#i hope ur still around and i hope i'm still ur morning paper

[straykats]

cant tell if i have glue or top coat on my fingers

[iid-smile]

maybe us being extremely stressed with work / overload of responsibilities and husband!nanami seeing us break down and comforting us? 🤍 + love ur work sm i love ur writing 🌸

devotion , nanami kento

x gn!stressed!reader ! nanami is the biggest green flag, he calls you 'love' and 'darling', the reader calls him 'baby', very short kissy moment at the end (spoilers!!!!1!2)

author's note: writers block has been hitting me hard but i wanted this to be the best it could and ive been like "why is this taking so long to finish???" i scroll down the notes app from the top... this feels like SO much more than how much i would usually write 😭 never mind that, but thank you for your request and the compliment! i actually squealed of joy when i first read it!

i hope you like this and it fits well with what you envisioned 🫶

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another sleepless night. the piles of papers were all just too blank, too white, it made your brain dizzy. not the mention the screen of your laptop blaring into your eyes, even on the lowest brightness. everything was just too much. you had too much to do.

it all seemed to be stacking up, each one more complex than the next. the house would've been in complete disarray if you hadn't forced yourself to clean every morning, and the black trash bag by your feet was definitely more than full at this point, overflowing, filled to the brim with take out that you never finish. offering advice to others was a mistake, considering you couldn't listen to them yourself, and your phone was unread messages, and some whom are left on seen. who the hell lives a life like this? built on lies and hiding it from your husband... and did you even pay the bills? or was that on auto-pay?

you're constantly checking the clock, waiting for the time where six o'clock hits. your eyes are barely open, but they just manage to glance over at the ring on your finger. pretty. it only has to sit there, be a sign of devotion and loyalty, and do nothing else. would it be pathetic to say you envy it? perhaps.

oh, how desperately you want to close your eyes. to drift away, not have any weight on your shoulders. maybe on a beach...

"darling?"

you're close to gasping, but two large hands resting on your upper arms just about cuts it off. warm, and a familiar warmth too. "kento?" was the only thing you could squeeze out, your body making an effort to turn your head towards him.

"it's nearly midnight. why are you still awake?" nanami's voice is as soothing as always. you swear you nearly fell asleep right then and there.

"it's not—" you glance at the clock. five minutes to midnight. how did you miss six? "oh... why did you come home so late? i was waiting for you."

nanami doesn't say anything. your excuse was silly, really, your prominent eyebags and red eyes making a clear point.

he turns the chair around. "i don't like it when you lie, love."

"what? no, no. i just—" no matter how much you lie, nothing could hide what was welling up in your eyes. "i..." a shaky sigh leaves your lips, and you avoid his gaze.

"you can be honest with me. it's okay." one of his hands come to cup your jaw, his fingertips tickling your hair. in a soothing motion, his thumb rubs light circles on your cheek. you can't look away. "what's wrong?"

"nothing. nothing. please, it's nothing." it's growing difficult to speak. "there's nothing— nothing—"

"you're stressed."

"i'm not." the tears streaming down your face are saying otherwise. you couldn't hide, no, you didn't want to hide it anymore. "...kento..."

"i hear you." his hands drift down to yours, a firm grip around them, and he crouches further down than the level you're sitting at. through your tears, you can see nanami taking off his glasses, setting them down ok the ground. the love and concern his eyes when he looks up at you was almost too much to handle. "talk to me."

"i can cope with it, baby." you whisper, an involuntary sniffle being added on at the end. clearly, that was the wrong answer.

he sighs, and his fingers twist the ring on your left hand and he lifts it up a bit. "do you see this?"

you nod.

"this is physical proof that my mind, body and soul will always love you." he shifts a little, his gaze returning back to yours. "i remember what i said at the alter, and i always will. 'in sickness and in health', and i promised that. if i don't hold up what i promised, would i really be a good husband?"

for a while, it was silent. it was like he was waiting for an answer, but he knew he didn't need one. you felt different, like something inside of you was telling you to give in. telling you that you're safe, and in the comfort of your loved one's arms. you hadn't even realised that your arms were wrapped tight around nanami's neck, sobs you never thought would come out of your own mouth being more frequent than you'd like.

"i'm here, love." he pulls you closer by the waist, and his hold is tender. "can i carry you?"

you don't give him a verbal answer, just silently clinging onto him as he slowly lifts you off the chair. then, he makes his way towards the bed, sitting down on the edge with you curled up on his lap. "you can tell me about it when you calm down. or do you want to sleep first?"

"no... 'm just stressed, kento. i've been so worried about us, the future, other things... i just— i'm doing too much." "i need a breather or something. it's all too much."

"is there anything i can do to help?"

"i don't know. i really don't." naturally, your eyes start to close.

"get some rest."

the next time your eyes open, it's bright outside, and you're lightly tangled up in the blankets on the bed. one thing that didn't change however, is your husband's face in front of yours, his affectionate gaze remaining on you and you only. you miss this. you miss appreciating this.

nanami admires you, tugging down the comforter so your arms had a bit more freedom. "good morning, love."

"morning, baby." immediately, you eye the blond strands that somewhat disrupt his vision, there's a soft smile on your face, and your fingers run through his blond locks, feeling a bit of his undercut. "your hair isn't styled."

he hums quietly, his crossed arms on the mattress moving closer to your figure. "i'm not going into work today."

your eyes widen. "why not?"

"you're always my first priority. the last thing i'd want is you to be handling hard situations without me." his voice is just above a mutter. "i need to take care of the person i love."

"you don't have to." you whisper, pangs of conscience fizzing up in your mind.

to match your volume, he whispers back. "i want to."

so doting, it makes you feel guilty. would you feel more bad for taking his help or rejecting it? "when you're ready to wake up, i can get a bath ready and..." he takes a breath. "i'll cook you some breakfast. your favourite."

sitting up a little, you glance over at your desk. the papers were piled on the sides of the surface and significantly reduced in size, the trash bag was gone, and only a few of your favourite trinkets are presented in the middle. "my work—"

"we can talk about work after you feel better, okay?"

you turn your head towards him again and nod. slowly, you bring both of your hands up to his cheeks, focus shifting from his eyes to his lips. "can i have a kiss?"

"of course you can." and nanami smiles, his lips coming to close the distance and press against yours.

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[callme-holly]

HEY HI HELLO!! I was wondering if you havent already, do johnny or darry headcannons? BTW I LUV UR WRITING SM 🫶🏻

𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - okay, I freaking love Darry so much but I struggled so hard writing this. omg I also want to apologise bc I didn't realise how many mistakes were on my last post like I audibly gasped when I looked. anyway, hope ya'll enjoy this lmao!! asks are still open for requests - I'm done with exams for a few weeks so I can finally start working on things more!!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 644 words

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - none

He is such a gentleman, omg, I can't even

If you need something done, this man will do it for you with no hesitation. You’re important to him, and he wants to make sure you know that.

He’s probably not overly affectionate unless you two are completely alone. Once the gang had caught you both cuddling on the couch, and they had teased him for weeks afterwards.

In public, he’ll hold your hand and give you the occasional kiss, but nothing too extreme. He likes to keep your moments together private; they mean a lot to him, and he’s not just going to give the people around you the pleasure of seeing him so vulnerable.

At night, he’ll definitely hold you close while you two sleep.

He’s like a furnace, so who needs blankets when you’ve got Darry to keep you warm?

Arguments don’t happen often between the two of you, but when they do, they’re usually pretty bad. Give him a few hours to cool off, and then he’ll be holding you from behind and mumbling muffled apologies into your ear as he peppers your neck with small kisses.

Lots of massages and baths together. He works a lot, and his muscles are almost always tense, so having that time to relax and wind down with you is just what he needs.

He’s not the overly jealous type. Sure, if he thinks someone is getting a little too friendly with you, he’ll come up and try to take you away from them, but he isn’t going to stop you from interacting with someone completely just because he can’t control himself.

Date nights aren’t very common. In between work and taking care of his brothers, Darry doesn’t get much free time, but when he does, you best believe he is spending it with you, showing you how much he loves and appreciates you.

He’ll take you to dinner or for a drive in his truck just to get away from the house for a little while.

Sitting in his lap while he reads the paper!!

The gang, mainly Dallas and Two-Bit, refers to you as “mom and dad,” and it honestly drives you both insane.

“Look, I’m just sayin’, you’ve got that whole ‘nurturing, responsible, and slightly annoyed at my antics’ vibe going on.” “Well, if you keep up with those antics, you might find yourself sleeping outside for the night.” “Oh, come on, mom, you wouldn’t do that to your favourite child, would you?” “For the last time, Dallas, you are not my child. And if you were, you certainly wouldn’t be my favourite.”

Sodapop and Ponyboy love you. Like they love you. They will cling to you the second they meet you, and you’ll never be able to get rid of them.

I’m not even going to pretend he doesn’t have a picture of you in his wallet. He does, and he’s proud of it.

WEARING HIS SHIRTS!!!!

Constantly complimenting each other. Not a day will go by where he hasn’t complimented you at least ten times. He just needs you to know how perfect you are.

You stopped him from yelling at Ponyboy so much.

When you first brought it up, you definitely argued for a little while about the subject. He just wants what's best for his brother, and you telling him that he needs to lay off is probably going to spark something defensive within him.

He doesn't say ‘I love you’ very often, usually whispering it late into the night or early in the morning when you two are laying in bed and tangled with each other, but he always ensures that you know how much he cares and appreciates you.

Needless to say, Darry will not let you go away feeling unloved.

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!!

[fluentmoviequoter]

hi!! i love ur dalton fics and i was wondering if you could write one based before the red door where dalton and the reader are child hood friends and they are in high school. maybe some angst along with it 🫶🫶

Hi! Thank you so much, I'm glad you love them!! Ask for angst, and angst you shall receive! Honestly, I'm not sure how I feel about this one so I may revisit this request and try again later (the title is the only thing I'm sure I like). I hope this is along the lines of what you wanted though! :)

Warnings: angst, references some of the events of Insidious (2010). 1.0k+ words.

