? hmp! its not violence it's about just teaching them a lesson,” ] 

Another classic nagging wife-like of a husband. The first time you two met was a rocky start with him trying to kill you solely because you were tending his injuries you hated how bratty he was saying he doesn't need any help but ended up passing out in your arms. You sigh at his stubbornness and tend to him for the past few days he was unconscious. You knew he was a mafia due to his all black get up and bloody clothes. 

Yet helped him anyways because you just wanted to help him, it took time for him to open up and slowly burn down his tough walls. At Least 3 months of you two being ‘acquaintances’ to becoming ‘friends’ you chuckled at the times he was being cold to you. 

It took a lot of time till you two became lovers to the now husband and lover. Happily married and a small home in a small neighborhood. He's an alright cook, he's not good at it but he takes his time to learn things on cooking via cooking lessons by the neighborhood auntie's who graciously lend him a hand. 

He's popular with them because of how they thought he was an adorable husband for you. Although quite cold towards them the auntie's doesn't mind as they still coo at him. To be frank he didn't know how to be a good househusband.

He sucks at cooking, cleaning, and even being affectionate to you was a struggle for him. Though you didn't mind that, you let him learn at his own pace. Going to the neighborhood asking what laundry detergent is good for this specific fabric, how to iron clothes correctly, and many more.

“F- fuck… not again,” the raven haired male said furrowing his brows as he accidentally put too much force on breaking the egg that the shells wad put on the egg. He sighs as he takes another egg, breaking it not too hard, not too gentle, his eyes sparkle as he did it perfectly. 

“There,” he sighs as you look behind him, smiling and admiring your husband. He's so cute. Maybe you should give him something for always doing his best. 

The reason he quit being in the port mafia was because you like dazai and chuuya. He doesn't want to see you hurt and he especially doesn't want to see you being all worried and teary eyed to him. 

He hates messes, absolutely hates them and bugs too. He almost wrecked the whole house because he used his ability to kill a single cockroach who was flying and dodging his everymove. He was almost as his wits end at the single roach. 

While he has a lot of money due to being an exmafia he refuses to buy expensive ass vegetables and fruits that people overpriced in the mall. Every Time he's grocery shopping he's glaring at any overpriced vegetable, seasonings, etc. he lays his eyes upon. 

He doesn't like grocery shopping solely because he hates picking on which is far more good to have. This cabbage is nice but also this one too. Which should he choose? He always ends up thinking like that which makes him irritated. 

He furrow his brows looking at the two carrots, one in his right hand, seemingly with good color and quality, while the other is far more bigger and good quality. He glares at the carrots in his hands as the other people who feel his strong and intimidating aura.

Not to mention a man wearing all black with an apron and with his bitch face people start to back away in the vegetable aisle. 

Some people also misunderstand him there. How he was asking for the cornstarch flour but forgot what it was called asking the staff for the ‘white powder stuff' and the staff thinking it was cocaine. Thus the many reasons he hates grocery shopping. 

Just like Chuuya he is strict about your diet, he will go above and beyond for your bento's meals making sure everything is healthy there. He kind off has a grudge for electronic devices used for cleaning, like those small bots used for sweeping. 

When you bought that you swore he was about to start war on an inanimate object. He prefers cleaning in the old fashion way saying it's much cheaper and plus he cleans very good due to the neighbors teaching him about the many ways to clean your house. 

Speaking of cleaning because of the cleaning lessons the auntie's taught him in the neighborhood. He became a professional. Everytime you come home you swear your whole house was sparkling due to how clean it is. 

“Oh wow! you really outdone yourself dear,” you said in awe as you look at your spotless house making him huff in pride, “ of course, anyway go get a bath, dinners almost ready,” you nodded your head at his words as he forms a small smile at this. 

He hates it when you work overtime solely because he misses you and also hates it when you overwork yourself. 'If your work ends at 6:00 it ends at 6:00 okay? don't take overtime.' he says glaring at you, sending you off to work making you sweat drop at it. 

He spoils you with gifts while he was out shopping on his own. Passing by stalls and seeing things you might like and giving them to you directly without much of a word. He sucks at making things or being affectionate to you so he hopes these gifts will show how much he loves you. (Which is always expensive by the way, like diamond necklaces, Gucci bags, Prada things and many more.)

He sometimes calls you on work to see if you're okay and if you're doing alright, he can't help but worry for your safety and overall well-being. 

He once intimidated a coworker of yours because they were the sole reason you came home late for a whole week. He's awkward at it but he always tries his best to kiss you, hug you, and hold your hand. He still feels embarrassed for such things but he just needs time to get used to it. 

As for his motto, he truly doesn't know, he just wants to see you happy with him. Smiling only at him and being with him only. Does that count as a motto?

“You have everything you need right?” he asks standing near the door as you nodded your head, “of course,” he nodded, his eyes gazing away from you then back at you. 

You looked at him in confusion tilting your head to the side. As he took a step near you and closing the gap between you two. As his lips got in contact with your cheek. 

“Have a safe trip,” 

You smile at him, “thank you dear, I will,” 

“And don't take overtime got it?”

“Haha! I will not, see you,”

He huffs in pride, the color red coating his face. 

'I can't believe I kissed them like that,' thoughts of a man who has been married to you for years. 

[irazai]

ֶָ֢ 𔓘 REFLECTIONS ; where have you been all this time? ❞

synopsis . . . (🍷) ֶָ֢ 𔓘 meeting a popular rockstar -- your favorite singer -- seems like a dream come true but trying to pick up his broken pieces left you in pieces instead. [ fem!reader x rockstar!chuuya.]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . tw ; mentions of panick attack, scene with a near accident yet it wasn't too descriptive, mentions of alcoholic behaviour shown by chuuya, suicidal thoughts, angst and i think that's it.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . updates aren't regular as i am mostly hiatus. same reason if i do not reply to you. it's cause i am on hiatus so please don't think i am ignoring you.

masterlist.

nakahara chuuya is a star.

he took a step back from where he stood on the stage, from the people who were there to show their love to him as his voice cracked. the stadium went silent as chuuya's slip up settled in. the mentioned man widens his eyes as he struggles to accept this mistake because surely he didn't make this mistake right? how can he? he is nakahara chuuya, the star. stars don't make mistakes as silly as this. 

chuuya looks down at his feet with wide eyes as he tried to figure out where he went wrong because it was all going so well -- he was singing, perfectly fine so how did his voice crack? why did it crack?

oh God, why?

chuuya raised his head to look at the fans who were as baffled as him -- not due to his slip up but due to how horrified he looks -- and he felt like shrinking. he could pinpoint just when his heart started beating so fast. 

suffocated. since when was there not enough oxygen for him to breath in? why are his hands suddenly shaking? can anyone else see it or are they pretending they can't for his sake?

the stage beneath him shook like crazy or are they chuuya's legs which are shaking due to the strength in them suddenly fleeting the moment he looked around and realised everyone saw his mistake. chuuya tried to take a deep breath but it feels as if two invisible and insanely strong hands are gripping his heart tightly, restricting his blood flow. sweat beads which formed on his forehead were captured by the camera that have been capturing him from the beginning. the camera also captured his voice cracking in the middle of the song he was singing.

he can feel eyes on him – of his manager, the staff and the fans on him as they all wait like vultures to pick on which moves he makes next so they can all gang up and criticize him for it. he can almost see the news headlines for tomorrow in the back of his mind whenever he closed his eyes to blink, the press will have a field trip as they pick him apart and lay his broken pieces infront of the public.

chuuya took one more step back as he felt his heart was about to jump out of his throat, his hands trembled in panick and fear and chuuya blinked, he could hear a shrill like beeping sound which were making his ears hurt, the many hisses around him told him that he isn't the only one to hear this sound.

chuuya opened his eyes quickly and clumsily grabbed the mic to somehow make the sound stop but his hands only made it worse as he fumbled with the mic. he looked at the fans below with wide eyes to see them covering their ears -- wait are they covering their ears because of his slip up?

he looked behind for some reassurance but even the backup dancers were showing discomfort. chuuya's hastily beating heart slowed down at a surprising rate. the once fast and loud heartbeats were now slow and deep but still equally painful.

the mic slipped down from his trembling hands and produced a loud shrilling sound, chuuya took one more step back before he turned around and ran to the backstage, he bumped into the worried and concerned staff yet he didn't stop as he ran past them, he stumbled as he ran out of the venue.

in his ears, he could hear his slip up again and again as it mocked him. chuuya's heart churned painfully at the mocking remainder which repeated itself after a certain interval of time.

a hand caught his wrist and forcefully pulled him back and chuuya stumbled at the impact even though on any normal day the strength used would be like a child patting him -- that's how little strength was used and how it made chuuya stumbled which proved just how fragile he is at the moment.

"chuuya! snap out of it." he heard the voice and he recognised it to be of his manager's but chuuya couldn't bring himself to actually raise his head and stare at the man for he is sure the man is disappointed.

who wouldn't be? at this point in his career, every little mistake is fatal to his career after all and no one knew this better then chuuya himself so then just why did he make that mistake?

"i need to get awa -- i am sorry -- i can't breathe -- please let me go awa -- i can't do this." chuuya stuttered as he gasped for air, his entire body was shaking with a terror that had his manager weak at the knees from despair to see the once lively and confident man in such a panicked and lost state. he wanted to stop chuuya and tell him to face his fears so he could move forwards in his life but how could he when chuuya stared at him with such wide eyes as if he had been caught in the middle of murdering someone though he did murder someone. chuuya murdered his own self.

the manager looked down, he shut his eyes close as his hand slowly let go of the grasp it has on chuuya's gloved wrist and chuuya stumbled forwards, hurriedly walking away as if he was afraid of someone else trying to stop him. his manager looked over his shoulder to see the star's back disappearing as he walked far and far away.

". . . one day, i feel like you'll go to a far away place and i won't be able to follow you and bring you back." he whispers to himself. the manager takes a deep breath before he walks inside the concert venue to make an excuse for chuuya's abrupt departure while he pushes down on the clouds of terror over his head and heart.

chuuya looked around as he walked with a look in his eyes that made one wonder if he is a child trapped inside the body of a man. a lost child. or if he is a man who is just lost too much in life.

from where the energy to walk came from, chuuya didn't know but it's not like he wants to even know the answer and origin, he is just grateful that he can keep walking past people on the streets fast enough for no one to take a good look at his face and risk recognizing him.

