#bsd request

[definetelynotavampire]

draw...draw fyodor as chipmunk...

okay... he's a chipmunk

[ravencincaide]

We need to talk 

Summary: You assume the worst; after all why else would your partner utter those four cursed words OR Sometimes there is no easy way to have a difficult discussion but one could always take a more human approach towards it.

Pairing Dazai x Fem! Reader X Chuuya (SKK x fem!reader) 

Inspired by request by anon: A more alternative, very stand-alone part two for “Desperate times call for Desperate measures” where the boys realize how much their actions have hurt the reader

Warnings: Depression/ hint at postpartum depression, hint at bad eating habits, very mild sexual hint, cursing, hurt comfort

Enjoy~ ______________________________________________________________

“ We need to talk” 

When you heard those words your heart flopped to your stomach; the bitter, icky taste of bile filled your mouth. You froze mid-motion, somewhere halfway between straight and bent over towards the crib, about to place the newly nursed and sleepy boy-child beside his already napping twin sister. Your hands began to shake, so much so that you almost dropped the child the last half a meter to the soft mattress of his crib. 

“ W-what?” you gasped out, your eyes flickered towards his voice. But Dazai was almost completely out of your field of vision. Even as you craned your neck you could only catch a glimpse of him, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“ Put him down for his nap and we’ll talk downstairs” Dazai replied, his voice soft, but you doubted it was more for your sake than the snoozing children. 

You swallowed thickly and turned back to the two babies. Your heart was beating a million miles an hour. A part of you desperately wanted to pick those two back up into your arms and shut the door on Dazai. To shut away all the issues and imperfections and just rock your children close to your body. Hold them until the world stopped spinning. When did it all become so difficult?

– Another part of you hated them. The twins that seemed to hold every ounce of Dazai and Chuuya’s love, leaving none left over for you. 

You wondered if you’d still be together if it weren’t for the twins. 

The thought made you shudder. Your thoughts drifted back to the four words that brought on this level of anxiety in you. We need to talk. In your mind there is only one reason for you to hear those words. And you knew you were not ready to face that reality- what person- woman would? When you’ve put so many years towards your relationship; celebrated so many achievements, mourned so many sacrifices, the joys of parenthood and the struggles of being partners. All of it. The good and the bad. 

Your eyes flickered down to your ring finger and you felt tears well up in your eyes. A part of you wondered if that was the reason why they never married you- never even offered. Because then ending things would be so much easier. Though, rationally, you guessed everything good had to come to an end. With or without a ring. 

Setting the child back down in the crib you pulled the blanket over the twins. Your fingers brushing against their cheeks with featherlight touches. You bit your lip as you felt a tear roll down your cheeks. Then you pulled your hands away and wiped your cheeks, steadying your nerves. 

You were not going to give him- them- the satisfaction of seeing you cry. 

Once you felt your icy mask of professionalism slip into place, you finally turned to face Dazai. With quick steps you headed out of the room. He closed the door behind you quietly then began walking downstairs, hands in his pockets. He looked relaxed, casual even.You followed, keeping half a step behind him. Not close enough so your shoulders would bump, but close enough to show that you were ready to face whatever unpleasant excuses he was going to throw in your face. You held your head high, proud and confident. 

But was that actually true? A little voice in your head whispered. Were you really so certain in yourself and your own ability to hide your emotion that you would be able to out-lie the great Osamu Dazai.  More importantly, would you really be able to remain calm and just stand and listen as the two most important men in your life listed all the things wrong with you. All the reasons why you weren’t- and would never be- good enough. 

You stopped mid step, halfway between the messy living room of childrens toys, feeding bottles, diapers and clothes scattered around without any care, and just around the corner from the kitchen and the kitchen table where you had planned to spend the rest of the evening, working to wrap up whatever work you had left in your partners departments. The work you took over while your so-called lovers were two months abroad god-knows-where doing god-knows-what. Once the finalities were fixed, you’d be able to create a report of everything that occurred in the departments during their absence; the decisions you made and suggestions you’d advise for the future. All to make the transition into their respective roles as smooth as possible. At least that had been your plan earlier tonight. A foolish, meaningless plan that was masqueraded as helping them with work when in reality it was just a facade for you to feel useful. T ofeel connected to work. 

A woman- not just a mother. 

From the corner of your eye you could see the clock on the wall gently swaying with each tick-tack sound. A reminder that the screw it hung on would give away at any moment now. Once it would finally let go, the clock would crash to the ground, the glass shattering and the hourhands stopping at whatever doomed time it happened. You hoped it happened soon- maybe even as you passed it. Shaking your head you sighed and ran a hand through your hair, a defeated expression on your face. “ Dazai I understand, you don’t need to say anything I am sorry for whatever and –” 

“-Belladonna, you’re not getting out of this talk” Dazai stated matter of factly. “ so please keep walking”

He was curt with you. Short and straight to the point. Nothing shy of an order- a veiled threat that reminded you of your place. Shuddering slightly, you started walking again, resembling a scolded puppy rather than a confident mafioso partner and mother of their children. Your gaze was focused on the floor as you followed Dazai into the kitchen where you heard Chuuya shuffling about. With each step, the geers in your head kept turning, filling you with deeper dread and anxiety. With questions you needed to ask and were terrified of knowing the answer to. 

Suddenly, you snapped out of your daze as a sweet scent filled your senses, one that wasn’t unfamiliar despite the fact that you hadn’t smelled in months. Your eyes left Dazai’s back as he took a seat at one of the kitchen chairs and searched for the source of that fragrance. Then your eyes widened in surprise as you saw a vase with flowers standing right in the middle of the kitchen table. Beside your computer and all the files and other paperwork you prepared. You frowned a little, confused. Why were there flowers? 

“ Is there something wrong with getting flowers for my precious partner?” You frowned a little at the statement, definitely thrown off guard. 

“ What’s the matter, is the smell giving you a headache?” Chuuya asked, tone worried as he emerged from the kitchen with a large platter of fruit, primarily berries and sweet tropical ones, which he set down on the table as close to you as possible before disappearing back into the kitchen.

 “You must be hungry Bella, try some” When you didn’t move closer, Dazai wrapped a cold hand around your wrist and tugged you towards himself until you landed awkwardly in his lap. He chuckled at you, his hot breath hitting your ear as his arm came to wrap itself around your waist. He was holding you closely- tightly- leaving you barely any room to get comfortable, let alone stand up and leave. Ignoring your discomfort, Dazai picked a grape of the vine and offered it to you. When you ignored it he popped it between his lips, smiling as the sweet juice filled his senses. “ ahhh they’re sweet, like cotton candy, you should eat it” he urged you again. 

You just frowned more and crossed your arms over your chest, ignoring him and his attempt at feeding you. Your eyes were focused on Chuuya re-emerging from the kitchen, several bowls levitating around him. Then your face flushed slightly as whipped cream and several types of chocolate were placed in front of you by the berries. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, this time for an entirely different reason “ Whipped cream? Chocolate? Now?” you questioned your mind drifting back to what happened the last time that combination appeared between the three of you; the result were the twins.

