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“𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢’𝔡 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔤𝔬?”

osamu dazai, nakahara chuuya, ryunosuke akutagawa, dostoevsky fyodor

🧸💤 𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ; a thunderstorm is going on outside, loud bolts ringing in your ears. tonight was freezing, and all your clothes were tossed in the laundry, still washing. certainly, borrowing your boyfriend’s favorite hoodie wouldn’t be a big deal. it’s not like you were stealing it… without permission…

🧸💤 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 ; i might not post too frequently, i have a lot of projects upcoming for school, sorry ! posts will be slow, i just felt like writing for you guys today, so hope you enjoy my dearies.

🧸💤 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 ; sweet romance, fluff, safe for work, and more fluff !

🧸💤 𝔖𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 : get with u — clairo

ටʂąʍմ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

As booming thunder bolts strikes nearby you and Dazai’s shared apartment, the temperature starts to drop. You lover was in the shower, and you knew because he told you, however, his obnoxious singing makes it obvious too. Gee, he sings more than you do— in the shower, while combing his hair, out of nowhere to annoy you… though, he did have quite the voice when he wasn’t toying around… since he was occupied, that practically meant you could take his hoodies, right? He wouldn’t mind.

With that, you helped yourself to his wardrobe. You grabbed the handles, pulling them back as a few of his clothes fell on you. What did you expect? This was Dazai’s wardrobe after all. At least it was decently organized, he just threw a few clothes in there out of laziness. You bent over and picked the fallen clothes, putting it back nicely as your eyes scan his several hoodies, all oversized and either beige or some other kind of tan or brown hue. You decided to borrow his absolute favorite, which wasn’t too special, just really comfy, warm, and fuzzy in the inside.

You slip it on before scattering to the living room, small footsteps of yours catching Dazai’s attention as he turns off the shower. He shrugged and dries himself off, changing into a black hoodie and a pair of grey sweatpants… he goes to his wardrobe for the hoodie you stole… when he doesn’t seem to find it for the life of him. He headed to the living room, still drying his hair with a towel while approaching you.

—“Bellladooona~ Have you seen my—….” The brunette’s voice seems to trail off as you turn around, wearing his hoodie. He chuckled and smiled softly, going around the sofa and joining you on the comfy cushions. —“You look so adorable in my hoodie… C’mere…”

You and Dazai ended up fast asleep in the living room couch, snuggled up against each other, sharing the warmth of both of your bodies.

ហąҟąհąɾą ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

You sat alone on the soft mattress of you and Chuuya’s shared bed, which was high quality, as he was quite the wealthy one. Storming outside and now freezing cold… all you wanted was for your boyfriend to come home already. With a sigh, you turn on the tv with the remote… then, your eyes narrow to his closet. Your hoodies and jackets were washing right now, it wouldn’t hurt to just… “borrow” one, what’s the worst that could happen? You were sure your dear wouldn’t mind, 100% positive.

About a 2-3 hours after, the lover of yours arrived back home. He was tired as per usual, taking his time to remove his shoes and put his fedora on the coffee table, the warmth of the apartment causing him to sigh to contentment. He went to increase the temperature of the heater before he looked for you. He checked the living room, but you were nowhere to be seen. You were still in the bedroom. He decided to prepare some leftovers and eat a bit to regenerate his energy

The Port Mafia executive finished up and put his plate in the sink before heading upstairs to find you so cutely curled up in one of his pricey hoodies. It was simple with a few Japanese kanji lettering, but the fabric used was very top notch. It was a bit heavy but so warm and comfy… best of all, his cologne remained on it as he likes using it quite frequently,

—“You look so cute in ‘m hoodie, pretty… I could just eat you up. I’m going to wash up, then we can cuddle together and do whatever you want, okay? Wait for me.”

When Chuuya finished showering, he exited the bathroom dressed in another one of his most expensive hoodies and cuddled with you until you both fell asleep with the tv still playing the series you both were originally watching.

འվմղօʂմҟҽ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Soft raindrops rolling down the window and the crescent moon illuminating a gentle pale light into the room, brightening up the rather pitch black bedroom that you and Akutagawa shared. You laid on the bed, playing with the strings of your plushie like a small, innocent child who was lost in the void. You were pouting slightly because Akutagawa wasn’t here to snuggle you against you right now. All you could do was wait, after all, he didn’t really commit to coming at a specific time. As the storm raged on outside, it got progressively colder.

Your clothes were still drying in the laundry room, and that included most of your sweatshirts, jackets, or any long-sleeves you had, leaving you with only a blanket to rely on for warmth. Unless… your eyes travel to Akutagawa’s wardrobe. He was a sweetheart despite the tough exterior he puts on, you knew he wouldn’t mind. Throwing the blanket off the side, you went to open his wardrobe and borrow a random black and red hoodie.

As you slipped his hoodie onto your body, you heard the door unlocking from downstairs. You stepped down the stairs and glided on the wooden floors with your socks, bumping into Akutagawa as he secured you with his warm embrace. His expression seemed to soften as he kissed your forehead.

—“Heh, what’s up with the attire? Is… that my hoodie?… You look… good in it.”

The Diablo cooed softly in your ear as you took his pale hand and led him upstairs as soon as he removed his shoes. He changed up in another bathroom before you dragged him in the bedroom, giving him no option but to cuddle you until you both fall asleep during this stormy night. And he had not problem with it, he didn’t protest at all.

Ꭰօʂէօҽѵʂҟվ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Puddles of water were scattered all over the road, cars running over it and causing it to splash all over the sidewalk, the skies going increasingly cloudy as thunder strikes. You observed everything outside from your window, the small stars brightening up the night sky nicely as the buildings of Yokohama shut down their lights and closed. You were sitting in the reading book. You found something nostalgic in just enjoying the outside, the full moon getting surrounded by the dark atmosphere accompanied by the shining stars was quite the sight.

Despite how tranquil it felt, the degrees were dropping quickly at the same time. You couldn’t help but shiver, your hands instinctively but involuntarily tugging the blanket closer to you. When was Fyodor going to get home? Should you message him? You miss him. He was the only thing on your mind right now. You made up your mind and decided to ask your terroist boyfriend if he was near. Meanwhile, you helped yourself to his closet with no hesitation because you knew her wouldn’t mind, borrowing a dark purple hoodie of his.

You received a rather instant response as soon as you delivered the message. —“Already hime, unlocking the door…” After reading the text, you sighed and waited for him to enter the room while burying your face in the sleeves of his hoodie. It was like a hand warmer, except for your entire body. It was so relaxing that you couldn’t help but feel drowsy. That was when you snapped out of your trance and looked up to see Fyodor staring at you with a slight chuckle emitting from his lips.

—“How was your day, myshka? I see you’re quite comfortable. Do you mind if I join you? Let me change first.”

