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[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Fairy King Harlequin - Touch Starved Gn Reader

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Here ya go, @thatsimp21! Sorry for the wait, Tumblr imploded on itself again for like the 8th time in a row, so your ask is super late. You've been forgiven, my child. —Benny🐰

                                                                                                   

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🌻 Truthfully, I think Harlequin's reactions would vary depending on which race you are and at what point at time you met him. But, I don't have the time nor the desire to go that in depth for this because that wasn't what you asked for. So let's just say that you're a human and this is shortly after the whole Hendrickson gray demon blood thing.

🌻 I honestly think that the poor guy is super touch starved as well, so he'll definitely have a lot of trouble tackling how to go about giving physical affection. How the both of you ended up being physically affectionate was likely through the interference of Ban or Meliodas because they were tired of watching him and you tiptoe around each other.

🌻 I don't think he would mind too much if you stuck yourself to him after that. In fact; he really enjoys it and he'll happily let you lay down on Chastiefol so he can take you with him (almost) everywhere if you don't want to be alone.

🌻 Do expect to be made fun of by Ban fairly often and occasionally Meliodas. The fox sin is quite the little shit and might just snatch you up and away from the fairy king's hold just to fuck with him. So yeah, be prepared for that.

🌻 All in all, I think Harlequin would love a touch starved reader just the same as he'd love any other. ~♡

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[kimetsu-chan]

~playing in the snow headcanons~

A/N: so I asked five of my friends if I should have snow or instruments be the main focus on what I was gonna write, and four of em said snow :3 so we got some playing in the snow headcanons with some my fav bsd characters.

Characters: Akutagawa, Atsushi, Chuuya, Sigma, Nikolai, Ranpo, Kyouka, Lucy, and Tanizaki

TWs ⚠️: Uhh- I don’t think there are any, but it is important to note that Kyouka’s is the only one that is written to be strictly platonic. You can choose romantic or platonic for the others :D GN!Reader

I think there are slight spoilers in Sigma’s?

Akutagawa Ryūnosuke

It would take a lot of convincing to get that man within five feet of the door. And I mean a lot.

Why would you want to go outside in the freezing cold when you can stay inside where it’s nice and cozy?!

Once you explain to him that you want to play in the snow, he gets even more confused.

Why-?

He’d be sitting in a chair, his feet propped up on something with a book in one hand and a cup of tea in the other while staring up at you like you just grew two heads.

After you told him it was fun and something you really wanted to do, he stare for a second or two longer before spitting out a response.

“Okay….? Then go play in the snow..? What, do you need my permission??”

“No, I want you do come with me, Ryū!”

He would let silence envelope you so for a moment or so before saying a quick and simple “No.” and going back to reading.

After some puppy dog eyes and the best begging you could muster(along with a deal that you’d leave him alone for at least six hours afterwards) he’d finally go with you.

And when he was dressed up and finally ready to go outside with you, he’d watch you excitedly start making a snowman with a fond look on his face.(he will deny enjoying this for the rest of time.)

Atsushi Nakajima

He is hopping out of his seat and putting five coats on at the mere mention of snow.

Heck yes he wants to go out and play in the snow with you!

Did you even have to ask?

You could tell him to put some warm clothes on and be ready to go outside and he’d do it in a heartbeat and with absolutely zero hesitation.

The first thing he wants to do when yall get outside is make snow angels. And he wants your snow angel to “hold hands” with his (they’re just next to each other)

He’ll let you choose what to do next, deeming it “only fair” since he got to choose first.

“No- [Name]-San-! You get to chose!”

“But I don’t know what I want to do, Atsu, you should pick!”

It would be just a bunch of giggly “no you”s back and forth until you finally relent and ask to make a snowman.

And you best believe that he is going to make that the most cozy looking snowman you’ve ever seen.

It is going to be even more fashionable than Chuuya Nakahara. (No it’s not.)

Chuuya Nakahara

Once again, a lot of convincing will be needed.

What did you expect? The man is extremely busy like 24/7, he doesn’t have time to play in the snow?

But he can’t just deny you when you come up to him to ask him so sweetly if he can please come play with you in the snow.

He wants nothing more than to accept and make you happy, but he really needs to finish his work.

So he sighs and comes up with an alternative.

“How about this, [Name]. I’ll work for about another thirty minutes, then we can go outside, okay?”

“That works! Thanks Chuuya!”

“You’re welco-“

He gets cut off when you roughly wrap your arms around him in a quick hug before running off to do who knows what.

He stares off after you for a few seconds before turning back to his work with a shake of his head and smile.

(Extra bc we can’t end Chuuya’s w/o him actually getting outside 🤭)

When he actually finishes his work, he exited his office to see you already playing outside.

He decided that it would be most fun to quickly get ready and sneak up on you, who was busily forming the base of a snow fort.

There was a yelp as cold snow fell on top of you, and you turned to glare at the ginger who was smirking smugly.

But don’t worry, you got him back by pushing him over into the snow and dropping some snow down his shirt.

Sigma

Poor boy-

Being three years old, the poor guy has never played with snow once in his entire life.

So when you ask him to go with you, you’ll have to explain to him what the heck snowmen and snowball fights were.

He’s mildly interested when you do explain, but he doesn’t quite understand the point.

Doesn't being outside in the cold for a long time give you the risk to get sick?

Overall, he’s rather confused about the purpose of playing with cold, wet snow, but he’d agree.

Once he was free, that is.

And that turned out to be a lot quicker than he thought it would, perhaps it’s because your “silly” wants have peaked his interest.

He would quickly finish his duties his duties within the sky casino, and go to find you and get ready.

When you guys step outside, Sigma immediately felt chilly. The high altitude of the casino only making it colder.

“[Name]… Are you sure this is a good idea-“

He grunted as a snowball landed square in his face.

You giggled as you saw him frozen as he processed what you just did.

Before you could ask if he was okay, he quickly picked up some snow and threw it back at you.

He had a small smirk on his face, oh it was game on.

Nikolai Gogol

Oh boy.

He was the one who initially proposed the idea of playing in the snow, because why wouldn’t he.

He doesn’t care if he’s supposed to be busy, he’s dragging you outside with him whether you like it or not.

You could be busy, you could be relaxing, and he’s suddenly ambushing you and struggling to get a coat over your head.

He will make sure you’re nicely dressed for being in the snow.

After all, you’re no fun if you’re sick.

As he’s yanking you to your feet and dressing you in so many layers, you may as well become a fur ball at this point, he’ll be running his mouth, explaining in grave detail what he wanted to do.

“Okay, so first, we’re gonna make little forts, then we’re gonna hide behind them and throw snowballs at each other. Now- I promise not to throw them too hard, okay?”(that’s a lie, he’ll throw them as hard as he pleases)

You could only watch and nod as he led you outside to begin building.

I sure hope you wrote out your will.

Ranpo Edogawa

He’s busy eating snacks working at his desk, when you came in.

He took one look at your face and flushed cheeks from already having been outside for a while, and knew exactly what you wanted.

He debated whether or not abandoning his precious sna— I uh- I mean work just to make you happy.

