#from: jadegreenimmortality

[shadyteacup]

POV: An anime only bsd fanfic writer is desperate to write sm for her beloved handcuffed boi so she doesn’t give two shits about the manga storyline and claims bandaged furrball as her husband

It’s a short one shot btw, lmao

Dazai Osamu x fem!Reader

“He’s not a criminal, Ango.”, your low voice indicated how calmly frustrated you were.

Ango sighed, and pondered over what to tell you. He was glad that this conversation was happening over the phone and not in person, as he wouldn’t have been able to find the right reasons to give you for Dazais arrest.

Hell, he didn’t even know how you got to know about it.

“Listen, I’m trying everything in my power to help him.”

Ango crumpled a useless paper on his desk and aimed it at the dustbin at the right corner.

“Just give me some time, and I’ll sort this out.”

He wondered why you even cared so much, considering that he had only recently gotten to know that you and Dazai were a thing. But knowing his former colleague, you were probably nothing major. Dazai isn’t known for his loyalty, neither is he ever interested in long term relationships. You had probably found Angos number through Dazais phone, which he ironically leaves unattended quite frequently, in spite of being a detective himself.

“And what are you going to do during this time?”

Ango released his paper ball, but alas, it didn’t land in the bin.

“I’m going to find out which body demanded his arrest and how they got the proofs they needed. In fact, I’m on my way to the metro station as we speak.”

Ango crumpled another stray paper, and raised it over his head to set his aim.

“I’ll call you back when I have more information. How does that sound?”

Just as he was going to release the ball, you said, “Slightly to the left, and it’ll go right in.”

Ango stumbled out of his chair, immediately turning around to frantically search for anybody in the buildings outside his window.

“What?”, he decided that playing dumb would get him more time.

You laughed, shaking your head at the frantic movements of the bespectacled man.

“You won’t be able to find me, dove.”

Ango reached for his gun, which he had hidden from view under his desk.

You cut the call.

“Don’t worry, you won’t be harmed.”, you said, aiming your own gun at his back.

“But if I don’t get any names soon, I might just pull this trigger.”

Ango turned around slowly, his hands above his head, as he watched you walk out of the shadows of his office.

“Just who are you?!”

You smiled, “Y/N”

“Yes, I know your name. But how did you get in here?! And just why do you care so much about Dazai?!”

You smirked.

“If his wife didn’t care about him, who would?.”

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[alittlesimp]

Strawbebby 😌💕, soapy 🥺💕 and a lil' bit of lemon 🤭/pos (Ango)

youd kiss me PLATONICALLY? :(

*hides last nights messages in horknee-jail about kajii* WDYM WEIRD TASTE 😳

ask game

[sweetwriters]

Dear @jadegreenimmortality

hi jade! i absolutely adore you and your work :) you are such a kind person and seeing your posts on my dash always cheers me up :))

With love, anon.

[hanemiso]

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄

⤷ RANPO EDOGAWA X READER !!

SYNOPSIS; you make ranpo give you a piggyback ride home from the train station.

GENRE; fluff, drabble

A/N; i got this idea after reading the hcs @dazaiscum sent me hehe so thank you mia for the inspiration

Orange bleeds across the sky like a watercolor canvas, encompassing the lovely picturesque Yokohama in front of you. With a golden tint on the world in front of you, you sigh contentedly. Were sunsets in Yokohama always this pretty?

It is as if only now you truly understand the meaning of the term 'sun-kissed.' The warm contrasts of the somewhat desolate streets make your body feel light. The dreamscape puts you at ease, after an exhausting day of running around the city. It's almost like you're seeing the world in a different perspective, and for some reason, you feel like nothing could dampen your spirits.

“Y/NNNNN my arms are getting tireeeeed!” Ranpo whines, eyes screwed shut like a child.

You let out a small laugh at his child-like demeanor. Usually, yours and Ranpo's positions would be reversed. But today is different; today, you bribed Ranpo with the most decedent sweets to give you a piggy-back ride home.

Taking advantage of the situation, you point ahead, “Mush Ranpo! Mush!”

He groans, dragging his feet a bit and hoisting you up more so you don’t drop. He has only been at it for about ten minutes, and he's already complaining. You can't help the smile that spreads across your face; a taste of his own medicine, perhaps? Though it seems he doesn't like this flavor very much.

You rest your head on his shoulder, planting a kiss on his cheek. He pouts at your affection, slightly puffing out his reddened cheeks. You're not playing fair; ever since the train station, you weren't being fair to him. Bribing him, kissing him, teasing him; it all made Ranpo's heart hammer in his chest. He may be a genius, but figuring your heart out was no easy feat. Even though he knows it's coming, it fills his heart with warmth all the same.

"You're such a big baby," You giggle softly in his ear, "We're almost home. You can make it."

Your whispers sent chills down his spine, yet he didn't mind it one bit. Ranpo always liked being this close to you, though he much preferred being carried. Somewhere along the pavement behind you, Ranpo began caring less about the sweets waiting for him at home. Your affections were enough to make him want to keep going; from the way your breath tickled his neck, to the feeling of your kiss lingering on his skin.

That was more than enough bribery to have Ranpo carry you home.

