#Chuuya is so sassy in that one back shot

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✧ STORMBRINGER CHUUYA AS YOUR GUY BSF IS ....

✧ w/c: 588 ✧ content: drabbles & headcanons of cute things with stormbringer! chuuya

☆ a shocked yet distasteful groan pulling from his throat when you show him a picture of a celebrity you find cute, grumbling about how your taste in men sucks ass. you didn't think he was jealous, just shocked at the creature he was looking at. though sometimes, you barely graze the envy on his face when you actually interact with another boy; especially if he's your type, because chuuya knows. still, he brushes your friendly smile with stupidity—because the dude you're talking with 'isn't even all that.'

☆ like having an annoyed caretaker, always keeping an eye out for you, rebuking your recklessness. just appalled that you have this much carelessness for your life on a day to day basis. but even though he'd scold you gently for anything stupid or clumsy you pull, you'd always find a gloved hand reaching out to you, providing support. either when you've stumbled, or you're about to jump off a ledge from even the smallest of heights.

☆ falling face first into the ground whilst trying to fight off one of the port mafia's powerful enemies because your shoelaces were untied. humilated, you found yourself sitting on a bench as chuuya unashamedly scolds you for your rookie mistake. knelt down as he still ties your shoes. "do you double knot your laces?" he'll ask, if you already said yes, the boy would finish one shoe with a tight squeeze, before gently patting your ankle to lace the other one, "well you better start triple knottin' em!"

☆ late night calls about the silliest things. chuuya would have his camera on in his pajamas, either mindlessly fiddling with his guitar, doing some chores, or cooking simply out of boredom. he'd rant about his day, the jewel marketing circulation, this crazy fuck named 'dazai', how much he admires his superior—kouyou, and his friends which call themselves 'the flags'. in return, you can tell him all the school gossip you've picked up on, new music you caught onto, your rants in your notes app.

☆ exchanging knowing side glances at each other when someone's being annoying or a dumb fuck. it's the kind of look two sassy girls would stare at each other with a secret disdain for the person in front of them.

☆ chuuya keeping a hair tie on his wrist for you and him only. at first, it was extra incase he lost his own hair tie, but soon, if you ever needed one, he always keeps extra on his wrist so you wouldn't have messy hair flying everywhere.

☆ taking unwanted photos of chuuya while he chases after you to delete them. sometimes, it'd be mid sneeze or the boy yawning carelessly. he definitely cares once you've did a close up shot where he looks like the epitome of a ginger leprechaun. he'd (try to) snatch your phone and now gives you the stinkiest side eye when you even try to point your phone at him.

☆ unconsciously resting an arm behind your shoulders when you're both sitting side by side. for chuuya, it provides a comforting stretch for his arms, and it feels safer knowing that he can just manuver you if there was ever an unexpected attack. for you, the fact that he just does it so casually makes you a nervous wreck.

☆ believing wholeheartedly that he's human. afterall, you wouldn't feel this much adoration for a code of strings, no? you always internally chide him if he thinks otherwise, but as friends, you thought it's better to give him a comforting pat on the back.

✧ chocsra™

[ticklygiggles]

Birthday boy

A/N: HELLO EVERYONE! So, low-key i’m still on my hiatus, HOWEVER, on April 29 was Chuuya’s birthday, so i was like “FUCK I NEED TO WRITE SOMETHING!!”, But in between my low inspiration and homework, you have this fic two days later!

I hope you enjoooyyy iiitttt. I don’t know why when i try to write a drabble it comes out like a long ass fic *sigh*

Soukoku. 

Summary: Chuuya likes presents. 

words: 1996 (UNDER THE CUT!)

Chuuya sighed before opening his eyes slowly, getting use to the sun light filtering through the window. Once his eyes were open and his senses a little bit more awake, the first thing he was aware of was the sound and feeling of a warm breathing against his bare spine and right under his shoulder blades, the next thing was arms wrapped securely around his waist and legs intertwined with his own.

Chuuya smiled, covering his face with his hands as soon as his cheeks started to turn slightly pink and his heart started to beat like a high school girl’s while watching at his crush from apart. That comparison was stupid, firstly because his heart was beating even faster than when you see your crush, and secondly, because he was wrapped in the arms of his actual crush.

He spreads his fingers a little, seeing the wall through the spaces in between, when he felt movements behind him and heard the rustling of the blankets. A soft sigh filled the room and Chuuya fought back a shiver when he felt butterflies kisses being pampered up his spine. Goosebumps raising on his skin when he felt the tingly sensations of messy hair brushing against his back.

“Morning”, he finally felt a soft kiss on the back of his neck, making heat spread from where the kiss was left, all the way down to the tips of his toes.

“Good morning”, Chuuya answers, now covering his hot cheeks.

“Happy birthday”, another kiss, this time on the side to his neck, right above the pulse. Chuuya arched his back against the warm body behind him.