Following your trail of thought Dazai chuckled and rested his head on your shoulder, arms slightly tighter around your waist; “ Bella as much as I’d love to ravish you now until you lose your voice and can’t walk; you aren’t ready yet” 

His words made you deadpan slightly; “ Dazai, I’m not a virgin. I’m more than “ready” for sex” You comment made him chuckle humorlessly as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. 

“ You’ve had a tough delivery with a long hospital stay and then two months of utter hell, alone, with twins while juggling our work and managing the house.” another kiss, this one to the spot right where your shirt met your neck. “ You haven’t healed physically, you’re exhausted and tense mentally and we’ve neglected our partner duties for a while now.” 

Chuuya sighed heavily at Dazai’s words as he sat down on the chair beside you, his body and attention turned entirely towards you. He reached forward to a pitted cherry and dipped it in the tiniest bit of dark chocolate before bringing it up to your lips.“ Sweetheart, please eat something. Jokes aside you’ve barely gotten anything into you.” 

You huffed at Chuuya and rolled your eyes refusing the fruit until you’d know what the hell those two were playing at; “I eat, and I’m not all that hungry and also take vitamins to make sure that the milk is nutritious and the doctor check ups have gone—”

“ –Baby it’s not about the twins!” Chuuya’s rough and loud voice startled you, making a wave of guilt and sadness wash over you. You took a shaky breath, not understanding why he was suddenly so– so 

” Shit, shh sorry sweetheart,” Chuuya’s hands wore on either side of your face, stroking your cheeks and catching any and all tears you’d spill. His blue eyes stared seriously into yours. There wasn’t an ounce of humour or lies on his face, just worry and a hint of guilt “ Both me and Dazai know you’re a wonderful mother- a superwoman and while away we knew the twins would be more than well taken care of. You on the other hand are a different story.” 

“ Belladonna for once there’s no hidden agenda or clause. Just two idiots trying to make up for lost time. Will you let us?” Dazai pressed another kiss to your shoulder as Chuuya gave you a half sad- half hopeful smile before once again raising the chocolate covered cherry to your lips. You parted them for him slightly. Carefully he pushed it in your mouth, smearing the tiniest bit of chocolate and cherry on your upper lip, which he wiped off with his thumb. Then he brought it to his mouth and gave a lick. 

“ hmm they’re not as sweet as I thought, how about some milk or white chocolate doll?” Chuuya grinned as he prepared several cherries in different chocolate combinations.

Oh how could you say no to that? 

For every berry you ate, you saw Chuuya’s grin grow wider and wider. It looked as if he was ready to jump out of his seat and cheer the second the cherry landed past your lips while Dazai pressed more and more kisses to your clothes. 

After a while your eyes landed on a sheet of paper near your computer “ What’s that?” You asked, your eyes flickering towards an unfamiliar table hand drawn with columns and times. The glint in Dazai’s eyes told you, you shouldn’t have asked. 

“This is Dazai’s getting-Y/N-back-to-regular-eating plan- So tonight we start with berries and chocolate- stuff you’ve always been a sucker for Belladonna. Then tomorrow it will be cooked rice for breakfast with steamed vegetables and if you can manage than a bowl of miso and then for lunch–” Dazai rambled on, pointing out different times and the variety of dishes, snacks and back up snacks he planned to make sure you would go back to the regular three-times a day eating healthy and balanced meals. 

In the meantime Chuuya fed you chocolate and cream covered fruit one by one, the only time he’d pause was whenever he’d purposefully smear a bit of the sweet treat on your lips and kiss it off; a silent request for you to just relax and let them take care of your for a change. 

The sign of affection made you smile and helped ease some of your anxiety. You weren’t going to be fooled into believing that this was honestly done for your sake and not the twins. And that they didn’t have some kind of agenda behind their actions. Still you’d rather cling to any scraps of attention they spare for you than face the bitter truth of what your relationship has become.

For now.  ---

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[thatkarleesidraws]

@alinesart3 I’m not so sure about the colour palette I chose, but here you go 😇

BSD Request 4

[blake-elladonna]

Hello, could you still take a request? So, I am just wondering about Chuuya s/o, who is scared of medical instruments such as needles, stethoscopes, IV drips, and others. However, they need to go through that but refuse it over and over again. Still, Chuuya won't let them reject it due to their health. He was angry at first, but then he tried to comfort them so they could be e healthy again...

@Anonymous

Hello, Anonymous! 🤍 Thank you for submitting this request! Don’t hesitate to send any others in the future! 🤍 I hope you enjoy!

Best medicine

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟓𝟎𝟓

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟐 𝐦𝐢𝐧. 𝟐𝟕 𝐬𝐞𝐜.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: When you — a person with Iatrophobia; the fear of doctors and medical tests — are rushed to the hospital, Chuuya — your significant other — rushes to see you. As your partner, Chuuya usually supports you in all of your decisions; but when you refuse necessary medical treatment due to your phobia, Chuuya loses his cool.

Chuuya’s heart throbbed inside of his ears as he scanned every room he walked past, cursing himself. He just asked the receptionist where you were, yet he already forgot. Then your voice emitted from one of the rooms;

Room 160.

“I’m not going to do it.” You were barely holding back your elevated breathing. The doctors in front of you tilted their heads in disbelief. “—But you do understand, if you are refusing treatment—”

“They aren’t rejecting anything.” His voice must have startled you. You peeked out from behind their lab coats; your eyes drilling a hole through his chest. “I’m sorry, Sir? Are you related to the patient?” They asked.

“I’m their boyfriend. My name is Chuuya. Chuuya Nakahara.” The doctor raised their hand for a handshake but when Chuuya stuffed his hands awkwardly into his pockets, the doctor cleared their throat and lowered their palm back down. “Well, Mr.Nakahara, I think you know what’s going on. Your partner is refusing recommended treatment. I’m sure the receptionist filled you in.”

“I don’t need treatment. I’m fine.” You repeated. Chuuya tried to hold back his eyes from rolling. “Can you give us a second? Please.”

“Of course. But if they are refusing treatment—” “—They aren’t.” The doctor continued. “If they are, they will be discharged. Understand?”

“Yeah, right.” Chuuya’s response wasn’t what the doctor wanted to hear but they continued on, closing the door behind the nurse that followed them out. And once the door clicked, Chuuya let out the words he held back. “What the hell are you doing?”

You crossed your arms, turning your head away from him. “What the hell am I doing?” You asked. “What are they doing, Chuuya? You know exactly how I feel about these people.”

“These people are trying to help you. I’m trying to help you.” When he walked over to you, you turned yourself further away. “Why do you have to be so difficult?”

“Why do I have to be so difficult?” Chuuya stiffened at your wavered voice. Your arms hugged yourself tighter. “Hey, I didn’t—” “—You didn’t mean it, right.”

Chuuya swallowed the lump developing in his throat. He fought himself to sit next to you on the white hospital bed then slivered his hand to rest on your thigh. “I didn’t mean it.” He repeated. “I’m sorry but please. Let them do this.”

“Do what, Chuuya? Let them experiment on me like a lab rat? Like those frogs in chemistry class? Let them use scalpels and needles to poke at me?”

“Let them do one thing.” Chuuya’s fingers squeezed your upper leg and you looked over. Tears were soaking your face but this time your eyes held hurt. A hurt he wished he could fix. “Let them, help you.”