"oi chuuya!" a voice called, a very familiar voice which had the ability to make the unstoppable force to stop in his tracks. chuuya's heart leaped out of his chest as he heard the voice, he immediately turned around to frantically search for the origin of the voice, ignoring the many weird glances people gave him at his madman like behaviour.

it began raining but chuuya didn't move.

chuuya's pupils desperately searched for the owner of the voice among the many people that moved on the streets to find shelter from the rain which increased per ten seconds. his hands were shaking as he resisted the urge to push past the people to search for the person better and he definitely would've done that had his feet not been glued to the ground.

a few middle school kids giggled as they ran past chuuya with their bags over their heads to escape the rain. chuuya's eyes fell upon a girl and a boy among the group who were smiling at each other as they were holding each other's hands, it's as if some magnetic force is making sure his attention remains on them for some reason and when he looked back up, no one else was on the street.

chuuya released a shuddering breath, looking over the streets and alleys for any sign of the person he is specifically searching for yet the disappointment and despair crushed him when he didn't find anyone. chuuya took a weak step forwards. then another. the wind felt strong and spiky against his skin as chuuya ran to wherever his feet carried him, the beat of his heart seemed to cheer him on as he ran and ran in the rain.

the screeching of a car intrupted the melody of the rain drops hitting the cement pavement. chuuya came to a abrupt stop as he shakily stared at the car which he could touch if he just lifted his arm up the slightest bit. mumbling many incoherent apologises, chuuya ran again while the driver of the car -- who could've found himself in a nasty accident had he not controlled the car at the last moment to stop it -- got out of his car to curse at chuuya but he ran before this interaction could take place.

chuuya needs a change. but he is afraid of said change at the same time.

with the rapidly increasing rain, chuuya knew he could not walk aimlessly on the streets any longer so he decided to seek shelter at the nearest place his eyes would fall upon which happened to be a small but cozy looking restaurant which had a bar in it -- just what chuuya needed at this moment. he slowly took steps towards the restaurant and entered it. the immediate feeling of being hugged by the shelter of the restaurant which shielded him from the harsh raindrops.

what one find solace in can also be destructive and no one knows that better then chuuya nakahara. sometimes he feels as if he is an omen of bad luck. he wonders just how long it'll take for everyone around him to turn their backs to him and leave, not wanting to risk their future by being with or near him and when that time comes, all chuuya will do is watch silently with forbearance and acceptance.

as chuuya further walked in the restaurant which had no diners given the weather outside and the time, his eyes slowly racked over the interior and decorations of the restaurant before he looked forwards to see a bar at one side and instant relief entered his body upon the sight of the many bottles of different kind of alcohols which glimmered when the lights reflected on them. it's as if they are asking chuuya, no, luring him in and chuuya neither had any resistance nor wanted to have any to fight against the urge as his feets dragged him closer and closer to the bar, eyes dancing from one bottle to another to deduce which one will be the most effective in making him forget the memories of today.

chuuya stopped infront of the counter and looked at the sides to catch sight of a bartender only to find you sitting on a stool at one corner of the bar. you had earphones in your ear to listen to songs while watching the rain pouring down outside while with the other you tapped to the rhythm of the song on the counter, a small smile was on your face and for some reason chuuya didn't have the heart to disturb you when you looked so peaceful.

he blinked as he stared at you, your chin was resting on your palm as half of your face was turned to stare out of the windows but the smile on your face was what intrigued chuuya because he wanted to smile too, to look so carefree as if the sorrows which clinged to him by the shoulders didn't matter. he wanted to smile in a way which would make others forget of their problems for even a second or two -- like the way your smile is making him feel.

chuuya tilted his head to get a better glimpse of your face but at the same time you tilted your head to look at him too and your reactions mirrored one another's -- eyes widened slowly in surprise as he looked away in embarrassment at having being caught staring at you while you plucked the earphones out of your ear and immediately stood up to bow to him.

your heart beat fastened as you raise yourself to look at him again because surely the chuuya nakahara isn't standing infront of you, is he? your hands are itching to pat your hair and make sure you look presentable while also simultaneously wanting to tug down at your skirt to make sure you don't look messy in his presence because it's chuuya nakahara who is standing infront of you.

"what can i help you with today sir?" you cheered internally at how composed your voice sounded as you showed your best polite smile to him and you hope it isn't obvious how much you want to have a good impression on him as this is a once in a life time chance after all.

he nodded as if he suddenly realised the original goal for approaching the bar and he sighed, he looked at you as he asked, "a glass of the strongest drink here please."

you don't really know how you are finding the strength to not giggle or squeal at his voice but you are grateful for it as you smile again, bowing your head a bit to show your remorse for not being able to fulfil his request. "i am sorry sir but we don't serve at this time. it's against our policies." you added the last part in case he tried to persuade you to give him just one drink because that scenario clearly happened many times in the past too.

chuuya felt frustration seep through his bones and he wanted to scream and curse at his luck because the bottles were just a few steps away from him yet he can't touch them. he curtly nodded.

he could see your eyes dancing around in search for something and he waited curiously while watching you pat your pockets in search for something as you wanted to make up for not having the permission to serve alcohol. you just don't want him to get a bad first impression of you and you feel bad to see how soaked and disappointed he looks.

you smile as you find a chocolate in one of your apron pockets, taking it out, you look at him, "i can't really serve any drinks right now but please have this as a substitute." you say as you lean to reach over for him over the counter, you grabbed his wrist and dropped the chocolate on his palm as you smile, you noticed how soaked his sleeves were and immediately remembered one of his interviews in which he said he didn't like rains or getting wet in them.

a frown settled on your face as you took in just how soaked he look like a puppy or kitten which was abandoned in the rain and you know this is not professional or even normal whatsoever but you don't care and you make it obvious when you say, "please wait here for a second."

your rational side is cursing at you now and is preparing in advance for the embarrassment you'll face but the more emphatic side of you doesn't listen as you quickly rush towards the staff room and walk over to your locker. you open it to immediately search for the oversized jacket you always wear due to how cozy it is and how secure it makes you feel.

you take your jacket out of the hanger carefully and straighten it out, you uncertainty stare at it before you groaned and reached your hand inside the locker to grab your perfume and you spray it on the jacket in case the lingering scent of your body mixed with the light drizzles which fell on you when you were coming here is still on the jacket.

"why the hell am i being so creepy?" you ask yourself for a answer but don't get any as you close the locker with a bit more force then necessary. you look down at the jacket in your hand and let out a exasperated sigh, preparing yourself to face chuuya and how you are going to hand him your jacket. the thought is making your heart beat in a way that it feels ticklish and makes you want to giggle.

". . . this is a once in a lifetime chance though." you answer your previous question in a quiet and joyful voice as you squeal, shaking your head as if that'll help you to get rid of the smile on your face. you remember how chuuya's clothes clunged to his body, his wet hair which sticked to his forehead and how he was constantly pushing it back with his gloved hand. how he was staring at you . . . dear lord, the way he was quietly staring at you with his head tilted just the slightest bit is enough to make your body burn from head to toe and at the same time it's enough to make you cower away in shyness.

the way his voice sounded so calm and deep complimented the serious look on his face yet how did he look so good still? good enough to make your heart stir in different directions as you tried your best to stay calm infront of him.

you chuckled as you bit your lip, still unable to grasp the reality that the chuuya nakahara is infront of you. and normally you would've been more cautious of being alone at this hour in the bar with a man but you were always a bit dumb when it came to chuuya so this explains your unwavering trust in the man you met for the first time but whose voice you listened to even at hours when you would sit crumbled on your bed as you wondered if you even had any future or at times when you and your friend would dance around in the dorm you two used to share, dancing and giggling to his voice and his songs, laughing at his interviews and squealing at his edits and performances.

chuuya let out a breath as he furrowed his eyebrows but obediently stayed there as he took a seat on one of the stools, he cursed under his breath as when he sat, the wet pants pressed against his skin and he didn't like the feeling one bit but he doesn't have it in himself to care too much about the wet clothes clinging to his skin right now.

he saw your phone placed on the counter and chuuya isn't one who snoops on others and checks their phone in their absence but the moment he looked at your phone, a notification went off and your phone lighted up to show him the paused song on your screen.

he blinked.

he smiled at first before he chuckled quietly at the sight of one of his songs paused on your phone. so you were listening to his song.

chuuya turned his head to the side to look out of the window you were previously looking at and wondered what is so special in the particular song you were listening to that it was making you smile so joyfully and carefreely?

he quickly gave up on pondering about it as he knows his mind will come up with more negative answers than positive ones which will tear down at whatever is left of his self esteem and he doesn't want that to happen, doesn't want to suffer anymore for he had enough and is tired of it. to constantly live in the fear of what people show him and what they actually think about it, to try his best to not make a single mistake which is inhumane and to carry on his sorrows with the expectations the ceo of his agency has of him. it's too much and chuuya has too little strength for all of that anymore.

the thought of the higher ups fuels his blood with raw anger and he turned his palms into fists but felt something poking his palm with a nimble sharpness. chuuya looked down as he opens his palm and sees the chocolate which was laid on his palm with a curious look in his eyes, his lips slowly curved up in a small smile while he remembered the way you placed the chocolate on his palm to make up for not serving alcohol.

he rolled his eyes at the absurd trade you made but he can't ignore that he finds it a bit cute, he examines the chocolate before he lets out another chuckle and tosses it in the air, catching it between his index and middle finger.

"i feel as if you are bad news for me." he mumbles to the chocolate before he gently placed it inside his wet pocket. a sudden curiosity rised inside him to see his song on your phone again, he wanted to feel the heartbeat he felt when he first realised you were listening to his voice and so chuuya leaned up to tap on your phone screen, the sight of his song paused on your screen has him feeling relieved for some reason because it feels like someone is there to hear him despite there being thousands who does so. maybe you are just lucky that he happened to meet you before any of them in this way.

this must be what they call fate.

chuuya sat down on the stool again as he pursed his lips, his hands gripped the chocolate tightly.

"you are supposed to eat that, not take your anger out on it." he could feel as goosebumps began to rise on his skin when your hot breath hits against the shell of his ear and he looked at you from the corner of his eye to see you wrapping your jacket around his shoulders, you had leaned down to whisper these words by his ear and chuuya smirked.

"is that an order?" his gruff voice came out from deep within his throat, he sees how you gulp down in what he hoped would be either nervousness or shyness. you shake your head as you smile, taking a step back and chuuya wishes he knew why he wants to pull you forwards again.

"it's more of a advice." you answer him as you walk over to the back of the counter again, your hands placed on the counter top as you tilted your head and stared at him and chuuya smirks, the twitch of your fingers is something you can't hide despite wanting to and this is what chuuya spotted despite your casual demeanor.