He thought it over for a second and decided he could go a little bit without his food, and could grace you with his wonderful presence.

He stood up from his seat with his usual smirk and pointed his unfinished lollipop in your direction.

You didn’t even get to ask him before he started bargaining with you.

“I’ll go outside with you on one condition, you gotta buy me lunch.”

You paused, that actually didn’t sound that bad, so you agreed.

You two quickly got dressed (after Ranpo put his snacks away) and headed out of the office to play in the snow, leaving a extremely frustrated Kunikida at the door yelling at you.

It wasn’t very long before all the grass/ground surrounding the agency was covered in snow angels.

Kyouka Izumi

To be honest, I see Kyouka getting rather excited.

Sure she hadn’t done it in a long time, but Kyouka used to love to play in the snow when she was younger.

It was kinda a bittersweet thing to her.

So when you asked, she was more than willing to go with you. She gently grabbed your hand and led you all the way to her and Atsushi’s dorm to get some warm clothes.

Seeing that she didn’t have enough to comfortably be outside, you took your scarf that was hanging loosely on your shoulders off and wrapped it around her neck to help her keep warm.

Kyouka smiled at you when you did so then with increased energy, she took your hand again and made her way outside.

She immediately opened her mouth and tried to catch a falling snowflake on her tongue, being successful in doing so.

She turned to you with wide eyes and pointed at where the now-melted snowflake had been.

“[Name], did you see that?”

“Mhm!”

“[Name], let’s go make snowmen..!”

Before you could even respond, Kyouka grabbed your hand and jogged to the nearest open space to make a snowman.

You guys ended up making two, a bigger one complete with its younger sister.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

Lucy, much like Akutagawa, would decline immediately at first.

She’s in the middle of a shift, she can’t just abandon her job as a waitress.

Or so she thought.

Until her boss gave her the go-ahead that she could take a break and go play in the snow.

Her next argument would be that she was “too mature” to go play in snow.

But then you turned that right back around at her and asked if that meant you were immature.

She stuttered and blushed from embarrassment as she denied what you said.

“N-No-! I didn’t mean you were immature! I just-“

“Then let’s go!”

Cue you grabbing her arm and running towards the building door and shoving her coat that you stole earlier into her arms.

Lucy sighed and reluctantly pulled her coat over her arms and stepped outside with you.

In the end, you guys had a lot of fun running around and pushing each other into the snow.

Tanizaki Jun’ichirō

Actually, Tanizaki was the one who suggested the idea.

He said it would be a fun way to get a break from all their work(totally not because he wanted to show off his snowball fight skills, nooo-)

He would offer to fetch your coat for you when you agreed, doing so anyway when you declined his offer.

He held your coat out for you as he put on his own on, happily suggesting the snowball fight he was planning.

You agreed, not thinking about how he could use his ability to his advantage.

And that’s exactly what he did.

He hid behind a tree and made his illusion self dash to hide somewhere else, effectively turning your attention away from where he actually was.

He hit you in the back of the head a little harder than he meant to, and immediately stood up to rush over and see if you were hurt.

“[Name]! I’m sorry, I didn’t me— AGH-“

Karma came so sweetly as he slipped and landed on his back.

There were no hard feelings though, you guys called a truce and laughed about it for the rest of the day

A/N: these were so fun to write, omg-

I hope you liked it! Please consider liking/reblogging if you did :3

[naviiq]

the city feels far away, muffled by the rain that lingers softly in the air. neon lights smear across wet concrete, and everything smells faintly like cigarettes and damp asphalt. you step out onto the balcony and catch him there, leaning on the railing with a cigarette balanced between his fingers, smoke curling up into the night.

his coat’s slung over the back of a chair, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and for once, he’s not saying anything. no clever remarks, no loud declarations, just silence. it suits him in a way you absolutely hate to admit.

“you’re gonna go through the whole pack at this rate,” you murmured, folding your arms and leaning against the door frame. your voice feels small against the vastness of the sky, stars hiding behind clouds.

he glances at you, a lazy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “worried about me, are you?”

you roll your eyes, but the answer sits heavy in your chest. you don’t say it, though. you know better than to hand dazai words like that. instead, you drop down to sit on the ground, leaning back against the cold metal railing. the concrete bites at your skin, but it keeps you grounded. makes you feel even more real, in some cold way.

he laughs, soft and low, and for a second, it feels like the city stops buzzing, the light alarms blaring, just gone. he taps the ash off the cigarette, letting it fall over the edge of the railing.

after a moment, he joins you, sinking down beside you with a kind of effortless grace. his knee brushes yours, and it takes everything in you not to react.

“you’re quiet tonight,” he says, breaking the silence. he propped his elbow on his knees, both his hands in a fist underneath his chin, looking at you— staring at you.

“just thinking,” you sighed out, the cold cloud leaving your lips as you did so. you leaned your head back more to stare out at the blurry skyline.

“dangerous thing, that.” he lit another cigarette. the soft click of the lighter broke the quiet stillness, a quick flick of metal against flint that sent a tiny spark playing around in the dark. the flame flared to life, briefly painting his face in warm orange before it curled against the tip of the cigarette, smoke twisting upward.

you glance at him, the faint glow of the cigarette softening the edges of his face. his expression is unreadable, the smirk gone now, replaced by something quieter.

“does it ever get too quiet for you?” you whispered, closing your eyes with a heavy shut.

he doesn’t answer right away. instead, he takes a long drag, the ember burning brighter, and exhales slowly. the smoke curls around him, makes him look less like a person and more like an idea. a bad one, at that.

“sometimes,” he says finally. “but the noise isn’t any better.” fiddling with the cig in his index and middle finger.

you watch him for a moment, at the way his shoulders slump like he’s carrying something too heavy to name. you don’t push. you’ve learned by now that dazai’s the kind of person who slips through your fingers the moment you try to hold on too tight.

instead, you opened your eyes. you stood up to walk towards him. “i don’t get you sometimes.”

“what’s there to get?” he asks, turning his head toward you. his eyes are darker than the night, and honestly, it added to the prettiness in him.

you leaned against the railing, close enough to feel the faint warmth of his firing cigarette. the cig between his fingers burned low, its smoke curling up. “give me one,” you muttered, more a quiet demand than a request.

he raised an eyebrow, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips coming back. “i didn’t think you smoked.”

“i don’t,” you admitted, holding out your hand anyways. “just— agh, give me one.”

dazai didn’t argue. with that usual, almost theatrical grace, he slid the pack from his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, placing it lightly between your fingers. his touch lingered for half a second longer than it needed to, but it felt deliberate, like everything he did. like always.

and before you could ask, he leaned forward, lighter already in hand. the soft click of metal broke the quiet as the flame sparked to life, flickering briefly before steadying.

his free hand cupped the other side of the cigarette, shielding it from the faint breeze as the flame curled against the tip, burning bright for a moment. his face was close— too close— and the warm light of the flame painted his features in a way that almost made it hard to breathe. it lightened up like his own fire in his eyes.

you inhaled shallowly, coughing just a little as the smoke hit your lungs. dazai leaned back, watching you with something between amusement and curiosity. “suits you,” he said, his voice low, almost teasing.

you exhaled, smoke twisting upward into the night, and shook your head. “oh shut up.”