Beg You to Stay, Push Me Away

You wait for Dalton by his locker, one of your many traditions since starting high school. You have known Dalton for most of his life, and the time taken from you during his coma only strengthened your relationship.

“Morning, sunshine,” you call as Dalton approaches.

He smiles when he sees you, shaking his head fondly. “You’re too energetic.”

“Perhaps it is you that is not energetic enough, D-Dog.”

Dalton turns to you, his fingers freezing halfway through his combination. “What did you call me?”

“I was trying something. Didn’t work.”

Dalton shakes his head again, chuckling at your antics. He finishes what he’s doing, then gestures for you to lead the way.

“Ten bucks says our English prompt is romance-related,” Dalton proposes.

“Oh, I’ll take that deal. There’s no way it’s not something historical.” Dalton extends his hand, and you shake it once before entering the classroom.

“Nice of you to join us,” your teacher says, looking at the clock, “twelve seconds before the bell rings.”

“We aim to please,” you respond as you sit behind Dalton.

“Today you will write a page about where you plan to go to college and why,” your English teacher announces.

Dalton turns to you and shakes his head in defeat, mouthing, “Tie?”

You nod, and he smiles before turning back around. As you write, you remember the conversations you and Dalton had as a kid about being together forever, even in college. The moment you decided to sacrifice your Ivy League hopes in exchange for a life with your best friend.

“Your time is up, turn them in and start reading chapter 6 while I grade them,” your teacher says.

Dalton stands, allows you to walk by him, and follows you to the desk.

“I’ll give you two peas in a pod a pass if these papers are the same.” When you sit back down, Dalton turns to you again. The teacher doesn’t care this time; no one reads while she grades.

“Why would they be the same?”

“Because we’re going to the same school,” you answer with a laugh. Dalton still looks confused. “Remember? We’ve said for years we had to stay close.”

“I don’t remember that. Besides, I want to go to art school.”

Dozens of questions float through your mind, but your teacher interrupts the conversation.

“We’ll talk later,” Dalton whispers as he turns.

Dalton doesn’t remember some things before his coma, but this conversation has happened many times. As the class ends, you walk out before Dalton has packed his things, unsure if you want to talk to him.

“Hey, why’d you leave so fast?” Dalton asks as he sits beside you in the next class.

“I had to go to the bathroom first,” you answer, not looking up from your notebook.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m perfect.”

Dalton tries to talk to you several more times before lunch, but you tell him you’re busy or can’t hear, even raising your hand and asking to go to the nurse once. He knows you’re upset but isn’t sure if it’s because he doesn’t remember a conversation or art school.

Standing at your locker before lunch, you jump when someone leans against the locker beside yours.

“What did I do?” Dalton asks. “And don’t make up another excuse not to talk to me.”

You sigh and push a notebook into your locker with too much force.

“Nothing, Dalton, I’m just tired, I think.”

“You weren’t tired earlier. I’m sorry that I forgot our conversation about college.”

“It’s not a big deal,” you say, smiling as you close your locker.

“Then what is the problem?”

“Um, can we just talk later?”

Dalton swallows harshly and nods. “I’ll see you in history.”

“Have fun at art,” you reply.

Just as this morning, you wait for Dalton as school ends. You plan to tell him that it hurt your feelings he forgot something important to you.

“Hey.” Dalton smiles as he walks to you. “Want to see what I drew in art?”

“Sure, but in a minute? Can we talk first?”

“Of course.”

You wait until students have cleared out for some privacy before you begin talking.

“So… My feelings were hurt, and I reacted childishly, and I’m sorry.”

“I hurt your feelings?” Dalton asks quietly, stepping closer.

“You forgot about going to college together.” You shrug.

“I’m sorry. I- When did we talk about it?”

“When didn’t we, Dalton? We’ve talked about it pretty much every back-to-school season since kindergarten.”

“Oh. Um, yeah. Where did we want to go? Somewhere with an art program, I hope.” Dalton laughs at his last sentence, and you realize he doesn’t care as much as you do.

“How long have you wanted to go to art school?”

“As long as I can remember.”

You nod and pull on your fingers. “I just don’t understand how you forgot something so important.”

“Going to the same college is that important?”

“I thought so.”

“I mean, it’s the twenty-first century, we could video chat and text every day, that way we could both chase our dreams,” Dalton argues.

“And what if staying close, going to the same college, was my dream?” You ask, hoping that you don’t start crying.

“Then you can go to the same school as me. But I found an art program that’s my dream.”

You take a deep breath, now trying not to yell. “Forget it, Dalton.”

“You’ve been giving me the cold shoulder all day and now you just want me to ‘forget it’? Over a stupid college decision?”

“No! What was stupid was being so willing to throw away an Ivy League education to follow you. Do whatever you want!”

“I will! I’m going to art school, no matter the sacrifices.”

“You know what, Dalton, I hope you get into that art school. And I hope we end up on opposite sides of the world. And maybe someday you will realize that the people closest to you didn’t deserve to be pushed so far.”

You walk out, slamming the door, and Dalton’s mind flashes to a different door.

[bibs-world]

Promises | 2

Max Verstappen x fem!reader

Words: it's worth many tears, so yeah

Summary: Max finds out what's going on and all hell breaks loose...

Warnings: Ansgt (from me definitely), sadness, heartbreak, tears and mention of a heart disease

Notes: i'm sorry again, i wrote this very late like it's 4 a.m rn and i hope it breaks ur heart in a good way and raises your standards past the roof

Part 1

"Hey, Checo!" Max ran after his teammate, catching up with him as Sergio slowed down, waiting for the Dutch man. "Something's been up with Y/N, don't you think?" He asked him, removing his cap and adjusting it before putting it on again.

The Mexican's eyes widened at the man before him. He shrugged, smiling at him. "She's your girlfriend, mate. I don't know." He chuckled, continuing on his walk towards his car.

"But, you definitely know something. I know you know something, Checo. Give me anything, please." Max begged him. He's been trying to extract whatever it is from you but you'd simply shake your head at him and go on about your things, completely ignoring him.

He had a feeling that there was something with you physically. You're almost always cold now, puking has become your best companion in the morning and you get dizzy and lose your footing a lot, thankfully Max is always there now to catch you.

These were all symptoms for one thing, it made him giddy in his stomach for the mere idea in it, but he didn't wanna make up imaginary things, so the only thing to do is try to get it out of the one person who apparently knows; Sergio.

"I cant-"

"Is she pregnant?"

Sergio frowned at the man, stopping in his tracks as his face scrunche up. "What?"

Max shrugged nervously. "Jesus, Checo. She has morning sickness, gets dizzy a lot and she's cold all the time now. It's almost as if she's pregnant, mate. If she is just tell me and I'll act surprised when she tells me, I swear." He rambled, the excitement flashing in his eyes making Sergio's heart ache for the two.

"You love her a lot, no?" He placed his hand on Max's shoulder who looked bewildered at his teammate.

"A lot, man. What are you-"

"Look for her latest health check, Max. I don't know what it is, exactly, but...she's definitely not pregnant. It's something bad. I'm sorry, mate." He patted his shoulder before dropping his hand to his side.

"No, no, it's alright." The disappointment was very evident in Max's voice as he nodded at the Mexican before he turned around to gather his things so he'd leave and try to figure this whole thing out.

***

He'd won in Monza and now you were back in Monaco. Your condition seemed to worsen, but you were still alive, so it wasn't that bad. You were laying on the couch, too tired to even fetch yourself a bottle of water, but the doctor said you'd get better, so you still had hope.

Max, on the other hand, had seemingly lost his mind. He called the doctors that you'd known and went to before, and they said they hadn't seen you since the last check, which the both of you were at. All that's left to do was maybe look for some papers around the apartment that could have the solution for his torment, and that's what he'd been doing all morning.

And he found them.

He immediately sent pictures of the papers to a close friend who was a doctor and all he had to do now was wait till they replied. And what could he do while waiting?

"Schat!" He called out for you, coming out into the living room of your shared apartment and immediately finding you on the couch.

You smiled up at him as he approached you, crouching down before you. "Do you need anything?" He asked you sweetly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You nodded, shutting your eyes in bliss at the warmth of his hand on your skin. "Water." You rasped out as he caressed your skin gently

You couldn't see it, but his heart was cracking slowly at how you looked and felt. You were so cold, it made him sick, sick from worry. He wiped the corner of his eyes, holding back a sniffle before leaning forward and pecking your lips gently.

"Een hele fles water voor mijn lief." A whole bottle of water for my love. He stood up on his feet, going to your room first to grab your favourite blanket then grabbing the water for you.

But, the ding of his phone stopped him middway to you.

"Y/N." He spoke, voice so vulnerable and scared as he walked towards you again, eyes trained on his phone while he read the words his friends sent him that made him wish he didn't.

You hummed, almost half asleep and not paying much attention to the way he sounded or the way his heart completely shattered in his chest.

- I'm sorry, Max, but I believe your friend has a condition called coronary artery disease.

- It's very dangerous and deadly, so I suggest you spend more time with whoever they are.

He stood in front of you, slowly lowering his phone onto the coffee table and crouching down in front of you.

"I got you your water." His voice cracked, uncapping the bottle with your blanket thrown over his shoulder.

Your eyes opened slowly, confusion visble all over your face as you sat up slowly. "Are you crying?" You asked him, grabbing the bottle from his hand and bringing it to your lips.

He stared at you. Yes, he was obviously crying. Why would there be salty water running down his face?

"When were you going to tell me?" He asked, so soft and quiet you actually did not catch it through your still sleepy mind.

"What?" You questioned, handing him back the bottle as he capped it.

"When were you going to tell me, Y/N?" His voice raised slightly. He was more angry than upset now. How could you not tell him earlier? Were you even ever planning on telling him? Or were you just gonna keep lying till you were in your grave?