You watched your Russian lover remove his fluffy ushanka hat and taking random clothes, changing elsewhere before returning to you. The reading nook was just as comfortable as the bed, so he didn’t mind this. Plus, it was more relaxing with the sounds of the rain as long as you ignore the loud booming sounds of thunder outside. You adjusted yourself, letting Fyodor lay down first before laying on top of him, his arms wrapping around you to make sure you don’t fall off. There, you both slept well, enjoying each other’s company.

[lissrissye]

“𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔰…” | bungo stray dogs (bsd)

osamu dazai, nakahara chuuya, ryunsouke akutagawa, gogol nikolai, dostoevsky fyodor

🪻𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ; you are weeping because you feel insecure… they, of course, wouldn’t leave you alone just like that. they come into the room to comfort you, attempting to reassure you and tell you just how perfect you are… because you are ! <3

🪻 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 ; i lowkey got this idea since i was feeling so damn insecure earlier today <3 but just remember your self worth, pooks! you’re literally worth the world, so love yourself and be confident, mi amor ! try to stay positive, and compliment yourself because you fucking deserve it !

🪻 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 ; fluff, sweet romance, safe for work, comfort, angst

𝒪𝓈𝒶𝓂𝓊 𝒟𝒶𝓏𝒶𝒾 — 太宰治

The keys inserted in the keyhole as Dazai twists it, unlocking the door after a day of investigating tiring cases. A huff escapes his lips softly as he pushes the door open, the fresh scent of home meeting his nostrils. He slips off his tan trench coat, letting it drop off his shoulders as he hangs it on the coat rack at the enterance with the first instinct to look for you. You were his first priority.

A soft noise of a sobbing seeps from the bedroom. You were the only one in the house, so Dazai rushes to the bedroom to see your silhouette in the dim room, the gentle moonlight illuminating a soft pearly white light. He walks to your side with an empathetic frown, bending down. —“Are you okay, belladonna? Please don’t be afraid to express your worries to me, my dear.”

You slowly turn your head to your brunette lover, a quiet cry coming from you as you reach over to embrace him for comfort. Osamu obliges happily, wrapping his arms around you and nodding as you vent to him. He sees his past self in you, and he wishes to protect you… he doesn’t want you to go through the things he had to learn from. He doesn’t want you to get hurt. No, no never. —“I get it, belladonna. Keep going, let it all out and do my hold back. It will only pain you more to bottle everything up. Trust me, I know from personal experience, and I don’t want you to go through the same things I had too.”

𝒩𝒶𝓀𝒶𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶 — 中原中也

With a glass of wine in hand, Chuuya returns from the bar after a mission complete for the Port Mafia. All he wishes is a refreshing, undisturbed 7 hours of sleep at the very least. He reaches for his keys as the keyhole accepts it with ease, the door making a soft click as it’s unlocked. He twists the handle, too lazy to even push it open, so he just uses his weight for it to swing open. He kicks off his glossy black shoes while heading inside to look for you.

—“Hmmph— pretty? Where are ‘ya…?” The executive calls out your name several times to receive no response. With a groan, he sets down his glass of liquor on the coffee table and heads up the stairs… he checks the kitchen, the living room, the restroom, the guest room… then eventually, after walking around the house, the only option was you were in your guy’s shared bedroom. Chuuya grabs into the handle and opens the door, as you didn’t put much thought into locking it.

With wide eyes, the first thing he sees is you, sitting on the cold floor while holding your knees, softly rocking back and forth. His first assumption is that someone had hurt you, though his blue orbs couldn’t discover any injuries on you. He sighs while approaching you, immediately cradling you in his arms and putting you up on the bed. —“Shhh, don’t cry… You boyfriend is here. Tell me everything, okay? Let me relive your stress and release the weight off your shoulders. You don’t have to hold it in anymore.” As you explain to ginger darling that you’re feeling insecure, he listens intensely… —“Don’t be insecure, you’re fucking gorgeous, Ma chėrie…”

𝑅𝓎𝓊𝓃𝑜𝓈𝓊𝓀𝑒 𝒜𝓀𝓊𝓉𝒶𝑔𝒶𝓌𝒶 — 芥川龍之介

After a day with Atsushi, Akutagawa was irritated and tired. He despised working with the jinko more than anything. Slowly stepping up the stairs leading up to the door, he searched his pockets for his keys. He then had to took the time to find the right key for the front door, making him grumble softly. Finally, he positioned the key with the keyhole, letting it slip in as he turned the key.

With a sigh, the Diablo placed his keys on the coffee table and bent down to remove his shoes, frequently putting it his hand over his mouth to cough. You haven’t answered his text messages, which made him quite concerned. He heard soft whimpering, as if someone tried to be silent. It came from the living room. He quickly made his way there only to find you curled up in a blanket, a pillow buried in your face. You sounded so vulnerable, dread and sorrow washing over you… Akutagawa hated seeing you like this, it pained his heart.

—“Hey— hey, hey… why are you crying? Are you hurt, are you okay? Please, please tell me…” Your black haired lover gently extracted the pillow from your grasp, cupping your face with his hands. He was silently panicking because he didn’t know how to comfort someone as he himself never experienced it except from you, so he tried to intimidate his actions. Despite being terrible at it, you appreciate it because he was attempting, and doing his absolute best to make you feel better. —“Do you want to… cuddle? Maybe eat snacks?… Erm…”

𝒢𝑜𝑔𝑜𝓁 𝒩𝒾𝓀𝑜𝓁𝒶𝒾 —ゴーゴリニコライ

After a day of annoying Fyodor and terrorizing innocent citizens for fun, Nikolai skipped to the front door and immediately started to unlock the door as quickly as he could. He created this sort of challenge for himself, how quick could he open the door everyday. Well, let’s just say Nikolai wasn’t too normal. Okay, far from the ordinary human being. With a hum, he managed to head inside in approximately 15 seconds or so. It took him a bit to decipher which key was for the door.

—“Oh, oh my little angel!~ Where are you?~ I need you to help me clean blood stains of my clothes, pretty please~ I’ll find you if I need too!~” The jester cooed your name softly, his voice reaching your ears because of the echos in the hallway. His voice was accompanied with a maniacal giggle. He didn’t bother to remove his shoes and skipped away to the restroom to one, see if you were there, and two, to wash the blood stains on his white clothes. With a soft hum, he switched the light on to see you on the ground, covering your stomach.

—“Hm?~ My beautiful dove?~” Nikolai couldn’t help but feel empathy for you, as he couldn’t lie that he felt something wash over him as he watched you in this state, all vulnerable. He bend down, first spraying some cologne to attempt to cover up the horrible stench on the blood on his clothes. —“Shhh, shhh~” He whispered softly on your ear, a bit stiff when it came to comforting you but he did his best and started to make jokes to try to make you laugh.