“so i’ve been told,” he murmured, and for once, his smile softened, like it wasn’t meant to cut.

the two of you sit there in silence after that, the faint hum of the city below filling the spaces where words don’t need to go. it’s not perfect. but it’s enough for you.

[fishii-writes]

flower crowns - chuuya nakahara

paring: chuuya x gn!reader

cw: established relationship, fluff, a tiny bit of upset feelings/overthinking from reader but it ends in fluff, chuuya calls reader "my love" and "my darling"

a/n: someone wanted a chuuya version of the flower crowns fic, so here we are! enjoy!! <3 gnore that this is like 5 months late😭 the writing style maayy be a tiny bit different at the start compared to the end but thats not too noticeable i think. | dazai version

word count: 991

Dates with your boyfriend in public are rare, but nearly the very meaning of perfect when they do occur. Often, even when you have dates at each other’s houses, he gets a work call and it drags on for what seems like forever. Does it bother you? Yes. But his work is important. And if he doesn’t take the right precautions, you could get hurt. So, you let him take the calls.

And that’s what happened today.

You two were on a date after what seemed like years, at the movies, and it went really well. You two chose a movie to watch, a romance movie, and got your snacks. You giggled at the cringy and corny scenes, a tiny part of you wishing you and Chuuya were more like the couple in the movie. Nevertheless, you enjoyed the secret glances and stolen kisses you shared occasionally.

The two of you walk out the cinema, hand in hand as he listens to you rant about your thoughts on the film. You finish talking about the movie and you turn to your boyfriend. His lips are slightly quirked up at the corners, eyes softened at your talkative nature. That sweet, soft smile that drives your heart crazy.

You two continue walking, stopping for a bit at a park. You sit down on a bench, as does he, and the moment’s sweet. Sweet like the lingering taste of soda on your lips from the cinema earlier. Sweet like the scent of your perfume. Sweet like the kiss he presses onto your lips. For a short while, you two stay face to face, breath fanning over the other’s face, almost threatening to lean in again.

But you’re in public.

And that’s kind of an issue.

You sigh softly, leaning back on the bench and staring up at the branches of the tree beside the bench. Chuuya takes your hand, gently squeezing it before he hears a noise.

A noise he’s grown accustomed to, and one you wish didn’t exist, sometimes.

He sighs, letting go of your hand as he takes his phone from his pocket. He gives you a quick apologetic look, before standing up and walking a bit away from the bench to talk to whoever ruined your moment.

You know he can’t help it. You know it's not your fault. You’re not even mad at him. So why are your fists clenching the fabric of your clothes, why is your lip being bitten down on, why do you feel hurt?

You wait. Mere minutes feel like hours, heck, even years. You just wanted to be with him and him only. He was available yesterday, so why couldn’t he be called then? You sigh to yourself, knowing your way of thinking is immature to say the very least.

So, you continue waiting. Just like you always do. Today was so nice, you don’t have to ruin your mood over this! Right? Right??

Right.

That’s how it always goes.

The call continues, showing no signs of ending anytime soon. And Chuuya’s responses are becoming more and more irritated, they sound like he’s about to punch the person on the line in the face right through the phone.

And you’re about to punch the person on the other side of the line as well. Well, it's not something you can control that he got a work call, so you might as well make use of the time you’ve on your hands.

But what do you do? You groan, head thrown back over the back of the bench, lost in thought about what you could do. Seconds pass into minutes, of you thinking and Chuuya on the call.

You prop your elbow on your thigh, leaning your chin on your hand as you look at this familiar park. You come here when you’re bored, when you’ve had an argument with Chuuya or when you just need a break. So what's something you've always wanted to do?

Your eyes land on a flower, a Geranium. Its soft magenta colour draws in your gaze to land on a patch of quite a few of them. Without thinking, you stand up and walk over to them to pick them up. Chuuya glances at you quickly, confused. But as long as you weren’t too upset, he’s not too worried.

You sit down on the grass just behind the patch of geraniums, cross legged as you pluck a few from the centre of their stems. You use the tips of your fingernails to cut a small slit into the stems, sliding an uncut one into it. The receptacle of the flower holds two flowers together, so you continue until you can form a little circle out of them. Like a crown!!

Minutes turn into an hour, but it doesn't really phase you anymore. In fact, you’re almost glad. A sigh, an irritated, long sigh, escapes Chuuya’s lips as he sits down beside you.

“My love, I'm so sorry. I managed to get this pushed forward to tomorrow so we can still spend the rest of today together, if you’re still up for that.” His voice is soft, not like he’s lying to you. He sounds genuine, and you know he is. The corners of his lips are frowning the slightest bit.

You turn to speak to him, but you pause. He’s looking at you. Captivated by the way the setting sun’s ever dimming light perfectly illuminates your face, shining on just the right places. But even with his eyes almost in hearts, the frown on his lips is evident. You shuffle closer to him, pressing a soft and tender kiss to his cheek. You place something light on his head, whispering beside his ear.

“It’s okay, you can’t help it.” the corners of your lips quirk up a bit, sweetly watching his face flush lightly. Do his eyes shine brighter than the now setting sun? No. But your smile certainly does.

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[justchelleing]

Dazai arguing with his S/o

Inspired by: Soysaucefu

TW! Cursing, explicit language, angst, alcohol,

Type: Hcs/Oneshot

Genre: Fluff/Comfort, little Angst

Pairing: Dazai x Reader

A/n: I am not used to doing fluff with Dazai :( Like anything Dazai related Oneshot is always angst. I should've made Dazai's part a Oneshot...

This is only one character because it's so fucking long... And stressful

Dazai Osamu (Ada)

Red flag, red flag, red flag! Big red flag!

This man is so fucking toxic and shit! If you're basing off of my oneshots man this man is shit! But hot

I believe that if he ever fell in love, he would be Lovesick.

Too the point that he would cry if his s/o would leave him.

He's a womanizer

If he doesn't cheat or plans to murder you accidentally then he loves you.

You don't argue with him often because you knew it was a loosing game to begin with if it's your fault. But if it HIS fault that you two argued...

"You fucking womanizing manwhore!" You hissed at him.

"What about it?! It's not like I did it more than once!" He replied getting closer to you.

"So you admit fucking cheating?" You raised a brow at him raising your head as you looked at him.

"Yeah! If it would make a bitch like you shut up." He taunted.

"How dare you-" you gasped but he interrupted you.

"What?! She is prettier than you!" He raises his voice making your eyes widen.

After his comment a loud slap was heard. His cheeks are now swollen as you looked at him with anger, and tears left the corner of your eyes. You slapping him did everything to make him sober. His eyes widened and his lips parted but no sound left his mouth. You bit your lower lip.

"I'm leaving.." you muttered, laying your head low as you turned back and grabbed your purse along with your coat.

"Wait-" he pleaded but was cut off by you closing the door on him.