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[pompompurin1028]

Beautiful

Summary: Dazai’s response to you calling him beautiful

Pairing: Dazai x reader

Genre: Drabble, Angst

Warnings: Some internal Dazai monologue, references to suicide

A/N: Working on some other Dazai writings but it's been a bit frustrating, so I've had this in my drafts for quite some time, so I just decided to finish it. This conversation I had with Lav (@kaus-quietis) reminded me of this wip I had haha. And if you wish for it to be even more angsty, imagine this as the alternate scenario as in For a Smile.

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Beautiful…

This singular word echoed through his head from the moment you uttered it from your lips. For a moment, Dazai felt as though all thoughts in his restless mind had been halted for a singular moment as he became overwhelmed with the unfamiliar feelings of disbelief and shock.

Beautiful? There was something inexplicably foreign about this adjective as he allowed those words to sink into his head and process through his thoughts. For how could such an extrinsic word be described and associated with someone as vile as himself, he couldn't help but wonder. 

With the amount of blood he had shed, that he was sure that it was enough to taint his hands and soul black. The scars from battles and attempts that lie beneath the layers of bandages upon his skin. The errors of his past, which he had yet to face, looming over his shoulders as if a hawk observing his every move in the back of his mind carefully, reminding himself of the perversed self he knows better than anyone lies beneath, despite his attempts to become better. And armoured with masks upon masks and threads of lies he spins oh so skillfully to present this charming charade he wished to be perceived, to hide the hollow and crackled self beneath, which he wished would never see the light of day. Sinking into the thoughts in his head, as his racing thoughts resumed, he couldn't help himself but habitually pick at his flaws, with this Dazai couldn't help but want to retort what part of him could ever be beautiful, it almost felt as if the word was mocking him. 

Though Dazai thought so, he knew these thoughts could never escape his mind, and especially not his lips. Not to you anyway. 

What would you think of him for taking such a harmless compliment as an offence? Dazai wished for nothing but to laugh bitterly at himself. He knew you meant no ill intentions with your words, not when such words were spoken absentmindedly as you focused on running your fingers through his hair, so gently and meticulously that even when your fingers came to a knot, he found you tenderly untangling it apart, showing such care to lessen the pain it may cause him.  

You were nothing but kind to him, perhaps too much so, to the point where it pains him, yet he couldn't find it in him or bare to let go. 

As Dazai continued to wallow in his thoughts, it was without a doubt that more than a few moments have passed since the two of you spoke and yet, silence continued to overtake the two of you as he seemed to be unable to wrap his head around this remote concept. Though perhaps to you, this time passed in comfortable silence, Dazai could feel something like the tug of an invisible string against his heart. 

Knowing you were still blinded to the hurt that struck his heart at your words, Dazai held tight to his well-practised pretence forcing a broad smile to his face. Reaching up to cup your face against his palm, he softened slightly as you melted against his touch despite the pains that resonated within him. 

"Aren't you being the flirt now, my love?" He willed his usual teasing voice to this statement. "We both know that you are the lovelier one among the two of us." 

Perhaps even that was an understatement, he knew he couldn't hold a candle to you.

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[sirenascales]

-> Househusband Chuuya Trying To Knock Up His Wife 18+

note: lmfao so @jadegreenimmortality wrote her Househusband Chuuya headcanons and it kinda inspired this foolishness. enjoy chuuya with a breeding kink i guess. Also, I am so sorry LMAO

warnings: smut, nsfw, breeding kink, yeah lmao

househusband chuuya: ex-mafia, wine drinker and keeper of the home he shares with you, his pretty wife ❤

it admittingly was a lot for him to adjust to

but he didn't regret it for a bit

he enjoys the life he had with you

quite enjoys the simple things; chores, baking goods, watching the neighborhood kids as they seemed to always gravitate towards his front yard

didn't take long for him to start adding snacks and juices into the grocery cart as he went food shopping

for they were for the kids

while we're on the topic of kids, during his last little wine party he held with the other housewives of the neighborhood

the conversation turned to the children

more specifically, why you and chuuya didn't have any yet

"you are the only couple without kids! you have plenty of opportunity!"

"i dont even want to know what your sex life must be like right now, or I'll get jealous!"

chuuya is a flustered, blushing mess "that is none of your business!"

stupid... old hags!

still, their words of course couldn't leave his mind

and he wondered... what would it be like to start a family with you?

... to see you round with his child in your belly

hm...

he had come home one day to find you holding the neighbor's new baby, cooing and rocking the chub in your arms with much care and delicacy

the gaze in your eyes, the serene smile on your face.... such a maternal light casted on you

chuuya felt something snap in him

and once it was only you and your husband home...

🤭

The thuds of the headboard against the wall were loud, though no louder than your gasps for air, and the slap! slap! slap! of skin against skin. Heavy breathing, deep groans and loud curses left from behind Chuuya's lips as he fucked the shit outta you, his hard cock plunging deep inside of you with each thrust your husband made against you.

"Ch-Chuuya!" you gasped out, drool dripping down across your cheeks and chin, along with your tears. "Fuck, please..." You could only moan and whine, holding tightly onto his arms while he clenched the bedsheets tightly in his hands.