When you failed to say anything, Chuuya removed his hand and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. His hand resting on the furthest one as he pressed his lips against your neck. “It’s going to be okay.” He mumbled. “I won’t let them hurt you.”

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[rachi-roo]

Next fic is going to be more of my Dazai and Fyodor series!!!!

I've had two requests for some Lee Fyodor, the poor guy. XD So I'm going to combine the two!

After that, we'll have Lee!Sigma and Ler!Dazai!

Lots of Bungo Stray Business is coming up!!!!

[thesoleilla]

HEEY can i request a ranpo x reader where reader has the same ability as five from the umbrella academy (can blink, basically teleport) and knows a lot abt science and time travel but also has street smarts and high battle iq (since they are a fighter whos out on the field a lot) and them and ranpo have this rivalry to see whos smarter but they both actually have a crush on eachother too? SORRY IF THIS IS TOO SPECIFIC I JUST LOVE THE IDEA OF RIVAL TO LOVERS WITH RANPO

OMG I LOVE THIS IDEA JBHEJEBFH

thank you so muuuch for the request! Also sorry if I didn't portray the ability really well as I haven't watched Umbrella Academy all my info comes from wikis and articles so it isn't the greatest x)

Onto the request!

I'm smarter than you| A Rivals to lovers Ranpo x Reader fanfic

Wordcount: 2,5k

When you first came to the agency,it seemed like you had nothing to catch the detective's attention; in fact he didn't even listen to your introduction! It looked like his ears straight up closed just after they told him your name and started talking about how strong your ability was.

But you didn't blame him for not listening,since you didn't think your ability was your greatest asset at all ,really. This wasn't the field you wanted to challenge him in.

You wished to beat him in intelectual matters.

This was the reason you accepted the Agency's offer in the first place, to challenge him since you had been in Yokohama for a while and seeing him somehow solve every single interesting case with such ease really made you mad, he made it seem like nobody could ever beat him, and you desperately wanted to prove him wrong.

However you knew your first introduction to him wasn't going well since he was paying way more attention to the sweets he was munching on than anything else around him, including you ; and even though it didn't anger you at first, the more you thought about it and the more it threw you into an incontrollable fit of rage.

Why? Because it meant he was already looking down on you- When he didn't even hear the sound of your voice yet!

So you wanted to catch his attention, but how?

Well he did seem very focused on his sweets so...

"Mind if I take one?" You said, smiling gently while pointing to his prized sweets.

You then saw him instantly come back to reality, the thought of his sweets not being his anymore scaring him.

"No!Never! Are you out of your mind?" He said, shielding the candies with his arms.

Oh. So that was who the "greatest-detective-in-the-entire-world" was... well smart people tend to be weird so...

And this made you want to beat him even more. So you made sure not to show anything strong about you in front of him yet, until the day you got to work on the same team.

However, when the day finally came; he still wasn't aware of your intelligence and even though it was wanted as this would only multiply the surprise effect; it still angered you. But this will be over once you finally beat him in his own field! And that, happens today.

"Y/N! Over here!I can't find my way around here alone! Help me, travel guide!" Ranpo called out to you, waving in your direction.

"I'm not your travel guide! Besides, can't the great detective you supposedly are do this alone? But I decided I'll be nice today, so follow me, and follow close because I won't go after you if you get lost!" you shouted back at him, making big signs for him to come to you.

Well, this was going to be one hell of a team !

"The train is my kryptonite! And I am a great detective! The greatest detective in the whole world!" He was almost poutting... aw did you anger the greatestdetectiveinthewholeworld? So tragic! We need to write this! wait what

You carefully got to the train, with Ranpo behind you. This was your first victory, since taking the train was an intellectual thing right? Yea that totallyyy counted as your first win!Cheers!

But you weren't only going to be his guide, no, that's not why they chose you to team up with him because, in fact, this case wasn't your simple murder case, it was also deemed dangerous by the police; since the mystery surrounding the case isn't in the first murder, it's in all of those who came afterwards, since every single officer who went there immediatly died when the camera weirdly shut down and would only work when the murder was already committed, all of the murders were the exact same, from the one that started this to all of the others that followed.

However, you weren't going to let that chain go on. You knew you were the one that would stop this, this case was practically made for you anyways! The need for brains all while you have to fight to survive? That's the best set-up you could be in! And this was the one where you'd finally be up against him! How could you possibly not win this?

This ride was a rather peaceful one, but not the good kind of peaceful, more like the stressful kind; the tension was sooo dense. However, complaining about this would be kind of ironic since it was your fault, the detective was trying to speak to you, except you had something more important in mind.

Finding clues for the case.

You were so caught up in the case that it seemed like the world around you stopped turning. But you absolutely needed to beat him! You couldn't let yourself be stopped by some stupid discussion!

So yeah it wasn't a very fun ride, wouldn't rate it really high personally.

However everything changed when you arrived, you were in full observation off the world around you,

Every noise,

Every smell,

Every touch,

Everything.

Including the weird black spot that was starting to take over the security camera.

You knew what that meant so, within the blink of an eye, you teleported to where the murderer supposedly was ,according to your previsions, and they were right. Which meant you could safely neutralize their hands, and stop the poison from infecting you and your teammate! Case solved gentlemen, you figured it out all while getting evidence! Second win against him in the day? Wow you might even start taking his detective title if this goes on!

But your success wasn't bringing pride to everyone, in fact a certain detective was especially angry about it, even if he tried to hide it, you knew he was. He had to be! Someone finally beat him in his field! He didn't even have the time to know the case because that idiot didn't even read the reports!

He wasn't very good at hiding his anger anyways since he magically became interested in you after the case, asking a lot of questions about your power and how it worked, but he was still prideful since when you confronted him about how "the "great detective" he was should already have figured that out right?" he only answered with even more pride "Of course I already figured all of that out! I just want to make sure you understand how your power works! I know every single thing about this world so stop pretending I don't!Hmph!" awww... pouting again was his ego really so easy to harm?

After that, Ranpo constantly asked you to go on one of Poe's novels with him; probably wanting to cope with his previous loss which made your eyes roll, since he was already that desperate to get revenge on you.

But when you finally accepted, you knew it was the start of looong war, and you weren't wrong at all since you started spending most of your time in novels or cases with him, however the presence of the other wasn't completely making your success increase because of the confrontation, it was also significantly harder because you both figured out that hiding the clues from the other would help you win and so, an endless cycle of very creative ways to destroy clues began, which included Ranpo literallly EATING A CLUE (It was a piece of candy the victim had, can you blame Ranpo for this honestly, so predictable...)

Days and months passed, and your rivalry only got stronger, with an almost 50/50 win ratio between the two of you, which only made both of you want to compete more, to prove your superiority!

Eventually, Kunikida decided to partner you guys up for most of the missions which caused a lot of tantrums from you because "how am I supposed to work with a clue-eating-partner?!"

"Hey! This ain't about you! How am I supposed to work with someone who's constantly trying to get in my way! They annoyed me even as a normal agency member, can you imagine what it'll be like if we have to work together?"

But Kunikida wasn't going to give up on his ideal about having you two work together and so, you eventually had to give in to him and accept the request.