"that's a nice song you were listening to." he spoke to let you know that your little admiration for him was no longer a secret you shared with others who felt mutually but rather is now something that'll hopefully make you two grow closer . . or not. no one knows what little trick fate or destiny might pull next.

you felt your cheeks heating up and your entire body feels hot in embarrassment, you silently curse yourself for not taking your phone with you as you just hope he doesn't end up finding you creepy or anything even after all your efforts to make him feel as normal as you can, ignoring his status and achievements.

"mhm, one of my favorites." you breath out nervously as you watch his gloved hands adjust your jacket on his shoulders. the way the water drops are dripping down his hair and on his forehead as it flows down his temple and cheek to his chin. he looked at you as you spoke and this led the droplet to glide down his neck and disappear beneath his shirt and that's when you raise your eyes to look up at him.

"and the artist?" he whispers in a raspy voice but you wonder how can he even think you would be able to focus on his words when he is removing his gloves so delicately that it's sexy to stare at. now chuuya knows he is just embarrassing himself by asking this but with the mess of emotions he felt before he finally entered this restaurant, he couldn't really care less or more.

"the artist?" you repeat, how are you supposed to express your love and admiration for him without sounding like a obsessive fangirl who will go mad if her idol looked at another woman? you ponder and you know you are taking a great deal of time to answer a question which can be answered simply in a few words but chuuya doesn't seem to mind your hesitancy so it's fine, you think.

you take a deep breath as you tug at your skirt in nervousness, slowly speaking, "yeah. i like him alot too. he has a very nice voice and his lyrics seems like poetry. so yeah, the artist is my favorite too."

your answer touched his heart but also made him tsk in frustration because for some reason he is now craving more. he wants to hear more and he wants to hear it from you. you and only you.

"is that it?" chuuya presses on, he leans forwards on the stool he is sitting as he watches you look over your shoulder to find some task to busy yourself with because if you stare at chuuya with the same intensity he is staring at you with, you'll blush and melt into a puddle by his feet.

"you want to hear more?" you ask as you turned to pick a wine glass and clean it, rubbing it with the cloth that laid on the counter. you want to continue talking, depending and gambling with your dignity to tease him as you do not know if he will reciprocate it or find you ignorant and rude though you hope it's not the latter.

"is it unusual of a man to fish for compliments from someone?" chuuya teases back.

"why from me?"

he stops to wonder at this because truthfully he doesn't have an answer to this urge within him as well. you smiled as you see him blink and ponder deep and hard on words that do not particularly hold any meaning to them apart from a means to start flirting.

as chuuya looks up at you again to see you cleaning the glasses with a cloth, he could see you peeking at him every few seconds. your eyes meet his and you looked surprised yet oddly flattered to see his eyes on you. you look down immediately as you were embarrassed on being caught by him because many people have confidence but you do not. you do not have a smooth or heart fluttering response if he decides to ask you why you were looking at him but you think you can get away by using his status for your defence if he decides to ask. which, he won't as that thought isn't even anywhere near his mind, rather he feels pleased to see your eyes unable to stay away from him for more then ten seconds.

chuuya smiled at a very stupid thought he just had. he wants to ask if you visited any of his concerts because it's clear by now to even the stupidest person that you are a fan, his fan. if you haven't then he is contemplating with his impulsive thought of inviting you for a date but won't that be technically considered as him wanting to meet you again? it's been what? not more then half an hour since he came here and since you two exchanged limited words and he is already thinking of inviting you? something is definitely wrong with him.

"i like being complimented by you. is that weird?" chuuya chuckled nervously because he knows it's weird, of course it's weird. lord why did he even ask that?

"definitely but i get it. i like being complimented too." you ease his worries and he doesn't know if you are being genuine or for the sake of it but he doesn't want to question it either.

"would you like being complimented by me?" chuuya asks as he adjusted your jacket on his shoulders as he can feel it slip down one of his shoulders but once it happened again, he just decided to slip his hands into the jacket, immediately getting hit by the fragrance of the perfume you wear and a weirdly warm feeling rising in his chest.

"yeah but --" you pause as you leaned over the counter, ignoring the coldness of it which seems to soak through your shirt as you adjust the jacket's collar for him, "-- i like compliments only when they are genuine and sincere."

"you think i will compliment you for flattery? for buttering you up?" he asks, a bit offended that you would doubt his intentions but he quickly gets over it as he reminds himself that you are a woman alone at the restaurant with a man (if there are other staff then they either went out for a break or are inside and both of them aren't any better then his original assumption) so it makes sense for you to be wary of him but it still hurts because chuuya isn't that shallow.

"wellll, I mean what if you use a few sweet words on me to get me to give you a drink or two?" you try to make your voice sound as playful as you can, singing out your words as you smile at him to make it known you have no ill thoughts about him. you stand back straight again as you grab the glass you had cleaned a bit too well that you are sure it'll sparkle the most out of all the other glasses. you turn to place it on the shelf behind you and this is why you were able to withstand his intense stare.

he stares as if he is gazing at the stars in the vast universe, those stars which upon a closer look appears to be magnificent enough to move one's heart and make him wonder how can something like this exist? and at the same time as someone as him who is just so plain and bland beneath the sparkles amd charisma he wears.

"point to be noted." he huffs but chuuya can't stop his lips from quirking up, his shoulders noticeably drops as he appears more relaxed now. his eyes are so sparkly and you wonder if you were allowed to look at it long enough, would you be able to find your universe in them?

"but i don't give fake compliments. if i did, the media and industry would've liked me more." he adds the last part in a obviously teasing tone but you could hear the bitterness beneath it all and it made you chuckle as you excused yourself for doing so. chuuya is not a person to give fake compliments, sure he may pretend to act nice and friendly with the higher ups who either only want to milk him out or get him in their beds but he doesn't really compliment unless he actually feels like it.

"i like you though." you chirped without thinking first and you wish you did because now you feel embarrassment looking at your feet, slowly trying to climb up your ankle and shin to try to devour you.

"i mean --" you stutter as you try to make the situation better for yourself somehow but chuuya doesn't let you, you feel the embarrassment clinging to your hips as chuuya chuckled. he rests his cheek on his knuckles as he gave you a charming smile that makes you want to let out a shy giggle due to the joy of someone like him smiling at you.

"you like me, hm? so is the drink on you?" chuuya teases, the charismatic smile on his face grew up while the corner of his eyes wrinkled as he genuinely smiled on seeing you blink for a few seconds before you suddenly laughed.

you shook your head as you chuckled, calming down from your laughter, "sadly not tonight."

your words caused chuuya's heart to leap out of his chest for a moment because he is sure he isn't reading too much and isn't hoping for what isn't there but your words imply that you want to meet him again or is it just a expression of politeness?

chuuya's breathing picked it's pace, he nearly jumped off the stool to grab your shoulders and demand you to be more specific with your words but he stayed back. "i'll hold onto your words."

he teases but his eyes stare at you intensely as if daring you to deny him one more meeting though you can't distinguish the quiet resolve in his eyes yet, so you get deceived by his words and nod for what really are the chances of you meeting a celebrity like him once again?

"want me to write on a paper? like a contract or something?" your lips quirk up as you lean on the counter to be closer to him again, the stool moves a bit back as chuuya stands up to lean near you despite the counter separating you two, he whispers, "write your number down on it too."

he didn't know why his heart clenched softly at the way your expression was painted by surprise before you move a bit back due to obviously being flustered. he also can't understand why he nearly smiles at getting you flustered because he is used to making people get shy at the sight of him so this shouldn't really be that big of a deal except it is. chuuya knows he shouldn't really be feeling this way or having thoughts which admit how much he will like to sit here the entire night and talk to you because not only is he risking his career but also your safety and privacy if any journalist or one of his crazily obsessed fans see him with you but he can't also bring himself to take a step back and leave you alone. he wants to stay here with you until you say him to leave yourself which is a problem again -- the way your fingers tremble and your eyes sparkle as you talk to him, it's a clear sign that you also enjoy talking to him as much as he is enjoying it.

chuuya doesn't know if he should feel glad or if he should feel frustrated because it's only going to make it harder for him to leave.

"you don't know my name and you already want my numbe --" you stop talking as you see chuuya stiffen up, growing silent as you wonder why he suddenly grew so stiff, silently you watch his state of desolation as he stares out of the window (the same one you were staring out of previously as that's the only uncovered window at this time).

chuuya swears he saw a silhouette moving from the corner of his eyes as the silhouette passed by the window. it would have been a passing by event had he not clearly recognised the blonde hair which belonged to only one person, the same man who was fearless enough to punch chuuya and take away his most prized possession from him even if he knew how devastated and helpless it will leave chuuya.

chuuya looks at you in a agitated manner, and it makes you wonder what he saw as the stool nearly falls over when he moves back, running out as if he just saw a ghost.

you stand there, watching the door open and close as you purse your lips and wonder if fate would find it funny enough and make you collide into chuuya once again. but he won't remember you, it makes sense for him not to. he is a star after all.

you look away with a smile, a drumming in your heart is making you feel giddy and you are fearful because you are sure this isn't what you are supposed to feel after meeting your idol and you certainly should not feel disappointment so strongly at his departure but you do and you may have a hint why and it makes you spiral in confusion and slight disgust towards yourself because you are pretty sure this isn't supposed to be normal or healthy. or maybe it is. that is, had chuuya been a normal guy.

chuuya runs out of the restaurant, his eyes frantically search on both sides of the road to find him again but it's as if he has disappeared with the blowing wind and rain. chuuya can feel his heart drumming so hard in panick at the possibility that this might be the only chance he has to find him and apologise and make everything right. but how can he do so if he is no where to be seen?

chuuya runs towards the window where he saw him pass by and he has one tiny voice in the back of his mind telling him to slow down, to not be this weak and look over his shoulder to see if he can see you. if he does, he should smile and wave at you while sneakily keeping an eye on his surroundings to spot him. but he doesn't. not now atleast when his hands are so sweaty that the gloves he is wearing feels as if a uncomfortable wrinkled second skin grew on top of his original one.

chuuya doesn't even stop to see if you were staring at him and wondering what's wrong with him or not as his mind is everywhere and nowhere. there is one force driving his body to look around in search while the opposing force is lulling him to stop and fall on his knees or go somewhere and enjoy a bottle of alcohol till he passes out again. alcohol is the only fun part of his life since the past few years anyway.