𝒟𝑜𝓈𝓉𝑜𝑒𝓋𝓈𝓀𝓎 𝐹𝓎𝑜𝒹𝑜𝓇 — ドストエフスキー・

A long, long day that felt like eternity with Nikolai annoying him, Fyodor was finally home. A soft grunt of exhaustion emerged from him as he checks his pockets for his keys, patting it down until he feels a bulge. He shoves his hand in that pocket and profess to find which key unlocks the front door. He makes sure not to loose it as he pushes it in the keyhole and twists it.

—“Myshka, I’m home.” The terrorist spoke softly, removing his shoes accompanied by his fluffy ushanka hat. When he noticed you aren’t running towards him as per usual, he tilts his head slightly in confusion. He walks around the house to look for you because you were acting very strange. He didn’t even have to see you to even know. As he approached the living room, he turns his head to the sofa to see two blankets covering you. You eeemed to attempt on hiding from him at first.

Fyodor did not hesitate to rush by your side. Cruel, heartless, brutal. Those were the words he received from the public as a unregretful terrorist. Though, you could argue with that just now as he scooped you up immediately and sat beside you, treating you like a princess. Fyodor could already tell what was happening as well, you didn’t have to tell him you were insecure. It made you feel better because you wouldn’t have to speak. He whispered sweet praises in your ear to show you how much of a precious treasure you are to him… —“You’re absolutely stunning and perfect the way you are, my dear… don’t change that.”

[lissrissye]

𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔡𝔦𝔡𝔫’𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫 𝔦𝔱, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔯…

osamu dazai, nakahara chuuya, & ryunosuke akutagawa

𓆩⛈𓆪 synopsis ; you are in a heated arguement with them, and suddenly, they yell something that offends you. but… they weren’t thinking straight, and they attempt on making it up to you afterwards. they never meant to hurt you…

𓆩⛈𓆪 notes ; i might begin to do angst, however, im unsure yet. most likely I’ll be switching between angst and romance/fluff, they’re my favorite genres ! if you want to request any, just comment and i’ll likely to respond in a instant !

𓆩⛈𓆪 genre : angst, slight fluff at the end

♡ OSᗩᗰᑌ ♡

You and Dazai have gotten into an argument. In the beginning, he just had an awful day at work. He told you several times to just leave him be, but you were concerned of course, so you kept approaching him, asking him if he’s okay and if he needs anything. You were just being a loving girlfriend, but he was not in his right mind right now. He proceeded to respond negatively to your consideration, not appreciating it at the moment. You, however, you were stubborn. You continued to offer him snacks to relieve stress before he, out of the blue, yells at you.

—“Jusy shoo, you’re pestering me! I don’t need you to care for me.” Your detective boyfriend huffed and rubbed his temples. Of course, he meant none of it, he just wasn’t himself at the current moment. Despite knowing this, it still felt like a punch in the guts. I mean, you were just trying to care for him, was that so bad? The mere moment he heard you sniffle slightly, visibly shaken by his scolding, he feels remorse slap him in the face. And yet, his pride won’t let him admit he’s wrong first— at least not now.

However, he then notices you began to keep a distance from him and he instantly felt troubled, since he knew it was all because of him. Your brunette lover approached you as you were cooking in the kitchen. You avoided his touch as he tried wrapping his arms around to for an embrace, and it only made him frown. How is he supposed to make up for this one?

—“Hey, hey, woah… why are you moving away from me? Belladonna, you know I didn’t mean what I said, please forgive me… I’ll make it up to you, what do you want? Come back to me…”

♡ ᑎᗩKᗩᕼᗩᖇᗩ ♡

You and Chuuya often get into arguments, yes. It’s often because he was short-tempered, and you both always make up. Though, today was quite different. It was like any other argument. You and your love began to give each other the silent treatment and per usual. You went out to avoid him while he just drank his worries away. Normally, Chuuya would’ve swallowed his pride and apologize by now, so that was the first strange thing. Perhaps he was just extra stubborn today, you had no clue, but you were definitely perplexed. Despite his pride, he would still apologize first because he was possessive of you.

—“Stupid woman, always botherin’ and startin’ arguments with me. So fuckin’ annoying, for the love of god.” You heard you PM executive beloved renting about you to someone in the phone. You didn’t like it at all, not one bit. You stormed off, feeling childish and sensitive for letting your ginger-haired boyfriend get under your skin so effortlessly with just a few words, but that kind of crap still hurts, so who could blame you? I mean, your own love talking shit about you hurts like hell, doesn’t it?

The next night, Chuuya returned from work and went to your guy’s shared bedroom to see you sitting on the mattress, fetal position with the blanket all the way to your lips. You were visibly upset, and Chuuya already knew why. He sighed as remorse ate him from the inside. With his teeth, he took his black gloves off, then approached you. You were a bit stubborn and turned away from him, which he wouldn’t let slide, as he grabbed you chin roughly.

—“Hey, my pretty girl… don’t give ‘m that attitude, you know I don’t like it… don’t you dare look away from me either. Look, i’ll say it, I’m sorry. You can stop sulkin’ now, you know that it makes me feel so damn bad…”

♡ ᖇYᑌᑎOᔕᑌKE ♡

Oh good god, what did you do to make Akutagawa angry at you? Well, it wasn’t necessarily your fault. You accused him of cheating at first because of how distant he’s been with you recently. He was offended really, and started to raise his voice at you, which led to bickering, then you two ignoring eachother at the Port Mafia. Akutagawa either gave you a slight scowl or disapproving look when he met your eyes, and you did the same. You both were too stubborn to apologize first. Akutagawa went and complained about you to Tachihara.

Then, when you both had to go on a mission together, Akutagawa scoffed and crossed his arms. He purposely kept a distance for you and stared indifferently. —“You’re an pathetic… I should just leave you in the dust. You just distract me anyways.” The Diablo spoke, making you feel really terrible, like a brutal slap on the face. Your dark-haired boyfriend didn’t even realize what he was saying because he was so agitated right now, all because of an small accusation. This all could’ve been avoided if one of you would just apologize…

—“You know, I only dated you because I felt pity for you. You kept chasing me like a mutt, and—“ Akutagawa continued before pausing, coughing slightly, then realizing you had stopped walking with him. That part what he said was actually partially true, he only started to date you to shut you up since you kept following him around and telling him how much you love him. Though, one part he didn’t include was that he did start to fall for you in the end. Now, because you mean something to him, he felt instant remorse and sighed, turning back to see your reaction.

You were obviously hurt as you notice your lover looking back at you… concerned? Tears already rolled down your cheek, then dropping to the ground. You wiped them away quickly since you didn’t want to look vulnerable, and just continued on with the mission in silence. —“God damn it— sweetheart? I didn’t mean it… it’s not like that, I promise you it isn’t… if it makes you feel better I’ll— uhh… apologize.”