However you felt deep-down like being paired up with him wouldn't be so bad... huh, weird. But that's because you'd be able to get him off his stupid pedestal! Or maybe it was something else....no, it couldn't be!

That was, what you were thinking months ago, however the other option was starting to seem more and more attractive as the little challenges started becoming wayy less on the intelectual side of things, to become more casual, keeping up the rivalry of course since even breathing could be a competition, if you wanted it to be!

Yup, you were starting to realise how your feelings weren't only composed of rivalry anymore, probably before Ranpo did, which definetely counted as another win in your eyes!

Besides, judging on clues you were grasping by just looking at him (he, fortunately didn't eat those), you knew his feelings were probably the same. And you weren't going to let him go first, you were sure this could count as another win !

You even had the perfect way to let him realise and for you to confess your feelings! And so, you invited him for another challenge.

An eating competition.

The one who eats the most candies in 5 minutes wins.

This was the perfect bait, casual enough for your magic trick to work and interesting enough for Ranpo to take it, this was about food after all.

And so, your plan began as soon as you both went to buy the candies, however you weren't going to choose the fastest way to get there, no you had to distract him.

Yes you read that right, distract Ranpo off of food.

Nothing the great rival you were couldn't do!

And so, you slowly started talking about past challenges, then remembered funny times you had on them together and before you knew it this was a completely casual conversation! He was pretty easy to stray away from his goal for a detective, which just proved how much better you were!

"Yeah!People are totally discriminating against red cars-"

"Ranpo?Can I ask you something?" You asked, stopping his speech that did seem pretty interesting but now was the perfect time to strike.

He turned his head towards you, stopping in his way as you did the same. "What?"

"Doesn't this feel like it isn't just plain rivalry anymore? Don't you feel like there's something more to it too?" You asked with the most confident look you could pull off, even if the fact your cheeks were starting to feel a bit warm probably wasn't helping. Still, you looked at him straight in the eyes, just watching them open as he realised what you said.

"Oh. This is yet another mystery you solved faster than I did right? Well I got a plan… what if we just become the greatest detective couple? This way nobody will be able to challenge us!" He answered, with a light in his eyes you never saw before, it wasn't the one from when he got his favorite sweet, nor the one from when you gave him a challenge. This one was stronger, and it was definitely fascinating, you wanted to keep every single detail you were seeing in your memory forever. But not only were his eyes shining like stars, his smile was also the one of a little kid, because even though you noticed he was trying to keep a composed smug, the happy childish part of him was taking over, making him have the cutest face you ever saw ,the second cutest also being his.

"Hm, this doesn't sound like a bad idea at all, but know I've had this in mind for a long time, way before you did! So therefore I win again mister detective!" You said, pridefully enunciating every word to make sure he understood very well how much you beat him! But that wasn't very easy to do since the butterflies in your stomach were dancing like never before, and soon you felt your whole body heat up, especially your face, where you were sure little volcanos were all trying to pierce through your skin, especially on your cheeks, probably making your confident act even more ridiculous than before, and this wasn't something he would miss.

"Well, I can't really argue with you there, can I? But if I can't be the greatest detective in your eyes, will I be allowed to make the opposant mine?" He answered, slowly starting to look down to your hand,which was getting closer to his, both of you going towards the other.

"Only if I can make my opposant mine too!"

"You're not dumb,I'm sure you already know he's all yours now."

He took your hand, and as you walked towards the candy shop together, he made sure to never let go.

"Are we still going to do the challenge?" Ranpo asked you, with puppy eyes because this was still an opportunity for him to eat, how could he forget?

"Of course, and we're actually going the right way this time!"You said,giggling at your own words.

You looked at eachother,slowly picturing eachother's features, to make sure you kept them in your memories, forever.

You bought the candies (not without complaint from Ranpo who thought you 'didn't buy enough') and decided to start the challenge just outside the shop, putting the sweets on a random person's car(which probably wasn't the best idea,but you didn't care at all).

The challenge wasn't really fair, Ranpo was chugging on the candies crazy fast,as expected, competing with him wasn't a piece of cake. But he even had the courage to stop eating! Was he so sure he won...?

"Hmmm I think I could go faster if I took a bite of yours!" Ranpo confidently said, looking deep in your eyes, and making his way towards you.

But he kept getting closer and closer to you, and wouldn't stop until.

Oh.

A kiss.

It was confident, yet soft and warm, the warmth from his lips on yours slowly spreading to your whole body, and you kissed back, with everything you had in you.

This felt like time had stopped for the two of you, and you were even considering that your ability activated on its own, but no; you were just too happy together.

However, all good things have an end, and as you had to get some air, you started to take in what happened, making your heart fluster.

This defeat was the best you ever had, because losing didn't have an importance right now, what was more important was how good it felt, your sugary lips uniting both of you, the way he put his hand behind your back for support... everything, you loved everything.

And so when it came to deciding who won, you were too flustered to propose anything else than a tie and that perfectly represented your relationship, you were both as smart, hence why it was so interesting.

But now, a new form of "competition" was starting to take place, even better than before.

A/N: thanks for reading this! I hope you enjoyed it, and it even though it's still short just know it's my longest work as of now lol so it's good ig? Also sorry for the kiss scene, I just went as my mind wanted and I have no idea if this is realistic x))

Sorry for taking so long on the request,covid was being mean to me and I had a lot of personal stuff to deal with,but thanks again for the request!Was really fun to write and even if I don't think I did really well it was still fun so idrc x))

Omg why are my author notes so long

[matchandelure]

if it is not too much trouble . a humble atsushi perhaps

:D

[milky-aeons]

'𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎 𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓

ᯓ★ starring: dazai osamu, kunikida doppo, atsushi nakajima, chuuya nakahara and fyodor dostoevsky; what they would be like on their wedding day.

warnings: marriage, swearing, alcohol-intake, wife reader, w.c 3.5k

ᯓ★𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔

: ̗̀➛ Dazai, who never really acted like a conventional human being, also did not propose like one, either. After dating the enigmatic Armed Detective Agent for, by then, two years, you did not expect him to get down on one knee and produce a beautiful ring, like you had seen in the movies. But you also did not expect him to drop the question like it was a frivolous thing one random Tuesday evening while you both shared a drink at your favourite late-night bar.

Blinking, your glass frozen mid-way to your lips, you turned to him and said, "What did you... just say?" That mischievous smile you were so quick to fall for flashed across his face. "I said, why don't we get married, hmm~?"

: ̗̀➛ There was no other answer in your mind, your heart, than a resounding yes. For he was the thorn in your side as much as he was your other half. Through the whirlwind of months following, you found it hard to discern where one day ended and the next began. Time bled together until you didn't have nearly enough of it, and the day of the ceremony was here. It was a casual affair not bound too tightly by tradition. By the help of the agents, an old, abandoned manor sitting by the riverside had been fashioned into your very own cathedral.

: ̗̀➛ Yosano Akiko fussed over your dress, your hair, your makeup — to a point where you thought she was having way too much fun. And yet, she left no stones unturned, either. As you walked in through the building decorated with bouquets of flowers and rows upon rows of familiar faces, she hooked her arm into yours and walked by your side. Using Thou Shalt Not Die, the doctor instructed fluttering, iridescent butterflies to sit against your dress and your veil, the cornet of your hair, any place she could in order to make you glow.