He was speechless as he fell down the floor. After you left the apartment, you are not doing better than him. Tears refused to stop flowing as you sniffled. You were soaked by the rain and you walked through the streets of Yokohama, sobbing.

When you finally calmed down and went back to the apartment, you were shocked by the sight of Dazai. Bottles of alcohol was scattered on the floor, his hair was messy and some of his bandage was everywhere. When you entered, the door creaked and as you closed it, it released a loud thud. He was shirtless, laying on the couch and a pillow was on his face, covering it. His eyes were full of dark circles and red from crying. When he heard the door close he sat up to see you hanging your soaked coat on the hanger. He rushed towards you, discarding the pillow. He hugged you tightly, upon seeing his state your plan to break up with him was also discarded.

"I'm sorry.. I never meant those words... Please" he muttered between sobs burying his face on the crook of your neck. You put your arms around him, returning the hug as you patted his back to comfort him. Now both of you were soaked.

"I only kissed her while I was drunk.. I'm sorry.." He cried, holding your shoulder as he shook you. Now you refused to stop crying. You fell down to your knees and brought your hands to your face. He hugged you and muttered "sorrys". He apologized over and over while you comforted him.

The rain stopped and the sun rose. You both cuddled at the couch feeling the warmth of each other's embrace. You both shared a brisk yet passionate kiss muttering "I love yous" to each other's ears.

Ps: I procrastinated for a whole week. I was supposed to make a bigass project and deadline is tomorrow but guess what my dumbass did... I have a deadline tomorrow so I'll continue other part next week :)

Peace out virgins!

[tofumiarchives]

┊PASILYO┊˚✧

┊ONE SHOT┊DAZAI OSAMU X GN!READER┊

words: 1,941

unrequested

additional/warnings: ooc (?), cringe, nausea, mentions of throwing up (light), minor swearing typical Dazai suicide mentions (light), public display of affection, and uhh kising

Happy birthday to my glorious princess, y'all 🗣️‼️

Rays of sunshine outlined the furniture of the Armed Detective Agency. Dazai was at his desk, folding origami when he was supposed to be doing a report. It was one of those quieter days in the office, a rare day where there weren’t many cases to finish.

A buzz from his pocket. Dazai checked the notification, reading a message from none other than you.

|[Nickname]: sneak outside 🙏|

And they say he’s a bad influence…

———

Standing outside the building, you wait for him. It was the perfect weather, the sun decided to be warm—and not in the way where it’s painfully hot to the point that just a short walk would leave someone sweating.

“[Name]!” you easily spot the familiar caramel coat through the small crowd, Dazai happily escaping work to join you. “I got your message,” he remarked, walking until he’s right next to you.

“Happy birthday,”

A beautiful bouquet of flowers entered his field of view, forget-me-nots wrapped in a beautiful light blue. A silk white ribbon tied the thing together, a gift looking alike to the summer sky.

What’s next was a pretty sight, flushed cheeks and a surprised detective. Dazai couldn’t help but go speechless, not one to be used to affection. You almost wanted to tease him about it, but decided not to, showing a twinge of mercy upon the man.

“Hey… Earth to Osamu?” he snapped out of his daze, feeling you tug on his sleeve.

“Ah– uhm,” he makes a poor attempt to cover his embarrassing reaction, covering his face with a hand. It was fun to make him flustered, a feeling you rarely see him have. “Thank you…?”

You scoff at that dry reply, placing the bouquet on his hands before tugging his sleeve again, starting to pull him somewhere. “Come on, I’m spoiling you today, so we better start early if you wanna make the most of it.”

Dazai followed after you, letting you drag him on. It took a while, but he came back to his senses, a soft expression gracing his face at your words. “Really?” he asked, almost tauntingly as he tried to get a specific answer out from you.

“Yeah, yeah,” you answered, walking slower so that you’re side by side. “Whatever you want,” you say, looking at the pathway ahead as you barely conceal the smile on your lips.

“Whatever I want?” a cheeky grin. “Even a double suic–?”

“Anything but that,” you cut him off, turning your head just to see him laughing softly, slightly covering his face with the blue flowers.

The soft appearance of genuine happiness is a great look on your lover.

———

“Let’s try that one again!”

The sheer look of horror on your face was picture worthy. Dazai decided that the perfect way to spend his birthday was to try the roller coasters having motion sickness written all over it. “God, no.”

Sure, you did suggest going to the amusement park, but these aren’t the rides you expected to go to. Dazai was milking everything out of this opportunity, trying out every single attraction in the park but the calm ones.

How many times have you gone to the same roller coaster, now? Thrice? Four times? That drop still gets you. “How the fuck are you not even dizzy…?” you ask, sitting down on a bench to collect yourself

Dazai was laughing at your predicament, earning a glare from you. “Fine, fine, we’ll take a break from the rides,” finally some mercy on your nauseous self.

You sigh, before hunching over slowly, seeing black in the corners of your vision. “Fuck, I think I’m throwing up.” a pat on your back, but the brunet’s not very discreet giggles made it feel like it didn’t help at all.

Luckily, you didn’t start vomiting. You ended up buying him lunch despite his claims of not being hungry, making him sit down on a shaded table to eat. The park had a few food stalls around, so you two had plenty of choices to pick from.

His eyes scanned the selection of food stalls before his gaze landed on one. He perks up a little, tugging on your hand to get your attention. “Hey, let’s get takoyaki.”

You nodded, holding his hand as you went to the food stall, buying him the food he wanted before buying food for yourself. Dazai of course just had to steal your food, taking bits and bites here and there. You didn’t mind… mostly.

“... If you’re gonna end up eating my fries anyway, why didn’t you just buy some?” you ask, as he stole another bite with a shrug. You could only brush it off, wanting to get it over with so you could make most of your time here.

“Because stealing yours tastes better,” he replied, a terrible excuse. A mischievous glint can be seen shining in his brown eyes as his fingers stole another one, not even hiding it at this point now that you pointed it out.

You gave a sigh of defeat, letting him steal as much food as he desires. It was a quick snack break, before you two continued your little birthday celebration, so you just let it pass.

The sun was already shining right above you when you finally got back on your feet, fully recovered to try more attractions. His hand had found yours, as you looked for more things to try out. Dazai’s eyes found themselves following the path of the ferris wheel, the sight of it catching his eye.

Slow, scenic, peaceful—the complete opposite of the previous rides you two have gone on. A grin appeared on Dazai’s face, and he tugged on your hand, pulling you towards the entrance to the ride. “Let’s go on that one,” he says, a hint of eagerness in his voice.

You couldn't help but let out a breath of relief, seeing that he finally chose a calmer ride. The procedure to enter was short, buying a ticket, going in line, before entering the ride.

The gondola was simple, the sleek white car fitting the both of you on one side perfectly. It was slow and gentle, moving bit by bit as it got turned higher into the sky. “Much better than those adrenaline-fuelling ones, huh?” he mentioned, looking at you through his peripherals.

“Yes, actually. At least we can actually converse instead of screaming our lungs out,” you retort, turning from looking out the large windows to him, meeting his gaze with your own.