[lissrissye]

𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔭𝔲𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔲𝔭 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪… 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫?

✿•˖* ㅤ synopsis ; they bought you makeup when you went shopping yesterday. you wanted to test it out on them because they had the perfect features! long eyelashes, plump lips, etc. (or you just did it for fun-)

✿•˖* notes ; i got lazy so i may or may not post the “they slap you during an argument”, sorry ya’ll ! 😭🙏💗

✿•˖* includes ; osamu dazai, nakahara chuuya, ryunosuke akutagawa, edgar allan poe, and fyodor~ ❥

✿•˖* genre ; sweet romance, fluff, safe for work !

ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ ᴅᴀᴢᴀɪ is quite playful when you first asked if you could apply your makeup on him. He doesn’t mind at all, and he likes to play around with you as you test your makeup on him. He has soft, plump lips, so you decided putting some of your brand new lipsticks on him. The bratty brunette smudges the pink lipstick with his thumb once you take a step back to see how it looks. His specialty is to annoy you, really. Of course, you crossed you arms at him, but he just charmingly smirked at you in response, making your heart melt. —“Do I look like a beautiful princess?~”

You hated how he could just get away with anything with that smirk you loved oh too much. As you started to put eyeliner on your beloved, since he has perfect-shaped eyes, your beloved just decided to move around and mess you up. At this point, he was irritating you.

You had to offer him cuddles and kisses later for him to cooperate. You took a step back, taking a quick picture before you were about to wipe the makeup off him. However, he wanted to show it off… He ended up walking around Yokohama with the full-face of makeup on, not ashamed. You were humiliated by your detective lover’s behavior.

ɴᴀᴋᴀʜᴀʀᴀ ᴄʜᴜᴜʏᴀ is annoyed when you request to put your makeup on him. He accepted in the end, but it took a lot of begging—… you had to go on your knees and plead him with your sad, adorable puppy eyes. Your arrogant, ginger-haired boyfriend could never say “no” to you anyways, you were his only weakness. During the process, he would complain, grumble, or groan loudly to get your attention, trying to demonstrate just how much he doesn’t like this at all.

—“Just know I’m only doing this because I know nobody else would put up with this bullshit.” The Port Mafia executive spoke with his signature scowl as you put mascara on him. You know just how much he despised being or looking vulnerable and inferior, especially in front of you. Though, he secretly enjoys this moment because he’s with you. That was the one benefit to him in this. You didn’t notice it, but a soft smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as you were occupied looking for blush.

Once you turned around, he quickly dropped the grin of his and acted all tough and irritated again. He was trying not to smile so hard… you look so excited, it was adorable to him. He had to look away to prevent himself from letting a smirk come across his face.

ʀʏᴜɴᴏꜱᴜᴋᴇ ᴀᴋᴜᴛᴀɢᴀᴡᴀ is flustered when you abruptly approach him with the objective to test your brand new makeup products on him. He was surprised at first, then his face slowly turned red in embarrassment. He didn’t want to just shoo you away, but at the same time, he doesn’t want to look pathetic with makeup on… those sad, pleading eyes of yours looking up at him… how could he just send you off?

—“Fine, just not to much… okay, my… lo-love?” Your dark-eyed dear told you. He was such a sweetheart in the interior, hesitating to call you a cute name, even as simple as ‘my love’, since the poor boy had never received love before, making it difficult for him to be romantic with you. When you sat him down, you feel his body is tense. He was unsure about this. You then instructed him to shut his eyes tight so you can put eyeshadow on him. He was obedient despite how much it hurt ego. After you’ve finished putting eyeshadow on Akutagawa’s eyelids, you noticed his cheeks a warm, pink hue.

—“Huh, I don’t recall applying blush on your cheeks…” You thought, and in response, Akutagawa just looked away in silence. He tried avoiding the subject so you wouldn’t realize he was really flustered because of you.

ᴇᴅɢᴀʀ ᴀʟʟᴀɴ ᴘᴏᴇ is shy when you distracted him from writing his mystery novel for Ranpo to solve, with the desire of adding your makeup products to test on him. He immediately looked away with a bright, cherry-red face as you sat on his lap, putting your products on his desk and moving his novel aside for a moment. With shaky hands, her puts his hands on your hips to support you, as the last thing he wanted was for you to fall off his lap.

—“Ok-okay… please don’t overdo it th-though, sweetheart…” Your timid darling spoke in a quiet voice as you start to put foundation on his face. You lifted the hair from his face just to see him already looking down at you with a gentle, loving and affectionate look. He allowed you to tap foundation on his forehead, use your brush to put blush on his cheeks, use mascara on him, etc. He was okay with it as long as you didn’t use to much of your products on him.

When you had finished, he turned you around so he could continue working on his novel with you on his lap. He felt very hot, so you wondered if he had a fever. In reality, he was just so humiliated that his entire body felt hot.

ᴅᴏꜱᴛᴏᴇᴠꜱᴋʏ ꜰʏᴏᴅᴏʀ is neutral when he felt your arms embrace his torso from behind, seeking to use your makeup products on him. He turned around, carrying you to your shared bedroom, setting you down and sitting on the bed. You sprinted to your desk, grabbing hold of all the new products he had purchased for you.

—“You have my permission, myshka. Just as long you remove it once your done.” Fyodor cooed with a soothing voice in your ear, stroking your smooth hair with his pale, cold hands. You smiled brightly as you reached for red lipstick and lipgloss to start off with. It was wine-red, and your terrorist beloved seemed to enjoy the color. He kissed your cheek as soon as you finished layering the lipstick with lipgloss, leaving a mark on your cheek. He knew just how to fluster you. You didn’t even bother to rub it off and just proceeded to put highlighter at the corner of his eyes, as well as contour on his nose, etc.

As you were finishing up putting highlighter on your boyfriend’s nose, Fyodor was in a trance, captivated by your beauty, as if he got hypnotized by you. Though, your didn’t pick up on this.

[lissrissye]

𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶’𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔭𝔞𝔦 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔄𝔶𝔞𝔫𝔬… 🔪💗

ੈ✩‧₊˚ synopsis : it’s valentine’s Day… you gathered all your courage, and with that, you decided that you will confess to them, and ask them to be your valentine!!~ however… there was someone else with him … if he can’t be yours, then nobody should… they can’t have him.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ content warning : mentions of blood, slaughter, corpses, extreme violence, gore, jealously, etc. please click off if you feel uncomfortable !

ੈ✩‧₊˚ including : hyoma chigiri, seishiro nagi, yoichi isagi, and meguru bachira !

ੈ✩‧₊˚ genre : horror !

ੈ✩‧₊˚ notes : be aware, I don’t watch Bluelock, I just know some of it because of my friends. so i apologize if their personalities are off, I’m googling them— also, again, the context below may be very triggering, so PLEASE click off if you feel uncomfortable. if my post it to much, please tel me and i will refrain from writing violence.