His raised tone was your wake up call, back straightening and eyes opening wide, flickering between his baby blue orbs you were so hopelessly drowning in, surrounded by the red that came with his tears.

"Tell you what?" You asked. You had your suspisions, but you still had to make sure or you'd accidentally tell him.

"Fuck!" He shouted, standing to his feet and pacing away from you, his finger pulling at his hair angrily. "You!" He pointed an accusing finger at you, the tears beyond stoppable, now.

"I trusted you! I trusted you to tell me everything and you told me everything! You did, Y/N! But-But you hid the most important fucking thing from me!" He was enraged, and you were afraid. Of what? You were yet to know.

"Max, calm down, please." Your blurry eyes followed his blurry form, hugging your knees closer to your chest, unable to grab the blanket from off the floor.

"Don't fucking tell me to calm down! This!" He walked towards the kitchen and walked back almost the same immediate second, throwing down papers on the coffee table before you. "How can I calm down after this?! Tell me!" He leaned down closer to you, finger still pointed accusingly at you. You couldn't help but shut your eyes and lean back, away from him, but there's only so much you could go.

"Open your eyes. Look at me." He demanded, finally calming down, but he was so close to you. "Fucking look at me, Y/N!" He yelled as you opened your eyes immediately, the tears flowing down freely out of both your eyes now. "You..." He trailed off, eyes looking across your face before all his anger perished, sadness and loneliness settling in again.

"Why?" He whispered, dropping to his knees in front of you, still keeping his eyes trained on yours. Neither of you could look away, now. You were both trapped.

You straightened your legs, Max holding onto them as you lowered your feet to the carpeted floor. "Why wouldn't you tell me?" He re-phrased his question, praying to the Lord that he'd get an answer this time that would burn out the fire igniting inside of him.

"I couldn't" You sobbed, shaking your head at him. "I couldn't ruin your happiness, Maxie. That'd be cruel-"

"But, what you did was still cruel, Y/N!" He protested, a raspiness in his voice that proved how desperate and hopeless he was.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, I just-I couldn't." You placed a hand over your mouth, clenching your eyes shut before you opened them again to meet his broken ones.

"Tell me there's a cure to it, at least." He begged you, his hands gripping your thighs and his head dropping onto your lap.

The sadness could almost be felt throughout the whole city, as if the whole world felt it. The two young hearts slowly tearing away from the cruelty of life and what it'd done to them. It was unsalvageable, one's hope and muse was slipping away from their hand while the other's life was being stolen away from them.

"Please, schatje. Please." He cried in your arms while you sat, unable to give him the answer that he wanted. There wasn't a cure, but you could stall the inevitable end, that was it.

"I can't lose you, not now-not at all. I need you, Y/N, you can't leave me. You promised me you'd never leave, you'd never even think about it! You're breaking your promise, baby, please." Your heart broke away by every word that slipped out of his mouth, your finger slipping into his hair and gently caressing his scalp. That was all you could do, it was pathetic, but he appreciated it, he appreciated every little thing even more now than before. He could lose you at any unpredictable moment and there was so much he wanted to do with you, to you, for you.

"Marry me. Please. Anything." It was an impulsive thing, not the right timing at all, yet he meant it. He'd always dreamed of the perfect woman for him and she was right in front of him and he won't let her go before he'd achieved his goals of making her the happiest, most precious woman that would ever walk the earth.

"Max, no." You shook your head, grabbing his face and making him look at you. "You're not thinking straight."

You were silently begging him to not do this. He'd be wasting himself away for nothing, you were useless now. He deserved better.

He shook his own head as well, fumbling into the pockets of his trousers before he got it out. "I carry it with me everywhere now, but I was too much of a pussy to ask you and I'm not wasting any more time with you, I'll make every second count. Marry me, Y/N. Please. I love you so much." He held out the silver ring for her, his other hand grabbing hers and holding it in his.

"You shouldn't do this, Max. Don't do it. I'm not worth it, I swear."

"I want this, I want you, I need you. It's only you and it will always be you. No matter what happens, it's you. All this-All this championship thing? For you. The trophies? Yours. My worth, my house, my money, my heart, mind and soul? All yours. This ring, this marriage, it'd be the least thing I could offer you. Please, accept it. If you don't want me, tell me. I'll move, give you half my money-fuck, if I could give you my heart to live I will do it without thinking, Y/N. Marry me, please."

You knew deep down you wanted this, but you still didn't want him to waste his life, however you just realized how selfish you are.

"I'll marry you, Maxie. I'll fucking marry you." You leaned down and roughly placed your lips against his. Amidst the messy, sloppy and wet kiss, he slipped the ring onto your finger before grabbing your face and hoisting himself up beside you on the couch, bringing you onto his lap and holding you impossibly close to him, never wanting to ever let you go after this moment.

[mylovescara]

I'm already in love with ur writing<3 if you don't mind could you write a make up sex with lucifer?? Like mc and lucifer had a huge fight and when mc was about to leave lucifer drag them to his room?

Hii ofc I can do that<33 and thank you for the compliment I try my best😭😭

Also sorry this took a long time to be publish the weekend has just ended so I’m super busy 🥲

I wasn’t sure what gender reader u wanted so I made mc gn🫶🏽🫶🏽

Lucifer x gn!reader

Nsfw!

Mdni!!!!

Cw: slight angst,praise kink,edging,overstimulation and also included lotssss of after care <33

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It’s 3:08am you can’t sleep normally when this happens you decide to sneak into lucifers room and sleep with him which usually helps you but instead of seeing an asleep lucifer you see lucifer awake looming over piles of paper work with dark circles around his eyes

“Lucifer why aren’t you asleep it’s late” he barely  Spares you a glance before going back to his paper work. You walk over to him and stand next to him rubbing his back

“My love it’s late you should go to bed and finish this work later” lucifer shrugs ur hand off him and shakes his head “Im afraid I can’t this paper work needs to be done for diavolo in the next 2 days knowing my brothers and the shenanigans they get up to it would be impossible to finish it” he sighs and goes back to writing on one of the many forms to fill out

“If it diavolo I’m sure he’ll understand come to bed with me and I’ll help you with them in the morning” you start patting his head in hopes of tempting him to come to bed “I’m sorry my love but I simply can’t leave this till tomorrow you go to bed it’s late I’ll join you later ok?”

“Lucifer you have dark eye patches on ur face and your writing so much your hand is shaking, please come to bed this isn’t good for you” “mc I understand your concern but I simply cannot leave this now pls stop pestering me and go sleep being up this late isn’t good for you” this time he doesn’t even look at you when he talks

“Lucifer I’m not telling you I���m asking u this isn’t good for your health pls go to bed” he glared back at you sighing “mc it is simply to late for me to be getting frustrated if you would let me be I’m sure half of this work would of been done by now” that was the last straw

How is this man getting pissed at you for being concerned for his health?!? “Lucifer why are getting moody now I’m simply concerned for your health I care about you and this is not good for you”

“Mc I have had enough pls leave my room this once as u can see I need to concentrate and I can’t do that with you bothering me” he stood up his he hit his hands on the table glaring over at you

“Lucifer how exactly am I bothering you I have done nothing but care about you!?” You said it back to him in a stern voice to try cover up they way your voice was trembling “this really isn’t good and all I’m doing is caring for you and you have the audacity to shout at me?!” You bow your head to hide the growing tears in your eyes you hated being shouted at and he knew that

“I understand what your trying to do but mc what do you not understand about how busy I am in this moment?!? Can’t you see you are clearly irritating me?!?”You flinched back when you heard that word

You were trying so hard to not let the tears spill but the hatred he had for you in this moment made it so hard “well lucifer I’m sorry” you say in stern voice finally letting ur tears fall “if I’m really annoying you that much I guess I should just let you be you clearly need time to realise that your the one in the wrong”

You wipe your eyes and turn around missing the apologetic look on lucifers face you go to walk out of lucifers room but just before you could walk past his door frame a hand grips you

“My love I’m sorry..”

You turn around tears still pouring out “I didn’t mean to shout at you I was just tired and stressed out I didn’t mean to take it out on you” to busy sniffling to respond lucifers leans in and kisses you, you can feel the love inside of the kiss and decide to kiss him back

“Why don’t I show you how sorry I am darling”

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That how you ended up here on top of him riding his cock with him praising you

“Yes, just like that fuck your so good for me”you clench around his shaft his praise going straight to your hole “you like that? You like when I praise you”to fucked out to respond your moan is more then enough to confirm this

“You feel so tight so warm for me” his praise encourages you to move your hips faster “a-ah ffuck lucifer~” lucifer gets the message and thrust his hips up to meet with yours “f-fuck darling you feel so good”

“f-faster please” you can barely got the words out having your mind gone to mush and the memory of your argument with lucifer having left your mind

“You want faster?” He pushing you down on his mattress legs around his shoulders thrusting inside you at an insane pace shoving lustful and romantic kisses all you face marking up ur neck

“look at you so pretty under me moaning on my cock” his praises are never ending while he’s thrusting inside you causing the knot in ur stomach to tighten

“L-Lucifer c-close” “you can hold it for me right? Be good for me and hold it until I say u can cum ok?” Your mind being to hazy to register what he’s saying properly your lazily nod your head

“I-I cant ugh h-hold it pleasepleaseplease” “just a little longer your being so good for me don’t ruin it”

He thrust in faster then he already was and starts to let out some of his own breathy moans

“a-ah fuck hold it a little longer for me baby I’m almost there” “I-I can’t” your try your best to hold it but the way lucifer keeps thrusting and thrusting inside your swollen hole makes it to difficult

“f-fuck lucifer I’m c-cumming ffuck aH” “o-oh fuck yea just like that keep clenching on me baby” lucifer speeds up his thrust not even caring that you came when he said not to “s’to much! I-I’m to s-sensitive!!”

“b-baby I’m c-close where do you want it?” “Inside!!Inside!! please fill me up luci!!”