: ̗̀➛ He stood to his towering height at the alter with his back turned to you in an immaculate suit of white. And when he spun to face you, you fell in love for a second time — with his brunet hair tucked behind his ear, the blue rose pinned to his suit lapel and his eyes; how they watched you. With a type of stunned disbelief that melted into adoration. When you came to stand by his side in front of the pastor, his hand reached down to twine with your fingers, and he whispered;

"You — are absolutely breath-taking."

: ̗̀➛ Kyouka Izumi played the role of ring-bearer, delivering a small white pillow with the two shining bands once it was time to say your vows. Dazai reached out tenderly, slowly, as if to preserve this moment for as long as he could, and lifted the veil from your face. His eyes shuttered. He reached for your hand and slid the smaller band onto your finger, his eyes downcast, his voice low and intimate.

"Through you I have found what it means to love, what it is to feel human, and while I am by your side — I endeavour to protect and earn that title. For as long as I shall live, I am yours. My soul, my name, they are all yours."

: ̗̀➛ As the ceremony reached its closure, when you had both been bound to each other in heart and in soul, Dazai could not wait another moment before he could reach for you. As soon as the words you may kiss the bride left the pastor's lips, Dazai had looped his arms around your waist and bent you back into a dramatic dip. Cheers and claps filled the riverside chapel, you smiled widely against his lips, expecting nothing less of him. Your soulmate. Your husband. Your Osamu, who's name you brandished as your own.

𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 . . .

"Kunikida-kun~!" Dazai's loud voice, a little accentuated with alcohol, swam over the crowd. "Play the thing we talked about!"

Curious, your head turned to the sounds of footsteps shuffling onto the dancefloor illuminated by pale spotlights. The afterparty was in full swing, you had been flanked by a group of well-wishing women when your husband's voice reached your ears. Each of you observed as Dazai, alongside Kunikida, Junichirou, Atsushi and little Kenji took centre stage. Excited murmurs fluttered through the throng.

"What on earth are they doing?" You wondered, and then the starting notes to All The Single Ladies began blaring from the party speakers. Your mouth dropped. Every single one of the Armed Detective Agents began to move in unison to the beat of the music.

And for the third time, you fell in love with him, again. Expecting that there would be many more to come.

ᯓ★𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎

: ̗̀➛ Kunikida Doppo, who, at first, had not planned to marry you. After all, you only met twenty out of his proposed fifty-eight requirements that made the perfect wife. That was the thing about your relationship, however — you had come into the agent's life unplanned, uninvited, and turned every one of his rigid ideals up on their heads.

: ̗̀➛ Yet it was only telling of the Idealist and his old habits, how Kunikida went about asking for your hand in marriage. It had been early on a weekday afternoon when he had called you into one of the private meeting rooms of the Agency's office. He'd pushed his glasses up the strong bridge of his nose and laid out his terms. He'd even written a business contract for you to sign. The page had gone flying in the air when you had tackled him from across the table. Smattering a thousand kisses against his blushing, flustered face and breathing the words yes, yes, you silly man, yes!

: ̗̀➛ To concur with both your family's wishes and his own, a traditional wedding was set in motion. Kunikida Doppo was always a man to abide by rules and regulations, but it had occurred to you that perhaps he was taking this affair a little too seriously. For your parents, he gifted them the very traditional shiraga thread. During the sake ceremony, the blond sat ramrod straight, moving mechanically to take sips from the three cups. One for past, one for present, and one for your future. Together.

: ̗̀➛ He was so serious, in fact, that you had become nervous on the morning of your wedding — your most beloved of friends helping you into your garments, trying to soothe your thoughts. What if he doesn't want to marry me? You would whisper as they fashioned your hair up. What if I've forced him into this, what if he's unhappy? To one of your many anxieties, your friend had met your eyes in the mirror, and smiled.

"Oh, honey," She chuckled, leaning down to kiss you on the cheek. "You should see the way that man looks at you."

: ̗̀➛ Her words played in your mind as the traditional music was strung during your procession to meet him. The black colours he donned made his long ponytail appear golden, his body strong, his face even more handsome. As he watched you come down the shrine walkway to be by his side, the blond reached up with one hand to push his glasses away and covered his eyes. It had taken you a few months after to realise that in that moment, Kunikida Doppo had shed a tear.

: ̗̀➛ It was not tradition for vows to be spoken, and yet Kunikida asked to say a few words as the ceremony drew to a close. You watched him carefully as he picked up the microphone, curious at the intentions he had. It was in that moment that your newly wed husband faced the crowd and brought the mic to his lips.

"First, I would like to thank you all for gracing our marriage with both your presence and your blessings. It is something we will see not to squander." "Second, I would like to say some thoughts of mine, if you would all be so inclined. Marriage, to me, was initially an agreement of convenience. I had the perfect woman laid out seamlessly. And in my wife that stands with me today, I say that she is not that perfect woman I so wished to find. But she is everything more. She is my best friend, she is my support, she is the person I go to sleep thinking of and wake up searching for. To me, she is my home, and I will take care of her fiercely."

: ̗̀➛ At your small reception, Kunikida was stolen away from you by some affiliates of the Armed Detective Agency and had his sake cup topped up one too many times. He found you afterwards, and proclaimed both his love and adoration for his newly-betrothed to everyone and anyone that was within a five mile radius.

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 . . .

"Come here," You whispered to him, now in the comfort of your own apartment walls. A considerably uncoordinated Kunikida was struggling out of his Haorihimo, cursing in drunken slurs and promises of retribution to the small sliver of fabric.

Your fingers eased the cloth out from underneath his arms and you began to loosen the knot. Your husband was staring up at you from behind his crooked glasses. He swayed a little, and you stood in front of him, ready to support him if he went toppling forward off the bed.

But then, two strong, solid arms came up to the small of your back and he crushed you against him. Burying his head into your chest, he murmured;

"From the very first day I met you... I loved you. D'ya know that?"

Your heart grew tiny wings in your chest and began to sore. Smiling, you reached up, carding your fingers through his blond locks and undoing the tight ponytail.

"The first day you met me, you told me I was inefficient and lazy, my dear husband." You mused.

He grunted. "Same... thing."

ᯓ★𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐀

: ̗̀➛ Your relationship with Atsushi was one that blossomed slow and tenderly. It was a natural progression, after three years of happy dating, for the agent to ask you to marry him. Everything Atsushi Nakajima did in regards to showing his affection for you was always timid and reserved — you never expected it; the elaborate surprise he had waiting in store for you that morning you came into the Agency's offices just like you always did.

: ̗̀➛ Well, perhaps he had a little help from the other agents, for the office was barren when you entered. Your eyebrows had creased at the very uncharacteristic quiet of the usually chaotic area you worked in. You had checked the time, wondering if you had showed up a little too early on accident. But then, there was a voice — the voice of agent Dazai Osamu, shouting at you to come to the nearest window and to do so urgently—!

Each of the agents stood at the sidewalk, all holding up a sign with different characters that made up a whole sentence. A question. And Atsushi — your sweet, kind, caring Atsushi, was perched in the middle, the biggest bouquet of roses in his sheepish hands. Will you marry me?