Chuuya never disappointed in bed, but this level of... intensity with him was something completely new, but not unwelcomed. Your legs were pushed back and over his shoulders, pinning you down with the perfect mating press.

"Gonna... get you pregnant..." Chuuya managed to gasp out through his own pleasure, the feeling of your hot, tight walls around him making him crazy. But he kept himself in check, long since breaking out into a sweat as he continued to rail you. "Gonna fuck a baby into you."

"Fuck!" was really all you could say, a deep shiver of arousal going down your spine, making you clench hard around him. Chuuya cursed, gritting his teeth.

"Gonna fill you up so fucking full," he moaned deeply, drool dripping down his own chin. "Fuuuuck, you take me so well... fucking love you..."

"... l-love you too..." you managed to say before Chuuya dipped his head down to you sloppily, all tongue and spit. "Please... fill me up..."

It didn't take much else for you to cum, soon followed by Chuuya cumming deep inside of you. He tried not to let any leak out, but no worries... he plans to get you pregnant, so what's a few more rounds to ensure it?

🤭

[sonder-paradise]

◊ My submission for the More Than Two Hearts Collab hosted by @paradise-creator <3 I wanted to do a Royal AU since it’s been eating at me for so long-

◊ Genre: Royal AU, Fluff, Poly Relationship

◊ Word Count: 527

◊ Pairing: Prince!Osamu Dazai x Royal!GN!Reader x Knight!Chuuya Nakahara

“This is a terrible idea.”

“Oh stop you’re grumbling, Chuuya, it’ll be fun!”

“Shush! If the two of you don’t stop talking, we’ll get caught.”

The two men looming behind you shut their mouths, shooting the other a bothersome look. You glanced back at them warningly before looking back at the task at hand.

“When did this lock get so annoying to pick??” You grumbled, toying with the rusty lock on the gate. The red-haired knight behind you let out a sigh before raising his leg. In a singular thrust, the metal gate swung up, leaving Dazai and you staring at it in mute surprise.

“Come on, hurry up. I thought we weren’t supposed to get caught?” Chuuya quipped, smirking back charmingly at the both of you.

The princely figure at your side exchanged a fervid glance with you. A heavily blush on both of your features. You were both aware that Chuuya seemed to have the muscles to break down a metal gate, but to see it happen in real time was almost heart-stopping. In a good way of course.

Reaching the clearing, your eyes travelled through the brilliantly laid out festival. Colorful lanterns decorated the awnings of brilliant stalls and live music danced in the sweet night air.

Children rushed past the three of you, laughing and giggling in harmony as they rushed towards the various activities and games available for the town. A cheery, light-hearted atmosphere settled gently in the center of the square as people danced arm in arm with sparkling smiles on their lips.

“Where to first?” Dazai perked up, eyes glittering at the sight of crab dishes being served a while away.

“Remember, we’re supposed to be getting back to the palace before midnight. So no—“

Chuuya stopped, glaring at no one in particular when he realized you and Dazai had floundered off to fulfill the desire to eat all the fascinating foods around you.

“Royals…” he grumbled, following begrudgingly.

Though he softened when he spotted the sincere smiles both of you carried.

The night faded on and on with the gallivanting music. A merry chime filled with wind instruments and charming acoustics that had the three of you dancing in the center of the square.

Hands roaming each others’ as you switched from Dazai to Chuuya, back to Dazai then Chuuya. Laughter and rounds of clapping in time with the rhythm of the music bounced off the square. You took a moment to rest, panting softly as you clapped along with the crowd, your prince bowed towards your knight.

Though Chuuya rolled his eyes at his other lover’s playful aura, he gladly took the man’s hand before getting pulled into a whirlwind of song and dance. And as the song beautifully crescendoed into it’s finale, they glanced back at you with loving in their eyes.

Offering a hand out to you, you beamed gratefully at your crown and sword. It was such a beauty to dance the festival night away in a whimsical dreamy realm.

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[greenshirtimagines]

Sigma x Reader - A Different Spelling of Love

A/n: Haaaahh it's just a drabble but hey I had time for something :D

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“Who thought of your name, your mother or your father?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

Looking down from your book in surprise, your gaze locked with your lover’s, gray eyes staring up at you from your lap. The second your eyes met however, he looked away awkwardly, a light blush timidly dusting his cheeks.

“It’s just that your name is very beautiful,” he murmured. “I was a bit curious as to who came up with it.

“Oh….” Smiling softly, you set your book down, grabbing his hand absentmindedly as your thoughts began to wander, trying to recall why you’d been given the name you had. “Well, I can’t really remember if my parents ever told me the story behind my naming, but either way, I don’t think it’s that special. I’m sure you’ve met plenty of people with prettier names than me, but thanks!” you chuckled, reaching once again for your book.

Sigma stayed silent, quietly disagreeing with your statement. Being the owner of a casino, he’d met plenty of people with elegant, rare names, probably picked to inspire only the best of impressions.

But your name was beautiful because it belonged to you.

Even the most beloved actor or a thousand people could have the same name as you, and yet they could never make it as magical as when that cherished sound came accompanied by your image in his mind. Only thinking of you could it be like a life-saving drop of water in the desert.