ちぎり ⚽️ ʜʏᴏᴍᴀ ᴄʜɪɢɪʀɪ ⚽️ ひょうま

You had a bouquet of roses with an envelope in between the cherry red flowers, and a box of chocolate. It was Valentine’s Day, the day for love … the day for couples … the day for confessions. Just thinking about Chigiri makes your mind run wild. Anything could happen!~

You sprinted down the halls, peeking the corner just to see another girl blushing while handing Chigiri some flowers. Your heart sunk… Chigiri was yours, and yours only! … Nobody else can have him … you had his favorite flowers, not her … the worst part? Chigiri looked interested … she can’t have him ! Never, never, never, never, never …

You waited for the girl to then the corner, asking as if you were just walking by. Purposely, you bump into her, making her fall backwards. In order ego give her a false sense of trust, you help her up with a kind smile. But really? You wanted to twist her arm right then and there … though, not in front of Chigiri, then he’d think you’re a monster … you were only watching over him, it’s not even anything bad ! Now, is it ?…

The girl thanked you with gentle and sweet eyes … she was too delicate. Was that why Chigiri liked her? You hate it, but it’s good to know. The bell soon rang, and so it meant dismissal time. However, you quickly caught up to the girl, telling her that she had a bit of period blood on her skirt. This was completely false. You walked her to the bathroom. A few other students in there just left as they were fixing their hair or makeup. You closed the door, leading her to one of the stalls and grabbing a piece of tissue, handing it to her. When she was looking for any blood on her skirt… you pressed her against the stall door, banging he head on the door repeatedly until she blacked out and bled before stuffing her head in the toilet. You quickly fled the scene … Chigiri was yours, you would never let anyone take him away from you … he was the one that made you see colors in this cruel world, you wouldn’t leave him …

Your plan succeeded. The student was eliminated, you weren’t questioned, and police closed the case without suspecting you as the murderer ….

凪清 ⚽️ ꜱᴇɪꜱʜɪʀᴏ ɴᴀɢɪ ⚽️ 史郎

You’ve been obsessing over Seishiro for a very long time now. Ever since he helped you up, he brightened your entire world … he may only be one man, though, he was the only reason why your heart started beating again. You couldn’t see it, but you obsession just increased more and more. You dedicated your room to him and write about him in your journal everyday.

It was Valentine’s Day … you bought Seishiro a small bottle of cologne, a box of chocolate, and a teddy bear. Everything was perfect !! Except for one thing … Seishiro had a lover. Of course, you saw the two holding hands with Seishiro gifting his girlfriend a box of chocolate, a bouquet of roses, and matching shirts … that should’ve been you! You scowled, dropping the items and pulling on your hair. You were like a volcano about to explode … you had to get rid of her … now. And you knew exactly how.

It was the end of class, meaning it was lunch time. Seishiro’s girlfriend was still packing her things while Seishiro waited at a cafeteria table. You left the class with everyone else, but once the halls were clear and everyone was in the cafeteria, you took another door inside the classroom. You pulled out a small dagger and hid it behind your back. —“Hey, h/n! Do you need help with that?” You asked softly, and h/n nodded in response. You didn’t want to just catch her off guard since she’d scream. She was thanking you until …

You stabbed her in the back, with no remorse. With a crazed look your face, you slashed her neck, leaving a huge, bleeding cut. You then quickly shoved her corpse in a locked as well as her backpack and things, shutting it quietly before dropping the knife, making sure you don’t leave you fingerprints on it as you used your sleeve. She was finally eliminated, it gave you satisfaction and satisfaction only … you finally had a chance ! All you had to do now was comfort Seishiro who was obviously completely devastated after the situation was announced on the speakers. You reassured him and stayed by his side, the two of you growing closer to eachother.

Your mission was accomplished. The police didn’t suspect you as the killer, and suspected the last student that left the class as the murderer instead …

伊佐 ⚽️ ʏᴏɪᴄʜɪ ɪꜱᴀɢɪ ⚽️ 木洋

You woke up almost immediately before your alarm even went off. You double-checked your calendar … it was indeed the day for love, Valentine’s Day! Nothing and nobody else mattered, just Isagi … you pictured the two of you guys holding hands together under a cherry blossom tree, daydreaming for a few moments before quickly getting ready for school.

You grabbed the items you planned to give to Isagi … a stuffed animal, his favorite animal, a book of his favorite author, and a box of chocolates. Basic, though you knew he was going to love it ! It was just that he was quite pipular, so of course, many other female students surrounded him, wanting to be his Valentine …. Of course. You observed the group of ladies surrounding Isagi, writing each of their names on a piece of paper…

After writing all the female’s names, you proceeded wrote a small letter for each student. It was a letter to threaten and scare them off … luckily, Isagi didn’t choose anyone for his valentines yet. You slid all the letters into the girl’s lockers, and one in your own so you wouldn’t be suspected as someone behind all this. This was during lunch time when the halls were empty… after all, if anyone went in you and Isagi’s way, you will not hesitate to resort to violence …

When lunch finally ended and everyone went to the locker to grab their books, every female that had surrounded Isagi from earlier had gasped as your letter fell on them as soon as they opened their locker. You made it seemed as if you got the same letter and acted surprised. Everyone looked around …

After school hwieved, you went to Isagi to ask if he could be your valentine shyly, staring at the ground while shifting you weight from one side to another. He … accepted ! You couldn’t be happier. Anyone who overheard didn’t suspect a thing either since they saw you get a letter as well, so they just thought you were brave…

めぐる ⚽️ ᴍᴇɢᴜʀᴜ ʙᴀᴄʜɪʀᴀ ⚽️ バチラ

You arrived at school first before anyone else. Why? Because today was Valentine’s Day, and you had promised yourself to ask Bachira to be your valentine today … you couldn’t let anyone steal him, now could you ? As soon as the other students, you immediately xmained the crowd insanely, looking for the one you obsessed oh so much over … he was the purpose of your life, you were convinced the two of you were just meant to be, that the two of you were soulmates.

Finally! You spotted Bachira, then you see the school’s cheerleader flirting with him, shaking her damn rear in his face. What angered you the most? Bachira, being the eccentric guy he is, flirted back with the cheerleader … oh how you just wanted to push her to the ground and punch her face … you were going to do something with her, and it wasn’t going to be good.

You had chemistry with that same cheerleader. Before class, you poured some gasoline in the cheerleader’s beaker. You knew the potions you guys would use today would create an explosion, so you put gas in hopes it would catch that bratty cheerleader on fire. You weren’t going to have mercy to her or anyone who would get in your way of having Bachita.