“Thank you”, he answers again and smiles when he feels the arms around his middle tightening a little. He instinctively search for the larger hands and intertwines their fingers together.

“I didn’t get you a present”, it sounded like an apology and it also felt like it when yet another kiss was pressed behind his ear, right on top of that soft spot, making him shiver slightly. A soft smile pulling at Chuuya’s mouth.

“I don’t need a present”, he says, shrugging a little, a sleepy giggle slipping out of his mouth as his companion kisses from Chuuya’s neck towards his shoulder

“I knew you would say that, so that’s why I did get you something”, Chuuya narrowed his eyes before slowly turning around to face his lover.

Face to face and noses almost touching, Chuuya looked straight into Dazai’s sleepy chocolate eyes and he couldn’t help but smile and raise an eyebrow seeing that perfect smirk on his boyfriend’s lips.

“Hello there”, he was greeted by a kiss on the forehead.

“Hi”, Chuuya says, his arms wrapping around Dazai’s middle as Dazai’s wrap around Chuuya’s. “Did you get me something for my birthday?”, Dazai nods and Chuuya can’t stop the excitement running through his veins. “What is it? Can I have it now?”

“Well calm down there, pumpkin”, Chuuya puffs his cheeks. “It’s barely 8 in the morning, can’t you stay right here with me for a little more?”

“Well you threw the subject of a present so you must want to give it to me now”, Chuuya says like a matter of fact and Dazai can’t actually say no to that statement. So when his answer is only silence, Chuuya smirks, wiggling his eyebrows. “So?”

“Hmmm… well… I think I changed my mind about it”, Dazai says, sticking his tongue out a little.

“What? C'mon, Dazaaaaaaai”, Chuuya whined, kicking his legs under the blankets, making a little tantrum. “Just give it to meeeeee, please!”

Dazai chuckled. “How old are you? Three?”

“If I say yes you’ll give it to me?”

“No”, Chuuya whined again, squirming harder against Dazai. “It ain’t matter how much you whine like a baby, I’ll not give it to you”

Chuuya stills, pouting and looking up at that smug smile on Dazai’s face. Of course Dazai would give Chuuya his present, he bought it for him after all, but it is fun to torture him a little bit, however, Dazai felt his smile fading away as soon as Chuuya’s lips started to stretch into a wide and sassy smirk, making him gulp and nervousness piling up on his gut.

“What?”, Dazai asks, not exactly wanting to hear the answer. His mind quickly flying all over the place, thinking all the possible answers.

“If you do not want to give it to me, then I'll force you to”, Chuuya chuckled seeing Dazai gulping and slowly unwrapping Chuuya’s body. “Last chance. Give it to me now?”

“Eh… no?”, the stubborn will always be a stubborn. “Fuck!”, Dazai shrieked, letting out a surprised bark of laughter when Chuuya shot his hands up, right under Dazai’s arms. “Wahahait!”

“Why are you laughing, Dazai?”, Chuuya teases. “I’m not doing anything, am I?”, Dazai shakes his head, biting his lower lip down to supress his embarrassing giggles. “So?”

“Ch-Chuuya!”, Dazai whined, trying to squirm away. “Thihis is stupid! Can’t you fucking wait for like one hour?!”, he tried to sound pissed, but his wide goofy smile was not helping him one bit.

“No I can’t”, Chuuya answers and with that he starts to wiggle his fingers on Dazai’s armpits, digging and massaging his fingers on the skin, making Dazai shriek and clamp his arms to his sides, laughing like crazy.

“Fuck, Chuuya!”, Dazai laughs, squirming this way and that to escape the playful torture.

“Now now, Dazai”, Chuuya taunts. “You can’t be mean with me to day. It’s my birthday! You should give me love!”

“You gehehet angry when I gihihive you lov-ah! Dohohon’t!”, Dazai jumped when Chuuya started to rub ticklish circles right in the middle of his armpits, making him arch his back.

“Well… maybe not today~”, Chuuya didn’t want to tired up Dazai so soon, so he pulled his hands out from underneath Dazai’s arms and he giggles, trying to protect himself.

“Chuuya, let me wake up completely fi-i-hihihisrt! Wait!”, Chuuya’s nimble fingers quickly started to squeeze Dazai’s sides, right above the waist and under the ribs, where he knows lays yet another very ticklish spot.

Dazai jumps and squirms around, trying to jump away from Chuuya’s finger. However, Chuuya is fast to chase him, his tickly movements not failing to make him laugh without break.

He easily follows Dazai around the bed until he’s finally sitting top of Dazai’s hips, and tickling each individual rib on each side of Dazai’s ribcage, making him throw his head back, one of his arms trying to cover up his ribs and his free hand pushing one of Chuuya’s shoulders.

“Ch-Chuuya!”, Dazai snorts, wrapping his arms around himself to block Chuuya’s fingers. “It’s too ehehearly!”,

Chuuya giggles along Dazai. “It’s your fault! I just want to know what did you ger for me!”