It was almost like a plea falling from his lips, a wish to stay forever at your side, and a promise to never utter another’s name for as long as he lived.

(Y/n).

(Y/n).

(Y/n), his love.

There was no word in any language or any time that could compare to the symbol passed down to you, all except for one.

The notion of love.

Because for Sigma, all the love he had to give was found in your name.

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I don't know if this counts as a comfort request, can you do a Chuuya and Dazai comfort request of them comforting/saving the reader from a abusive parent?

Yes, this is, of course, a comfort request, if it helps you feel better, than it counts. I’m sorry if this doesn't live up to expectations though, abuse is one of the few things I struggle with writing for personal reasons (don’t worry, it’s nothing physical, just a lot of mental strain loves), so it won’t be detailed or thoroughly explained, more hinted/briefly mentioned. Since the request was vague, I was unsure what kind you needed, so I went with what I’m more comfortable writing. With that out of the way, here are 2 small drabbles.

Saved from an abusive household (comfort fic) |Dazai, Chuuya x Reader|

Warning: Emotional and (maybe some hints to physical) abuse

Words- 1141 (combining both characters totals).

Dazai-

590 words

To say he was angry was an understatement. He never understood why his emotions were so, so uncontrolled when it came to you. He was hardly in terms that he may actually love you. With the wind blowing over your face, whipping through your hair, he couldn’t help it. Noticing every mark, the tears, everything. He noticed it despite how you acted like everything was fine. The hoarseness of your tone was too great a signal that, well, you had been crying longer than he had been standing here. Dazai wanted to know, no, he needed to know who had made you so upset. He felt, odd as it may sound, protective. He would never strike out against you or raise his voice. He’d never hurt you, not in any way. So the flinch you made when all he wanted was to cup your face, to whisper that he loved you, it hurt. He couldn’t keep his face from showing the shock. His eyes darting around for any other signs. Clearly, he’d noticed before, but you always rode it off.

Standing within the brutal rain, you watched Dazai with a clouded mind. There are… many ways that often go unnoticed to the public. While cuts are difficult to hide, the scars on the mind… are impossible to see. What is not shown on the surface is never seen. Anxiety, depression, social awkwardness, the flinch brought on by a loud noise or voice, the shaky trembles of hands when being scolded. Signs that go unnoticed, so as Dazai looked at you with eyes full of anger and pain, he waited until you flew to his chest and broke down. His hands never once left your back. His voice a mere whisper as he ran fingers and told you the best news of your life. “You can live with me. It isn’t much, but its, it’s better than going back there.” His voice held so much anger, disgust, and pain you thought he may drop you in bed, then run to kill the two who told you over and over how much they loved you, only to contradict themselves. 

He did something along the lines of that. When you were asleep in an oversized shirt and a pair of sweatpants far too long for your legs, he sipped from the agency-provided room, and well, he went straight to the place he knew you lived. It happened to be on your file in the agency. He didn’t bother knocking, but instead picked the front door lock with skilled ease, and underneath the clap of thunder and flash of white light, he slid inside. Dragging water into the room where two older adults lay. As if they didn't notice their child's absence. So pulling out his gun, he shot at a perfect angle. A direct middle between heads. He watched them scramble awake, only to see he was already gone within shadows. He played the part of a demon for you tonight. Raising their paranoia as far as he could, before appearing with a dramatic flash of lighting having calculated the right timing. He warns them if they ever tried to make themselves the victims, or if they set a pinky on your skin, he’d make their lives a living hell. After all, he was once Dazai Osamu, the demon prodigy, the youngest mafia executive. It wasn't a title he liked anymore, but he would admit returning to such a mentality for a bit would be alright, if it meant protecting you from pain.

Chuuya-

551 words

Beneath the rays of moonlight showering through a ginger held you tightly in his arms. Tonight he played the part of the big spoon, cuddling you close to keep you safe. It was always like this in storms. His arms wrapped around you, running down your arms. His lips on top of your in passionate breaks here and there. The two shared wine and laughed away the storm. Every time you jumped, he dropped to kiss your shoulders and between your neck. He kept trying to comfort you with all he could. He never felt it was enough. Especially after the ones that were within seconds of another. The louder the tremble, the more you shook, so when four or five repeated in a row he worried. Sure, it was normal to be scared of storms, but you were scared of the noise in general. It was an issue he had hated because, well, we all know Chuuya likes to yell a lot. He never realized till he was actually angry with a coworker, the flinch you make is an expectation, like your bracing for something. That’s how he found out. The next morning, how you claimed to be too sick to go home. The way you wanted to stay with him on your week off. How you'd rather just keep working.

“I’ll kill them.” It wasn’t anger directed at you, and he kept his tone soft, despite how difficult it was. Behind his clenched teeth, dagger-like glare, and the snarl, he was positive he’d frightened you accidentally. “Let me kill ‘em.” He grumbled, shoving his gloves into pockets as he tried to reel in his temper. He doesn't give two shits if they are your parents. So telling him no is frustrating. Clearly, if they did this, if they could be cruel enough to make their child afraid, then they didn’t deserve somebody so forgiving and kind like you.