Once it was chemistry, the teacher instructed everyone to pour the clear liquid on the desk inside the beaker, so that’s what everyone did. You heard a scream of distress and held back a sinister smirk while turning your head to the cheerleader who was on fire, a student quickly putting in the flames with the emergency extinguisher. Everyone’s faces froze in horror.

As for the investigation, the police failed to catch the murderer, you. You had smashed the cameras so there was no evidence. All fingers were then pointed on the teacher, as he was the only one in the classroom as day …

[lissrissye]

If Demon slayer is the most chosen, should I write about Hashiras or Uppermoons?

If Bungou stray dogs is the most chosen, should I write about Port Mafia, Detective Agency, Decay of Angels, or Guild?

If other is chosen, comment what you want me to write about. For example, Genshin Inpact.

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𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔲𝔞𝔤𝔢 !?~

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ synopsis : ADA members love language. physical touch, acts of service, quality time, words of affirmation, and gift giving. which one is their love language?

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ warnings and notes : includes Osamu Dazai, Nakajima Atsushi, Edogawa Ranpo, Doppo Kunikida, Akiko Yosano, and Miyazawa Kenji x F!Reader/ A!Reader. Also, SOME OF YOUR GUYS USERNAMES ARE SCARING ME 😰)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ genre : romance, fluff, safe for work

太宰 ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ ᴅᴀᴢᴀɪ ? 治

Dazai’s love language is definitely physical touch. He’s frequently whiny and pouty whenever you aren’t pampering him, even if it’s just for a moment. He doesn’t let you do you paperwork, so you’ll most likely have him on your lap as you work or vice versa. He doesn’t want to let you go.

The only time the detective would give you some space is if you really insisted it, you need to use the restroom, or if you are on a mission without him. Of course, he still throws a small dramatic, playful tantrum, but he reluctantly lets you go in the end. However, if you aren’t doing anything important in the restroom, like washing your hands in the restroom or anything that you don’t really need much privacy for, Dazai would be embracing you from behind with his chin on your shoulder, watching you do whatever you’re doing.

•·.·'ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ'·.·•

You were cooking in the kitchen, preparing Dazai’s favorite food, boiled crab. You were actually quite the chef, and naturally, feet moving quickly and hands moving efficiently. You were placing the crab in a huge pot for it to steam, but shivered slightly as a pair of familiar cold, bandaged wrapped around your waist. Of course, it was your brown-haired lover, Dazai, pestering you even as you cook. He was extremely clingy. It’s only been a few minutes too. —“Be-ll-a-do-nn-a~” He whispers sweetly in your ear, distracting you as you cook. His favorite thing to do. You sigh, muttering his name softly with slight embarrassment. You were a bit flustered, you couldn’t lie. It showed on your pink, blushing face too. There was no excuse for it. Dazai teased you about this all day.

You and your suicidal boyfriend were off for the day. What did you do that entire day? Well, Dazai kind of just followed you everywhere. You went to run some errands and purchase some groceries, etc. Dazai came along, skipping beside you happily as you grab something up the shelf. He loved humiliating you in public, so he lifted you up when you struggle’s to grab hold of the food at the top of the shelf. Silly Dazai being his goofy self.

中島 ɴᴀᴋᴀᴊɪᴍᴀ ᴀᴛꜱᴜꜱʜɪ ? 敦

Atsushi’s love language would probably be acts of service. He was just a pure and innocent angel, he loved doing things for you. You were always appreciative of him and usually rewarded him with a kiss, a hug, etc. He would do anything either way though, he doesn’t need anything in return, but damn, those kisses or hugs you gave him in return was surely a bonus, and he wasn’t complaining at all.

The poor weretiger just couldn’t explain how he felt. The warmth he feels inside and the fluttering in his stomach makes him go slightly red. Whenever he does something for you, he thinks about you during the process. He normally has thoughts like, —“I wonder what y/n is doing right now~..” or, —“I want y/n to tell me about her day…”

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙

You just back from a tiring case. Atsushi was home earlier than you because you decided to investigate one last crime scene for the night. You groaned, dreading the idea of having to cook because you were already worn out and absolutely exhausted. However, a delicious aroma met your nostrils. You walk to the kitchen, noticing Atsushi preparing a bowl of ramen for you. He was putting some extra protein in it. With a smile, you pressed your soft, pluno lips against his forehead to show your gratitude, thanking him. Atsushi literally melted, shyly smiling as he avoids eye contact and turns a soft, cherrry red.

江戸 ᴇᴅᴏɢᴀᴡᴀ ʀᴀɴᴘᴏ ? 川乱歩

Ranpo’s love language is words of affirmation, hands down. Yes, he loves all the praises everyone else gives him for being a literal genius, but when you praise him, it’s completely different. It would make his ego skyrocket, and get him immediately excited and cocky. He would usually smirk at you playfully. He craves all the compliments you give him, he literally feels like he needs it to live.

—“C’mon, praise me some more~” Your genius lover insists all the time. He would accept “thank you” or any words of gratitude or appreciation. Whenever he does something for you, even if it’s as small as fetching you some water or paperwork, he’d ask for a compliment in return with an arrogant smirk plastered onto his face, his eyes screaming mischievous.

.⋅ ۵ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ ۵ ⋅.

You were on a mission with your childish lover, Ranpo. Of course, you didn’t even get to do anything as your emerald-eyed boyfriend already cracked the entire thing already. You were a bit irritated at him since you did practically nothing, but his intelligence did save a lot of time. —“Good job, love~..” You praised your beloved, making him slowly turn his head to you and open his eyes. That’s how you know he enjoyed the words that escaped your lips. Then, he gets overall playful and flirtatious, teasing and pestering you for more.

国木田 ᴅᴏᴘᴘᴏ ᴋᴜɴɪᴋɪᴅᴀ ? 独歩

Kunikida’s love language most likely would be quality time. In his green notepad, he has his usual schedule, however, ever since you got together with him, he had “free time with y/n” written in his notebook. He even highlights it because it’s the part in his day that excites him the most. Of course, your idealist darling would want to see and spend time with you, even if he is a workaholic.

Even on a busy day, even if Kunikida is occupied for the current few moments, he will always try to clear out his schedule just to spend some time with you if you really desired to be with him. He loves your company, you loved his. If he can’t find a time to spend even just a few moments with you, he’d most likely apologize and try to make it up to you somehow, if it’s treating you to dinner or a shopping spree of some sort. He actually loves when you ask things of him since he gets to be in your presence during these moments.

.·:*¨༺ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ༻¨*:·.

You wanted to go shopping for some clothes. (makeup if you want to substitute it, anything you want!) Kunikida was honestly quite the simp for you, so he drove you there and followed you around a bit possessively. He suggested things in the mall that he felt like you would like, and he ended up purchasing what he suggested for you most of the time because he knows you well. Yes, he paid for you as well, he didn’t mind it and actually wanted to buy you things. That enthusiastic expression and bright smile on your face was enough to make butterflies in his stomach flutter, as if he were some teenager falling in love. He felt humiliated, but he was just overalls sweet and romantic. I a good way, of course.