maybe he should search for flowers with good fragrance and gift them to you the next time he meets you -- why will he meet you though? what's your relationship with him -- you are a fan, he knows but is this enough to come back again for a second meeting?

chuuya freezes as he sees a few blonde heads walking away and he tries to find the one he is searching for in them, he bites down on his lip to somehow beg him body to suppress the approaching urge to puke, to divert his attention away from the uncomfortable bulge in his throat that is rising and rising. lord, where is he? he was here, passing by just a moment ago.

chuuya feels so lost because he was here. where is he now? he was here but not anymore. is he too late? he is too late probably. will there be a next time? he hopes.

chuuya takes a deep and loud breath as he looks back at the restaurant and the feeling of lost and hopelessness only increases because it's not like he can walk back into the restaurant again. he ruined his chances -- .... chances of what?

chuuya tries to search for excuses to walk back into the restaurant again, to approach the small bar you are working at and talk to you till these sad hours of night passes away but there is no excuse plausible enough which he can think of. he pats his pants but nope, he doesn't have his phone on him to excuse being inside with you in the disguise of trying to charge his phone. he looks down but he doesn't have any bracelet or ring which he can slip on the floor below the stool he was sitting on and pretend as if it was important to him and so he came back to search for it. there is nothing which will help him to go back.

he must only go forwards whether he wants it or not but isn't that life to all?

chuuya feels hopelessly lost and angry because now he is stuck. he can't find him and neither can he go back to you. chuuya looks up at the cloudy sky for a while... perhaps ten minutes or so? does time even matter anymore?

he looks back down at the wet pavement from the previous rain and growled out in frustration. gone were the few moments of peace, he is back in his empire of sorrow, anger and guilt now.

he walked towards the road to stop a taxi and go back to his apartment in a luxurious apartment complex in an equally luxurious area. as he sat on the backseats of the taxi with his legs on the seat (the driver dare not say anything, chuuya shoved a fat stash of money to him as soon as he entered anyway), chuuya tried to think of what he would like to drink as soon as he reaches home. he isn't in the mood for wine and honestly, he hasn't touched some in so long. he prefers strong drinks which makes him completely drunk now -- do you like wine? would you prefer the normal one or white wine? should he take you on a wine tasting date .... wait what?

chuuya whose eyes were closed suddenly opened as he sat up straight on the seat, startling the driver but he doesn't care as his thoughts and the weirdness of them is affecting him, quiet ghastly thoughts he is having if he thinks so.

chuuya covers his face with his gloved palms and harshly rubbed his face, he can't let it happen. he has to make sure to not bump into you again to ensure your safety but the thought of this meeting being the only one and never meeting you again is clawing at chuuya's chest for some reason.

"i knew you were bad news for me." chuuya lowly mutters to himself because he knows he will keep craving another meeting, is it because you didn't freak out openly on meeting him because he was craving a normal interaction since so long. but it can't be that because if it was then why doesn't he want to meet his manager, staff and everyone who works for him?

he feels the coolness of the ac in the car collide with his wet clothes and pass to his skin, his fingers tightly pull at your jacket to wrap it more around himself as the perfume you sprayed on it reached his nose and chuuya sighed out, leaning back on the seat as he closes his eyes to try and imagine it is you hugging him and not your jacket.

he wonders how your arms would feel wrapped around his neck. are you the type to gently coo at him and pull his head towards your chest or do you rather prefer to have him bury his face against your neck as you trace mindless shapes on his back. will you notice the knots and tension on his back and shoulders, he thinks you will massage to relax him because you are like that, a balm.

ah.

chuuya groaned as he turns to face the window, pulling your jacket up to hide his face against it because he can feel the soft hands of his doom embrace him, doom wrapped in the form of you. if doom ie so pretty, no wonder many great men fell for it. chuuya thinks he might be doomed too if it means he gets to be near you again.... ugh, what's wrong with him and what's wrong with his thoughts?

how long does it take for the fallen leaves from the treess to be perished? how long does it take for new ones to grow on those now plain and naked branches? how longer will you continue to torment chuuya with the taste -- no, it wasn't a taste rather he just took a whiff of the aroma of the sweet forbidden fruit. he knows he won't end well if he eats it yet when has man not craved what isn't good for him? from the creation of the nuclear bomb to dangerous activities for adrenaline to what not.

seventy two hours and fifty four minutes have passed and as every minute passed, chuuya's despair and panick increased. he knows something is wrong with him and that too on a great level. his finger twitched around the alcohol bottle as he thinks more and more about his behavior since the past few days.

he swore under his breath as yet another bottle of alcohol is finished yet his thirst and need aren't satisfied. chuuya looks at the floor of his living room to see many bottles of alcohol laying, discarded and empty like him.

he used to feel empty before too but it's different now, more painful because he knows if he just went out and walked into the restaurant you work at, he can forget this feeling for a while and by not going. he is purposely punishing himself.

he raises his arm to cover his eyes, his mind once again begins to think and chuuya hates when he thinks because his thoughts are either of them or since the past few days, you.

and he hates how he thinks of you and feels himself growing restless to meet you, he hates how fast his heart begins to beat and how he smiles at his own thoughts, he hates the fluttering in his stomach and how he wants to feel your arms wrapped around him. only once. but if you do so, he fears he will get addicted and won't be able to go back to his despairing and lonely life again.

nakahara chuuya is a star and whoever touches a star burns so why is he burning here? with a desire to just get a glimpse of you so he could memorize your face and imagine it over and over again.

chuuya stands up, taking a few steps to the minibar in his living room after his pr team decided it would be better to give him free access to alcohol in his own apartment rather then risking him going to a bar or so for it and ruin his image in his drunk state. they can't force chuuya to quit alcohol after all, it became clear after their many failed attempts over the past few years.

chuuya reeks of alcohol and this is why your jacket is folded neatly on top of his bed, he doesn't want your perfume to disappear from your jacket due to the alcohol, your jacket is his only source of comfort after all. other then alcohol that is. yet no matter how the liquid burns his throat whenever he drinks it, it can't even compare an ounce to the warmth your jacket and the illusion that it's you hugging him whenever he drapes it over his shoulders brings.

chuuya grabbed the nearest bottle he saw, unscrewing the lid as he raised the bottle to his lips and gulps a huge amount, sighing in content. the most safe he feels is when he drinks, letting his mind be swayed by the alcohol because when he is drunk, he revives in his happiest moments.

he raises the bottle to drink from it again, his apartment door opened which prompts him to look at who entered from the limited number of people who knows his pin. the sight of the woman in her traditional japanese attire, sharp eyes like those of a lioness which are filled with exaggerated concern dares him to try to take another sip. he doesn't.

"what led to you stepping inside my humble commode-?"

"stop acting like a weak boy and embrace your image. you are a global star. the boss doesn't show it but he might discard you at this rate if you keep on behaving like this." she spoke, her concern for him hidden behind her sharp words but chuuya has the talent to catch onto the hidden melodies. he placed the bottle on the mini bar top as he frowns. the alcohol will taste like salt now if he drinks because he is pulled out of his deluded state of mocking peace by the realities.

now he is forced to think more violently. what will happen if the port mafia boss stops thinking of him as a star whose light blinds everyone, blinding them to the port mafia and the schemes they carry? what will happen if his main source of income -- the port mafia -- begins to think he is of no worth anymore? what will happen if they got their dirty hands on you, thinking you are the reason for chuuya's behaviour?

chuuya wants to throw up the alcohol he greedily gulped as a image of you with a gaping bullet wound on the centre of your forehead, lifeless eyes half closed as they stared at him, popped in his mind. once again he realises the grave danger he is in, the grave deal he made with that man.

"ane-san." he calls calmly as if his blood pressure didn't just raise at that horrifying possibility, he needs to pretend to be normal. "tell the boss to not worry. i needed to sort myself out a bit. i am ready. tell him to throw his best at me."

"chuuya." kouyou calls, stern and calm yet her eyes just shows her disapproval at his claim, she has every right to be skeptical, chuuya tells himself in order to not get offended at her lack of faith in him, he hasn't been the most promising the last few years after all. "boy. we prefer results over promises."

"i have always given results practically golden, didn't i?" chuuya presses on because he knows it's true. with his face all over the country and many others in asia, all the news channels and journalists wanting to cover him, chuuya has singlehandedly provided the mafia with atleast a firm sixty percent of fame to hide under. in this matter of covering the mafia's dirty work, chuuya has been and still is (despite him not having the same determination he did before) the most providing factor to the mafia. which is impressive as he isn't even a part of them officially. "just because i went a bit off track the past few years doesn't mean anyone can barge into my apartment and talk whatever way they want to. doesn't mean anyone can doubt me and my abilities."

chuuya takes steps forwards till he stood infront of the taller woman and he tilted his head, his eyes cold and angry as he stared at her, "i am a fucking star." he whispers.

kouyou stares at him for a few agonizing seconds before she smiled, amused at how good he has gotten in pretending to be fine and stern. she still remembers the first time she met the man when he was still fifteen, he looked so lost and doubtful of everything. here he is, glaring down at her as if she can't have him killed in a snap of a finger.

kouyou leaned down as she places her hand on his shoulder, her manicured nude nails shine under the lights of chuuya's apartment, no doubt if she wanted she can scratch his face with her nails and leave him unable to work without getting a surgery for whom the mafia will pay and thus, chuuya will have one more expensive debt to pay off.

"boy." koyuou calls out fondly because she isn't mori, she doesn't find ways to exploit chuuya for the mafia's benefit. that's not her job. "i hope you'll keep your words."

she doesn't smile but her voice sounds pleasant enough so a smile isn't even needed for chuuya to realise she is giving him a chance to prove himself. normally he wouldn't bat an eye to how many opportunities are thrown at him, he knows one smile will have more then half of the nation squealing again . . . but you'll probably like if he made new songs, you'll have more songs to listen to, you'll have more opportunities to hear his voice and a very sick part of chuuya hopes it can make you obsessed with his voice.

"stop drinking." kouyou's voice pulls him out of his thoughts, he looks behind him where she is looking to see the two empty glasses of alcohol on the bar counter and a few small bottles near the couch. he wishes he could but if he doesn't drink, he knows he will die.

"yeah." chuuya answers only for the sake of responding.

"stop drinking your life away."

"yeah."

