#and had to sit through 3 hours of chuuya rant

[evilkaeya]

ADA member: hey tell me about your pm days-

Dazai: :[

ADA member: -with Chuuya

Dazai: :D

[tofumiarchives]

┊DRUNKEN NIGHT IN YOUR ARMS┊˚✧

┊ONE SHOT┊NAKAHARA CHUUYA X GN!READER┊

Chuuya birthday special, attempt on fluff (prolly failed womp womp), 838 words, unedited

warnings: ooc(?), cringe :3, alcohol, Chuuya being drunk-ish, cuddling, so much cringe I would be ashamed of this in the future

(a/n): This is the first work I publish on Tumblr help... Didn't know what I was doing tbh js winging it w a few ideas from my readers on Quotev

Birthdays weren't celebrated in the Port Mafia.

You knew that, but a little something for Chuuya won't hurt.

“What’s this?” Chuuya asked, staring at the white box with a loose lid that you placed on his lap. It was a fairly large one, decorated with a red ribbon on top.

“Open it,” you smile, taking a seat next to him.

Chuuya had just returned home, after a long day. The first thing greeting him was you knocking on his door and pulling him over to sit on the couch, before handing a giant box to him.

“Is there a bomb in here or..?”

You bit back the urge to laugh. “No, why would I put a bomb in there?”

“I was kiddin’,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes, a small smile on his face. He tugged off the ribbon, gently opening the lid, curious on what's inside.

“Ta-da! Happy birthday, Chu!”

Chuuya's eyes widened in surprise, jolting in surprise when the box suddenly moved.

Inside the box was a puppy. A golden retriever to be specific. The puppy was staring up at Chuuya, tail wagging slightly.

“[Name]...” Chuuya called, voice trailing off.

“Hm?” your expression drops for a moment, wondering if you've done anything wrong.

Jokes on you, you did quite the opposite, he loved it. “Thank you,” he mutters, looking adoringly at the pup, gently patting the head.

They say alcohol reveals one's truest feelings.

You guess that it’s true, with Chuuya mumbling off whatever went through his mind.

Hours passed, the clock ticking just after midnight. Chuuya opened a good bottle of Romanée-conti in celebration, though, just a glass down and he's more than a little tipsy.

Intoxicated, Chuuya was leaning over a balcony railing, ranting off. The topic ranges from reminiscence of the past few years, to musings about how much he loves you. The truest thoughts spill easily from his tongue while he's under the influence.

You, of course, remained sober, listening to every single word leaving his mouth.

You noticed he was getting too tipsy, a soft flush appearing on his cheek, barely noticeable under the faint moonlight. So, with care, you started to lead him back inside, holding his hand and guiding him towards the couch, before heading towards the kitchen.

“Here you go,” you hand him a glass of cold water, hoping to help get him a bit sober. Chuuya’s low tolerance for alcohol always ends up as a challenge for both of you, but it wasn't something you couldn’t manage.

Chuuya took the glass, drinking it down in one go. The whole world is still spinning, but at least his mind is a little less foggier. He'll get a killer hangover in the morning, though he's leaving that as tomorrow’s problem.

Covered in darkness, the room basked in a soft type of atmosphere. The puppy was content with his new home, sleeping comfortably on a bed you bought along with you.

You sit besides him, putting away the glass into the coffee table in front of the couch, only to feel a weight leaning on your shoulder. Soft music played quietly in the background, just some background noise while enjoying each other's company.

You moved your positions so that you were leaning on the arm rest, Chuuya laying on top of you, face buried on your chest. The two of you ended up in this position, cuddling up against each other under the influence of alcohol.

“Chuuya,” you whisper, a soft smile tilting your tone. Your fingers carding through his red hair, entwined within the soft locks and lightly tugging at the loose knots.

“Mmm?” he let out a small hum in reply, tiredly glancing at you with loving eyes. He was relaxed, at the moment, indulging himself into the comfort of your warm embrace, simply existing in the moment. An arm around his waist, resting in his back, the other tangled in his hair.

You shift your position a bit, placing your chin on top of his head before planting a soft kiss on his forehead, in which he smiled at. “Are you comfortable?” you ask, burying your face on top of his head. The light scent of wine and cologne meeting your senses.

“Mhm,” he answers, voice slurred and muffled against the fabric of your shirt.

You let out a small laugh, brushing a strand of hair away from his eyes, tucking it behind his ear. “Good to hear,”

Chuuya remained silent, only leaning into the touch with a content smile, staring at you. Your hold on him was comforting, he could just fall asleep right there. He probably will, anyway.

He could feel the warmth from your body, like a radiator. Chuuya snuggled closer, yearning to be as close as possible to you. You two fit like two pieces of a puzzle, it felt right. 

“[Name],” he muttered, leaning up enough that you could fully see his face, mesmerizing eyes staring at your own.

“Yes, Chu?” you reply, all your attention to him.