He let you stay the day with him. There was no way he’d make you go home. Not when he’d seen how terrified you were when he tried pushing you out the door. He’d cuddled and spoiled you rotten with gifts all day. And when you finally crashed, his lips tapped your forehead, and he was gone. Searching through records till he found the address. He was straight to the point, breaking a window with a nice kick. His feet heavy with gravity as he grabbed the collars of those two blind bastards. Yes, he knew he could make it worse. However, that would only happen if they were not afraid of him. An overprotective guard dog. Trust me, this is one loyal bastard you never want to cross. He couldn’t kill them, but he could hurt them. He could yell at the top of his lungs and shout in their ears. Send them in walls, maybe break a finger, or two. On his way out, when the couple stood shaking with fear, his head tilted back just enough to see the scene he’d made. “Hurt them again, and I won’t listen. You’re really lucky, my baby has a golden heart that forgives so easily." He half-expected them to call the cops, but he guessed that meant angering the mafia more. What could he say, he was a pretty well-known man.

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[shadyteacup]

I swear the best story ideas come to me when I’m in class-

[Chuuya x reader]

Chuuya gulped down the rest of his wine, desperate to blend all his thoughts into a meaningless mush. He hated that no matter how much he drank, all he could think of was your voice, and your piercing gaze. The way you discarded him so easily, and all he could do was fall to his knees and beg you to stay, it all haunted him. He loved you, that’s a known fact to both of you. But he had always thought that you reciprocated. Maybe Chuuya didn’t deserve people in his life. Everybody he meets, walks away from him.

Was he cursed? Or is it because he isn’t human?

Chuuya always questioned his humanity, and often beat himself up over it. But when the intrusive thoughts got to his head, you’d be there to rubbish them. You would always stay by his side, for hours, calming his racing heart and wiping his tears, softly kissing his face and repeatedly reassuring him that he was, in fact, human.

“Chuuya, look at me.”

Your soft voice pushed through his dark thoughts, and Chuuya hesitantly looked up to meet your worried gaze.

“Do you love me?”

Your question made him blink, confused. Yes, he did love you. But you knew that. He loved you enough to show you this vulnerable side of his. He knitted his eyebrows and looked away, too vulnerable and scared to maintain eye contact.

“Chu. Look at me and tell me, do you love me?”

The Ginger nodded, and whispered a meek yes.

“Then you’re human.”

Chuuya shook his head, denying his own humanity.

“To feel emotions is to be human. To love, is human. You love me, Chuuya, and that proves that you have a heart, a heart that beats for you, for me, and works tirelessly to keep you alive. I can bet all my possessions on this, on the fact that if anybody is human, it’s you. Because,”, you tilted his chin to look him in his gorgeous ocean eyes.

“Because you, Chuuya Nakahara, are the most humane person I have ever met.”

Chuuyas heart twisted at the soft memory, one that he held so close to his heart.

He couldn’t believe that the same person that held him so carefully on his down days, is the one who left him.

He couldn’t tolerate the pain any longer. All he wanted to do was not feel. He finally understood that idiot Dazai’s wish to die.

But every time he thought of killing himself, he remembered the version of you that would look so shattered and broken every time he came home with new injuries. He remembered the tiny sniffles you would try to hide as you bandaged him up, not wanting to show that you’re crying for him.

He promised himself that he’d stay alive because that version of you would be devastated if he died.

How ironic, he thought, that the person who once cared the most about him, is the one who is making him want to die.

You always knew this was going to happen. It was your fault for falling in love with the mafia executive. You job required you to spy on one of the executive members of the Port Mafia, and to make him fall in love with you to make your job easier. But you didn’t truly understand the concept of love, having never experienced it yourself before meeting Chuuya. And now, as you watched him drink his salary away in the club, you wished you could hold his hand and guide him home. But alas, you couldn’t leave the table you were occupying, as your job didn’t allow you to have any contact with the man you now loved. So you shrank back into the shadows of the corner table, and felt your heart break as Chuuya shouted a slurred, “Another!”, at the bartender.

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[alittlesimp]

Mmm, Kunikida, Higuchi and Fitzgerald (is this random? Yes 😂)

EASY

husband fitz, this man has MONEY and im sugar baby material

one night stand higuchi because ahh... she sexc 😳

and best friends w kunikida because 1) i couldnt do anything romantixally w him because req would murder me (joking joking) and 2) id annoy the shit out of him which would be okay-ish on a friendship level

send in characters (or mutuals...? 👀) for husband/(wife), one night stand, best friends

[requiem626k]

Ideal Companion

Husband!Pilot!Kunikida x Copilot!GN!Reader

you can’t take your eyes off his figure under the sunset.

warnings: none <3

genre: fluff, slice of life

word count: ~450

a/n: this is my submission for the aero!au collab of which @pompompurin1028 , @alittlesimp and me are the owners! due to my personal life currently being extremely busy and kind of overwhelming, i had to content myself with a small drabble, but i hope you enjoy reading it nonetheless <3.

“Where are we flying today, my charming pilot?”

Your eyes were enchantingly glimmering as you grasped his sleeve and leaned your body against his, playfully entangling his uniform’s tie around your finger and caressing the snow white suit. “So handsome, as always.”

