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prttykittes · 1 year ago

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i have sooo many ideas for fluff (surprise because all i think about is smut.) but i feel like dropping them all when that one bsd sh fic is done bc i dont wanna pressure you 😵‍💫

🦋 anon

Tumblr deleted that post, but your request was female reader dealing with sh and Anorexia with Dazai and chuuya! Sorry, I did post it but it got deleted •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀ so I rewrite it!

ෆ Dazai, Chuuya X Female!Reader [you/your/girlfriend]

— Synopsis:: Your boyfriend is hanging out and he notices that your acting different, he wants you to know that he is here for you!

CW. SH(selfh#rm), Anorexia, body issues, hugs, fluff/SFW, comforting, reader wears long sleeves shirt(Dazai) and dress(chuuya), reader has hair in Dazai's

A/N :: Boys comforting you, I hope your doing okay so far, 🦋 anon and anyone else!! Make sure to take care of your sh scars if you have any, don't want it to get infected:3 — written by a minor

[MASTERLIST] — (⁠ノ⁠^⁠_⁠^⁠)⁠ノ works in link!

DAZAI— he was watching you form the bed, your hands roaming around your body, feeling your stomach, hips. He continues to smile while you turn and turn, looking at yourself. "You doing something, beautiful?" He smirks, you smile and roll your eyes. You stop and let out a deep sigh, you fix your long sleeve shirt and turn towards the door. "I am going to brush my teeth, I don't think I did it..." You say, walking out. His smile gets down to a line, that was a lie. You did brush your teeth, he lies down and thinks. Should he go check up on you? He gets curious, I mean if he goes and checks. He would be a good boyfriend for worrying. He gets up and begins to walk towards the bathroom door, the door is closed and he puts his hand on the doorknob. He hears the sink and it's quite loud, he gently opens the door. He looks at the mirror, your not at the mirror but at the bathtub. He sees you slightly bend over, he angles himself so he can see what you were doing. He sees your arm moving, he sees a droplet of red. His eye narrows and he doesn't say anything, he closes the door and goes back in the room, you wash the blood away and bandage yourself up. Walking back and seeing Dazai play with his fingers on the bed, he lifts up his head and smiles at you, you smile back and lay down next to him. "I love you" he says, your eyebrow raises and you let out a chuckle. "Hm? I love you too, Dazai!" You smile and he embraces you, his arms wrapping around you. He plays with your hair while he sniffs it, you were confused. He didn't do this that often, he rubs your back. He kisses your forehead, he gently grabs your wrists, it stings a bit. He brings it up to his lips and kisses it, he mutters, "I love you so much" he continues to leave kisses over your arms and he rubs your stomach. You wonder if he found out, before you could speak up about it. "I am always here for you, sweetheart" he says, kissing your lips. He gives you a hug, wrapping himself around you forever until you both wake up.

CHUUYA— He watches you, turning around to show him the outfit. It was a long sleeve dress just what you wanted, it matches you. You were smiling, he pats your side and kisses your cheek. "You look beautiful" he mutters and rubs your hips. You smile and turn away from the mirror, you were facing him. You didn't like this outfit that much, the sleeves weren't that long and you had to keep pulling it down. He likes it but you weren't sure but the outfit. "Is there other ones?" You ask, he makes a hmm sound and he smiles. "I will go check" he says, he leaves the changing room and goes find some dresses with long sleeves. Your still in room and look at yourself, your hands were shaking slightly, the more you looked at yourself in the mirror, the more weird you look. You close your eyes, your heart was beating fast but then he opens the door. "I found two, love" he says, you smiles and turn to face him. He is holding up two dresses, he smiles and places them down. "Want me to help you?" He asks, you shake your head. You don't want him to look at your bandaged wrists and worry about it. "Nah, it's fine" you says he smiles and leaves the room. You pick up one of the dresses and look it, feeling the fabric and then you prepare to take off your dress. You were taking about too long and Chuuya opens the door, you didn't notice or heard it. Busy trying to taking off your dress then putting on the other dress. He closes the door, which is when you realize. You bite your lower lip, your stomach curls as you begin to overthink. Your hands shakily put on the dress. Making sure that the sleeves cover it. "You can come in now!" You yell out and the door opens, he smiles and softly spins your around. Did he see you or not? You wondered and he kisses your cheek, he hugs you. He rocks you gently, his orange hair in your face. You giggle and push him away gently, he pats your shoulder. "Don't be shy and tell me anything, if you want" he says, with a smiles on his face, you smile back at him. "Sure....just tell me as well" you say and he nods his head, you both do a pi my promise. "We should just get all three of them" he says. "Wha—?"