与謝 ᴀᴋɪᴋᴏ ʏᴏꜱᴀɴᴏ ? 野晶子

Yosano’s love language possibly could be gift giving. She knows you oh to well, so she knows exactly what to gift you. It’s frequently out of the blue too, sometimes elegantly and cleanly wrapped with a glittery ribbon or top like a Christmas present, sometimes in a bag with wrapping paper in it, sometimes just not wrapped at all. Really, the doctor’s presents for you are just unpredictable, but they were so cute and always, and I mean always, an object you wanted or talked about. Yosano couldn’t lie either, she loved how you were so grateful for all her gifts.

If it’s any special occasion, such as you and Yosano’s anniversary, your birthday, Valentine’s Day, then you should expect plenty of gifts. The thing is you fail to catch her wrapping anything for you despite the amounts of presents she wraps for you, so she was stealthy and flexible with it as well, always finding a time to wrap when you’re away.

•,¸,.·’ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ'·.,¸,•

It was Christmas… and you know Yosano on Christmas. She overdid it completely. All the presents under her tree were mainly hers for you. She was like a mom too, since she records you each time you open her presents.

宮沢 ᴍɪʏᴀᴢᴀᴡᴀ ᴋᴇɴᴊɪ ? 賢治

Kenji’s love language has a high chance of being acts of service. With his ability, undefeated by the rain, or in simpler words super strength, he usually helps you carry anything you need, provide support to comfort you if you needed it, etc. he doesn’t care what it is, you can always count on him.

Your pure loved Kenji loves to help you out whenever you ask, and he even looks forward to it. He finds interest in supporting you with anything. A part of him loves physical touch, so his love language is a bit of both. He can’t tell if he likes physical touch more or acts of service. He just wants to do anything for you.

*+:｡.｡ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ｡.｡:+*

You were sitting on a couch in the Armed Detective Agency, (ADA), taking a break before you interrogate a suspect for a case. That was until Dazai swung by, attempting to flirt with you again, despite knowing you’re already in a relationship with Kenji. He has a rose in his mouth and his charming signature smile as he grabs your hand, stroking it. —“Oh, belladonna~ would you care to double suicide with m—“ The detective is cut off by your blonde beloved abruptly throwing him in another room by the arm. Kenji does this with an innocent bright smile, as if nothing happened. —“What are you doing, Angel?~” He asks casually.

I apologize if there’s a few spelling mistakes. Also, thank you for 100 likes on my “they get jealous of your plushie” post!~ 💗

[lissrissye]

𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔧𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔭𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔢

synopsis : you received a new plushie from (depends on what characte). it was a plushie of your f/a (favorite animal) , so you were obsessed with it, and even attached. you brought it everywhere, when you went out, when you went to watch television, even when you ran errands sometimes. they’re jealous.

notes : includes Osamu Dazai, Nakahara Chuuya, and Ryunosuke Akutagawa. I might do a ADA, DOA, or Hunting Dogs, etc, if it’s requested

genre : fluff, safe for work

だざ ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ ᴅᴀᴢᴀɪ ? おさむ

Ever since Dazai took you on a date to the damn arcade and you won that stupid plushie, he’s been loosing his mind. He didn’t let it show though and called you adorable and cute when you had it, but he also felt very envious. It was just a plushie, so he wasn’t sure himself why he was overreacting. Perhaps he just wanted your attention, but at the same time, he always craved your attention.

Dazai tries to brush his jealously off. It was just a pathetic plushie anyways, what does he have to be jealous of? He can’t be possessive over a plushie. As he was in his office, aimlessly spinning around his chair with a goofy smile plastered onto his face, he heard a soft knock on his door. You had the same knock everytime, so he knew it was you. —“Come in, Belladonna~!!”

As soon as you open the door, the plushie in your hand, Dazai’s smile drops. A sigh escapes his lips while he just plays it off, standing from his chair and approaching you. He pulled you into a loving embrace, your plushie slipping from your grasp, but you hadn’t notice Dazai took it. He was too smooth with it, and you were to melted into the hug to even notice. So you then went off after giving you boyfriend some affection.

—“Stupid plush.” The demon prodigy mumbled under her breath, relived that he could finally grasp your attention back to him. All he had to do was get rid of the plushie without you getting suspicious of him. He just tore it apart, went up the rooftop, and threw both parts to a different direction, dusting off his hands with a proud grin, as if he’s done something amazing. Which to him, he did.

The next time you asked him where your plush was, he just managed to convince you that you lost it while comforting you at the same time. Sneaky bastard. He eventually confessed to you in the end though.

中原 ɴᴀᴋᴀʜᴀʀᴀ ᴄʜᴜᴜʏᴀ ? 中也

Chuuya bought you a plushie for your f/a, (favorite animal) out of nowhere, since his love language was gift giving and acts of service. However, recently, he’s been regretting it. Not that he doesn’t like you enjoying his gift, of course but, he’s just really possessive over you, and he even gets envious over a plushie.

Chuuya, as a short-tempered person, already felt like he was seeing red because of the fact you’re giving that damn plushie more affection than you give him. It’s like you weren’t paying attention to him at all! Though, this wasn’t true. It was just what Chuuya thought.

—“Hey, darlin’? You really like that plushie I bought for you, ‘eh? Perhaps a little too much… you’re getting obsessed with it like I am with you.” Despite the hints Chuuya tried to give that he disliked the fact you have a plushie to much attention, you were oblivious to what he was trying to hint at. Chuuya scoffed and his face scrunched up. He was vulnerable because of one, being jealous over something that isn’t even alive, and two, for being beaten by a stuffed animal. It annoyed him beyond.

Chuuya was downing a glass of his expensive champagne, groaning and mumbling in annoyance that you were just in the bedroom watching television with your stuffed animal instead of him. He was your boyfriend! Although he was glad you like the plushie he gifted you, he despised whenever you don’t pay attention to him! He then sat there, thinking while taking sips of his liquor, trying to find a way to somehow get the plushie out of your possession… then, something popped into his mind. He was thinking something related to manipulation, but it wasn’t bad at all. He’d never do such a thing, not to you at least.

—“Hey, Angel? Could you grab something fo’ me? It’s in my office.” Once you went to go get the item Chuuya requested, he snuck into your guy’s shared bedroom, then grabbed hold of your plushie. Once you approached Chuuya with the item he requested, you noticed him with sad puppy eyes. Chuuya felt so pathetic right now, but he was desperate to not let this stuffed animal win your attention from him.