“Agh ffuck your always so good for me mc letting me cum inside you like this” he slows down his thrust and bends down to kiss you

“I’m sorry my dear mc I love you so much and I’m lucky to have you caring for me” you smile at him and lean in to give him one last peck on his lips

“It’s ok lucifer I understand why you got stressed out” he smiles back at you a slight flush on his face

“Stay here mc let me run us a warm baths to clean you up I’ll speak to diavolo about the paper work tomorrow”

“After can we cuddle?”

“Always”

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I have re-read it but I am very dyslexic so pls tell me if I have spelled anything incorrectly 😭😭

[pialikesskz]

boarding: the floor plans

so um... hi folks! if you're here, you've probably been reading my skz fanfic boarding over on ao3. some of y'all have been asking to see my floor plans that i've made for the story. this is me, obliging. hope you enjoy :)

introduction and vibes

i'm planning to upload some edits to the earlier chapters within the next month or so to give a bit more of an image of what i imagine the space to look like, now that i actually have it. in the beginning, i was really just putting scotch tape over the world-building in order to get to the character interactions. for now, here's the edited version of the initial description of the school:

"In the distance, the sparse forest through which they’re driving melts smoothly into a series of rolling hills. With how early it is, the hilltops still catch a hint of morning reds and pinks from the lazy sunrise. The car rounds one last bend in the road, and Felix’ breath catches in his throat. The ground slopes gently upwards for a few hundred yards, and at the peak of that hill stands an ancient estate, cloaked in brickwork and ivy, rising up out of the landscape with impossible grace. It is majestic, and dignified, and makes his heart sink in his chest with a pain like simmering water." (Intro Pt. I)

i can't actually draw, in fact i can barely sketch, so u will just have to use ur imagination on that. but keep it in mind for overall vibes.

the school grounds

this is the worst of these sketches, and i apologise, but this is generally how i imagine the layout of the school. that big thing in the front is the mains, then the courtyard, and the three houses: yang, park, lee. the line around it is a sort of brick-wall fence, old-looking and worn. it's all surrounded by forest that gets thicker the further u venture away from the school, but light enough to allow for hyunjin to catch glimpses of the sun reflecting off the lake on a good day. here is part of the updated description:

"Changbin directs them outside by way of the back door, which leads out to a large manicured courtyard bisected by cobbled walkways; it’s structured a little like a park, complete with benches clustered around trees and small sectioned-off parts clearly set up for games. It’s about a five-minute walk through the courtyard to the dorm buildings, though that’s with the added weight of the suitcase. Felix tries his hardest to memorise where he needs to go — the school grounds certainly seem large enough to get lost in at some point." (Intro Pt. I)

the distance between the houses and the football field is way larger than it appears here; unfortunately, i only had so much paper to work with, and i wasn't gonna start again at this point. it's definitely a five to ten minute walk from the field gate - u can see it in the gap in the fence - to the football field. the path to it slopes vaguely downward. the building next to the football field is the auditorium where choir practice happens, and sometimes assemblies. (we'll get to that in the story eventually, i promise.) also there's changing rooms for when there's football matches.

the mains

this is how i imagine the layout of the main building. the cellar is on a separate page because i make bad choices in life. "T.H." stands for teacher housing. anything with diagonal lines across it is storage of some sort. the grey-shaded thing on the second floor is a bit of roof - for architectural interest, u feel? i play a lot of sims.

the dorm houses

this is how i imagine the layout of the three houses - or, at least, park house. (btw has anyone figured out why i named the houses the way i did? it made me feel really smart when i came up with it.) more on the single dorms later. the stuff in dotted lines is, like, stuff that exists on one floor but not on others - like, the ground floor has those wing things to the sides, but there's no equivalent above or below, it's just roof. hope that makes sense.

the dorm rooms

and finally, this is the layout of the dorm in my head. yes, it's pretty small, but consider this: stuck-up private schools don't care about the rights of children. for this one, i actually tried to work with some realistic measurements, but like, take it with a grain of salt, y'all, i'm an english literature major. as to who's in which room, peek at the top of the page. updated description:

"(The door) opens into a small common room populated by an assortment of worn-looking furniture: a closed wooden storage cupboard in the corner, a mostly-empty bookshelf leaning against the wall, two sofas with a wild assortment of pillows on them placed haphazardly around a chipped coffee table." (Intro Pt. I)

fin

so that's that! i've put a lot of thought into this space, and i think at this point i've got it down pretty well. of course, these are all just what i have in mind myself - if it doesn't fit with your vision of the story, that's cool! keep picturing that! we love anarchy here.

feel free to let me know your thoughts on the floor plans, the story, anything at all! i am really happy to talk to y'all, and answering tumblr asks make me way less anxious than replying to ao3 comments lol. have a lovely day, and i'll see you for the next chapter!

-pia

ps: i took the leap out of my comfort zone and put this on my personal skz tumblr, instead of one specifically created for the purpose of sharing ao3 things. that's big for me. be nice.

pps: if you know me in real life, and you want to tell me that my writing is cringy: don't! it will make me sad. so mind your business.

ppps: if anyone steals/reposts this, i will hunt them down and make them eat a ten-pack of tissue paper. do not test me.

[oscar-delancey]

for the character thing do Any of ur kins it's up to u

2, 3, 8, 14, 15 im giving u All of them

hope im not doing this wrong LMFOA

Alright bet, I'll answer it for Racer, Albert, and as a treat I'm adding Davey even though I am still debating if he's a kin. (To be specific in this, I'm gonna be talking about UK!Racer, Livesies!Albert, and a personal Modern AU!Davey)

2 - Does your character indulge often in the things they like?

Race: Oh yeah, all the time. He's a chronic gambler (much to the disdain of some of the newsies) we can't forget that! He's got hella good luck with it somehow, so he continues to do it. And, thanks to said good luck, he's able to go out and do some other things he enjoys outside of work! So yes, he does indulge himself quite often :D

Albert: Not really. He's not solid on what he even likes, it's not something he's ever really considered what it even is he likes, so he has no idea what to indulge in. His day is really just wake up -> sell papes -> eat -> sleep ; repeat. If he found something he enjoyed, though, he probably would indulge himself occasionally if he had the money!

Davey: Kinda often? He doesn't always have the time to go out and spend time with his friends, but he does when he can. Because fuck, man, who doesn't enjoy eating out at restaurants and going to movies with good friends??? He'd do it more often if he could, but work takes up a lot of time.

3 - What makes your character's skin crawl?

Race: It was the nuns that constantly came around that got on his nerves. He often tried to avoid interacting with them but they usually addressed him in the mornings when the younger newsies rushed to get their breakfast. They usually pestered him about his clothes ("Oh you look so lovely today! Where'd you get the new vest!", "What a lovely look on you!" etc etc) and it always came across as passive aggressive. Whether they meant it or not, it always just felt like they were poking at him for having the money to dress well but not get away from selling papers.

Albert: People snoring. He absolutely fucking DESPISES hearing people snore and loses a bit of his life during the winter in the lodging house, because he can't sleep outside to avoid it.

Davey: The complete ignorance of his parents. His mother forcing him and Jack to take over the care of his younger brother mildly ticked him off. He loves his brother! But the fact his parents just gave up on Les... He had a rocky relationship with his parents since he left for college.

8 - Is there something your character deeply regrets from their past?

Race: Running away from home, and then running away from Brooklyn. He often wonders how his parents are doing but he never had the will to go back and see them again. (He's terrified of the idea of going home and them not being there, or them not recognizing him).

Albert: Not in particular!

Davey: A lot. There's a lot he regrets he refuses to go into detail about. It's why his relationship with his parents is so rocky and why he practically hovers over Les once his brother is in his care.

14 - Who would your character never betray?

Race: Any of the newsies. Nothing in him could ever get him to turn on his friends and family. He'd go down fighting tooth and nail for them

Albert: Race and Finch.

Davey: Sarah. He could never turn his back on Sarah, not after everything she's done for him. He owes her the world.

15 - Who does your character look up to and who do they despise?

Race: He doesn't look up to anyone around him in particular. He kinda emulates Jack to a degree, but he's not Race's role model. If anything... he looks up to the memory of his mother. The way she cared for him and held him when he was sad or sick. Her warm smiles her gentle hugs... he held those memories dear and tried to bring those soft moments and comforting reminders of being cared for to the younger newsies who came to the lodge. He despises Spot. As much as he misses being in Brooklyn, he hates her. He refuses to ever tell anyone what happened, often changing the subject to something fun to distract whoever was asking.

Albert: Jack and his oldest brother. He aspires to be like both of them when it comes to leadership and confidence. He absolutely despises the Delanceys. If he could just straight up beat the everliving shit out of them he would. It is a VISCERAL hatred and he is often held back from going off by other newsies. So, instead, he just tries to explode them with his mind 99% of the time.

Davey: He doesn't really look up to anyone either, but he also isn't one to hate. He experiences quite strong emotions but not enough to feel so strongly about anyone.

[disasterofastory]

Hii! I love ur work and I was hoping you could maybe do a Tony Stark x male or gn reader. Something like the reader looking up to Tony as a father figure. (preferably if the reader could be around Peter Parker's age that would be great but if not, don't wotry about it lol)Thanks you in advance if u decide to do this request!

A/N: Thank you for your request! It's short but I hope you will like it. I enjoyed writing it.