"chuuya." she calls sternly, chuuya looks up because he understands the losing patience in her voice and the disdain, he sighs. ". . . i will try to cut down on it ane-san." he mumbles as he looks at the expensive pendent she is wearing instead because eyes show disappointment but jewels shine as if they are waving at him. it's funny how a woman whose hands are tainted in blood of innocent people is enjoying such luxury, chuuya bitterly thinks sometimes. suddenly all the resentment he harbours against her, against the mafia, against the entire world, came back.

kouyou notices it. she always took pride that even if someone took a breath a second later then their usual breathing pattern, she'll know. but she wishes she didn't at this moment because seeing the bitter resentment which she can spread into chuuya's heart, she remembers the way he used to tag along and cling to her when he was still fifteen. how he used to tilt his head as she taught him the etiquettes. sometimes she wishes she can go back to that time when they were close like before because as ashamed she is of ever admitting, she cares for the boy more then she should.

"don't die boy. when stars die, the one who used them as a source of light are lost. they live but not live life." kouyou's eyes turn dazed, she seems to be reminiscing memories, chuuya notes -- her past lover from the mafia -- he realises, suddenly feeling bad for being this way with the woman who had already been through a lot but he has been through alot too. the difference between them is, kouyou is used to it but he isn't. he isn't a mafia member, he doesn't know how to handle deaths.

kouyou doesn't speak anymore, she doesn't know how to try to reconnect with chuuya again. so she pats his shoulder comfortingly, turning around to leave while the words she spoke repeat in chuuya's mind, it makes him miss the look of longing she directed at him before she walked out.

who will care if he dies? his fans? yeah but they'll get over it after a few years.

but will you care if he dies -- that is, if he gets close to you and if you two ever become friends, will you be able to move on from him or will you be just a shell of a human living? what if you resort to the habits he has now -- no, that can't happen. even the thought of it is making chuuya's heart lurch in his chest. then he feels a bucket of cold water being poured on him, if you two become friends . . . chuuya knows he is a sick bastard for hoping you two to become close enough for his death or even him being injured to affect you, he can't seem to even accept the fact that you won't know if he was to get injured now. he wants you, he needs you, to be worried for him. he wants to have you fret over him, to care for him, scold him like kouyou does. he thinks if you told him to stop drinking, he will do his damn best to stop doing so.

. . . three hours later he broke the promise. nine days later, he had a meeting with a port mafia executive and it all clicks. chuuya who is driven by resentment, sets his mind to bring the change into motion.

[myluckymoon]

S/O gifting Chuuya a puppy on his birthday?

Hello, thank you for requesting. I hope this is good.

Chuuya x reader. S/o gifting chuuya a puppy for his birthday.

-tws. Fluff. Some cursing. Not very well made ending.

Today was a certain redhead's birthday and I wanted you to give him something special. But the problem was that he was rich. How was that a problem you might ask. Well you see the problem is that being rich ment you could get almost anything, cost not being important.

So you began to think. What did your beautiful boyfriend want most? Then, it came to you. Chuuya absolutely loved dogs. You could get him a dog. He would be over the moon if you got him one. But the question is, witch breed? A shelter dog or a puppy from a breeder?... So many questions. Not to mention the supplies.

You thought it best to get a puppy from a breeder. So you set out on a quest to get bull terrier for chuuya.

-time skip-

It had been about 3 hours of shopping. But you had finally gotten the little fur ball and all of its supplies. You checked the time. 6:00 pm. Perfect. You have roughly 3 hours before he gets home.

You drove to your shared penthouse. Brought the little bull terrier inside and put him in his crate, wrapped it up with air holes, then wrapped up all of the puppies supplies.You quickly backed a cake for him.

-time skip again lol-

You heard the door open. Then footsteps. You ran over to greet your handsome boyfriend. “Welcome back and happy birthday love!” You exclaimed as you hugged him. “Thank you doll.” Chuuya said as he shrugged off his coat and shoes. After a quick peck on the lips you lead him into the living room where his surprise was waiting for him. While Chuuya took a seat on the couch you brought over the surprise. The pitter patter of little paws could be heard from inside the box along with happy yipping. That pretty much gave away the content of what was inside.

Chuuya’s eyes widened when he realized what was inside his gift. You handed him the box with two hands. “No fuckin way….I have to be dreaming” he murmured to himself, clearly in disbelief of what his gift was. He tore away the wrapping paper and slowly opened the box. His eyes widened even more as he saw the little puppy in the box, tail wagging as he looked into his ocean Blue eyes.

He gasped as he opened the crate and the little bull terrier came flying out. Licking his face. Chuuya picked up the puppy, smiling like a little kid. You rarely ever see him this Happy. “Why hello there little guy”.

This is the end of the fic. Sorry I ran out of ideas. I will add more when I get more ideas.

Moon 🌙

Btw...my requests are open still.

[justcallmesakira]

Bsd men with a childish s/o:

Sypnosis: how they go on with their day with you :333

Genre: crack, low key fluff

Warnings: mention of roblox, McDonald's, LOADS of blasting stuff, torturing Mexican man, war flashbacks

Dazai-

• one word, power couple (more like powerblasting the agency every couple of hours)

• he absolutely loves your childish demeanor, like bro you saw how he acts? He gives undeveloped 22 year old man and so do you🙃

•anyways he actually enjoys your company, your cute little childish acts and stuff

• ex: blasting the electricity cables of Yokohama, drawing silly little Sanrio doodles everywhere, going ":3"after cutely making the enemy go insane etc.

•honestly he would definitely take you to the playground instead of a fancy restaurant 😘👍

•probably swings with you on the swings •"Couple found playing in a children's playground before getting hit in the anal by lighting"

•bro he would go with your childish and stopid tactics😰😰😰

• "omg let's make a paper boat and ride it down the river😍😍🤩😘😘🥰" "anything for you babygorilla😏😈😈😈😽😼"

•like seriously though the agency actually worries, not for dazai but for when he gaslights you with a lollipop into committing double-plugging each other off

•he still enjoys your childish antics, you would go with a cute Lil face doing dumb stuff and he will just watch you with soften eye

•anyways you two have matching energy but unless your in real danger he's not saving you... He's joining you😰😰😨

Chuuya-

•hahh....

•he's so done with you

•you would act so silly and chilly that's he's gonna get literally WAR flashbacks (dazai I am lookin at you and your little lighter🤨🤨

•when ever he took you to McDonald's you would ask the employee for extra sauce and he would ask "why would you want extra sau- AND WHY ARE WE IN MCDONALD'S ORDERING HAPPY Meals????!!!" *slurps down every sauce packet* "it's for the toy, chuuya"

•he totally not traumatized by your tactics <33

•poor chuuya he just wants to have a nice romantic bath with you and there you are with rubber ducks and balls everywhere

•"darling Ily but why the hell did you stick rubber ducks on your body with Elmer's glue? 😃" -chuuya probably

•even during hard missions your so unserious😭

•it's scares him how goofy your are during a shooting..... *flashback*

•he wants to put like a dog leash on you so I don't wander off Dora the explorer live action (NO YALL NOT IN THAT Way) •chuuya=🙅 you begging him to buy a children's kitchen set= 💁‍♀️🔪🍳.

•he genuinely likes your sweet little innocent side

•whenever he's tired of babysit-- I mean taking care of you he takes you to kouyou and goes 🕳️🎢 'bye'

•HELP AUTOMOTIVE BIBI FOGASA STARTED PLAYING-😰😰😰

•he still cares for you especially when you are tired and fell asleep he would carry you to the bedroom and sleep with your head on his shoulder and him giving you a soft smile :)

•just don't remind him of a certain someone.... 🤕

Fyodor-

•he doesn't know why he picked up a street dawg like you

•careful who U call street dog before I leave you on the streets😃

•you and gogol would do stupid stuff in his room, run around playing tag all over his office and there he is with his silly little discord mod on his computer (fyodor please get your rusty ass off from that computer)

•you actually like his goofy cartoon mouse logo and made merch out of his organization 😘😘😘

•"myshka, why are you wearing my organization's shirt and a-" "shhhh- I am promoting your company" "what"

•he's just like chuuya but calmer and is questioning how you can act so carefree while he's brutally torturing a Mexican man

•LEAVE THE MEXICAN MAN ALONE FYODOR-🇲🇽

•still he buys you those kitchen set toys so you won't scream "shimmy shimmy ya" during the Doa meetings😃😃😃

•it's actually kinda sweet bcs of the dynamic you share like-- cold x cheerful

•you begged him to play roblox with you

•"I have work to do" "you can blast people in this game" "..."

•"yadayadaya safusafusafu" -you

•he likes your cheery mess but keep it at an extent before he sends you to the adoption center

•ADOPTION CENTER KINK---

A/N: I am sorry this is bad but it's my first post so please be patient I will start a writing blog with rules and all ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Divider crds: /@junkyukim on pinterest

[nikosaki]

Summary: your mafia boyfriend loves you a lot you are glad for it too. But singing has taken up your life a lot and you’re insecure whether you actually inspire people in the music industry or not. So why not spend your final moments with your lover?

Genre: romance, fluff

Wanrings: death, signs of depression, reader is a famous singer A/n: SO EXCITED FOR DIS AAAH

The world shone infront of you cheering as you sang your voice out like a soft melody, and in that crowd you could see your boyfriend, chuuya smiling adoringly at you.

Oh how you wish you could tell him the truth

This is still in unfinished draft but I promise you that this will be really well written and extra long so please wait patiently.!

[animeismyhappyplace]

Liquid Courage - Chuuya Nakahara x Female Reader

Reader gets black out drunk and doesn't realise she has confessed her love for her boss Chuuya Nakahara.

Word Count: 1,200

TW: Drunken confessions, fluff, some very brief angst, Chuuya is a bit teasing to reader

The Port Mafia has had a lot of wins lately when it came to take overs and acquisitions so most of the lower ranking members have gone out to drink and celebrate, Chuuya Nakahara feeling far too drained to be around some of the more... Irritating members especially when drunk decided he would just head home and get some much needed rest. 

Chuuya's phone starts to vibrate loudly against his bedside table which wakes the poor man up in the middle of the night, he rolls over to check his phone to see he has a missed call and voice mail from Y/N. Chuuya rubs his blurry eyes but clicks his voicemail to listen to her voicemail assuming it must be important given the time. Soon Y/N's voice is floating through his speakers "H-Hi Chuuya I was just ringing to say... That I think I love you! A- And your stupid gorgeous face... And your gorgeous hair..." Chuuya listens intently with a frown drawn across his face at first but soon finds himself trying not to laugh or smile as he hears her drunken ramblings about him.