Dazai held in the laugh settling in his throat, shamelessly seeking your hand to hold again. He loved the contact. “You’re the one screaming out of fear, though,” he pointed out, pulling himself closer to you.

You roll your eyes, allowing him to be as close as he wants—as close as he needs. It took a while, but your capsule eventually reached the top of the circle, getting the highest view.

The brunet decided that you were a headrest at the moment, leaning his head on you before turning to the window on his side, slowly falling silent.

This was what you hoped you could distract him from. That faraway look was in his brown eyes as he looked at something long gone. It was another year. Another year without him, another year he'll slowly grow older than he could ever get.

Another year, and this time, he'll remember him longer than he's known him.

The view outside the windows was breathtakingly beautiful. Yokohama in clear view to both of you. From high-rising buildings to the crystal lake near the park, everything was graced with the warm afternoon light. Yet those brown eyes couldn't find the same warmth you could.

That solemn longing was a look you didn't want to see him make today. You wished his mind wouldn't have to think like this just for a day. Just for a moment. Just for now.

So, you nudge his leg with yours, earning his attention. “You wanna get crab later?” you ask when he turned to look at you, hands on his to hold. You'll distract him for as long as needed. You'll keep him away from those thoughts and bring the warmth he needed on a day he would otherwise hate.

Dazai turned around, snapping out of his train of thought at hearing your question. A smile stretched on his face, grip lightly tightening on your hand. “Of course the answer is yes,” he answered.

At least he doesn't look so solemn now. You subconsciously bring a hand up, brushing a strand of his dark brown hair behind his ear, your touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary. Way longer, actually.

“...touchy today, hm?” he teased, a cover up to him growing flustered under your affection. “What, can't keep your hands to yourself?”

“Don’t even start,” you reply with a threatening edge. Dazai raised his hand in surrender, keeping his silence with a cheeky smirk.

———

Crisp wind blew on your hair, you closed the door behind you in a rush. “Slow down, we just ran up a bunch of stairs–” you gasp out, out of breath as Dazai dragged you to a rooftop. The Agency building's rooftop.

The brunet only chuckled at your reaction, stopping to let you catch your breath. “Alright, alright! We're here anyway.”

You take a deep breath in, the air finally getting in your lungs properly. “We’re here early, you didn't have to– you did not have to drag me and run all the way up,” you groan, wheezing in suffering.

The sun was almost setting, hanging just above the horizon. You two wanted to catch the sunset, deciding that this is the best spot to watch as it settles down the city skyline.

Dazai held your hand, tugging you along to the edge of the building. “This would be a romantic time to die,” *he remarked, making you deadpan.

“Nuh uh,” you retorted, looking at his steps just a little more cautiously in case he decided to swan dive over the edge. “Would be a great time to watch the sunset though.”

As you said that, Dazai looked up, catching the way the skies were painted in pink and orange hues. It was an ethereal scene—one that should be painted to preserve.

You glance to the man beside you, seeing him gaze off into the sunset. It wasn't a lie that he was pretty, with how the sun outlined every feature on his face, basking him in a warm light.

“You’re staring,” he hummed, brown eyes glancing at you, already prepared to send a barrage of teases for catching you in the act.

Confessing you were was the only way out, then. You let out a scoff, the sound half a chuckle. “Yeah,” he turned to you, the sun leaving its last trails of warmth before letting the moon reign in the sky. “Happy birthday.”

Dazai smiled, a soft look on him. “Shouldn’t I get a present?” he asked, leaning towards you with a hint of what he wants. The brunet reached for your hand, pulling them to cup his cheeks.

A fleeting kiss, before another, dragging him closer to press your lips on his. You could feel how the warmth spreads to his face under your touch, feel how he smiles against each kiss.

You hear him giggle, leaning back just enough to speak, still holding his face. “More?”

“More,” he nodded, feeling giddy with each touch. Just for the moment, he felt that life was worth living. You pull him closer, resting your forehead on his.

“Whatever you want.”

divider credit: @/cafekitsune

[faela404]

Hello, I saw that you are open for some requests. May I request some platonic drabble for Dazai, in a story where Dazai and reader taking care of a stray kitten, reader is Dazai younger sibling

That is all, thank you and I hope you have a lovely day 💖

ahhh this is such a cute idea omg-

dazai x gn! sibling! reader (platonic !)

☆ light & love ☆

☆ during his time in the port mafia, dazai had never really been apart of your life. i mean sure you knew your brother existed, you had spent some time together but, since joining the port mafia you had barely seen him.

☆ recently however, dazai had been reaching out, something to do with a ‘new job’. it was weird to see your older brother after so long but it wasn’t unwelcome.

☆ over the course of a few weeks dazai and you had become a lot closer, similarly to how you were as children but, it was clear he had changed. you may not be as close as you used too but, you could still tell when he was hiding behind his fake joy.

“y/nnnnn! look! i got you and i some of the finest coffee this cafe has to offer” the taller man offered a smile to you before placing the cup of steaming coffee infront of you.

“did you actually pay for this osamu? or did you steal your coworker’s card again?” you asked inquisitively, raising an eyebrow towards your ‘dear’ brother.

he let out a loud gasp at the notion. he always did have such a flair for the dramatic huh?

“how dare you assume i would do such a thing” he raised a hand to his chest in mock offence, “this is an outrage, my own sibling, my own flesh and blood, doesn’t believe i’d do something so nice for them” he stared up at you, “just for that, you’re paying next time”

“…”

“so you did take his card then, yeah?”

☆ while you and dazai had definitely become closer, you didn’t trust eachother fully.

☆ however, that all changed one stormy night.

☆ you had never enjoyed walking down the streets of yokohama, after all this city was extremely dangerous, especially at night

☆ that’s when you heard it.

☆ a soft ‘pitter’ ‘patter’ behind you, at first you thought it was the rain until, you felt a small prickly feeling across your legs

☆ there, by your feet, stood the cutest, smallest little kitten you’d ever seen.

☆ her fur was soaked from all the rain and her little eyes were big and rounded as they stared right up at you, almost begging

☆ how could you refuse?

☆ carefully you scooped up the seemingly stray kitten and began towards your apartment until you remembered..

☆ your landlord doesn’t allow pets-

☆ you’d be kicked out in an instant if he ever saw the little guy

☆ you couldn’t just leave her here, i mean she could get hurt really bad or get sick from the cold, it’d be cruel! but, you had no where to take her-

☆ now wait a damn minute. didn’t dazai say his neighbours dog had been ‘screaming bloody murder all fucking night’? if his neighbour had a loud dog, then..

☆ his building allows pets!!

☆ but, would he even want to help you with this? i mean he is the one who lives there, he might not want a kitten running around

☆ it was too late now though, the poor baby was gonna get a cold and you were already on your way to his apartment building

☆ if only you knew what you was getting yourself into..

“‘SAMU! NO! SHE CANT EAT THAT!” you had said that line atleast 80 times in this past week. osamu had been more than happy to help you out with your new little friend, turns out your ex-mafiaso brother had a big soft spot for cats. how purrfect!