—“Pretty, would you really pick this plush of yours over me? I mean… I know I have it to you, but you’re supposed to be paying attention to me…~ If you let me get rid of it, I’ll do whatever you want me to, as long as it isn’t stupid.” You couldn’t say no to that, so you accepted. You were disappointed, and Chuuya felt dumb for throwing away a gift he literally purchased for you, but he shrugged it off.

芥川 ʀʏᴜɴᴏꜱᴜᴋᴇ ᴀᴋᴜᴛᴀɢᴀᴡᴀ ? 龍之介

You really liked cute plushies, so you often went to this store that seller cute stuffed animal, like sanrio for example. (if you don’t like sanrio then you can substitute it with something else!) You were like the complete opposite compared fo Akutagawa, but you guys made a fine pair, and you were compatible.

Akutagawa was just behind you, looking down at you as you reached for a plush of your f/a (favorite animal). You found it absolutely adorable. Just to shorten things up, as you were about to purchase the stuffed animal, Akutagawa bought it for you.

Now, you were enthusiastic and joyful with the stuffed toy. Perhaps you were a little childish, but they felt nice to cuddle with!

By the time it was midnight, you curled up in bed, hugging your stuffed toy tightly. Akutagawa laid behind you, putting his arms around you… but you didn’t hug his arms as you usually did. You were cuddling with the plush he purchased for you. He didn’t think much of it at first, but each time, it felt like you were pushing him a way for a toy made of cotton. His blood boiled slightly by the fact that you’ve been “ignoring” him for that pathetic toy. He regrets buying you it because you won’t pay attention to him anymore, or that’s what he thinks at least. He knew he always pushed away your affection, but he wants it back. He just doesn’t want to look weak by saying it straight up.

Akutagawa finally approached you, embracing you from behind, his hands on your abdomen pulling you closer to him. He never showed affection, so this was the first strange thing. —“…Can you like… show me attention? Stop ignoring me… you’re irritating me just a bit.”

His tone sounded serious, but he wasn’t angry at all, just a bit frustrated. You found this adorable. Unlike Dazai and Chuuya, he didn’t bother try making you think the plushie disappeared or anything because he wanted to be honest… so he just took it from your hands and tore it in half. You weren’t offended though, his envy over your stuffed toy was amusing. Akutagawa did apologize for that action of his, even if you weren’t affected much about it, and he treated you the dinner or wherever you wanted to go or get in the end.

[lissrissye]

ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜱᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏu

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ

ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

ꜱᴀꜰᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ

ᴋᴏᴋᴜꜱʜɪʙᴏ 🍷

Muzan called a meeting because of the elimination of Daki and Gyutaro. As he was talking, Kokushibo couldn’t help but… lay his eyes on you. You looked so focused and serious. You were the only Uppermoon he had interest in, and the only one he’d listen to… in fact, he hopes daily you’d just approach him and strike a conversation. His pride wouldn’t let him approach you first. You could feel his piercing but loving gaze on you.

He was completely lovestruck. He hasn’t felt this in a while… and he’s never think he’d feel it ever again. But here he was.

You could see him staring at you in your peripheral vision. You didn’t mind it, a smile tugging the corner of your lips. However, you had to remain serious during the meeting, so you covered it up with your hand. Kokushibo was disappointed. He wanted to see that smile if yours. You weren’t suspicious and you were completely oblivious of his feelings for you and just brushed his strange behavior off. You refocused your attention on Muzan as he speaks and walks around, heels tapping against the floor of the infinity fortress harshly. He continues to blabber again, so you turned you head to glance at Kokushibo. You were wondering what he was doing. So what was he doing? Staring at you again. He was humiliated and ashamed of this, so he turned away quickly and cleared his throat. To you, he wasn’t just the Uppermoon 1. He was adorable.

ᴅᴏᴜᴍᴀ 🪭

Everyone knew Douma was an eccentric demon, but very annoying. For some reason, ever since you became an Uppermoon, he found interest in you. He had no shame in being overly affectionate with you. He was always by your side whenever he found you, hugging you and teasing you. Though, you didn’t think much of it. He was always flirty with everyone after all, so you thought this was normal.

You were chatting with Akaza, walking alongside him while he listens intently. You reminded him of someone… he couldn’t put his finger on it. (Koyuki obviously, but of course, Muzan erased his memory so he doesn’t remember who you remind him of) Akaza loved you as well, but not romantically, just platonically. He was overprotective of you. Douma noticed this, and felt envy boil up inside him. He was surprised himself, he was feeling… something, for once. Why? It was all because of you. You made the emotionless demon feel something… for you.

Douma always found a way to possess you and keep anyone away if he pleased. So that’s what he did, and went to annoy Akaza for a few moments, pushing him away from you. You were perplexed, but shrugged… just after Akaza’s voice faded away, you could immediately feel Douma’s pastel, rainbow orbs on you. His gaze was way to familiar, because he often stared at you. You didn’t know it, but at some times, he managed to stare at you without you noticing, just admiring you…

You turned your head, catching Douma staring at you. He had no shame once again and just waved at you enthusiastically, way to excited to greet you, his hand moving rapidly with his bright smile on his face. He was creepy sometimes, and very insane, but you found him cute… you weren’t sure why.

ᴀᴋᴀᴢᴀ ❄️

You were sent on a mission with Akaza. Walking in the dark forest, silence filling in the air as the atmosphere gets awkward. You found him very respectful, you didn’t have to tell him twice to keep a distance for your personal space like you did when you were with Douma. You didn’t know it, but he knew a lot of things about you. He wanted to respect your boundaries so he could get closer to you.

Despite it being dead silent, you’d didn’t mind it. With Akaza, nothing felt uncomfortable. His presence was soothing to you, like a stress relief somehow. That was when he attempted a conversation, but he stuttered the moment the first word escaped his lips. He was embarrassed by it, his cheeks going slightly red as he turns away, but continuing to strike a conversation. You found this cute and hilarious. He really wanted to socialize with you, and he was getting desperate.

You’re interest was peaked. Akaza being so timid and flustered was just so amusing, you just wanted to squeeze his cheeks. He had a tough exterior, but he was totally a softie in the interior. You chuckled, responding back to him and making jokes while laughing.. he loved your laugh, oh how it sounded like music to his ears… a smirk was plastered on his face as the two of you continued to walk with him staring at you, feeling butterflies flutter in his stomach. You make him so vulnerable, and he hated that, but loved it at the same time.

You let out a sigh, the dim, pale moonlight shining brightly below you both, making your eyes glimmer. You glanced at Akaza as he was mesmerized staring at you, and he immediately gasped incessantly snapping out of his trance, stuttering while apologizing immediately… he didn’t want to come off like a creep, he wanted you to love being around him. His face? Red as a tomato.

—“I…I’m deep…deeply and sincerely—“

Akaza tried to sound serious and sincere, but he couldn’t even finish his sweet apology and just gave up, turning away from you.