Y/N starts to hiccup mid sentence as the alcohol clearly starts to take over her mind "I just don't know how to tell you that you're so fuckin' perfect you know... I feel like if I tell you to your stupid face you'll just... Reject me" He can hear her sniffling then he can just about make out Gin trying to comfort the girl. His heart flutters when he hears her call him perfect, which makes him chuckle quietly to himself. Chuuya has never thought of himself in that way at all, in fact he often thinks about all the ways he lacks.

Her words are trailing off as she clearly is trying to collect her thoughts "Well anyway... that's all I wanted to say. I love you and yeah... Oh shit I'll have to go Tachihara just vomited all over Higuchi and she looks like she's about to kill him... Bye!" Chuuya hears the woman's giggles fade off before the voicemail ends, Chuuya smiles softly after listening to her message wondering how he should go about acting on his new information he has.

A few hours pass by with Y/N barely rousing from her sleep as the sun blares through the gaps in her curtains, groaning as she lifts her arms up to hide her poor eyes from the sudden intrusion. Y/N starts to slowly rise from her bed she hears furious banging against her door "Open the fuckin' door Y/N, I'm getting impatient!" She hears her boss grumble angrily, as the poor girl blinks a few time thoroughly confused she stumbles towards her door to open it for her boss. 

When greeted with his irritated face she frowns slightly before clearing her throat "Chuuya sir... what can I do for you? Please excuse my appearance I was out with the members last night celebrating" She flushes as she looks down at her sleep shirt and shorts. Chuuya rolls his eyes somewhat playfully as he bites back a laugh at the state he's found her in "Oh I know you were one of the members out last night" She tilts her head in confusion "You already know?" She looks at her boss waiting for him to tell her why he's arrived at her apartment so suddenly.

Chuuya nods once again chuckling lightly before taking a step closer to her "Yeah I got your message." He watches the girl expectantly "My message?" She responds feeling even more confused "Oh you don't remember let me play it for you" He smirks at her devilishly enjoying her confusion. Soon her very drunk voice fills the space between them as she hears every word of her drunken confession... To her boss... Shame fills her body and flashes across her face as she stutters out trying to explain the situation "I-I am SO sorry Chuuya sir! I-I... I was very drunk last night and..." Chuuya holds his hand out to stop her babbling before he laughs quietly amused by her reaction "It's fine really" He steps forward watching her worried face before he continues "I was quite relieved to hear your drunken ramblings, when I first saw the notification I was nervous somethin' awful had happened to ya" He folds his arms over his chest trying to look disinterested in the conversation.

Y/N tries to take in his words "You were relieved... You were worried about me..." She stands still as a statue as her fried brain tries to link together what he's telling her. Chuuya smiles softly at her not quite understanding his words "Well yeah, I mean after all who wouldn't be concerned if their friend was ringing them at 4 in the fuckin morning?" He pauses looking into her eyes seeing the worry there "I'd hate to think somethin bad happened to ya and I was too late to help" He clears his throat suddenly "But back to the conversation at hand here, your voicemail was it just drunken fuckery or did you mean it?" Her brows furrow in confusion at his words before her embarrassment takes hold as she looks down "Y- Yeah I meant it... Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable, I know we work together but... I can't help my feelings for you" Y/N can't help but rub her feet together trying to distract from the awkward conversation.

Chuuya sighs deeply shaking his head "Don't apologise, nothin wrong with havin feelings for someone... I'd know I have feelings for someone I work with" He lifts his striking blue eyes to look at her, disappointment shoots through every fibre of her being as she frowns "O- Oh you do? W-Who do you like? Gin? Higuchi? I could try and set something up..." She mutters quietly asking the question even if she doesn't know to know the answer.

Chuuya chuckles lightly feeling his heart skip a beat as he thinks about the question "No you idiot! I'm talkin' 'bout you!" he shakes his head before leans closer giving her a small bashful smile "... Oh ... OH!" Chuuya can't help but laugh as the penny drops and she finally realises what he's said "You ... Like... Me?" Y/N asks still not fully believing it. Chuuya nods slowly smiling warmly "Yeah I do, so much that I've been tryna hide it, not really a great look that a Port Mafia exec has fallen in love with one of his underlings but ya know... you can't help who you fall for." He says softly blushing as he watches her reaction.

She can't help the smile that shoots across her face as she grips his shirt and pulls him towards her to give him a passion kiss on the lips. Chuuya returns the kiss eagerly wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her close against him as they share a passionate moment together before breaking apart panting heavily from the intensity of the kiss "Been waiting a long fuckin time to do that" He chuckles as he gently leads her backwards into her apartment attaching his lips back to hers. 

[kazeniya]

Happy birthday to my cute lil baby who my gallery is filled with lmao

Happy birthday chuuya<333

[ctto, pictures are from pinterest]

[riiwrites]

boyfriend!chuuya who…

a/n : i’ve decided to make this into a series so please suggest who you’d like to see next :)

a/n : i tried to make this one gender neutral but it’s more hinted towards female reader as it’s mentioned when they first meet, but you can always just skip to the boyfriend part as always

warnings : stormbringer spoilers(?), mentions of insecurity

dazais version | atsushis version

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dividers belong to @/benkeibear !

pre-boyfriend!chuuya who saved you when some scumbag from town took your purse/bag.

pre-boyfriend!chuuya who wasn’t even on duty that day and was browsing through town until he saw a very distressed you.

pre-boyfriend!chuuya who’s heart does a little flip when he sees you look up at him with tear filled eyes and a kind smile to say ‘thank you’ for retrieving your belongings and that you’re his hero.

pre-boyfriend!chuuya who’s eyes widen as he coughs a bit awkwardly and averts his gaze before saying..

“Ah, uhm..don’t worry about it. Damn bastards like that don’ even deserve to be near the presence of a woman.” He says, slowly averting his gaze back to your glossy eyes. God, why was his stomach doing even more flips than he could ever imagine?

Your smile only grows wider as you reach into your once stolen purse/bag and pull out your phone, unlocking it and holding it out to him. He looks at it for a few moments before you speak.

“Let me make it up to you, next time I’m in town we’ll go out for a drink, it’s the least I could do.”

And to his own surprise, he reluctantly accepts, taking your phone and putting his phone number in, handing it back to you.

As if your smile could grow any bigger, it does.

“Chuuya, huh? I’ll see you around.”

As you turn around and walk away with his number saved, he stares at you from afar as you become a blur in the distance. He doesn’t know why he felt what he felt to someone random so fast, but he knew one thing. He needed to see that smile again.

pre-boyfriend!chuuya who low-key keeps checking his phone every now and again to wait for your text, eyes widening slightly as he sees you have.

pre-boyfriend!chuuya who can’t help but let out a little smirk and chuckle as he reads your texts.

pre-boyfriend!chuuya who finally takes you out on a few dates and by the third one, you’re finally his.

boyfriend!chuuya who doesn’t do much physical touch at first, wanting to be respectful.

boyfriend!chuuya who begins to wrap his arm around your waist or shoulder in public when you give him the green light.

boyfriend!chuuya who has his hand on your thigh when you’re sitting down.

boyfriend!chuuya who holds your hand and does the thumb thing.

boyfriend!chuuya who never initiates affection unless it’s hand holding or waist holding because he doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable, but if you wanted that he’d give you what you want.

boyfriend!chuuya who holds your cheek in his palm and strokes your tears away when you’re crying.

boyfriend!chuuya who gives your hand a reassuring squeeze when you’re anxious in public or in general.

boyfriend!chuuya who likes to take you out to fancy dinners, not all the time but on occasions.

boyfriend!chuuya who separates his work life from his love life, so you don’t become a target.

boyfriend!chuuya who wishes the flags were here to meet you.

boyfriend!chuuya who picks you up from any place during night, forcing you to wait there as he doesn’t want you to walk home yourself.

boyfriend!chuuya who trusts you to go out by yourself and do what you want as long as you’re not in danger, but would like a checkup every few hours.

boyfriend!chuuya who doesn’t judge you for what you wear, thinks it’s his choice and whoever has a problem can take it up with him.

boyfriend!chuuya who doesn’t care because he knows how to fight.

boyfriend!chuuya who kisses your knuckles as a greeting when he sees you.

boyfriend!chuuya who cleans your apartment/house for you for when you come back home.

boyfriend!chuuya who dates to marry

boyfriend!chuuya who never lets either one of you go to bed angry or upset.

boyfriend!chuuya who actually talks it out and wants you to speak to him when somethings wrong.

boyfriend!chuuya who always takes you drinking with him, having you try different ones to pick the best choice.

boyfriend!chuuya who keeps in mind which one is your favourite as it is now his go to drink.

boyfriend!chuuya who’s favourite sign of affection is kisses.

boyfriend!chuuya who rests his chin on the top of your head when sleeping.

boyfriend!chuuya who buys you a expensive and specific perfume so that he can remember your scent.

boyfriend!chuuya who always gets you flowers when you go on a date, it’s a must.

boyfriend!chuuya who lets you sit on his lap whilst he does work, resting his chin on top of the top of your head as he scribbles away.

boyfriend!chuuya who easily carries you when you’re too tired to walk or if you’re about to step in mud or a puddle.

boyfriend!chuuya who puts his jacket on the concrete floor so you can step on it just so you don’t get your shoes dirty.

boyfriend!chuuya who can read you like an open book, instantly noticing you’re upset.

boyfriend!chuuya who kisses your insecurities.

You were in the changing room with him as you were trying on different clothes, him with a slight smile and you with a very noticeable frown. Chuuya can’t help but notice as he also reflects your expression, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your stomach, peering over your shoulder.

“What’s wrong, doll?” He asks, clear concern evident in his voice and on his face.

“I just..” You start, unable to finish your next few words.

“You just..?”

“Feel so ugly..” You mumble.

Chuuyas expression shifts to a concerned look to a rather confused one, furrowing his eyebrows as he fully turns you around by the shoulders to face him.

“Don’t say that shit ever again.” He says sternly, noticing the way your bottom lip wobbles and your eyes become glossy once again. He takes your hand in his and begins kissing your knuckles, then kissing up your arm, then to your neck and then to your face. He kisses your nose before pulling away.

“Do you even know how much I love this damn face?” He begins, kissing your two cheeks and chin as you begin giggling, sniffling as tears stroll down your cheeks like a gentle waterfall.

“I can’t even begin to talk about how much I’m in love with this perfect face and body. Sometimes, i don’t understand why you’d wanna go for a guy like me..” He finishes, smiling comfortingly as he strokes your hair as you cry softly with a sweet smile on your face.

“I-..I love you, Chuuya..”