He gently grabbed you by your waist and planted a tender kiss on your cheek. “I don’t know. You choose, angel. We’re literally the ones in charge.” he teased with a slight grin, his warm breath dancing on your delicate skin, making you chuckle and shiver at the same time.

The jolly seance of affection didn’t last long, as footsteps were heard and a familiar voice called for the blond pilot. Kunikida quickly pulled himself back, coughing a few times to hide the flustered state he was in, straightening his tie and nervously running his hands through his hair. He had never been one for public displays of such gestures, you knew it, and the giggle that fell out of your lips seemed to comfort him.

The next time you saw him was just a few hours before the flight. He was standing alone in front of the plane, the pink and orangish beams stemming from the beautiful sunset were interweaving with the dirty blond strands of his long and silky hair, creating such an admirable sight for sore eyes. His facial expression was serious as always, his eyebrows meeting with a deep frown, his glasses shining with his sharp but thoughtful gaze behind them. The edges of his lips were curved in a professional manner, his right hand supporting his chin and the other in his pocket, most probably caressing the emerald notebook that he always kept close to him.

You couldn’t help it, you wanted to avert your eyes yet your sight couldn’t move even an inch from the man that enfolded the depths of your heart, all your being. You didn’t know how he did it, but there he was, totally wrapping you around his finger and taking your breath away without even trying.

When he turned around and your eyes met, his hazel glance gave you goosebumps. You blinked softly with a gentle nod, embarrassed that he caught you staring, to which he responded by lightly tapping on his hat and elegantly saluting you from afar, with his wedding ring shining under the sunlight.

As you lightly touched yours in return, a sweet sensation of longing and love replenished your insides and you found yourself not being able to wait for the journey to start, especially when you had such a refined gentleman as your companion by your side.

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[missrown]

Oda x Reader

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

-In which, you want to see Oda again but you can't.

A/N: am i sorry? No, will i write more angst? Yes.

[Navigation]

You would say, Oda Sakunoske is the love of your life.

Eyes hazy with tears, you didn't know what to do. Curling up, everything flashed up before your eyes. The memories both you and him, together experienced.

You remembered them all, even the smallest of them. Your vision blocked from the tears. What were you supposed to do now? You remembered, the little things he did which made your heart flutter.

You remembered, how he wiped your tears away, whenever you were having a bad day. Well, you are having a bad day and he is not here for you now. How much you wanted to see him again, you could never.

You remembered, how warm were his eyes. They always felt comforting. Like a home. Like, in a bad rainy day, with a cup of hot beverage, wrapped up in a blanket and soft music playing in the background. Now it doesn't feel like it.

He took all of your worries away, be it accidentally or consciously. And yet, you never could do the same.

He was never going to come back, no matter how much you would cry for him.

You never knew what you were supposed to do at a time like this. But still in the end, at least your memories would stay alive.

You would say, Oda Sakunoske was the love of your life.

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[pompompurin1028]

Leaves

Summary: Usually when Dazai finds himself sinking into the depths of his thoughts once again, he opts to putting on his clown mask. But this time, Dazai finds himself being emotionally vulnerable in front of you... for the first time, from Dazai’s POV.

A/N: This is just a little something I wrote on the plane, I hope it’s good :’) And this is inspired by a few quotes from Dazai-sensei and also a scenario @jadegreenimmortality​ wrote for me before 🤭

Pairing: Dazai x reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

My Masterlist

An aching feeling of nothingness…

Utterly numbed to the core with an almost painstakingly overwhelming feeling of everything and nothing simultaneously. It is almost as if a void had overtaken and swept away all emotions in a whirlwind of a storm, scattering all sensations known to man in a field of wheat, as they sink into its crevices and are set amiss for one to wander and find them once again, like needles in a haystack… In a field of nothing and everything.

Lost, that is perhaps the closest word to being able to describe this inexpressible sensation. This deep and innate sensation and knowledge that you are supposed to feel something deeply, yet only to find an almost hollow feeling of emptiness in its stead instead. To many, this feeling perhaps may signal nothing but a tragedy; but to someone such as myself this state of being has long become an old friend, and feels almost strangely comforting…

Maybe it is the sensation one would feel when one reaches the sheer depths of despair, or those that have reached beyond that point, I mused to myself. Yet, at the thought of this I could do nothing but allow myself to feel the achingly familiar twitch of the muscles near my mouth move in the act of a probably crooked smile. And for what felt like a minute, it was as if I could see myself through other’s eyes smile almost hauntingly normally as my chest continues to feel like it was clenching painfully in on itself, like a clown preforming on a stage with no audience.

And it is at times such as these, of which I find myself buried in these dark thoughts that I am once again drawn to the sentiments of existentialism as I question my reason for being. And there were times of which I wondered myself if I were good enough for such a thing as living, after all the blood I have shed and crimes I have committed. Or if there were something wrong with me for being unable to find such a will or simple reason when it seems to come almost naturally to others to the point where they do not even have the need to question such a thing.