Who is your hero? Tony Stark x gn!Reader (platonic) Warnings: none

"What are you doing?" Tony asks you when he appears under the doorway of the kitchen. The dark, worn t-shirt smells like motor oil, and his hands are smeared with black here and there. It's still early in the morning, and he has already spent most of his day in his lab, working on something. "Trying to work on my essay," you reply, putting your elbow on the table to lean against it with a tired sigh. "And how is it going?" "I didn't even start yet," you answer, staring at the blank paper in front of you. The title is clear at the top, but your mind stays empty when you think about the topic. "Oh? What is it about?" Tony hums, turning on the coffee machine before returning his gaze to your hunched form at the table. "I have to write about someone who I look up to." Yeah, the task is familiar to Tony. He had to write an essay about it, too, when he was your age. "And what's the problem?" The air is soon filled with the strong scent of caffeine, and Tony sits down in front of you, looking down at the empty paper under your hand. "I don't know who I should write about," you groan, putting down the pencil in your hand. Maybe you shouldn't stress about it so much. The inspiration will come when you don't think about it. "You don't know? You don't have role models? At least one?" What's up with Tony and his questions today? "Of course I have! I just can't choose." "Maybe I should help?" "Oh, no, I'm sure…" Tony doesn't even let you finish. "You should choose someone who is… brave? Right? Who saved the world a few times, not caring about his or her own wellbeing." You open your mouth to say something, but Tony doesn't let you. "But bravery is not enough, I guess. He or she has to be smart. Really smart. I guess, we can cross Thor's name out of the list then." "Tony!" "He should be a genius!" "There is no she anymore?" You ask him with a mocking tease in your tone. "Don't get me wrong, Nat and Wanda are smart, but…" "Don't even finish it." "So brave and genius. What else do you need? Funny? Handsome? Billionaire?" A smirk pulls on your lips as you watch the man who almost seems offended. "I understand, Tony." "Took you long enough!" "I will write about Doctor Strange," You grin, knowing his reaction already. "Get out of my house!"

[blkkizzat]

Hiii babes <33 I'm back with another long message bc i cant shut up so buckle up ig hsjsjs

Not the hand in the panties reading the Naoya fics LMAOOO bc deadass me on this blog soooo…. When i say i had 2 minutes until my morning alarm while i was reading plug!choso and i turned that shit off and went back to reading like, the all nighter was worth it!! It's the weekend so im deadass trying to re-read it again and take it in properly now that im not sleep deprived hehe

FRRRR the nicki quote like deadass im tryna be someone villain origin story LMFAO. Nahhh because it's always the cheating fics or virgin reader fics that are phD level written and i can Not read those personally lmaoooo. I got too much fire in my chart to deal with that bullshittery 😭

No bc why do i kinda love unredeemable reader??? Like yes girl be on ur thot shit AND get the man !!! It's fiction!!! Pop out!!! Istg every time i think of that scene in plug!choso where she humiliates him and its deadass 'everyones watching her but shes looking at you' Like choso is soooooo down bad and MY GOD HDJDKSK like he didnt care what anyone thought he just wanted a lil luvin from herrrr, istg when i read that i was instantly transported into the story and like in chosos pov and i felt everyone laughing around me and staring and pointing, in my lil emo get up while everyone else is in their polos and mini skirts and just like lookin at reader with so much yearning and expectation like bih I FELT THAT!!!! My head gets so cloudy when i think of that scene tbh like i feel like it actually happened to me!! Ngl i think its bc i was sleep deprived so i was already on some loopy shit and i was still thinking about it up until the point i took a nap so i feel like i dreamed i was in the story??? Like i went to sleep w it on my mind and then it played out like a movie 😫 plug!choso indeed bc that fic feel like a HIT

Big yes on gojo being an introverted extrovert. I feel like if he's not careful it can ruin his self esteem too where he doesn't let himself properly be happy or have the things he wants yk?? Like deadass carrying the weight of the world on his shoulder and its more self inflicted than anything. Like NO he doesnt want to swim in pussy, he wants someone to go home to who will make him sweets and give him lap pillows and play with his cheeks and remind him to wash his face before bed!!! Stg im out here tryin to beat the fuckboy gojo allegations by printing out otaku!gojo on printer paper and dropping it off door to door so everyone can read the TRUTH 😔. Im campaigning that ishh

Okay but the bonnet x anime shirt fit is such a vibe too?? That's what u wearing when toji bring home the hitman salary and is like "go get dolled up kali we goin out to eat tonight, n wear them lil black gloves i like" 😚 i can get behind the kalji (??) agenda lmfao. Tbh toji was the jjk character i seen when he first came out bc my shithead ex was a japanese otaku boy but like actually an incel jsjsjsk ANY.WHO! yeahhh i like my 2d men to be virgins bc im on the 'first, last, best pussy u ever had agenda' shrugs they dont call me cherry nonie for nothing!! But toji hot as fuck like id def smash at least once to say i did before hopping over to shiu hehe. But deadass i always do so well with the playboys and the jerks bc i got that 'angel until you give her a reason to bite' genetic. Wise as a serpent, harmless as a dove 😙 but men stay tryin me so the serpent do be takin over sometimes lmfaoooo

Nooo pls its so much fun talking to u like im sorry for clogging up ur dash and this obnoxious ass long ask lmfao!!! I'm prob gonna send another ask so you can reply to that one without my long ass paragraph on ya blog bc u the main star baby 🥰🥰🥰

Hope u enjoy ur weekend!!!! Im all tucked up in bed and bursting at the seams bc plug choso here i come!!!! Again!!!!

🍒 anonnn

🍒 my pookies! Sorry for the delay im just starting to feel like a normal person rn lol. 

Omfg tysm tho, ahhh not you losing sleep 💗😭. Im really tryna make p3 good for y’all so I really do hope y’all will like it lol. I gotta get it over to be beta read soon cause I have two endings and im not sure which one to keep lol, they aren’t different its just where im choosing to end it that is lol.

LOL omfg no fr. Like im a cancer but baybay my mars is in Aries so I don’t take no shit and definitely not from none of these men out here (especially too cause my Venus is in gemini so im already going to be bored of a man lol. Im not gonna sit around and be cheated on lolol). Also omg you into horoscopes too? I love my natal readings they are so accurate imo.

Yeah! Idk I wasn’t event trying to necessarily  make reader irredeemable but I do like making characters with flaws. Not that I don’t enjoy a good fairytale type perfect damsel reader fic (because those give the warm and fuzzies) but I also love the idea that no matter how big a bitch/meanie/etc you are that whatever person you are really supposed to be with will end up seeing past that and inspiring you to bring out the best in you. Like reader in plug choso a people pleaser and dating choso even on the dl was probably the first thing she’s done for herself that wasn’t part of a “plan” to live up to others expectations. Ahh not you dreaming about it, im so jealous (legit never dream about the stuff I write I want to so bad haha). But I’m so ecstatic that it really did connect with people. LOL I remember saying when I made this blog I wouldn’t write angst but I also think I was thinking of angst where the reader gets screwed over.  I really enjoyed putting Choso through hell (lmfao I mean he’s just so babygirl I need to be a lil mean to him, love to see those tears 😫).

LMFAO! Not you spreading the gospel of otaku!gojo. Haha but I feel you. Even as a confident adult who would come off playboy he’s still a big dork underneath that. Which reminds me I have a CEO!Gojo/guest!professor Gojo fic with MBA!Reader. He comes off as a charismatic playboy but he a dork lol. 

“N wear them lil black gloves I like” AHHH I SCREAMMMED. Im wearing the gloves and NOTHING else we aint making it out the house!!! We can just fuck on top of the money lmfao. But I love a gown. I buy all my gowns from this site called ‘miss circle’ and the more casual ones from ‘mistress rocks’. Yasss tho it’s kalji! 

LOL I do like some virgins like otaku!gojo and my lil chosito but I like that Toji a hoe cause im definitely going to be talking to him crazy as hell. “Bring me that dick big daddy slut.”

No it’s okay!! I like talking with you you’re funny haha so drop by anytime!

LOL im in bed too hungover but im feeling better so imma start on plug choso p3, send me good vibes!!! You have a good weekend too!! 💕💕

[spaceyflowerswriting]

I'm probably definitely going to regret this in the morning but can I get a breakup letter from Taehun? He is still in love with the reader but has to break up and it's kind of a mess. Like 'I don't want to do it but I need to' situation.

There isn't enough viral hit angst in this world🙂

Thanks

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a/n: no worries <33 i hope i can help with ur viral hit angst but im a fluff writer so im sorry if my writings are awkward 😭

[You receive your letter in the form of a folded piece of paper from Taehun himself, who has come to visit you. He's uncharacteristically awkward as he hugs you tightly and asks you to read and keep the letter before leaving without letting you reply. You open the paper and read...]

There's not an easy way around this.

We have to break up. I've already made my decision, and I don't want to hear you out because I don't want to risk you changing my mind. I swear this is for your own good.

You can be mad at me and all that. Just know I'm doing this because I love you and want you to be safe. I can't explain much other than that dumbass Hobin has gotten me dragged into some real bad shit and I don't want to give the people we're kicking the asses of a chance to figure out you're my lover and use that against me.

Originally I wasn't going to break up with you but do you remember when that insane guy Hobin tried to take down went after the people he cares about? I don't want that to happen to you. I can't risk anything, so a breakup is the only option. You can understand, right?

I wrote you this letter so you have something physical from me to hold on to until I do what needs to be done and can safely come back to you. I also wanted to see you one last time. I won't cut you out of my life entirely, but I can't interact with you much from now on.

I know this is a lot to ask... still, just wait for me. Don't you dare fall for anyone else in the meanwhile.

I'll miss you.

-Taehun

[saturnsstufff]

Could We Get One Where Techno Is Just Trying To Do His Work But The Voices Keep Nagging At Him To Just Mark The Reader Up And Ditch Work To Spend Time With Her? Oh And Perhaps Everyone Is Just Like "Why Is He Being So Clingy With Her Today?". I love Ur Writing Btw!!!

Thank you darlin!!! Oh my god im making this a side moment of The Empress, and none of you can stop me.

The Empress (side part)

Warnings: sexual innuendo, NSFW

   Techno is a work driven man. Once he was within his office working, very little could distract him. But you, without knowing, had a special effect on his attention span. If you were feeling particularly lonesome for his attention, you would just roam in and sit on one of the chairs. With a book in hand, you could often read the afternoon away well your lover did paper work.