He pauses, his smile fading as his expression becomes surprised, but then his face lighting up as he picks you up and spins you around the small cubicle, you squealing.

“And I love ya too damn much.”

boyfriend!chuuya who realises after that he’s head over heels for you.

boyfriend!chuuya who talks about you to Kouyou, wanting to know how he can make you the happiest.

boyfriend!chuuya who believes you deserve the world, so he’s gonna give you it.

boyfriend!chuuya who in a world full of boys.. - he’s a gentleman. ❤︎︎

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[osachiyo]

love, love, what do you think about a reader who has really thick thighs :0 how would the bsd men react to it >:0 I feel like Nikolai/Dazai would like to force the reader to sit on their face lol (it’s a thirst just in case!!)

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ note. . . AAAAAA this ask made me so insane tysm for this nonnie. . . (mdni) not proofread sorry im a lazy fuck </3

dazai would love them, maybe so much so that its a little concerning— only a little though ! he'd lovee to lay his head on your plush thighs, whining for you to sing him to sleep— its the only way he can get some rest, y'know? he already loves your thighs so much but if you like wearing booty shorts, tights or even stockings? this man is a goner. just a heads up though, they're gonna be ripped to shreds by the time he's done with you. and no, he's not gonna buy you new ones (he's too broke ya'll)

he's definitely gonna beg you to sit on his face— at least do it once for him, won't you? oh but when you actually give in, he's so fucking happy he could basically die. he'd even say it to you— pretty brown lashes fluttering as he slurs out muffled words like— "god, bella. i could just— could just suffocate between these thighs," and if you know him, you know he's being dead serious. but you can't bring yourself to complain when he's practically making out with your pussy so fuckin' good, making you drool and sputter your words as he runs his tongue up and down your slick folds. filthy slurping noises escaping his lips while his fingers dig into the fat of your thighs— they're definitely gonna bruise later..♡

chuuya would find them adorable. he just loves to bury his face between them. not even in a dirty or suggestive way— he just found it so comforting, y'know? but also would be downright mesmerized by the way your thighs jiggle and spill out of your tights— blood rushing to his face and he can't help but sneak a couple glances at your plump thighs. shit, did they look good but he just wanted to rip them off as soon as possible.

and rip them off he did— blunt nails easily ripping the fabric of your mesh tights as he continues lapping at your soaked cunt. he only chuckled when you gasped and whined about how those were your last pair! he'd peak his head from between your spread thighs— tongue running over his swollen lips and god, did he look like a total fucking mess. his eyes were glazed over with pure lust and love for you— twinkling with delight as you moaned and clutched onto the bedframe, holding on for dear life as chuuya ate you out like a fucking animal. a sloppy grin graced his features, hand moving from your thigh to reach between your legs— pushing two gloved fingers in with ease. "relax, doll. I'll buy you all the tights you need. jus' lemme enjoy my fuckin' meal." and with that, he dived right back in..♡

fyodor found the contrast between your body and his own adorable. he was tall, lanky and slim. you, on the otherhand, were plush, soft and just....so enticing to him. he loved each and every part of your body, of course but your thighs— god, your thighs. he'd love to just bury his face between them and stay there for hours. not that he'd ever admit it, though. his pride wouldn't allow it. that doesn't mean he wouldn't show his adoration for them in a...different way, of course.

he'd lay you down gently on your shared bed, kissing every part of your body from head to those delicious thighs of yours. and after he's finally done— he'd press them together before sliding his cock in between. what? why're you looking at him with those pitiful eyes of yours? what better way to showcase his love for your plush thighs than to fuck them, no? he'd shudder at the way the flushed head of his pretty cock would catch against your clit with every drag of his hips. he'd only laugh cruelly at your whining and begging for him to just put it in! oh well, he's not stopping anytime soon until he gets to cum all over your pussy and those pretty thighs of yours so..goodluck..♡

nikolai would just.. keep his hands on you all the damn time. i mean, how could he not? when you're practically asking him for it! that's why you decided to wear those tight stockings, didn't you? to show off your mouth-watering thighs to the world? he just couldn't keep his eyes off them the entire fucking day. the way the fabric clung and dug into the meat of your thighs and fuck. how could he not get rock hard?

and that's how you ended up seated on his pretty fuckin' face. eager tongue exploring your insides as guttural groans and growls left his parted lips. he was soaked— head getting squeezed by your thighs and he could almost cum from the feeling. his hands were also busy— occasionally slapping and pinching the soft fat on your thighs and snickering at your high pitched squeals. he'd also lift you a little by grabbing the back of your thighs just to look at you with those drunk-dazed eyes. and fuck, he was practically pussy drunk. he wasn't at fault though! it's all your fault for having such nice fucking thighs..♡

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[causenessus]

foggy days . . . | chuuya + dazai

chuuya x gn!reader + dazai x gn!reader (seperate scenarios!)

"...god loves you, but not enough to save you. so good luck taking care of yourself." (sun bleached flies / ethel cain)

↑ you don’t have to take care of yourself alone. people come into your life and you enter those of others' so that everyone helps take care of each other. to be human is to love more than god can. more than god ever intended. - ness <3

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notes: my og title was super long for this work so i’ve split it up into three parts each with their own song lyrics bc i’m in my yearning era. hopefully everything makes sense :> there is no longer any continuity between the formats of any of my posts and idrc. a little suggestive in chuuya's, a little bit of tongue action, once again i'm a whore for manga-chuuya so don't be offput by his eyes being described as brown LMAO. lots and lots of comfort, basically scenarios of chuuya/dazai + you on a foggy day,,, enjoy <3

thank you to @osamucide for helping me w/ dazai's choice of song <3 this ones for u <3 smooching u <3 ily <3 my life is dedicated to u <3 what a coincidence the lyrics you associated him linked directly back to the ending line i wrote for his scenario before i had even asked you for suggestions <3 we're just soulmates like that <3 mwah <3

. . . kisses on the tip of your nose (chuuya)

“hey, do you wanna see the west with me? ‘cause love’s out there and i can’t let it be." "...love’s never meant that much to me, but i’ll come with you if you’re sure it’s what you need.” (thoroughfare  / ethel cain)

on foggy days, chuuya finds you on a bench underneath the warm flood of light from a lamp post above. air is transparent; it has no color, the phenomenon behind fog is simply that the air has become denser, increasing its visibility while lowering the sight lines of others. yet the humid air eagerly reflects and intensifies any color that shines through it, which allows for the sight in front of him now: like a flickering candle in the middle of a dark room, the throw of the single beacon of light on what must be yokohama’s foggiest day frames and spills atop the crown of your head, making you look more angelic than you already always do. if he had a camera on him, maybe he’d try to take a picture, assuming that the fog wouldn't harbor the clarity of the lens.

you think he looks cute, standing there lost in his own thoughts for a moment, hands stuffed into the pockets of a coat lined with that prickly, stiff, woolen fabric no one like but, regardless, cannot complain about because it keeps them warm. he’s finally abandoned his normal attire for something that's still classy, of course, but more appropriate for the weather.

a scarf is tied around his neck, the way you taught him to so that he wouldn't complain about how itchy or tight it felt, and he’s buried the lower half of his face deep inside the warm fabric, trying to keep his nose from freezing off.

you want to hold his face between your hands, nuzzle the tip of your nose against him, kiss the tip of his nose, then maybe the bridge of it, then the space between his brows, then over each of his eyes, then his cheeks, and then finally, his warm, warm lips.

but you'll do that after he stops scowling at you, shoulders hunched up to try and shield his ears from the nipping cold as best as he can.

he's also, of course, wearing that hat of his. you almost tell him to go back inside in case the moisture of the humid air affects the worn leather it's made of.

but he's braved the cold and stepped out of the house to find you, and you know it's useless to try to suggest the idea to him unless you're following him back in.

"what're ya doing out here in this weather?" he's not scolding you or upset with you, just utterly confused. he steps closer, removing his gloved hands from his pockets to pick up your bare hands that you had resting in your lap, holding them between his warm ones. "shit, i can feel how cold you are through my gloves, doll. you okay?" even if he happened to be irked by something you did, he could never stay mad at you for very long before he was overwhelmed with how much he loved you. now his eyes are warm and soft, focused on your own, brows laced with concern and the scowl gone from his face.

this is where you kiss him all over his face.

and that's exactly what you do, humming a small "yes" to his question before escaping the grip of his hands, locking your arms around his neck and using all the strength you have to pull him on top of the bench you're on.

it's harder than you expect, although maybe that's on you for thinking it'd be easy. he's an executive of the port mafia and most certainly their strongest; no matter how much he typically lets his guard down around you, it's only natural that he tenses up at your sudden attack.

but it's an attack of kisses, to his surprise, and he exclaims as he comes toppling onto you, your back hitting the spindly worn wood of the bench below you. his legs are tangled with your own, and he's placed his arms on either side of you on the bench to support himself, but you don't let him move another inch away from you, running your hands (warming by the second thanks to all the heat your stealing from him) up his neck to caress the side of his cheeks, pulling him close.

whatever he's been chiding you about now dies in his throat when you pull him close. when only your noses touch, and you look into his pretty brown eyes with those flecks of amber and blue, the prettiest eyes you've ever seen, his breath is warm against your lips, his own curling into smile as he huffs. "don't tease me now, sweetheart," whatever consequence he was going to threaten you with falls silent again when you ignore the jeer, shifting his face down slightly so that the tip of his nose meets your lips, and then you're kissing him all over, small murmurs of "i love you"s whispered between every other kiss. his eyes are squeezed shut, cheeks warming by the second despite your freezing hands, unable to keep himself from getting flushed from your overwhelming amount of love he swears he’ll never get used to.

he’ll always get worked up just from the sight of you, overcome with his uncontrollable amount of desire to kiss you and hold you in his arms, and he’ll never be able to stop his eyes from always tearing up the slightest bit along with the stir of his heart in his chest every time you tell him you love him. he'll never get used to your love, he swears, but he doesn't want to.

when you finally place your lips to his, he hums in pleasant surprise, pressing against your lips with just as much fevor, shifting one of his arms to rest himself on his forearm so that he can run his fingers through your hair.

the fog and cold weather pricking your skin through your layers of clothes fade away when you feel his tongue swipe against your lips, asking to be let in. and when you part your lips and his warmth pulls you inexplicably closer, you don't think even the coldest of temperatures could freeze you to death.

not when you're with him, virtually and inexplicably the sun of your life. melting away any ice in your heart and mind with the warmth that comes from the brightest star that's always giving to others; all in the form of the single man who's in your arms right now.

the slight push of his knee against your legs, nudging them farther apart as he finally parts from you, leaving your mouth empty once again, your chest heaving while he takes to trailing burning kisses down your neck, acting completely unaffected, has you running your hands through his strawberry blonde hair, tugging him ever so gently up so that your faces are mere inches apart again.