“Thank you,”

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[tvbyw0by]

Konichiwa t-toby~senpai.. eehehe :3 will you become my favorite husbando and write me a kouyou x reader uwu ? 🎀 arigato gozaimasu senpai-kun

A/n: of course ! ,, um so like, this has been sitting in my box for like... 3 months and lowkey ive been working and not on my phone for those said 3 months sooo shhh...

CW / TW : VERY little nsfw mention .

Content: Wlw relationships, fluff, chuuya & dazai mentioned, use of [name], [name] is not mentioned to be in the Pm - however - read how you would like. VERY short.

In which.. Kouyou and you have tea, while she shares stories of the past... + headcannons...?

Kouyou was a very unique individual.

She was ruthless, sometimes rude, sometimes violent, merciless, but also.. she was also rather sweet, kind, nice & polite at times.

Especially when you came to people she liked.

Like you!

And thats why, at this moment you were sitting across from her, sipping some 煎茶 (Sencha tea).

Her polite-quiet laugh echoed softly through the room, her voice interrupting her own laugh midway,,, "You know, I remember one time when chuuya was younger, he and dazai would spend hours on end trying to prank eachother, everytime they would both fail."

You blinked , midway of taking a sip of your tea - quickly swallowing it before giggling lightly, "Oh really?"

"Mhm, yes indeed. Dazai would be sitting around, simply doing something random and chuuya would try to prank him only for dazai to move away from that spot.."

You can tell that kouyou was reminiscing of the past, before you hummed in thought, setting down your tea gently onto the table infront of you.

"Say, didn't you say that dazai had a small ... crush on chuuya?"

and that is when she went on a full rant of it, causing you to gently smile as she ranted and ranted of it until finally, after what felt like hours - even though it had in reality been only 10 minutes, she paused, taking a sip of her tea, before suddenly dropping a bomb,

"I'm pretty sure they're dating and still see eachother to this day -"

Causing you to pause all of your movements, staring at her in shock, "Whatt..."

"I know right.."

Shes the type of girlfriend to make sure you're eating , drinking , and sleeping a healthy amount, but also makes sure she isn't to overbearing.

The type of girlfriend who holds you tight - yet so gently .

The type of girlfriend who would have every saturday off, no matter what anyone says, just to pull you out of your own work to take you out shopping or simply out for the day/night

The type of girlfriend who introduces you to mori, chuuya, kyouka, and hirotsu (maybe even dazai.)

The type of girlfriend who melts like putty in your hands yet sometimes can be so stern that YOU melt in her hands instead

The type of girlfriend who doesn't care how you look, will sit you down and tell you how beautiful you are (Maybe even pick you apart in a certain way just to tell you how pretty you are...?)

The type of girlfriend who would give you daily gifts

The type of girlfriend who if she sees ANYONE look at you sexually, romantically, weirdly, or rudely she WILL be having a chat with them (maybe even make them lose a couple fingers.)

[xo-cuteplosion-xo]

I’m going through a rough time atm and I was wondering if you’re okay if I request some characters with a s/o who is just tired a lot, can’t concentrate and don’t really have energy to do stuff.

I wish I knew what characters were your comfort characters, so I could make this even better for you! I hope you feel better and the little quick drabbles help you a bit. I went with my 3 most requested, as they tend to be more often than not comfort characters. I hope that’s alright with you! Feel free to drop another request for a character that I didn’t include here.

For hard times |Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi x Reader|

Warnings: implied depression, symptoms of depression.

Genre: comfort-

Total words- 1504

Dazai:

417 words

From the start of this, he had suspicions you were feeling a little down. Watching you sit alone and look less cheery with the passing hours, days, maybe it had been a few weeks. He wanted to make you feel better, but he didn’t know how to. He was after all in your position most of the time. Unmotivated and too tired to do anything, let alone want to move about. He wanted to know what was pushing your mood down. This need grew stronger the longer he watched your tired expression. There was nothing this man wanted more than to make you feel better. Even if he didn’t understand what it was, that was pulling you under.

With careful steps, he walked over to you with a soft blanket, woven with soft strands of silky yarn. He set it over your shoulders, wrapping it around you. Watching your half-lidded eyes look over to him from the unexpected gesture he simply shook his head. Pressing his hand to your cheek, he softly smiled. The slight lift to his lips was only ever revealed to you. This kind, gentle, serious expression was his vulnerability. He hoped you would open up your woes to him. Let you rant and pour whatever feelings were bottling up and slowly dragging you down. He didn’t care what it was, a co-worker, a friend, a relationship of some kind, an ex, your family life, he just needed to help you. So as he watched you with honest worry, he pulled you close, so your head rested on his chest. “When you're ready, I’ll be here for you to drop your pain.” His voice was softer, lacking his signature playful teasing. There was nothing but an oddly comforting smoothness to his voice. Low and slightly choked as he held you. He was unsure if this little reassurance; this little contact comforted you. 