   The only problem for techno was when you were in the room, his mind would very often linger away from the work before him. Being a ruler put a lot of stress down onto him. Not only that, but being young he still had a lot to learn about being a Emperor. Along with being young, he still wanted to have fun with you. Of course he would take you for little dates, dance with you in the ballroom, spar with you, have little picnics in the library- those were your favorite. He did every little thing a casual city boy would do for you. But he would also do more.

   Techno wasn't the only one who had interesting thoughts about you, the voices also would often express themselves about you. About how they wanted to hear things from you, and do things to you. Them being upfront made doing paperwork, hard.

   He would try and focus on writing a new bill, yet somehow a voice would slip through with a erotic image of you. To which he would then have to take a moment to tear his attention elsewhere. That wouldn't last long before a new request came through however. It was just a never ending battle for him.

   One day it was bad. Oh was it bad. He was up late within his office, working through his now smaller stack of papers. With the determination of a Ox he was hell bent on finishing it all.

   Of course with it being nearly one-ish in the morning, you were not feeling the love for the late-night push he had. When Techno would force himself into over drive, you would always stray in and remind him of when to take breaks.

   Like now.

   When you carefully opened the door to his office, his head was down. Reading glasses adorning his nose as he read the fine print. With the soft click of the door you eased it shut. Normally no one was allowed to walk behind hid desk as a sign of respect for him. But being his wife, you tended to get away with things.

   Wrapping yourself around his back, he let out a longing sigh. Your arms secured around him in a pleading cry, begging him to come with you. "Princess, I'm almost done..." you hummed and rubbed your hand against his chest. Silently pleading for him to join you. Well your hands rubbed about his chest, he hesitated.

   With the voices already having been in overdrive, your soft loving hand movements did not help. God, he wanted nothing more than to shove your night gown up, and kiss you until you were a gasping mess. With a soft kiss pressed to his ear his patience was growing thin. Not because of you, oh no. Your movements were out of innocence. You wanted a cuddle buddy for bed. The voices, wanted your neck and chest, black and blue from his lips. That was the problem.

   "You said that a hour ago... please..." he couldn't help but sigh. Setting his pen down as he looked up to you. God you were too cute. Gently he took your hand and tugged it. Pulling it so you fell across his lap. With your legs draping over the arm of his chair, he held you up by his shoulder. Looking down at you with loving eyes. Maybe even laced with a bit of lust.

   You gave a gentle smile and curled up against his chest. He wouldn't cuddle in public often. So you had to take what you could. Of course, he had no desire to work with you in his lap. He just wanted to feel you against him. He hoped this would ease the voices. Letting them know that you were within his arms secure.

   But of course that didn't stop them. They still craved for him to mark you, to kiss you, to let others know you were his. With a gentle hand he pushed your hair aside, freeing your neck. Your eyes lingered him, curious about his movements. His eyes didn't meet yours, instead they were focused on your neck. Assuming he wanted to kiss you, your voice was soft.

   "Do you want to kiss me?..." he glanced to your eyes and lingered a moment, nodding slowly. You gave a gentle smile. Encouraging him if he really wanted. When he saw you were ok with it, he leaned in and didn't hesitate to start prying soft noises from you. His teeth grazed over your pulse before biting down softly. Wanting to leave some form of marking over your body now that you were officially his. With gentle gasps being drawn from your lips the voices went wild.

   Ever since your first time with each other, the voices knew what they wanted more of. They wanted you, to hear you, to feel you, to see you wither like the first time again. They wanted to ruin you. Of course with the first time out of the way, you and Tech were more sexually involved. He was still trying to have you take him fully.

   With his lips to your neck, you could only lean into him with whimpers and soft moans. With your eyes fluttering shut he held you firm to his chest. The warmth engulfing your body.

   However, he did part. Drawing his attention to his desk, moving aside paperwork. You watched as he half organized quickly. Freeing space on the desk. It caught you slightly off guard as he placed you onto the now free space. Allowing you to move your legs beside his. Letting him between them.

   His hands shamelessly roamed up your thighs, kneading the soft flesh under his hand. Well your hands held to the side of his desk. Nervous someone would walk in. With gentle hands he moved your gown up a bit. Allowing the plush skin of your hip to show.

   "Darling if your going to make love to me, we should probably go back to the bedroom..." you said softly. Half wanting him in bed, and the other half not wanting to be interrupted. He only hummed as his hands roamed up your sides under the gown. Feeling how warm your body was.

   "It's my office... I can take you here if I want..." he said, his eyes glued to your body. Your cheeks did flush at this.

   "Are you sure?..." your voice was quiet but held hesitance, and excitement. Your eyes danced over his busy ones. He only hummed before answering. Playing with the hem of your underwear.

   "Becides... I only want a taste..."

[pinkrelish]

omg hi!! i saw ur obito reqs and it's my birthday soon but my family doesn't celebrate it and i don't really mind tbh, can i request a fluffy obito who would not let you do nothing on ur bday and just spoils u with gifts or takes u out but at first he didn't know it was ur bday cuz u never told him and he just found out :))

a/n: happy birthday!! hope you enjoy. 🎂

SFW: gn!reader, lots of fluff

After meeting in class and hitting it off like long time friends, you and Obito agreed to be roommates after graduating last year. Although you spend most mornings pointing fingers over who forgot to put the wet laundry in the dryer, or who left their dishes in the sink, he was your best friend. Even if he was a little oblivious at times.

"You have the day off?" Obito asked, peering at you from his bed. You opened his door wider, flooding him with light from the living room windows. He winced and turned over, twisting the sheets around him.

"Yes, now get up. It's almost noon and I'm taking us out for brunch."

"Brunch," he groaned and it was miracle you didn't throw the damp kitchen sponge at his head after cleaning his dishes that he left overnight.

♥ Eventually, you made it to the brunch spot down the street from your apartment.

♥ Obito ordered whatever his eyes landed on first while you took your time and ordered a round of mimosas.

"Can I see your ID?" The waitress perked up after you handed it to her, "Oh, happy birthday!"

You thanked her a put it away. Noticing a lapse in conversation, you put your phone down and looked at Obito, who was staring at you. Head tilted, squinting. You raised your eyebrows at him, wondering if he was finally going to thank you for washing his hoodie he was wearing, but he shook his head and avoided eye contact.

♥ You enjoyed your meal slowly, ending it with a cup of coffee, laughing with Obito as you watched people walk by on the street and side-eyed the screaming child two tables over.

♥ You went to pay for the meal and he snatched the ticket out of your hand, insisting he pay.

♥ Not like you'd argue with that.

♥ The two of you left the restaurant and were headed home, until you realized you were talking to no one for the past few seconds.

"Uh, Obito?" You spun around looking for him and sighed. Of course, your roommate was stuck salivating at the bakery's window.

You knew he wouldn't be able to walk past it without taking a peek, but he was so engrossed in the small chocolate cake on display, you were worried he'd never leave.

"You probably still have cookies at home, c'mon," you said, grabbing his sleeve above his wrist. "Besides, it's expensive."

Obito tore his gaze away from the price tag, aware that neither of you had much to spare after paying rent and bills last week. Especially after splurging on one meal today as a treat. A special occasion.

His stomach sank. You turned away from the cake, not wanting to tempt yourself with something you couldn't have, and in the reflection he caught your downcast eyes. Glancing off in the distance, dejected at what seemed liked another lackluster birthday.

"Okay," he agreed.

♥ You walked the rest of the way in silence, fingers still twisted in his sleeve.

♥ It wasn't until you were putting your key in the door's lock did he speak up,

♥ "I'll be right back!"

♥ He ran off before you could question him, messy black hair bobbing down the stairs, disappearing around the corner without another word.

♥ Bewildered, you went inside and lazed on the couch, scrolling through your phone while he was gone. Swiping through the few birthday messages you received from your friends who remembered. None from your family; knowing not to expect them like you did every year.

When he returned, he was cradling something in his arms, clutched tight to his chest and hunched over so you couldn't see it. However, it rustled like a brown paper bag when he sneaked past you to the fridge. Keeping an eye on you while he tucked it all the way in the back, behind the water pitcher. Like that would hide it.

You gave him an exasperated look. "Do you really think you can hide something from me? It's my fridge too, dummy."

He stuck his tongue out at you. "Whatever, loser. Are you doing anything today?"

"No."

"Then let's do a puzzle."

♥ Obito brought out a puzzle from the closet and dumped it on the coffee table in front of the TV.

♥ He sat next to you so it was easier to work together and gave you the edge pieces while he separated the colors.

♥ Your legs were touching under the table.

♥ Any time he bounced his foot, reached for a piece, or leaned over to see what you were working on; his knee rubbed your thigh. Causing your face to burn and mind to wander.

♥ When he spoke, you could feel the vibrations. When he laughed, it didn't seem as obnoxious. When he smiled.. the way it hiked up one side more than the other was charming instead of goofy.

♥ Hours later, long after you lost the light of day, both of you finally gave up on the puzzle. It wasn't even half-done.

♥ "Maybe we shouldn't pick ones with so many pieces," he whined. To be fair, he was playing your favorite comedy podcast while you were working on it, so it only made sense you spent more rolling on the floor in tears, slapping each other's arms, and gasping for air, instead of completing the puzzle.

♥ "Yeah, and I'm hungry."

You made it two steps towards the kitchen before he slid in sideways--thanks to his socks--and spread his arms wide, barring you from entering. And most importantly, blocking you from the fridge.

"Nope!"

"But, Obi-"

"Nope!" He cut his arms across his chest and shook his head. "I'm cooking tonight."

♥ You argued a bit more about it. Hounding him, asking him when was the last time he ate a vegetable, much less cooked one. But he impressed you. He tried.

♥ Obito moved like a gremlin, creeping, peeling open the fridge door just enough to grab the onion and peppers you bought yesterday and turned the heat on under your least-scratched skillet.

♥ He sliced the vegetables to the best of his ability. Some were thick and perfectly cooked. Some, you could only guess if it was a pepper or onion.