At this thought, I felt the familiar sensation of your breath against my neck as you inched closer to me in the embrace we were in. Remembering this, I could only smile gently at your small ministrations that allowed my heart for a second to feel like a feather in stark contrast to the heavy feelings of earlier. And in this sudden state of hopelessness and aimlessness I found myself in, I allowed myself, even for a second to indulge in your warmth. Clinging to your form, I buried myself closer into your hair, breathing in the comforting smell of your shampoo to ground myself in reality… in a place of warmth, with you -- away from my thoughts.

Yet even with you and your soothing presence, I found it impossible to shut out all thoughts, no matter how hard I try. And I find myself wondering woefully if I should even be worthy of all the love and care you have given me, have the privilege of experiencing first-hand your gentle nature and kindness? Or perhaps whether or not I am worthy or your tender love… or should even have the claim of being at your side, and being able to call you mine?

Feeling you draw back slightly from the comfortable position we shared, there was, there was a momentary drop of disappointment in my heart. But not more than that, for I knew I was not worthy of such warmth in the first place, and I knew I could never be mad at you if you were to slowly draw away from me… But, instead, to be able to meet your eyes to see you looking at mine so endearingly and affectionately, I felt as if I could melt into a puddle under your gaze.

“Dazai,” I could feel your hand reaching up to cup my cheek softly. “I wish I could see you smile like that more often.” At your unexpected words, I could feel the warmth rush up to my cheeks for a mere second at your subtle hint of concern for my wellbeing. Per usual, your frankness was something that has always caught me off guard, that continued to display your gentleness which I lack, for your ability to face others without the need for pretence, which I cannot…

“But my love,” the whirlwind within my being spilling almost instantly at your gentle words as I finally found it in myself to speak. Perhaps this time, the winds have finally gotten ahold of me before my mind could put a stop to it. Or perhaps it was simply your doing, and the feelings of warmth your presence brings me is getting to my head. “What of such a tree? Whose leaves are green until they fall. As their undersides slowly wither away and are eaten by insects, but shyly hides this with their green coat they wear in front until they fall… Do you think they deserve to wear the smile of which you described?” After fooling the world with a false mask, hiding their true rotten nature beneath, do such horrid beings, horrid beings such as myself deserve your so-called happiness? And with that, I could physically feel the genuine smile that I had worn upon my face sour as I found myself once again sinking into my thoughts.

“Wouldn’t you think those leaves are most deserving of such, Dazai?” Your answer only served to surprise me once again. “Always putting on a smile even as they are suffering underneath, and dealing with it alone so as to not worry its onlookers, is there a gentler leaf than that? And having experienced such a lonely existence of underlying pain, why shouldn’t they be deserving of displaying such a smile?” Meeting your gaze, I could physically feel the pain they hold as they met mine at such a question which I could only respond with a bittersweet smile.

“I wish I could be able to help them to smile…” I could hear you softly mumble. And at this, for tonight, the nerves and thoughts that had settled within me untangled at your sweet sincerity and love for myself as I feel as if I am slowly being reduced to honey.

“Trust me, you already have, my love,” I reached up to cover the hand you placed on my cheek and plant a soft kiss in your hair, hoping that you understood just how thankful I am to you.

Drawing you even closer to myself in the desire to express how much I treasure you being by my side, for being a light in my darkness. In this tender state, with the gentle touches of hand against my skin, so soft and delicate, yet undeniably intimate, as you trace shapes with the tips of your fingers on my arm, has me feel as if I were melting into a sensation of blissful serenity that almost drowns out the feelings of emptiness I had been trapped in previously. Bringing me to a peaceful state which I could not even recognize being in before, I couldn’t stop myself from spilling just a little bit more of my sentiments.

“I love you so much, Y/N, thank you..”

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[infjsnightmare]

How You Met: Port Mafia Style

Before I start, thank you @jadegreenimmortality for sharing and liking my first one! It gave me the confidence to actually write this one! 💕 This is similar to the How You Met: ADA Style, except this one has spoilers via Gin's and a TW for human trafficking and blood via Aku's, so not as fluffy as before either. Those are the first two under the read more, so if you don't want to see spoilers or read about above mentioned TW, then please skip them. Characters like Ace, Oda, and Ango will be included in a later edition of this series. With that out if the way, here you go!

Gin: You were taking a back alley home to avoid the usual foot traffic around lunch time. You saw a small-framed man walking opposite you in the darkened street, his lower face covered in bandages with a black cloak wrapped around himself. You clutched your bag tightly and moved to give more space between you as you bumped into a dumpster. Locking eyes, you bolted for the corner. After a few minutes, you felt safely alone, relaxing until you heard the quick pitter-patter of footsteps. You turned to see the most beautiful woman dressed in a gray shirt and slacks, face red as if she'd been hurrying, her long hair messy and framing her face. In her hand you saw your wallet.

"I saw you running from someone back there and I think you dropped this."

Ryunosuke: The ocean breeze felt nice against your skin as you sat up against the warehouse by the docks. You were in the middle of unwrapping your lunch when you felt multiple hands grab at you, yanking out your earphones. A hand covered your mouth as you heard foreign words being exchanged among the traffickers. Tears filled your eyes wetting your face until you felt warm liquid covering your arms. The traffickers lay dead before you as a man whose face you'd seen many times on wanted posters walked rigidly towards you, his black trench coat fanning outwards in the wind.