He’d hold you until you could no longer cry, or until you were peacefully asleep. Even then, he’d keep your body close to his. If he were to fall asleep, he would not let you go. He would never let you go, not until you felt safe and slightly better. Even if it was only half a percent of a change, he would be happy to have helped your mood lift. He’s never going to push you to tell him what’s bothering you. He won’t ask you to do anything you don’t want to. Well, except eat, he can’t have you starving. 

Chuuya:

474 words

He’d be too caught up with work to notice it immediately, the changes in your mood and behavior. That doesn't mean he never does though. Out of everybody in the mafia, you were the most important to him. He was willing to take any risk to keep you safe. If he finds out because you don’t show up and refuse to drag yourself from bed, he shakes his head, refuse wouldn’t be the right word here. It’s more like he understands you can’t. Something is crushing you like a weight, and he becomes determined to fix that issue. He hardly ever talks softly, but around your tired, nearly life-less form he’s soft. His steps aren't loud stomps, but instead a soft pattern of clicks. The heels of his shoes provide you a perfect rhythm. He’ll buy you chocolate because of the serotonin that they’re proven to induce. He never asks for details, he knows you would tell him if you needed to. However, just in case you are staying silent about the weight that’s causing this pain, due to the fear he’ll think you are weak. He hints that he would never see you in such a dull fashion. “Hey, you know you can always tell me if something is wrong, right? You know I keep my word, I won't judge or tell anybody else.” There was more he wanted to say. Part of that was an expression of how much he cared about you. He stayed silent in fear he would be selfish in doing so. If those words are the trigger for you to slip from holding it all in, he wraps you in his arms and lets you do what you need to. 

He doesn't care if you shout, pound your fists against his chest, cry, or do a mix of all of that. He wants you to get it all out until that weight can start to loosen, and you can start to feel free from the troubles holding down your smile. He’ll hold you after your meltdown. He will not let anybody else see you. They will not get a chance to lay a finger on you. If a specific person was the cause, like an ex, a bully, a sibling, he’ll wait till you're peacefully asleep, then have a… talk with them. He warns them that if you’re ever hurt again, they won’t get off with simply being terrified for their life. He’s insanely protective of the people close to him. You get the front of that protective nature, you’re the one he cares for the most. Whether you return such feelings or not, it won’t change anything. He hates seeing your tears, so he’ll always be there for you to cling to in such times. You are never alone, he will always be there to support you.

Atsushi:

613 words

When he first noticed you were down, he was working; doing the work Dazai had shoved at him. He liked to think you were a hard worker, so seeing you so… tired was a slight abnormality to him. He noticed how you were struggling to stay concentrated. Every so often he’d look over and find you blankly staring off, eyes glossed over. When everybody else was gone, he walked to your desk whilst fidgeting with the hem of his gloves. Taking deep breaths, he was upfront about what he’d noticed. “Are you feeling alright?” "I-I could uh take you somewhere if you want.” If you tell him you're fine, he’ll hang his head before gathering the courage to confront the lie. Even your tone was different; it sounded almost as if you had given up on everything. He knew that low, depressed tone. He used to have such a pitch to his own voice before he found his place here. He remembered how much pain he had gone through. The mental baggage of the past, the fear of what he found out was his own ability. He didn’t want that to be the pain rising in your mind. He’d pull over a chair and swipe away the pile of unfinished requests. “You’re not though. I-I don’t want to intrude, but maybe… maybe you should take some time? You seem tired, I could get you some sweets and other things if you want.” He would mutter the words under his breath until you shrugged.

When he returned, he found you on the agency sofa doing nothing but holding yourself; too exhausted to attempt to do anything. You couldn’t, not with how you felt. The thoughts racing in your head were too much to hold on to on your own. You wondered how people got this far with such a mindset. So trapped in your thoughts, you never noticed Atsushi take a seat at the other end. Sliding down bags of candy and flavored sweet drinks. He knew sugar induced serotonin, but wasn’t sure if that worked with everybody. The next thing he decided to do was look to the side and speak to you again. “If you’re going through something, I'm… we’re all here for you. The entire agency, you know, we're kind of like our own family? If you're hurting or holding something all on your own, you can tell us.” Turning back to you, he inched closer and reached for your hand. With a slow movement, he rubbed the back of your hand. “I… really am here. I’ve felt like this before… I know how hard it can be to tell others what’s bothering you, but please… can you promise me you’ll fight?” When he noticed your confused face, he decided to say it. “You’re important to every single one of us. So please, if it gets too much and you want to take it to an extreme, please… please come to one of us.” His eyes sparkled with a plea. He wouldn’t know what to do if you did something to yourself out of this pain. 

If those words cause you to rush in for a hug, he’ll return the embrace. Running his hand over your back in an attempt to comfort you. He’s not the best at comfort, but he does whatever he can to help. Whether you want to hear more reassurance or just have somebody to cling to while you're unmotivated. 

These things will eventually get better, with the right people, the right comfort, the right hobbies. These moments pass and light will shine. He hopes you’ll be able to see the light peek from the clouds soon.