: ̗̀➛ Both you and Atsushi decide to get married somewhere far removed from the city skyline of Yokohama. You wanted somewhere special to remember this day, and perhaps, the great outdoors and stretching greens spoke to Atsushi's beastly side a little more, too. So you chose the heart of a nearby woodland where a great, ancient willow tree served as your alter.

: ̗̀➛ Atsushi wore a suit of sky-blue. You wore a simple slip dress decorated with accents of lace and flowers, Kenji had twined some wildflowers into your hair. The fauna of the forest acted as your choir when you walked down the small trail of brambles to your soon-to-be husband who waited at the base of the winding trunk.

: ̗̀➛ The reception was held in a greenhouse funded by the Agency's private books — you and Atsushi were members, after all, so Kunikida took a little less persuading than usual to move his ledgers around. For lunch, you served chazuke, and when you took the first dance, Atsushi's eyes appeared more gold than they were violet as they looked at you so lovingly the whole time.

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 . . .

"Atsushi, they'll notice that we're gone." You giggled, bunching your dress up so you could step over the little bush of thickets. When you both reached the winding roots of the willow tree you promised yourselves to each other underneath, Atsushi transformed his arms and legs into their tiger equivalents.

"Dazai-san said he'd keep everyone entertained." He whispered, and then stepped forward to wrap his soft arms around you. "Are you ready?"

"It may be a little late for second thoughts." You teased, but looped your arms around his slender neck and relaxed into his hold. The new golden band on your finger glinted in the moonlight.

And using that tiger-strength, Atsushi dug his claws into the ancient tree bark and began to climb. Higher and higher until you both broke through the canopy cover and could look to the millions of stars winking at you overhead.

"Oh, Atsushi." You breathed in awe, taking in the wonders above. "Oh, it's beautiful."

Your husband nuzzled into your hair and whispered, "Each one represents all the lifetimes I'd still find and fall in love with you in."

ᯓ★𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀

: ̗̀➛ It had initially been you and your General lover's plan to keep your engagement quiet and have a small affair away from town. Just the two of you, because Chuuya thought some of his colleagues were insufferable pains in his ass, and all hell would break loose if they were to figure out they had a wedding plan on their hands. It was, however, unfortunate, that you two had been discussing what type of ceremony you'd like to have when Hirotsu was just about to turn one of the corners. It took exactly one hour for the entire Port Mafia to know. Two for it to reach the Armed Detective Agency.

: ̗̀➛ It was no longer a personal affair. This wedding became a spectacle within the Mafia's ranks. From the lowest levels all the way to the boss himself, everyone was abuzz with ideas and anticipation, excited that one of their top brass was getting married and they could all take advantage of the time off to have a grand party. Chuuya threatened to resign several times, you always laughed at how excited the entire criminal organisation became at the prospect of celebration.

: ̗̀➛ True to the boss' word, you and Chuuya's wedding was held in one of the grandest churches Yokohama had to offer — having mysteriously skipped the two year waiting list. The building was laved in gold and stain glass windows. Chuuya wore a fine suit of blood-red and a black tie that contrasted with his wild curls, his hard blue eyes. But when they saw you come down the aisle, they softened, and when he said his vows to you, you never thought anyone would look at you with such adoration ever again.

: ̗̀➛ The main event was held in the bowels of the Port Mafia — one of the largest show-rooms this organisation had to offer, with chandeliers hanging from the ceilings and a private band playing any songs they were requested. Chuuya, for the majority of your reception, could not seem to keep his hands off of you. If you were not by his hip, his eyes would instantly go searching for you within the throng of party-goers. When he did find you, he would place a hand to the small of your back, he'd lean in to kiss you and say;

"There you are, my wife."

: ̗̀➛ There was another reason as to why Chuuya Nakahara was originally so hellbent on taking your wedding somewhere more quiet and peaceful. And it came in the form of a brunet ex-partner waltzing into the organisation's party, a broad simper on his infuriating face. Dazai Osamu took your hand and kissed the back of it, extending his deepest sympathies and that if you ever needed to blow off steam, he could give you his number.

: ̗̀➛ The Port Mafia ballroom had originally started off with three grand chandeliers. After Dazai had purred those taunting words, there was then, only two.

: ̗̀➛ After the many shards had been swept from the floor by a cleaning crew, the private band struck an up-beat quartet. Both you and your newly-wed husband took to the floor for the first dance. Chuuya's hand splayed protectively against your back, his other gloved palm slotting into yours and guiding you to twirl, skip, spin.

𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 . . .

"Shit, sorry." He grumbled when your foreheads were touching, the proximity sending his breath fanning across your cheeks. His pointy canines were jutting against his bottom lip. "That motherfucker — he just makes me see red."

"Hey, it's okay." You said, catching his eyes. "Because I love you. You, Nakahara. I am all yours and no one else's."

Those words touched something deep within this man's chest. Of course, the proof that you were his sat in the form of two stacked rings on your left hand, but to hear it. To look into your beautiful eyes and see the amount of love there.

He surprised you by reaching down to your hips and lifting you up, twirling you around, around, around.

"And I'm forever yours, babydoll."

ᯓ★𝐅𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐄𝐕𝐒𝐊𝐘

: ̗̀➛ The initial letter you received from Fyodor asking for your hand in marriage — originally, you believed it to be fake. A shallow joke from someone who knew of you and the mastermind's occasional on-and-off relationship whenever he returned to your homeland. But as you traced the delicate loops of the handwriting that looked so much like his own, in the intimate moonlight beams of late night — you'd let yourself imagine. Hope. Only for it to swell and dwindle like ashes of a flame. Because there was just no way he would ask to marry you. That he would marry, at all.

: ̗̀➛ It was fitting then; how palpable your shock was when the slender, pale man you had accidentally fallen in love with — like a fool — was standing on the other side of your door that early morning. You had blinked hard, rubbed your eyes, wondered if you were weary from too many sleepless nights. When the stars had cleared from your vision, he was still there. An amused little smile stretched against his lips.

"So? Are you ready to get married?" You stared at him. And stared. And then dropped your morning cup of coffee onto the tiles of your hallway.

: ̗̀➛ At the news of your sudden betrothal, your family were both elated with a healthy dose of scepticism. Who is this man you are intending to marry, they fluttered around you with questions when you broke the news. Fyodor? I've never heard you speak of him, why do you intend to marry this man, girl? At that, you had smiled, not bothering to hide the small heat of blush on your ears, and murmured;

"Because he's a thief, and he stole my heart a very long time ago."

: ̗̀➛ The wedding was held in an old cathedral of gothic architecture. You don't think you've ever seen Fyodor look so refined; standing there in his simple suit of stone-grey with a black shirt. He had his hair tucked behind his ears, his eyebags were a little less pronounced, his skin brighter — but perhaps that was just the early-morning light. When you stood before your husband to-be and handed your heart over to him, for him, there was a shift in his eyes. You could not explain it, but you knew it ran deep. You knew that in his own way, he was also handing himself over to you. And you would accept all of him, just like you accepted his name.