#kittytail #kittymilk #x reader #bsd x reader #dazai osamu x reader #female reader #tw.selfharm #tw selfharm #chuuya nakahara x reader #if anyone sees a post made by deaththestar #ignore it babes and stay safe #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader

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clownnotes-png · 10 months ago

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Regressor Alhaitham & CG Kaveh

Hurt/Minimal Comfort, Angst

—> Warning, this is incredibly sad and deals with serious topics (self-harm & suicide) do not read if regressed or those trigger you!! I wrote this purely for my own comfort and to cope.

The pristine counter warped under Alhaitham’s fingertips. The porcelain was cold and seemed to center him onto the world, tethered his mind back into his body rather than thousand of miles away.

Was he really going to do this?

The bottles bright plastic smeared in his vision - smeared like the blood on the tiles, his hands infecting everything it touches with his body. Leaving traces of him behind to haunt Kaveh, molecules can’t be easily cleaned off.

No. No, it’ll be fine. He taped his letter to the door and wrote to not come in. He said to call the cops, his last wish for the blond to not see him in the condition he will be. Live with the memories of him alive and healthy.

He’s the last person who cares, archons he hopes Kaveh can just do this for him.

Wiping the blurring tears from his eyes, Alhaitham reached out and grabbed the orange bottles - pill bottles. They were prescribed a while back, from a time Kaveh got injured on the job. They were never finished off cause the boy recovered faster than expected so they’ve just been sitting in the medicinal cabinet.

Well, they finally have a purpose again. Isn’t that laughable? They’re purpose now being to end rather than mend.

Alhaitham carefully pressed and twisted the cap, having to fight against the childproofing with his shaking hands. Anxiety was made to keep people alive and normally, in every rational situation, Alhaitham would know that means he needs to quit and let instincts take over.

But he wants it to stop. Every fiber of his being wants to fight against the survival instinct in this moment (archons he wants to live) and to end the constant shaking. End the whispers. End the fear. End the questions. End it.

So he dumps the bottle into his palm, there isn’t too many, just enough to hopefully overwhelm his system and cause a shut down.

Tears begin to brim, Alhaitham’s hands shake, and in a swift movement he drops the handful into his mouth and swallows (why why why).

And there’s nothing. For a moment Alhaitham feels normal besides the coughs that shake his rib cage and double him over - he’s never been good at taking medicine dry. It feels as though his brain was on jet lag with how it cycles through the events that happened slowly, replaying every decision he made.

And why did he do that?

Panic courses through his veins and Alhaitham wants nothing more than to sob. He’s always prided himself on being calm and rational, someone who thought through everything before he ever decided to act. This proves he isn’t.

Alhaitham is going to die, and it’s all his fault. He’s going to perish, Kaveh will find him, he will be traumatized, and have a subpar note as Alhaithams last words.

Before even Alhaitham processes where his mind is, he’s shakingly typing in Kavehs name, correcting the errors to the best of his ability. (oh god his fingers are numbing - or is it placebo?)

Much to Alhaithams luck, Kaveh answers within the first couple of rings. “Hey, what’s happening. You know I’m at work right?” He’s annoyed. Of course Kaveh would be, Alhaitham called him while he’s on site and he never does that.

But of course, a rapidly deteriorating and regressing mind cannot comprehend that. So, Alhaitham begins to cry. His tongue feels heavy and he just wants his dada. “Kavie..home, did mess up. Call..help? Dunno.”

Words feel like they’re vanishing and archons, Alhaitham is so so scared. “Goose? Hey hey, what’s going on. I’ll call help but first I need to know what happened.” Kaveh sounded so genuinely terrified, it made Alhaitham want to run because Dada never sounded like that.

“Was big, an’ felt so icky. Took, um, meds’in an’ lots of it.” A muffled sob played through the speaker. (oh Kaveh was crying over him). “Kavie..mm scared.”

Right now, Kaveh was also downright terrified but of course he’d never tell his little boy. There was nothing else he could do besides swallowing his fear and hoping, “Thats okay lovebug. I’m gonna have to put you on hold so Kavie can call help though okay?” Kaveh tried his best to breathe, but panic strangled his lungs and forced his body to exhale. “I’ll be right back. While I’m gone I want you to count the tiles for me, tell me how many there are when I’m back.”

That was something Alhaitham could do! He always loved counting the panels and tiles but right now, he was so tired. Alas he hummed and told his dada he would. Slowly he listed off the numbers in his head, trying to fight the droop in his eyelids and swallow back the saliva that pooled in his mouth.

15, that was the number Alhaitham made it to before his dada came back. Words muffled through quiet sobs as he asked if Alhaitham was still there. Not fully understanding the situation Alhaitham hummed, reporting back the number - he always had to tell Kavie.

“That’s amazing sweetie, when I get home we can finish okay? I’m on my way now.” Alhaitham hummed, energy feeling as though it was zapped out. “Hey bud, before I get there some scary men might come in okay? They’re safe, they’re gonna help you. I promise I’ll be there as soon as possible though.”

#He lives I promise #tw.suicide #tw.dissociation #tw.selfharm #genshin agere #fandom agere #🍼 kye writes

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