"chuuya, we're in public," you rasp, and it seems it's your turn to scold him.

"are we now?" he's only grinning at you, fingers grazing the side of your cheek as he brushes a strand of your hair away from your face. "should've thought about that before ya kissed me like that, then. since we’re 'in public.'" he mocks your words and you can't exactly argue back. you’re racking your head for a comeback but he doesn't give you the time to reply before going on, "there's not even anyone around. that's why you came out here anyway, is it not?"

he knows you too well, and all you can do is give a small smile back, bringing a hand up to caress the side of his face. he leans into your touch letting your warming hands mold to the shape of his heated cheek. 

"it is," you murmur, feeling the need to explain yourself as if he doesn't already know you. but you keep talking anyway, and he doesn't stop you. he likes hearing you talk. "i just recently started to like this weather, around the same time i met you. i like how this weather makes everyone disappear. i like how I can't even see two feet in front of me, i think it's beautiful in its own way— like i’m stepping into the unknown, but i'm not scared. and maybe that’s because i know you’ll find me in it no matter what. you’ll be with me, and i’ll be with you. i like being with you. the only reason i left this morning was just to enjoy the silence... but i'm ready to go back in."

his face is nestled back into the crook of your neck, placing light butterfly kisses over your pulsating temple ever so often as he listens to you speak, feels the rumble of your voice through your throat with how closely he's pressed to your skin.

"we can stay out here, i don't mind. i like that it makes everyone go away, too. everyone but you. i like coming out here to find only you; the only one i want to see, anyway," he whispers back, letting his lips place a longer, more firm kiss than before on your neck, sending shivers down your skin. "wherever you want to go, baby. like you said, i'll always be right behind you. no matter how heavy the fog, i swear i’ll find you." 

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♡

. . . and muddied knees. (dazai)

“...don’t wait too long. i don’t want you to get tired of me. am i just that damn hard to love?” (golden age / ethel cain)

sleeping with dazai is always an experience.

every night, you both cuddle under the same futon and yet his hands and feet are ungodly freezing. he whines and blames it on poor blood circulation (but not because of his bandages! they aren't that tight, he made sure to add the first night you shared a blanket and fell asleep in each other's arms) leaving the responsibility to fall into your hands–or, more realistically—you’re the lucky one whose been chosen to be his personal heater, cold hands sneaking up your shirt to rest on your navel, his long legs coming to tangle with yours.

usually, he warms up after getting to hold you so closely, and that's why waking up to a cold spot beside you is all the more shocking.

a little bit of light is spilling in from the nearby curtain of his dorm and you're willing yourself to slip out from underneath the warmth of the futon, in search of something–someone more important than the heat. you shiver as you look outside, trying to assess what time it is.

the sky is a light hazy gray, there's no sun in sight, and the trees and ground are darker than usual, soaking wet with the drizzle of rain that had pattered down on the roof above the two of you last night as you fell asleep.

there had been two beating hearts underneath that futon when you closed your eyes.

but when you opened them, you could only hear the pulse of your own life in your ears. and after a little bit of tip-toeing around his small dorm, you were fairly sure it seemed that he wasn't hiding anywhere in the dorm, either.

slipping on the nearest pair of shoes you can find, wrapping one of dazai's heavier jackets tightly around you, you brace the nipping cold as you open the door of his dorm, peeking your head out.

he’s not out taking in the view of the ground below him, leaning dangerously far over that old, worn, metal railing of the dorm’s building as you sometimes find him doing, so you start your usual trail of places you're bound to find him. it's not surprising that he's wandered off alone, lost in his thoughts. in fact, it's at least a weekly occurrence and by this point maybe anyone else would have gotten used to his sudden disappearances, knowing he was bound to show up back on the doorstep at some point, but you cann't help chasing out after him. you don’t want him to be alone, you don’t want there to be a time that comes where he never returns, and maybe it’s all because you weren’t there with him when he needed you.

you’re his partner; the one he wraps his arms around when he finally, after an entire day being the strong one, relaxes and just becomes osamu again. your osamu. you're the one osamu lets undress him sometimes, let's kiss over his skin, and help him wrap his bandages if he needs. if they exist, you're fairly certain osamu's your soulmate. and if they don't exist, he's surely the closest he can be to one. and maybe he doesn’t see you the same way back, but how could you not go out looking for your soulmate, the one you love, every time he wanders off alone? is always being by your boyfriend's side not what it means to love him? how could your heart not be eating away at you, knowing how far apart your other half, crying out to you to find him?

there’s no need to justify why you’re wandering through the humid mist of the early morning. if dazai asked why you always came after him, you’re not sure you could say all of that to his face. all you could probably say is, “because i love you.” and that’s what it all really boils down to in the end, isn't it? doesn't everything you do for him stem from a place of insatiable love? one that you’re not sure he’s always ready to accept, but one you are always willing to give him more of whenever his mind allows himself to let you love him as you want to. fully.

he's not near the bridge he's often teetering off the edge of and sometimes falling into. he's not found on the boardwalks of yokohama either. the shore is especially ghostly today, absent of any people, and the heavy fog that lays over the rippling blue water doesn't help with the eerie atmosphere.

but you find him at the third spot, which on a day like this, you felt was where you would find him from the start, anyway. 

you climb up the concrete steps quietly, seeing that familiar head of tousled brown hair leaning against a headstone. the engraving of a name that's been etched into it, the grooves aged and soiled with time, faces towards you.

you bow, placing your hands together and paying your respects as always to osamu's friend. the one you’ve never met, but by this point perhaps know just as well as osamu with all the stories he's fondly spoken of, lulling you to sleep on countless nights. after a moment of silence, you pass by the gravestone to join osamu on the dewy grass.

"[y/n]," he says your name, lolling his head against the curve of the top of the gravestone to look towards you.

his eyes are bright and wide, and you almost go as far to say he seems especially energetic today, but you know that no amount of light in his eyes can promise that he's doing well.

your eyes flick down to his hands, bandages just barely peeking out of the beige coat he's wearing, and you kneel next to him, not minding the way the soil sinks against your knees when you do, slightly leaning over him as you take his hands into your own.

"are you not cold? it's freezing out here and you're not even wearing an extra jacket. i should have brought a scarf or something—" you're half speaking to yourself, half speaking to him, and he only continues to watch you as if in admiration of something, which you come to understand with his next words.

"don't you ever get tired of warming me up? do you get tired of having to come find me? are you tried of getting your hands dirty because of me?" his words are gentle, still spoken lightly as if he’s simply telling you about the exciting day he’s had, not asking you questions that have you pausing for a second. in this moment, his tone only speaks volumes to you about how much of his true feelings he's hiding, but none of that works on you anymore.

"no, osamu," you look up at him from where you've been focused on his hands, clamped between your own as you try your best to give him everything you have, willing the warmth of your hands to transfer to him. it's not exactly how science works, but you'd bare the cold for him, freeze your very hands off and give him all of your warmth down to your beating heart if it meant he was warm and well taken care of.

"i'm never tired of you, or anything you do. i'll never get tired of you. i'm happy i get to warm up your hands every night. i'm happy i'm the one that gets to do that and wander around looking for you. you make me so happy, osamu, i don't care about these clothes, or how dirty i get, as long as i get to be by your side. as long as i get to be the one to hold your hands tonight." the curved smile he greeted you with is slowly dropping by the second, but that doesn't mean your words are upsetting him. it's the opposite; his facade is slowly peeling away. "do you see, osamu? you make me so happy. i'll dress warmly and take care of myself just to make sure that i'm always able to warm your hands because i love you. all i hope is that i can make you happy, too."

one of his hands, now slightly warmer, reaches up to slide against the side of your face, brushing the upper ridges of your cheekbone with a thumb. "you do make me happy, angel. sometimes i just have to get out, like my love for you is too much. i don't deserve so much happiness, so i have to return to places that once depressed me in order to force everything to settle down. i don't want to overwhelm you with how i feel, whether that be an emotion good or bad."

"don't hold yourself back or water yourself down for me, osamu. i want to love you through the good and the bad. i want to be there for all of it. i want to warm you up every night, not just on the ones where you feel deserving of it. you're always deserving of love, in my eyes. i don't want just the good parts of you, i want all of you. and if you still have to wander out and return to old places, then i'll come along with you, if you'll let me. i'll keep you warm wherever you go. i love you."

he lets out a breath that sounds like he's been holding it in for hours before he's smiling softly. it's genuine this time when his lips turn upward while he's pulling you onto his lap, your muddied knees straddling his own. "i love you, pretty. i'll do my best to keep you warm, too. with happiness, love, and whatever else you need. i hope you never get tired of me. because i will surely never tire of you." 

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[qupiikaaa]

Happy Birthday, Chuuya!

Literally my husband lol

[ilovedazaiosamu]

You opened your eyes, feeling a heavy weight on your chest. who no other than chuuya is it? he’s your wonderful husband. after all, he was probably tired from work! so why not let him rest?

“mama!” your son shouted, running towards you and chuuya. “yes honey, what do you need?” “i wanna hug with mama!” “what about your father? he’s sleeping. you can’t disturb him, he’s tired from working.” “awwh, can i just go between?!?? i wanna hug!” …. you couldn’t give an answer to him! you felt bad that only your husband is cuddling with you but your son isn’t.

“chuuya, baby, are you awakee?” you asked, caressing his hair, then kissing his forehead. “mhm…” “can you give some space for our baby?” “okay, fine..” your son suddenly jumped with excitement as hearing to his father’s response, snuggling in between both of you.

“papaa, mama, when can i have a little sister or brother?” chuuya smirked at his son’s question and looked at you, who was flustered by your son’s question. “honey, just wait okay? papa will make sure mama will give you a little sister or brother! what about we go shopping later, yeah?” chuuya answered your son, still smirking. “yay! can we buy ice cream too?” “baby, you can’t. you’ll get si-” “of course you can!” chuuya cuts you off, then you looked at him with a pout. “lets get ready now, we dont want to get into traffic!” chuuya says while getting up from the bed, your son follows him with a smile. you never thought you’d have a happy family, or even create one. but now you do. you smiled at your beloveds’ and got up from the bed, getting ready to start a new day.

this is my first time writing fluff😭😭