(i’m sorry, i couldn’t resist🥲)

that night, ‘samu and you had bathed and dried that little kitten along with feeding her until she passed out on osamu’s futon.

you had then proceeded to spend the next 2 hours arguing about what to call her and trying to convince ‘samu that “suicide”, “poison” & “noose” were not appropriate names for a kitten.

☆ you had never felt so happy before

☆ you had your brother back, even if you refused to admit it, you had missed him tremendously

☆ your trust in eachother had strengthened over the years as you two continued to take care of your little kitten

☆ dazai still housed her in his apartment but pretty soon you’d move to his building to be closer to her (and your brother but, you’d never admit that to him)

☆ ya’ll had become a happy little family

☆ you, dazai and himari

a/n ! - this was adorable omgnskskwkodow, thank you so much for the request this was a lot of fun to write! it was just what i needed after my test so yk-

also from what i found (on google lol) himari means sun or light and love (hence the name of the story) i just thought it was cute considering how dazai doesn’t really think he’s truly deserving of love and how light/ the sun is usually related to good and kind people which dazai would definitely not see himself as (cause he isnt #dazaislander) - anyway i just wanted to add that cause i thought is was cute!

[itztim3todi3]

ʜᴜɢs ʜᴜɢs

Headcanons of how I think their hugs are/how they react to hugs(?) :)

Requests | Open (read rules on pinned first)

Fandoms | Demon Slayer, Seven Deadly Sins, Arcane-League of Legends, and Spy x Family

Platonic or Romantic? | Can be either (went for more romantic I think)

ᴋʏ���ᴜᴊᴜʀᴏ ʀᴇɴɢᴏᴋᴜ (ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ sʟᴀʏᴇʀ)

His hugs are warm and refreshing, like a bear hug due to his flame breathing

Hes typically always warm, due to this breathing, plus it's just who he is

This is one of the times that he's, usually, quiet

He likes to remember these moments when you're in his arms because, as sad as it is, it could be the last time

He wants to wrap his arms around your frame, smaller or larger, and just hold you close, breathing in your scent and basking in your warmth

He likes the feeling of your arms wrapping around his frame, your lips kissing his cheek lightly before burying your head into his shoulder/chest

ғᴀɪʀʏ ᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴀʀʟᴇǫᴜɪɴ (sᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ sɪɴs)

His hugs are shy yet protective, his small stature making it a bit hard for him to wrap his arms around your waist (unless you're his height/shorter)

He likes to have your head on his chest, whether you're smaller or taller than him, he likes the feeling of being able to protect you

But he does love cuddling into your stomach or chest, he likes feeling protected himself, to feel loved and wanted as you play with his hair

Affection is new to him, hes not that used to it but he loves it, hes just a little shy about it

ᴊɪɴx (ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ-ʟᴇᴀɢᴜᴇ ᴏғ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅs)

Her hugs are fun, tight, and usually playful! She loves to squeeze you and swing you around as she holds you close

Her laugh is echoing in the room as she hears your pleas to be let go, but she knows that you don't want her to let go

There are those moments when she just wants a soft, calming hug

Your hands gently running through her hair or down her back, words of reassurance falling from your lips as she buries her face into your neck

She likes to fall to her knees in front of you when she's feeling down and just burry herself into your stomach, sometimes lifting your shirt for skin-on-skin contact

She loves how warm it is, and how much it makes her feel safe and at home

ʏᴏʀ ғᴏʀɢᴇʀ (sᴘʏ x ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ)

Her hugs are a bit awkward yet soft, her hands automatically rubbing your back in comfort, her muscles a bit stiff but relaxing when she senses no danger

She loves hugs, she never really got affection from anyone besides her brother so she loves it 

She loves the way your hands fit perfectly on her hips, the way her head seems to fit into your neck like a puzzle piece

She loves how it's quiet enough that she can hear your heartbeat but it's not too quiet as she hears your voice mumbling things to her or the air conditioner running in the background

She loves how your warmth stays on her skin as your hands leave hers, her mind begging her to pull you back in and just keep you there for the rest of eternity

[tojifile]

Fyodor Dostoevsky: Masquerade

Genre: Angst

No— no, not Yes, dearer than you. (Dazai's version)

(・–・;)ゞ Fyodor Dostoevsky x gn!reader inspired by Dangerously Yours Masquerade & junosmindpalace

You were such a fool to think he would save you, that he would choose you over his idea of a perfect world. Isn't any person who would fall in love truly a fool? "Please.. Fedya.. you can't do this.." you mumbled weakly. He couldn't stand to face you, your damp cheeks, your tired eyes, and shaking figure but the thought of leaving you hadn't withered.

He gave in and walked over to you. He stared at your trembling body on the floor before he sat down and held you close. Your head was on his chest and he hugged you tightly. He remained silent as he held you. His gaze was gentle and his touch was comforting, you almost forgot about how your heart shattered into pieces.

He hadn't been home these past few days and so you were surprised when you saw him standing by the door frame of your shared bedroom with a cup of tea in his slim, pale hands.

You slowly sit up on the bed to face him with a soft smile. Fyodor returned the soft smile, he slowly walked to you "Darling.. I apologize for not being able to go home these past few days." He spoke softly, even the simplest of words become elegant as soon as they fall from his mouth.

He sat on the edge of the bed, right next to you. He handed you the cup gently then you took a sip "Thank you Fedya." You spoke so softly that even Fyodor felt as if he could be able to sleep peacefully—and that was exactly the problem. You've had too much of an effect on him.

Shatter, the cup of tea fell on the floor. The glass shattered, your hands immediately travel to your neck trying to gasp for air. Fyodor had poisoned you. He stood up and walked towards the room's exit but before he did you fell on the floor, trying to reach for him. You fell on the shattered glass, it cut your smooth skin, hands and legs all bloodied.

"Stay.. please.." You weakly spoke, lifting one arm up, trying to reach for him as your vision blurred. Fyodor stopped walking, he stayed silent. This was the moment he had given up and held you in his arms, amidst the shattered glass.

You look up at him with a soft smile as you were in his arms. Fyodor was surprised, he had not expected such a welcoming smile. You raised your bloodied hands to hold his face. "I wish— we were two other people. Two other people who need not say goodbye." You whispered softly. Fyodor stayed silent, he faced you with a look of indifference but the way his grasp tightened around your body told you all that you needed to hear.

"Fedya.. I once offered you three things most dear to me: my heart, my country, and my dream." Your voice broke almost everytime you spoke "but tonight, I offer you another, my soul. You may as well take what I had offered Fedya, it's already full of you.." Fyodor's grasp got tighter and he held you closer. Your hands fall to your chest while his chin rested on your head.

"You'll live a long time, an eternity without me. You will look into the faces of passersby, hoping for something that will, for an instant, bring me back to you. You will find moonlit nights strangely empty because when you call my name through them, there will be no answer. Always your heart will be aching for me and your mind will give you the doubtful consolation that you did what was "best" for the world." You spoke with what little life you had left in you.