“C-can’t you w-wahahait?”, he insists.

“Nope. Tell me now!”, Dazai shakes his head, squeaking when Chuuya stops and he tries to hold his hands. “Don’t make me do it, Dazai”, he warns and Dazai shrieks.

“Chuuya! D-don’t try to ruin your- no! No plehehease not there!”, Chuuya starts to wiggle his fingers on Dazai’s neck, the latter shrieks and scrunches up his shoulders, trying to block Chuuya’s fingers, but only locking them in place.

Dazai can’t laugh as fast as Chuuya tickles him and soon enough his snorting around his hysterical laughter while Chuuya keeps wiggling his fingers right where he knows Dazai is the most sensitive.

Dazai’s face is bright red, his mouth wide open in a big smile and his nose scrunching up a little bit, there’s a trail of saliva falling from the corner of his mouth and he hilariously tries to stop it by absorbing it between his laughter. Regardless, he can’t absorb back the tears falling from the corners of his eyes. It’s an adorable sight that Chuuya usually doesn’t get to see since he’s always in the receiving end, so he took his time to relish every feature on Dazai’s face as his fingers moved upwards towards Dazai’s throat, making him laugh louder.

“Say Dazai, are you ready to show me that gift?”, Chuuya asks when Dazai’s laughter becomes breathy and almost silent. “Or should I resort to the nibbling?”, Dazai shakes his head

“No plehehease!”, he begs. “I’ll give it to you! I prohohomise!”

Chuuya stops right away, letting Dazai catch his breath and as a few residual giggles keep flowing out of him. When he finally opened 

His eyes, the first thing he sees is an awaiting Chuuya, eyes wide in excitement and white pearls flashing at him. Dazai almost had a heart attack.

“Jeez, Chuuya”, he sighs, massaging his neck to get rid of the slightly tingly sensations. “That you like being tickled doesn’t mean I do like it aswell”.

Chuuya ignores the blush spreading on his cheeks and squints his eyes at that smirk on Dazai’s lips. “Oh shut it, you do like it”, he softly hits Dazai in the chest. “Now give me my present”.

Dazai chuckles and places his hands on Chuuya’s waist, making him tense a little, but he only pushes him off to the side making Chuuya giggle as he sits up in the bed, watching Dazai bend over the bed and take out something from underneath.

Chuuya soon has a blue box with a white ribbon on his lap, his eyes lighting up as he looks up at Dazai to see he can open it now. Dazai nods and Chuuya is fast to unwrap the box and see what’s inside.

“It’s hat!”, he says excitedly, pulling it out of the box and looking at it with wide eyes.

“Since your other hat got damaged after that mission I thought-”, Dazai cleared his throat, his cheeks burning up as he looks away from Chuuya’s face. “I thought you’d like to have another one”

“And it looks exactly like mine!”, he puts the hat on. “And it fits me better!”

“You look very stunn-ack!”, Dazai fears for his dear life as Chuuya launches at him, arms wrapping around his neck into a tight embrace. “Chuuya?”

“Thank you, Dazai”, Chuuya whispers, leaving a kiss ob Dazai’s cheek. “I love it very much. Thank you!”, Chuuya chuckles when Dazai’s cheeks start to heat up again.

“There’s- there’s something more”

“Oh. Really?”, Chuuya sits back on his spot and looks inside the box, taking out a few paper rectangles, stapled at one of the sides.

“Those- those are coupons. 50 coupons, to be exact. You can only use each one once, but there’s no limit of coupons by the day”, Dazai bites his bottom lip, looking at Chuuya inspecting the coupons and finally ripping one and lending it to Dazai.

“I would like to use this one right now”, Dazai takes it with trembling hands and once he reads it he rip it in a half.

“Anything for the birthday boy”, Dazai leans in and presses his lips on Chuuya’s, blindy putting the hat and the rest of the coupons inside of the box and pushing it aside to finally make Chuuya lay down on the bed, their kiss starting to heat up.

“I haven’t washed my teeth”, Chuuya says, covering his mouth in between the kiss.

Dazai looks at him, raising an eyebrow. “Are you serious?”

“What? I don’t want you t- ahaha wait!”, Chuuya shrieks, arching his back off the bed as Dazai starts to squeeze his waist, throwing him into a fit of loud laughter. “Dahahahazai!”

“You just wasted one coupon just because of that?”, Chuuya shakes his head, too busy laughing his head off to reply with a sassy comment. “You need to be punished, Chu-Chuu~”, Dazai leans and kisses the corner of Chuuya’s smiling mouth. “Happy birthday, Chuuya. I love you”.

Chuuya will make sure to say ‘I love you too’, as soon as Dazai stops trying to kill him with waist tickles. He’s definately having the best birthday ever, and it’s barely 9 am.