♥ From the other side of the breakfast bar, you directed him on which spices to add. Grinning at his back. Admiring things you swore you wouldn't. Like how easy it was to spend an entire day talking to him about anything and everything. Like how simple it was for him to turn your entire mood around for the better. Like how effortless it was to fall back into these feeling you had for him.

♥ He said the vegetables were done, and you shook yourself out of the disastrous zone your brain was headed in.

♥ The fajitas were ready, and you needed to move on from seeing him as anything more than a best friend.

♥ Shoving the puzzle to the floor, you ate at the coffee table. Competing for room for your elbows, and unfortunately, he won. Imposing himself in your space with every bite he took. Annoying you, yet not. Not when he cooked for you and sat with his body flush against yours.

"Wanna watch a movie?" he asked, taking your dirty dishes to the sink. And turning on the faucet. And adding soap on the sponge. And washing them. And drying them. And putting them away.

"Why are you acting so bizarre?"

He whipped around, pouting. Deepening the scar on his lower lip you were entranced by earlier, lingering on his features for far too long while he was distracted, concentrating on the puzzle.

"I'm not acting bizarre, I'm being nice! Sit down and put a movie on."

♥ Obito checked over his shoulder several times to ensure you were busy picking a movie before reaching into the fridge and taking out your surprise.

♥ Hearing a strange sound come from the kitchen you tried to peer over the breakfast bar but he scolded you.

♥ "Hey," he caught you attention as came into the room.

♥ It all happened so fast.

♥ He placed the cake on the table, struck three matches--burning his fingertip in the process--and stabbed them into the top. He stared at his ingeniousness for a moment. Then panicked. He held the cake up to you, begging you to make a wish and blow them out before they melted the icing.

♥ "Obito.." You blew out the "candles" and he cut you each a piece. His slice much larger. Practically half the cake.

♥ "Shh. Let's watch the movie."

The lights were off. The room was lit with the flashing lights of a car chase playing out on the screen, colors bouncing off the two white plates sitting on the coffee table. Sirens, metal crunching, and explosions replaced the heavy silence between you two during the egregious sex scene.

It didn't help that he had thrown a blanket over your laps on account for him keeping the apartment a few degrees cooler than necessary just so he could wear a hoodie.

Beneath the blanket, neither of you wanted to acknowledge how your hands happened to be placed on your thighs. How, seemingly at the same time, you both turned your palms upwards. Waiting for the other the make the first move.

Time passed. The onscreen couple kissed. The credits rolled. Your fingers ached with loneliness, palm cupped to collect nothing meaningful. Lost hopes, desires. A dream for more--one you denied yourself long ago.

Then..

Lips pressed to your temple. Gentle and kind. Warm fingers wrapped around yours, hooking them, and drawing them in snug. Purposeful and tender. Not on accident.

You locked eyes with him. Taken aback by the meaning he held in his. Surprised by the firm rise of his chest against your body; inhaling deep as his face angled down to yours.

"Happy birthday," he whispered.

[misti-chan]

hii! (love ur writing btw) could you pls write crocodile & smoker cuddling headcanons? ty, feel free to ignore if not! <3

Hi! I'm really happy you like it!! ♥ And of couse, here you go! I hope you'll like it!

❤Crocodile & Smoker x reader, cuddling headcanons ❤

At first Crocodile would be rather shy to cuddle with you, since he never really done that before and in addition to his need to look strong that makes him quite tense at the idea. He also, lives a pirate life, meaning that he generally thinks of touch as a form of aggression and not as a part of affection. This is why it is preferable to ask him or made him first aware of your intention of making physical contact or else he might become brutal if he doesn’t know it’s you. However, after sometimes and coaxing from your part he will be more open to the matter. But he would never hug or cuddle you in front of others, it is something that he deems private. Yet he might do an exception for Daz Bones, as he trusts him at some extent, still it is never something huge.

In private, he’ll cuddle you as long as you want, well, more as long as he can, considering his busy schedule. He knows that physical affection is important in a relationship, especially if you always remind him of your affectionate side, so he’ll do his best to fulfill your needs. At some point, Crocodile also likes to cuddle, as he likes this special physical contact that is so different and definitely nicer than what he is used to in this violent world.

Generally, he likes to have you on his lap when he works from home or, when he is in the privacy of his office. But he also enjoys cuddles in bed when you put your head on his chest and embrace him as you drift into sleep. It really makes him happy to know that you trust him so much that you just fall asleep so easily. When he knows that you’re into peaceful slumber, he’ll kiss the top of your head and stroke your hair until he, himself, falls asleep. Crocodile is someone who works a lot and so, he usually wakes up early, so cuddles in the morning are quite rare, but from times to times he likes to stay a little longer with you while you two appreciate the chirping of birds right outside your window.

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Like Crocodile, Smoker isn’t really the cuddly type at first, because he is busy with work, but also because he has a reputation to maintain in order to get respected by his men. Thing that is incredibly tough to do considering their personality. But when alone, you ask him, he’ll oblige, yet only after making sure that you won’t be bothered. He doesn’t want anyone to barge into his room, as their habits. He knows that Tashigi won’t, but he cannot be sure with the other men. So, he’ll generally locked the door to have some peace. Apart from that, he does like cuddling, as he enjoys having you in his arms.

A thing is, Smoker likes it when you appear behind him and take him into an embrace, while he works. It helps him relax a little, while still managing the papers. If you happen to kiss his neck or shoulders, he’ll get a flustered mess and won’t be able to concentrate. He knows that you mostly do that without any hidden meaning and more out of pure love, but he cannot help thinking you’re trying to distract him from his work. Sometimes, his urge to stop and just cuddle with you is too strong, so he’ll take little breaks, that he definitely deserves, to just spend time with you. Especially if the day had been tough and his subordinates loud.

In the evening as you two go to bed, just as Crocodile he’ll cuddle you, until you two fall asleep. He usually prefers you to be the little spoon, but if you try to persuade him, he’ll let you be the big spoon instead. However, he will blush the whole time not really used to let his guard down like that. But don’t think he will be the little spoon every day, he prefers to have you in his arms and not the other way around, as it makes him believe that he is capable of protecting you.

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[sir-sunny]

(Green) ur headcanons got me thinking about Gonta running somewhere chanting 'BUGS BUGS BUGS BUGS' while Nagito is being carried under his arm also chanting 'bugs bugs bugs bugs' but softer lol

Alright here are some thoughts/headcanons I've had about Nagito!! Ones that I haven't talked about much here at least girughrtg

-Sometimes I think about,,,the fact that it's implied that Nekomaru and Kazuichi didn't bring him any food while he was tied up?? Like I know he's a weird little rat man and kinda scary but he's still a human who's susceptible to hunger and Mahiru and Hajime seem to be the only people who realise that. Did he feel sick because of how long he went without eating?? Do you think he was used to it because he already looked like he only ate one meal a day? Also Hajime I know you're tsundere but I don't think telling Nagito to eat the food you brought in while his hands were tied behind his back was the smartest move

-I really love the fact that he's a character who doesn't express his emotions that much but somehow is always smiling. Usually in anime-esque things, the emotionless character has a very neutral expression like Kyoko did, but you don't usually get ones who's default face is a smile. It makes me wonder if that's Nagito's natural face or if he does it on purpose to hide what he's really feeling

-This one is very recent because I only saw it this morning but apparently there's an interaction between him and Kokichi in the development plan mode and literally all it is is the two of them trying to out-wit the other and I think that's so funny. Like, we know both characters are smart but we only really see Kokichi trying to out-wit people. With Nagito, you can never really tell if he's trying or if he's just being cryptic by accident unless it's Chapter 5, but with Kokichi he's all "alright fucker you think you can outsmart me well joke's on you I have over 150 IQ and a million yen all you have are a pair of clown shoes"

(IK development plan isn't canon I just think the interaction is funny lol)

-I'm being completely self indulgent here but the drawing of him on the laptop during Chapter 5,,,the one where he's smirking,,,it does something to me man, and idk what it is but good lord it's Something hfiughg

-Honestly I don't know what would be funnier; Nagito being protective over the Warriors of Hope despite all the shit they put him through or Nagito pretending to be nice to the Warriors of Hope but secretly wishing he could punt every last one of them into orbit

-Still thinking about Chisa adopting Nagito,,,her presenting him adoption papers and being all "if you don't want to go through with it, I understand. this is your decision to make" and him being so conflicted because he's wanted someone in his life who actually likes him for so long but he also realises that with that comes the risk of them being more susceptible to his bad luck and he doesn't want another person to die because of him- he just,,,leans against Chisa and drops the paper unsure of what to do and tbh the one thing about this that makes me obsessed is Chisa choosing to do this because she knows the risks of being Nagito's mother and doesn't care because she wants to protect him that much

-Lowkey obsessed with the fact that his robot arm makes noises when he moves it in the anime and now I'm imagining him also being obsessed with it. Just twisting his hand around and hearing it go wrrrrr and weeeeee and him giggling to himself (bonus: he can rotate his hand 360 degrees and he thinks its the funniest shit)

-Do you think it's a wildly known thing in the Danganverse that Nagito is attractive? Or is it only Genocide Jack who thinks that? I've always thought he was meant to look kinda sick and withered but now I'm wondering if Nagito was the resident pretty boy in the Ultimate Department

-The Soup Episode was really weird and we all now it but what the fuck did it mean when Nagito was h*rny and the FIRST THING he thinks of is hope like has this gone beyond coping from trauma, is the concept of hope an actual k*nk that Nagito has I need ANSWERS KODAKA WHAT IS THIS MAN'S DEAL

-(This one might be a little dark so just a heads up, nothing explicit) that being said,,,it makes sense why Nagito would use the concept of hope as a coping mechanism for the shit that's happened to him but I gotta wonder,,,why his reactions to it are almost always sexual,,,obviously I know its just because he's Weird and the creators want us to know he's Weird but I like overanalysing stuff and it makes me think about what might have happened to him in the past,,,I wanna give him a hug