"They were conducting business on Port Mafia grounds. Speak nothing of what you've seen here, understood?"

Chuuya: Sighing, you pushed open the door to dimly lit nightclub while the sound of jazz filled your ears. You were tired from work and needed a drink to help unwind. You skimmed the bar and sat yourself on a barstool next to a short red-head who was lazily swirling red wine in his glass. You stared at the menu bewildered by all the options while the bartender eyed you expectantly. Your brows furrowed, unsure of what to order until the man next you straightened up in his seat looking at you with piercing blue eyes.

"They'll have a glass of 2009 Vega Sicilia Unico. Put it on my tab."

Hirotsu: You were silently admiring the many different pieces at the latest art exhibit to come to town. The well lit gallery looked like perfection in your eyes. The droves of people coming and going couldn't even detract from its beauty. You came across a lonely corner of the exhibit and sat on a bench to observe the painting before you. The darker colors had muddled into the lighter pastels as if to taint them. You pondered various interpretations of the piece as an older gentleman took a seat next to you, eyes appraising the painting.

"As with all things in this world, light becomes tainted with darkness. You must have a keen eye to enjoy a piece like this."

Tachihara: The sun was shining, there was a light breeze and the trees provided just enough shade. It was the perfect atmosphere for your afternoon jog. You laced up your shoes and were off on your merry way. As you were jogging you noticed a young man with ruddy red hair run ahead of you. Trying to remain inconspicuous, you upped your pace to pull ahead of him. That was until he easily began running faster. After a few minutes of back and forth you had both broken into a full on sprint until you reached the end of the trail you were on, with him reaching the end just before you. You wiped your brow and looked up seeing the cheesiest grin.

"Best two out of three?"

Mori: You were honestly too old to be running around in the park and climbing on the playground equipment, but it was a quiet time where there were no children around. This was probably the only chance you were going to get to relive your youth. You felt the familiar rush of excitement as you climbed up the large set and jumped, grasping for the handle of a monkey bar. Only you didn't grasp it. You fell to the ground, bracing the full weight of your body on one forearm, hearing a loud "pop". Your shoulder was in excruciating pain and you could feel the heat building as it began to swell. You felt a gentle hand firmly holding your body still as a man with long dark hair and tired eyes examined you. He placed his other hand towards your injured shoulder, looking you in the eyes.

"Don't worry, I'm a doctor. But, this is going to hurt."

Higuchi: Your friend had been helping to push you along the trails, since the uneven ground was sometimes difficult to navigate alone in your wheelchair. But, lunch had finally caught up with your friend and they needed to make an emergency pit stop to the restroom. They engaged the brakes because of the incline and headed off to do their business. You were enjoying the chirping of the birds and the Ray's of sunlight streaming between the trees. Until your brakes broke. You felt your stomach sink as you rolled backwards, unable to see where you were going. You were about to use your hands to stop yourself when the chair stopped and began moving forward. You looked up to see a soft-featured blonde woman with her brows knit with worry.

"Are you alright? That could have been a nasty spill."

Kouyou: When you found the clearing in the forest, it felt like heaven. Your own personal sanctuary. You'd been coming here to practice guitar for a while now. Softly, you began adding in vocals as the breeze carried your voice away. The music entered your eardrums and you slowly lost yourself in it. So much so, that you didn't even notice the light and swift footsteps that began dancing as you played. That is until a flash of pink blurred your vision. You stopped playing to see an angelic woman twirling about and glancing at you with her cherry eyes. Her giggle twinkled like chimes.

"Please, do go on. It sounded lovely."

Kajii: The stars in the sky were absolutely gorgeous tonight. Winding down with a beer after the festival, you sat down on the soft grass at the bank of the river. You had hoped to see more of the fireworks, but it was so crowded, you could barely have seen in a foot in front of you. You then spotted bright, colorful lights not far off down the river from where you sat. Your curiosity got the better of you as you wandered down to where you saw a man with goggles and a lab coat furiously arranging various powders. He lit the first one, creating a small firework. The sound of your shoes kicking up some pebbles in the ground caught his attention. He grinned maniacally as he met eyes with you.

"You're going to want to stand back. This next one should be huge."

[sonder-paradise]

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫!!

it’s been such an amazing year with everyone and i’m so glad to have been part of this community. everyone’s been so kind and supportive and i can’t wait to continue the next year with you all!!

to my mutuals, i’m so happy to have met you all. you’re all so amazingly creative and talented. i’m so honored to have met you all and been able to laugh and interact with you. i treasure you all beyond words. there was a time before tumblr where i suffered from unbearable loneliness. you have all been here and supported me and i can’t thank you enough.

even if we haven’t interacted much or at all, i’m glad to have followed you and hopefully we can get to know each other more in the new year :)

for my followers, i’m so grateful for all of you. you’ve been so supportive and caring towards me and i’m glad you’ve put up with my shenanigans for this long. i love each and everyone of you and i’m so excited whenever someone new joins my cult <3

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!! I wish you all the best in 2022 🥳❤️

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