: ̗̀➛ Much to the dismay of your family, you did not hold a wedding reception after the ceremony, but that was only because Fyodor decided to walk with you through the freezing streets of Moscow. He held your hand, and even though on many nights where you lay together he was stone-cold, today, he felt warm.

𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 . . .

"Fyodor?"

"Hmm?" He answered, noticing the sheepish tone in your voice. You looked up at him with those big doe eyes.

"Why did you ask to marry me?"

Fyodor held your gaze for a long, pregnant second. It was at that moment that a single flake of snow fluttered down from the grey sky and landed on his immaculate suit. Then another. Each one the same colour as your dress, each one different to the rest.

Fyodor held out his hand to catch them. "Why does the snow fall? Because it is natural. It is meant to be. I married you because it is the way I wish to fall. With you, by my side."

✎ . . . requested by the lovely @cocodrilofeliz!

WRITING REQUESTS

[candiedfright]

Your dazai looks like a mii person specifically with wii graphics. It's tasty.

ok

[that-one-raccoon]

Soukoku Wedding in Vegas:

The Reception...

(just to clarify, i have no idea where the og picture was taken but i doubt its vegas)

[birb0t]

Karl cuddling with Fukuzawas stray cats

bro thinks he's on the team (he is)

[definetelynotavampire]

May i request Atsushi or Nikolai introducing Sigma to different kinds of foods or desserts for the lovely manager to try?

personally, i wouldn't try anything Nikolai offers...

[ravencincaide]

You'll always have me 

Summary: Even on your hardest days and darkest moments, Chuuya is there to wipe your tears away and give you hope that things are and can be fixed. 

Pairing: Chuuya x fem! Reader 

Requested by anon ‘ rage quit and Chuuya comfort’ 

Warnings: barely-edited, cursing, crying, kinda hurt-comfort/fluff? 

I hope this brings a little comfort to you <3, 

Enjoy 

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You paced back and forth in the bedroom of your tiny apartment; tears streaming down your face while you mindlessly nibbled on the nail of your right thumb. Your left arm was wrapped tightly around your stomach, combatting the nauseating anxiety that grew for each passing moment. 

You couldn’t believe you did that. 

You didn’t exactly want to call the demon by its name and somehow accept it as reality. To admit that it happened and that you acted before thinking. That you simply and inelegantly rage-quit. Send everyone to hell without considering the consequences- god what were you going to do about income? And the apartment? And the– 

You heard your front door rip open and spun around just in time to see your lover rushing through. The blue of his eyes looked wild in his pale worried-to-death face. His ginger hair a mess, standing in all the directions, top hat barely on his head and the black normally pristine coat haphazardly thrown onto him. It had leaves and branches on it, telling you he had prioritized driving the fast route over the safe one to get to you. 

“ Ohh sweetheart” he muttered, not bothering to kick off his shoes or hang his coat as he took several quick strides to reach you. He was quick to place a gloved hand on your cheek, tilting your head up so he could get a good look at you. “ Hey hey it’s okay, look at me, please?” 

You let out a pitiful sob as you turned your gaze from the floor and up to face his worried expression. He shushed you gently, using his other arm to untangle your arm from your stomach. He then carefully brushed the tips of his fingers over your clothes, checking for aches and pains, injuries and blood.

“ Chuu…” you started as you felt another wave of tears wash over you. 

Where were you even gonna start explaining this mess to him? Moreover, how were you supposed to face him? Would he leave you now that you were jobless? 

Would he? 

You bowed your head in shame and worry. If he left you….what the hell were you supposed to do then?! 

“ Sweetheart, are you injured anywhere?” Chuuyas eyes continued to scan your body, each inch of your skin. You shook your head but he asked the question again in a more pressing tone; “ Sweets are you physically hurt anywhere?” 

You looked up and let out a rather pitiful “No..”. You saw him let out a breath he was holding, stress draining out of his shoulders. He slumped a little, clearly your physical health was the number one priority for him. 

“ Okay then” he started taking your face in his hands and stroking the tears away with his thumbs. “ What’s going on?” 

“ I ehh…” you swallowed back a sob, your voice shaking “ I rage-quit!”

Chuuya eyed you and your sobbing for a long moment, clearly unsure whether he heard you right. “ Is that all?” he asked you carefully “ You quit your job that treated you like shit?” 

“ I’m so stupid I’m sorry I know I should have something lined up and bills and–” your rambling was cut off by Chuuya pressing his lips to yours, effectively silencing you. When you broke away, he kissed you again and again until you were willing to listen. 

“ Sweetheart, that place wasn't good for you, so don’t even think a second more about it” he stated matter of factly “ In a year, no in a month you’ll be looking back at this incident and thanking the gods that you got yourself out of that place. Honestly hun, there’s nothing to cry or apologize about.”

Chuuya shifted you so you were facing his chest, his arms wrapped tightly and securely around you. His lips were pressing long and calming kisses on top of your hair. In fact he seemed completely unbothered by your ‘rage quitting confession’. 

You pushed back to look up at him again, trying to get him to understand:  “But I quit! Without a backup plan, with bills and debts to pay and and–” 

“ –And i’m proud of you” he stated with a smile on his lips. “ It was a hard decision but a necessary one. I’m glad you finally took the plunge. Honestly that place is not worth your tears sweetheart” 

 “ But what am I supposed to do now?” you cried moving back in his embrace feeling the returning urge to start pacing again“ How can you say it’s a good thing when I don’t even know where to start fixing this mess?!” 

“ Well you have me for one” he grinned holding you still before pressing his forehead against yours forcing you to stare into his eyes “ It’s not easy and it will not be easy but you’ll get through it, I’m absolutely certain of that Sweetness. After all and despite everything you’ll always have me.” 

You swallowed, nodding slowly as he repeated each word until you finally believed it. He was right in that regard, it would be hard but you were certain you could rely on Chuuya to be your pillar of strength as you worked your way out of this mess. 

One minute, one hour, one day at a time.  

Seeing you calm down slightly, Chuuya still made no move to let you go. In fact he seemed to bring you even closer to himself, salvaging your presence and warmths. Silence dragged on for a short while until Chuuya finally broke it; “ Now Y/N we’re going to put this incident to rest- stop wasting precious tears over such minor fixable things and we’re gonna have a spa day. We’re going to get pampered and lay in baths and bubbles, drink a glass of wine, get all the treatments you want so you feel like the queen you are..” he leaned up and pressed another kiss to your forehead “ And tomorrow we’ll sit together and I’ll help you search jobs, deal?” 

“ Chuuya but..”  

“ No buts Sweetheart. We’re gonna start with building your confidence and then get you a killer job that will make you forget all about your old one. That is something you can bet your pretty little ‘butt’ on” he chuckled as he tapped a gloved finger against your nose before beginning to move you both towards the door, reminding you once more through both words and actions how much you meant to him. 

Yes, you were absolutely certain that no matter how cruel life was and how many mistakes you’d make, you’d always have Chuuya to pick you up, wipe your tears and give you strengths.

[thatkarleesidraws]

Hii:D

First thing,I just came across ur blog and looking at ur art I can only say:I,LOVE,IT!UR ARTSTYLE IS SO JSMSJEUANBRUD I wanna eat ur art fr

And second,abt the sketch request,can u draw akutagawa going (◉-◉)?