"If I betray you, I betray myself. If I betray my ideals, I betray the world. My idea of a perfect world is very dear to me." Fyodor spoke "Dearer than I?" You asked, knowing the answer "Yes darling, dearer than you." You just softly smiled even if he didn't see. "And as my last words - I love you Fedya." As you weakly spoke those words Fyodor kissed your head as he activated his ability. Your blood was all over him and all over the room's walls, you were now nothing more than a pool of blood, something to be discarded.

Author's notes:

I love Masquerade, Catherine and Rudolph make me wanna curl up and die. I will definitely do more for different bsd characters, I just felt like this would suit Fyodor.

Spontaneous post: 06/20/23 14:37PM GMT+8 Philippine Standard Time

[shiveringgroovy]

I'm taking requests for BSD or Elder Scrolls drabbles :D

I'm very particular with what I'm comfortable writing, so please read these before requesting in my inbox! Bolded ones are my favorites or ones I feel I write well for.

I can do character/reader or character/character. Requests can be something like:

"Character with a [blah blah blah] s/o" "Erm can I cut open Character please?" "Can these Characters be joyous and happy together?" Etc.

WILL WRITE

Masc reader

GN reader

Gore/Whump

Drabbles

MAYBE fem reader. MAYBE.

Genderbends, Trans headcanons, etc.

Headcanon lists

Fluff

Platonic

Suggestive content (but only a little you have to get through my 500 layers of evil ass metaphors before you get to any freaky stuff in my works.)

WILL NOT WRITE

Sexual content/Smut

Hateful content (I would assume that's a given but yk)

Romantic content of underage characters

SHIPS I WILL WRITE FOR (Defeat my EIGHT evil fyodor ships)

BSD:

Fyozai (my first love my everything i love them so much you don't get it)

Fyovan (pleasepleaspleasepleasepleaseplease)

Fyosig

Shibufyo(zai)

Fyolai (sometimes. if i'm in the mood. not always.)

DoA3

Fuku(chi)fyo

Fyoran

Siglai

Souheki

Steincraft

Kunizai

Atsulucy

Kunisano

Sigzai

Moncott

Suegiku

Ranpoe

Fukumori

Fukufuku

If I missed any, don't be afraid to ask!

TES:

Nerevoryn

Nerevehk

Any variation of ALMSIVI

Sheskillmyna (Sheskill, Shelmyna, Hasmyna as well!)

Sheogorath/Sanguine

Namira/Meridia (collect my daedra yuri rarepairs)

Boethiah/Mephala

Janus Hassildor/Vicente Valtieri

(Modded) Lucien Flavius/Inigo

Azura/Vaermina (collect my [gets shot])

Eletuli

Vannimarco

Syl/Thadon

Always ask! I love rarepairs and crackships :D

SHIPS I WILL NOT WRITE FOR

SKK

Koumori

Dazatsu

Dazaku

Fyoatsu

Don't take any of these as personal attacks, I just don't vibe with these ships. Sorry!

TES:

Molag Bal/anyone

That's it I think

CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE /READERS FOR

BSD:

FYODOR!!! FYODOR!!!

Sigma

Ivan

Shibusawa

Ranpo

Nikolai

Poe

Yosano

As always, ask if I haven't blacklisted them

TES:

Any daedra except You-Know-Who or Peryite bc I don't fw Peryite

Astrid

Cicero

Nazir

Almalexia

Sotha Sil

Vivec

Cutter (Shivering Isles DLC)

Divayth Fyr

Lucien LaChance

Martin Septim

Sapphire

Mannimarco

uhhrrmm ask????

CHARACTERS I WILL NOT WRITE /READERS FOR

BSD:

Any underaged characters

If you love me you will not ask me to write dazai or chuuya/reader or I will die on the spot

Akutagawa

Paul Verlaine

Kunikida

Tecchou

Tanizaki

Tachihara

Fukuchi

Fukuzawa

These are characters that I can't write for shit, not because I dislike them !!

TES:

Molag Bal

Peryite

Serana. You know why.

Ulfric Stormcloak

OTHER NOTES

This was super long and annoying. Ugghhmm good for you if you made it all the way!!

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Estarossa - "Oh Dear"

🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•

In which I violently simp for a really hot man that's ridiculously underrated in the seven deadly sins fandom. Or; In which the horny has me in its vice-like clutches once more.

                                                                                                   

Seven deadly sins has me by the throat on this one. I saw Estarossa once and I'm already a lost cause. Like? Excuse me?

💜•♡•💜•♡•💜•♡•💜•♡•💜•♡•💜•♡•💜•♡•💜

💜•♡•💜•♡•💜•♡•💜•♡•💜•♡•💜•♡•💜•♡•💜

🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•

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[tinkerleaf]

Quiet Night

little short write. i meant to add chuuya, but it was easier this way.

✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

After hours and hours of vigorous fighting and bloodshed, the war was finally over. Even if it would only be fleeting, everything was calm in the moment.

Except for you. You had no idea what was going on. You had been knocked out after a rough battle. It left you unconscious for days, and the team was starting to get worried.

No one, however, was more concerned than Dazai. He didn't show it. but he was incredibly anxious about the situation. He watched your motionless body lay in the hospital bed in front of him. The moonlight caught your face in a peaceful expression, washing away some of the fear he held in his heart.

He leaned against the wall, his eyes heavy. He'd been at your side ever since you'd been in that bed, not moving a muscle. His eyes scanned over your face, impatiently waiting for you to open your eyes. He sighed as he stepped closer.

"You never know when to stop, do you?" He asked as if you could actually hear him. "You always have to put me through this." His voice was as soft as a whisper. He was tired of you pushing yourself too far, always hurting yourself in the process. You were undoubtedly strong, but he wondered how long it would be before you crossed the line, one final time.

After a few more hours, he found himself in the chair next to your bed, his eyes fluttering. He let out a tired sigh, allowing his head to fall back against the chair. He glanced back at you one last time before drifting off to sleep.

✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

[kimetsu-chan]

~with great power, comes great need to take a nap~

A/N: Was inspired by this playlist :3 credits to them for making it and giving me the idea!^^ (tagging @zenitsustherapist and @saffron0v0)

~Sypnosis~

Napping + corruption aftercare with Chuuya as he recovers because I said so

TWs ⚠️: GN!Reader bc we include everybody 👏😌 Dazai is low key a jerk- Chuuya is in pain, but it’s just mainly tooth rotting fluff. Might not be paced well, I apologize for that-

Spoilers for the cannibalism arc!

You weren’t expecting Lovecraft to be this strong, strong enough to need Chuuya’s corruption.

It was fascinating to watch the way he moved freely and destroyed anything in his path. It was a little terrifying, yes, but you knew you were safe since you were not on the receiving end of that power.

As always, Chuuya was able to strike down the enemy with remarkable speed, and Dazai was able to nullify his ability when he was done.

You watched in amusement at Dazai’s blatant lie about taking care of him, knowing the man would just walk off without a second thought about Chuuya.

Well, you didn’t mind caring for him, not in the slightest.

It was a little bit of a struggle to haul him back to his apartment after he had passed out, but you managed to get him on your back.