-You know what I rarely see anyone talk about? Nagito's handwriting. I think I once read a submission on danganronpaheadcanons that talked about the handwriting on his letter and how that might correlate with his dementia, as one of the symptoms of the type that he has is poor mobility. I wonder if sometimes Nagito feels bad that he can't write as nice as some of the others because of his illness, or if he doesn't actually care that much. ALSO do you think his mobility would be better after getting the robot hand?? I just thought of that holy shit

I'm gonna stop there because this ask is long as hell and I'm not gonna clog your askbox up too much fuerhgiuerg

man,, dude,, bro,, ok ive thought abt nagito being tied up too (more than id like to admit hgrhg) but what if being tied up unlocked some kind of memory from being servant, when theyd tie him up and kick him. ykno not a full memory, maybe some vague deja vu like hmmmmm

YO SAME the art of him on the laptop hrvgg (i redraw that a while ago for that one nagito edit ansjdhdg)

like 😳😳😳

aksjdhdh, personally i think nagito may have a little grudge against the warriors of hope like, he'd never be mean to them cuz their just kids, but if he sees on of them trip, he might give it a second or two before he helps them up 🤷

MAN YOU ARE KILLING WITH CHISA ADOPTING NAGITO DUUUUDDDEEE ,,,dude,, he cant comprehend why she'd want him in her life,,, but she's so genuine and sincere that he cant even doubt herrrr,,,,

oooooooo i think kaz or hajime (whoever canonically made the hand for him) would put his mobility into consideration,, or what if he personally asked them for help with that,,,,, maybe ,,,, or maybe it could be an upgrade later on

[soukokuwu]

hi there! hope ur doing well esp in times like these. i must say i absolutely adore ur writing. both the chuuya angst fics literally made me cry. i never cried to any other fics before. it was amazing. may i request an angst scenario where Dazai has an s/o & a person from his past (from his port mafia days) wanted revenge on him. now Dazai is incredibly smart & manipulative & they know that (impossible to kill) so they go after s/o & kills them. i hope i'm not bothering u. have a nice day/night.

something left unguarded.

     genre. angst (dazai x reader)      warnings. death, kidnapping/implied assault      synopsis. there are times when dazai wishes he’s dead. this is one of those times.      word count. 1.8k      author notes. hi kitty! sorry this took me ungodly long, and i’m not sure if this is what you were looking for but i hope it’s okay!! <33

there’s some unspoken things that come together with love.

for dazai, that’s the slow crumbling of his walls; the surrendering of firearms. he finds himself unfurling easily at the seams, and regarding what seems impossible for the vast majority, it’s like white on rice for you. best thing is? it comes easy, effortless. you don’t try to be someone you’re not; dazai can tell. you are just unapologetically, undoubtedly you. that’s the beauty of it all, to him.

never has he felt like this, in the crack of dawn, lying next to you on the bed, the distant sounds of the birds and your breathing is all he can hear. it’s weird — he used to hear so many voices in his head, so many conflicting ones telling him to kill himself and yet others telling him to stay because there’s bound to be something that makes him want to live.

the latter is right. because now look at him. he’s not hearing whispers in his mind, the condescending, doubtful voices are gone. it’s peace.

all that fills his thoughts are you. who was he, even, before he met you? he knows, he always knows, he’s mostly self-aware. but then, he doesn’t want to. doesn’t want to remember the person he used to be, because he loves who he is now, with you. do the voices come back sometimes? absolutely. but a minor interaction with you and he feels tranquililty. and he has no doubt that you are the only one capable of such a feat.

he always thought fear was the accompaniment of walls breaking down. why did you make him feel like it was liberating instead? is it just the impossible amount of trust he’s put into you? he doesn’t have to ever ask himself anything, never does he ever feel like he needs to doubt you. ever.

you’re a peculiar little thing, always doing what you think is best for him. you rarely ever do think of yourself, do you? that’s why dazai takes it upon himself to give you what you deserve, a wholesome, warming kind of romance, even if he isn’t so sure about it himself. dazai doesn’t know romance apart from those that’s raved about in books and movies. his whole life is an endless pit of darkness — that’s up ’til the point he met you, of course.

so if the novel, theatric kind of love is the only form of romance he knows, then the least he can do is give you that.

dazai turns and watches as you rest peacefully, weaving his fingers through your hair, appreciating the patterns of your chest rising and falling. how long has it been since he’s first watched you like this before you wake? he doesn’t really recall the exact number of days, but it’s around three years? and he can definitely deal with a lot more than this.

talks about the future has always been taboo for him. not that he hates it, but it’s because he can never feel excited about it. and frankly, it’s much more of a chore than anything. so now, catching himself actually envisioning a future with you? it feels surreal.

the two of you have a routine: wake up, make breakfast, kiss goodbye before work, actually work, come home, have dinner, maybe take a bath together before you go to bed. it’s habitual by now — everything on the list. and while the morning is no different, the afternoon definitely is.

first there is the anonymous letter he finds in his top desk drawer. nothing but a blank paper with a single ominous line of “this is for back then”. nothing else. just a single line written in blood red ink. the weretiger next to him seems a little freaked out by it, so it’s easy to tell that whoever did this made the effort to come in earlier than anyone to place this in his desk. and maybe they expected to elicit some other behaviour from him. distress? fear?

whatever it is though, it doesn’t get to him. he crumples it up and tosses it in the bin. (he misses it, but it’s not like he cares.)

he goes the rest of the afternoon in ignorant bliss. he texts you halfway though, asking if your lunch today was any good.

would be better if you were here, osamu.

dazai forgets for just a moment that you usually only type out osa. because that’s what you do to him sometimes — you make him let his guard down. he wastes no time replying you.

oh yeah, why’s that, darling? ;)

the next message that chimes in has his heart take a deep dive into the ground below him. it’s a picture. of a vile, disgusting man licking the side of your head, with you tied up to a chair, unconscious.

because then maybe she won’t be so boring like this.

not even bothering to explain, all dazai does is grab atsushi by the collar and drag him out of the agency. he’s the only combative one present currently, and frankly, if it comes to a fistfight, having him there is enough. of course, dazai is not planning to spare anyone. they dared touch you?

they’re as good as dead.

dazai never thinks letting his guard down is a crime. but he thinks the ultimate sin he’s committed? that he let himself slack on his guarding of you. because the moment he gets to you at your apartment, he realises it’s never been a race against time. the moment the picture was sent, you were already gone.

and the culprits are long gone, disappeared without a trace. except for the disgusting wet track of where his tongue traced your skin earlier. usually, dazai would go after them immediately, track them down and plan their demise.

it would have been his plan. had you been just another body, another death count. but you’re not. you’re his lady, his angel, his life. yet you’re lifeless now, your chest doesn’t rise up and down like it should. your body is dense, somewhat dry. it’s completely… not you.

atsushi doesn’t know what to do, he stands in the corner with his eyes trained on his superior who’s letting out more emotion than atsushi thinks he has in his entire life. he feels like he should console him somehow, but he knows that’s selfish thinking. dazai won’t appreciate that.

he’s right. dazai won’t. because the only person capable of giving him any sliver of hope in this god-forsaken world is gone. her body but an empty vessel, reminding him of who he once was and how he had longed to be.

and oh, how he longs to join you now.

worst part is? dazai can find no one to blame. no one but himself. not even the man who offed you. dazai recognises him, from way back in his port mafia days. which means there’s no one to blame but the person he once was, the one you made him feel like he and reprieve from.

until now.

losing you is his punishment, isn’t it? for everything he’s done. this is his judgement day and you’re another one of his sad victims. it’s your body, limp in his arms, eyes wide open and the complete stillness of it all.

and he realises maybe this is what people mean when they talk about ‘deathly silence’. he never thought that losing just the sound of your breathing would feel like this and yet here he is, with another casualty in his arms.

yet another soul he can’t save.

and dazai… despite all his attempts, is still alive.

it’s cliche, but it’s true.

the worst day of loving someone is the day you lose them.

except when they’re still around, it’s easy to take every moment for granted. because who, when they think they have everything, will think of the moment they’d lose it? sure, it may come in glimpses, but you never hover over it long enough for it to actually matter.

until it happens.

cups of hot chocolate and cuddling up to each other in the winters. words of affirmation and warmth bubbling inside chests. security of routines and safety of arms.

dazai can’t stop thinking of things that remind him of you. thinking of the good times like you’re still alive is the only thing that keeps him from breaking as they lower you into the ground.

you’re almost in there and all he can think about is the first time he tells you he loves you, the first proper time he lets his guard down. how you were on the couch with your legs tucked against your chest, misty eyes giving away just how much the whole situation means to you. you see, he always knew you had a fear of falling, but he never knew just how much, until that moment.

“you click your tongue whenever something annoys you, you subconsciously like to walk between the lines on tiled floors, you blame yourself for things that are out of your control,” dazai had told you. and he remembered the look in your eyes — that surprise, that gratefulness — because you never thought that anyone would spare you that much attention, did you? especially not him, who you knew would never spend time on anything that’s unimportant.

but he paid attention to you more than anything else.

“i love you, belladonna,” he had assured you, inching close and holding you in his arms. you always needed reassurance, and while dazai would usually think it’s a burden, nothing was when it came to you. “you may think you’re a mess, but i think you’re perfect.”

he lets your giggle be the last thing that fills his mind as they finally lowered you into the ground. and he doesn’t wait for it to be filled before he spins around and walks away. the next memory he remembers being a promise made. of how you told him not to do anything rash should you ever go first, not even in old age. (he thought it was cute how far ahead you thought of for the future — something he finds he needs now; a future with you.)

and that’s the thing about letting your guard down; you let them have a slight control over your decisions. because now, despite every bone in his body aching to throw himself off a cliff, he finds he can’t quite do so. why? he remembers the life in your eyes when he agrees to that promise, the absolute faith you have in him that he loves you that much to abide by your one wish for him. yet in his head a constant question beckons him, chants itself in his mind like a mantra.

i just want to join you, is that so wrong?

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