Chibi aku my beloved😭

ThanQ 🙏

You’re sweet, thank you so much! 🥹❤️

Here you go haha

[blake-elladonna]

Hello, I love your Chuuya x Reader comfort story. I read a lot of your stories. Anyway, can I take a request? So actually, I'm a high-achiever person. It turns out the grade that I expected was not as I wanted. The grade was not that bad, but I wanted the perfect score. In the end, I got a mental breakdown, but my surroundings didn't help me because I was just a perfectionist. I wish Chuuya could reassure me when I was crying over, telling me how useless I am. T_T

Hi! I’m really sorry about your grade and I hope this comforts you in some way! This is my first request and I tried my best! 🤍 I hope you enjoy this and feel better soon!! 🤍

Perfect

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟒𝟏𝟑

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟐 𝐦𝐢𝐧. 𝟐 𝐬𝐞𝐜.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Chuuya reassures you — a high-achiever perfectionist — when you receive an imperfect grade.

Chuuya walked into your room and immediately felt the energy shift. You were always happy, bubbly; but when it came to your academics you took it harder than anyone. He set down the mini bouquet of flowers he had gotten you at a nearby corner store and placed them on your bedside table. He figured you would like them since you had been so stressed lately.

He walked up behind your desk chair and slid his arms across your chest, resting his chin on your head. You stiffened at first but didn’t attempt to push him away. So he stayed there. Your heartbreaking test paper covered with tears serving as a reminder of why your hands stuck to your face like glue.

“I’m—” Your words got cut off by your tears and sniffling. “—I’m so useless.”

“You aren’t useless.” He reformed in a soft tone. He leaned down and pressed a kiss against your head and temple. “But I am.” You interjected but Chuuya shook his head.

You let out a heavy breath and slid your fingers across the underparts of your eyes. “I always have been. No matter how much I study, no matter how much I— I can’t do anything right.”

When you swallowed heavily and wiped your face again, Chuuya took this opportunity to take your lightened hands in his. His thumbs gliding across your soft skin. “Perfect isn’t always right you know, I’m not perfect and I think I’m pretty right for you. No one in this world is perfect. And if someone says they are, they aren’t because they’re liars.”

His matter of factness made you laugh even if you didn’t want to. “So, don’t be so hard on yourself. I know that’s harder said than done but at the end of the day, life isn’t fair and it isn’t perfect. No one is.” Chuuya shifted his chin to your shoulder and pressed another kiss against your cheek once he wiped it. “So, come on, stand up. I need to hug you.”

Chuuya knew you would resist but he turned your chair around anyway. He pulled your hands away from your face to help you stand up and once you did, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest.

“I love you.” He whispered. Your body started to break down into tears again prompting him to rest his hand on the back of your head. “I’ll always be here for you. Perfect or not.”

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[stuffeddeer]

first time kissing with the sillies… ada!dazai is defo more experienced and pleasant, but kissing pmzai would be so awkward, giggly and full of teeth

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PT2 (kinda)

15!Dazai would be so inexperienced and childish fhuisehfu hold on lemme do smth .

“Haah!~” Dazai leaned back as he let out a huge breath of air, face bright red with a big grin on his face. His reaction made you flustered, not expecting such a dramatic response to a little kiss (even from Dazai).

It had been very heat of the moment: a sudden and quick press of your lips on his (could it even be described as a kiss?) to celebrate the two of you becoming official partners - dating. Two seasoned mafiosos were acting like giddy children just from holding hands for the first time and telling each other how they felt.

And now, Dazai had his face buried in his hands, working hard to try and steady his heart rate. “You— th-that— ” It was rare to see Dazai so speechless, causing your own face to heat up as you stepped back.

“Sorry sorry sorry!” It was reflexive the way you apologized, one hand over your mouth and the other gripping your shirt just above your heart.

“Don’t you dare apologize!” He finally looked back up at you from his hands, huge grin still plastered on his lips as he grabbed you by your hands. “D-do it again!”

LET 15!DAZAI BE A KID 🗣️🗣️🗣️ he’d be so silly and EXPECTANT that greedy jerk.. The second you give him one (1) small kiss, he’s all over you begging for more. But god forbid you ask for a kiss, then he’s teasing you about how you want him so badly and you’re sooo pathetic and whipped for him— he’s the worst!!!! And he will not work on it!

PM!Dazai would be, like anon said, still a little awkward, but definitely more put together. He’d be anxious to initiate, looking anywhere other than you as he tried to figure out the best way to go about it. Probably some experience with kissing would be under his belt by this point, so it wouldn’t be just a peck on the lips: He’d be a bit more committed, but still pull away after only a few moments just to see how you’d react.

When you showed signs of reciprocation and wanting more, Dazai would just pull you back in once again, smiling and giggling as he refused to let your lips leave his this time. His eyes would be screwed shut so tightly, hands resting awkwardly on your biceps and squeezing gently… He just doesn’t want to let go!!! Once you basically pry him off with a crowbar, he’s flushed and heady, turning away from you and letting out a groan. He’s embarrassed a little bit by his actions, but turns back around once again so he can tease you (common across all Dazais). It’s his way of trying to get you to say you enjoyed it :( so tell him he is a very good kisser and you like him very much so he can grin proudly and tell everyone that his partner says he’s an amazing kisser!!! (Even if you technically didn't!!)

ADA!Dazai would be smug but needy, pulling you in for kiss after kiss. You’d part away after the first one, ready to hear some teasing remark or cocky retort, only to find his lips back on yours once again. One hand would move to hold your waist gently, the second holding you in place cupping your cheek as he’d press more and more upon your lips. The soft feeling of your lips on his causes his whole body to tingle, barely aware of how many times he’s pulled you back in as you let out a small chuckle. He does not care, just repeating the process over and over and over—

“Dazai!” You’d yelp, lightly chastising him. It's punctuated with a giddy giggle that Dazai loves the sound of.

He’d gaze at you adoringly, eyes half lidded and smiling with his cheeks pink. With a teasing tone, he'd reply, “You sayin' you want me to stop?”

And he’d be kissing you again before you could reply. All Dazais are the type to chase your lips after a kiss, but ADA!Dazai in particular is terrible about it. There is never just one kiss with him, even if he promises that’s all in between whines! Do not give in!!!!! You’ll be stuck all day :(

“There are worse places to be trapped, right?”

Beast!Dazai… ougghhh. His first kiss with you would be so somber, like he knows what he’s condemning you to by allowing the both of you to remain in close proximity. It’s slow and almost cold, the way he gently presses his hands into your sides and lets out a heavy breath against your lips, eyes shut tiredly. It’s solemn, but also peaceful - the only time Dazai can just sit with everything he has to do. He’d pull away slowly, a sad smile on his face as he sees your flustered look and wide eyes…

Your last kiss with him is almost worse. It’s needy: hands moving everywhere they can and eyes shut so tightly as he prays to be anywhere else, be anyone else while pouring every emotion that fills him to the brim right onto your lips. He’d mutter an apology right before and so many words of gratitude right after. You cup his face gently, asking him what was wrong, but Dazai would just pull away, leaving you all alone.

someone ask me to do this again bc i've already written more ideas