Thankfully, you knew where he kept his spare key and quickly unlocked the door. You kicked it shut behind you and trudged to his bedroom where you set his slowly awakening body down on his bed.

He slowly blinked his eyes open and groaned as a throbbing, nauseating pain enveloped his head. He lifted his body into more of a sitting position and his eyes landed on you taking his shoes off.

Realizing it was just you, and not just some random stranger, he fell back into a laying position with a huff and scowl.

You smiled as you tossed his shoes somewhere else in his dark room and walked to disappear into the bathroom.

You soon emerged with supplies to clean the blood from his face and skin and he peeked his eyes open ever so slightly to see your form walking towards him.

He exhaled loudly as he closed his eyes again, shivering slightly when a cold washcloth made contact with his face. He slowly relaxed into it, and was even snoring lightly by the time you were done.

When you were about to step away, but his hand shot out to grab your arm. He pulled you closer and eventually on the bed with him.

He scooted back and took the washcloth from your hand, tossing it on the bedside table before wrapping both arms and legs around your body.

“J’st… stay still, will ya…”

Well, you weren’t going to object.

Your arms wrapped around him and your fingers found their way to his scalp, massaging it gently.

He sighed loudly and snuggled into your embrace, falling asleep just as quickly as he did the first time.

A/N: THE ENDING SUCKED SO BAD- OMG IM SO SORRY-

Reblogs would be greatly appreciated! :D

I hope you enjoyed! <3

[truly-a-snitch]

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insecure gn!reader s/o with heterochromia

protective gn!reader s/o who is scared to lose him

blunt, judgmental gn!reader s/o

gn!s/o who is reserved in public but affectionate in private

drabbles

succubus reader (smut)

pegging him (smut)

ranpo

hcs

insecure gn!reader s/o with heterochromia

protective gn!reader s/o who is scared to lose him

gn!reader with a kitsune ability

!! platonic !! macabre teen!gn!reader

blunt, judgmental gn!reader s/o

insecure gn!reader s/o who struggles talking about interests

you fell first, but he fell harder - gn!reader

gn!reader s/o who can cook and bake

gn!s/o who is reserved in public but affectionate in private

drabbles

subbottom ranpo - bj + mild body worship (smut)

fukuzawa

hcs

!! platonic !! macabre teen!gn!reader

kunikida

hcs

blunt, judgmental gn!reader s/o

drabbles

subbottom kunikida - mild dacryphilia + anal (smut)

The Port Mafia

chuuya

hcs

gn!reader with a kitsune ability

blunt, judgmental gn!reader s/o

drabbles

succubus reader (smut)

pegging him (smut)

The Guild

[under construction]

The Decay of Angels

sigma

hcs

protective and caring gn!reader s/o

gn!s/o who is reserved in public but affectionate in private

drabbles

subbottom sigma - dacryphilia + praise (smut)

bram

hcs

sub bram and male reader (smut)

ivan

hcs

evil yaoi

The Hunting Dogs

[under construction]

[sirhyst]

Edgar Allan Poe (bsd) fluff alphabet (U - Z)

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Unique – What’s an unusual thing about them that’s oddly charming?

He will randomly reach out to touch you. He doesn’t mean to make uncomfortable, even though the first time it probably surprised you, but sometimes he moves without thinking. He tries to control it, especially if he’s with strangers, but when he’s with you, he’ll randomly sigh and feel your arms or your clothing because it gives him comfort.

Variety – Do they prefer to keep things the same, or spice it up?

Poe generally dislikes sudden changes, but he’s willing to explore something new with you once in awhile. Take things slow with him because he becomes overwhelmed easily. If you find it difficult to except change, he’s willing to give a little push without frustrating you.

Wash – What’s it like taking a bath with them, or helping them wash up after a fight?

Poe adores taking bubble baths with you. He loves when you sit in front of him with his arms wrapped around you. Most of the time he likes to lay on you though. He loves it when you tell him stories about your week (even if you’ve told him the same story twice, he just wants to hear your voice). He’s especially happy when you listen to him ramble about his stories and a case he worked on with Ranpo.

XO – How do they show you affection? How much PDA are they willing to show?

Poe doesn’t like drawing attention to himself, so at first, he’s nervous when it comes to PDA. He mostly kisses your cheek or holds your hand tightly when in public. Sometimes he’s struck with confidence and kisses you. There was time he saw another couple sharing a romantic moment and felt compelled to pull you into a hug and kiss you.

Yearn – What do they do when they miss you?

He writes about it, obviously. As mentioned before, Poe feels emotions more intensely than others, and it can become overwhelming for him. Writing it out helps him to let out those feelings of missing you. Poe can also become very distracted depending on how badly he misses you. While trying write his book or taking Karl on a walk, his mind wanders back to you. Don’t be surprise if he calls/texts you unexpectedly.

Zzz – How do they act when they get sleepy? How is it sleeping in the same bed?

If Poe knows he’s getting sleepy, he desperately tries to hide it, even at the cost of his own health. Please drag him to bed because he will stay up for 48 hours or more working on his book, but he’ll regret it later. Poe is a heavy sleeper, and that’s mainly because he’s running on 1 hour of sleep. Poe also talks his sleep. There are times where it’s become concerning where it sounds like he’s fighting someone, but overall it’s the cutest thing. He tends to touch you a lot while sleeping—feeling your arms, wrapping his legs around yours, etc.

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This ends the fluff alphabet! Going to TRY to work on the NSFW alphabet next, it probably be done in the same format (3-5 letters at a time). I’m also thinking I need to do a master list at some point so my account is easier to navigate.

[nian-7]

hellooo - I hope you are doing well! If it isn’t too much to ask, could I request a ranpo and kazuha with a gn!reader who accidentally broke something dear to them and is really upset about it that they’re brought to tears/start crying? (Like the reader broke something not kazuha or ranpo - just to be clear, sorry)

Hope that isn’t too much to ask for, thank you! Have a good day/night (��ｰ｀)

yep! no problem, enjoy!

Kazuha, Ranpo x gn!reader

✧accidentally breaking something of theirs

✧hurt/comfort(kazuhas), fluff ig?

-Kazuha is very understanding. He understands that you didn't mean to. He honestly comforts you more than he comforts himself. He just radiates comfort and assures you that it's alright.

-Yes, he is a bit down because of the item breaking but, it's not one of his top priorities. It can be replaced if needed, you're always his first priority!

-Even if it was something important to him, he knows it can be possibly repaired so he wouldn't get mad at you over it. He's very sweet and patient with the situation.

-" It's alright, please do not worry too much about it. "

-Ranpo pouts about it to say the least. You can't possibly hide the fact that you broke it accidentally from him. He'll know whether you tell him about it or not.

-It really depends with him. It could lead to him being quite indifferent about it and shrugging it off with no problem or him pouting and getting whiny.

-Rarely will he whine about it because it was just an object, he could easily have you buy him another one to make up for it or if it really wasn't useful, he could just mess with you for a bit and let it go.

-" Huhhh? How'd you manage to break it? Well! You'll just have to replace it then! "

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tags: @kizuraa