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naboman · 2 months

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Pit.

Chapter One: peeler

Synopsis: Perhaps he was too drunk that night, and although he was called crazy, he was still lucid enough to be convinced that the face of that person was familiar. But what guarantee did Dazai have that his waiter was the killer who had been terrorising the dirty alleys of Yokohama? Pairing: PM!Dazai + Fem!Reader. Genres: suspense, investigation and graphic horror (mentions of body horror). Warnings: The content below features graphically descriptive violence, angst for the most part, hints of a sadistic Dazai bent on ‘yandere’.

Mono: Japanese kanji for ‘thing, object or matter’.

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It was no mean feat of his to arrive early, but there he was, a small glass with the commonly served round ice cube, his shot of whisky came in a generous amount. For a moment, Osamu wondered if this was a courtesy of the house, but on taking a closer look at the waiter who was serving him this evening, he could only conclude that it was nothing more than inexperience.

The figure was rather small, with a thin face and dark circles visible under his eyes. Osamu wasn't one to rush into things, but in his short assimilation of characteristics he could deduce with some basis that the person was physically ill, which was the reason behind her frail appearance. However, he snapped out of it when Odasaku appeared in the doorway of the bar, pausing for a second, as if absorbing his surroundings, inhaling the scent of alcohol, the dazai's cologne in the air and the wood under his nose. Something familiar. As Odasaku approached, Dazai's interest focused on the man, leaving aside the well-dressed figure who was rummaging through the counter, looking for utensils to dust. The service wasn't very interesting; on the contrary, it was the same as what the old waiter used to do. “Mono, can you serve me another one of these?” Odasaku nodded slightly, with his usual calmness, which was also reciprocated with a chaste nod. Dazai just followed the nameless waiter's movement, light but still restrained, like water swirling around in a bottle, light but still malleable and slippery. He ignored it for the moment. It seemed better than trying to decipher the puzzle with the missing pieces. “Mono… Isn't it?” “What's it like?” Odasaku slowed his steps, his eyes now focused on Osamu, who stared up at the cloudy Yokohama sky with nothing but his one brown eye, brown obscured by the darkness of the night. “That girl, in the bar” To Odasaku, his question seemed timid, but in reality, Osamu just didn't have the words to describe the figure in the bar, the person who had a slight countenance, slippery attitudes and tense movements, as if that body didn't even belong to her. She was in the process of adapting to his own skin. “Do you know her?” “Ah…” Comprehension struck Odasaku, the edge of his gaze left Osamu and he began to appreciate the cityscape, not with admiration, but contentment ”I've only seen it a few times, three I think, it's a mystery even to the owner.” “I didn't know that bars hired minors,” he laughed acidly, purely out of hypocrisy. “I don't think that's the case,” Odasaku shrugged. “Are you saying that Mono is one of those people who has only grown up mentally, but is still minuscule? Like Chuuya…” he meditated with his index finger raised, somewhat bemused. An understanding hum escaped the man, his hands buried in his pockets. “I think her case is a little more complex,” was the only plausible answer he gave Dazai as they walked back down the gloomy alley together.

#1 day of socializing

His strides were a little more lively, but still at a meek pace, perhaps due to the curiosity energizing his cold bones, the mythical mystery making him feel a little more heated, Osamu had a sadism for things he didn't know, perhaps it brought out his investigative side. In any case, Osamu soon sat down, fingering the counter with his long fingers, which tinkled in a soft thud on the wood, like a bird's walk. His silent scandal was more than enough to get Mono's attention. Tec, tec, tec… Tec… “Good evening, how can I…” Mono paused in her words when she noticed the familiar figure, although she hadn't been involved before, she paid attention to the man's silhouette, after all, hardly anyone with Osamu's profile would go unnoticed among people. Mono's gaze fell on Osamu's bandaged eye, as if she was trying to look him in the eye that was missing. Mono's gaze was not the most receptive, it was pleasant for her trade, but anywhere else her gaze would be described as “distant” or “lost”. Osamu felt that he could drown if he delved any deeper into her taciturn eyes, a place, he didn't know where, but as dark as velvet, so dense that it would suffocate him to death. Osamu's pupils dilated. “One dose,” an amused smile stretched across his lips. A moment of silence adorned the air, as if fullness reigned in the hearts of alcoholics, Osamu usually drank more than once a week, so one more dose during a Wednesday would be nothing, perhaps it would help him forget the cut in the palm of his bandaged hand. The gauze had a bloodstain that stretched across his palm, but the blood was dry and hard as cement. If he said it didn't hurt, he'd be blatantly lying to himself. Dazai will need more than a sore hand to satisfy his curiosity. He just needs a few splinters… a few pieces, to get to the treasure. “I've never seen you around here” He intrudes on Mono's thoughts, the shelf where they kept the still-sealed bottles was at the other end of the counter, making her look up from her shoulder ”Forgive me, am I getting in the way?” Osamu knows he is, but he's counting on his obedient dog talk to give him some assistance in prolonging the conversation. “Not at all, sir.” After a few seconds processing the break in the silence, Mono meditated, still oblivious to the conversation. “Sir?” Osamu repeated with disgust, an obvious wrinkle forming at the corner of his nose from the nausea “You see, I'm not that older” he sneered. “So…” With her attention still on the shelves, she meditated with her index finger under her lower lip, evidently distracted “what should I call you?” “Dazai” He said slowly, as if Mono needed to catch every syllable of his valuable name ‘Osamu Dazai, that's what I want you to call me’. For the first time in a while, she turned to look at him, with a bottle of Johnnie Walker in hand, opening it and pouring it into Osamu's glass, making the ice crackle loudly. “As you wish, Mr. Dazai” He nodded without blinking.

#2 day of socializing

“Is that really your name?” Dazai asked casually, like a classmate, before borrowing his materials. Not really caring, just trying to get what he wanted, before returning to his own seat in the classroom. “Hm?” She hummed with her mouth, flipping through the notebook on the counter. This time, Mono had put herself in a customer position, the older barista now being Osamu's waiter, while she, scribbling on the slightly dirty pages with a pen that Dazai had lent her, from the pocket of his overcoat. “Your name,” Dazai repeated. “But… you know my name.” Mono replied, still in his impartial but confused self. One thing Osamu had learned about the girl was that her compliant personality would give him any information he wanted, all he had to do was poke at it until it came out. 'Ah, if only all the enemies of the port mafia were like that…' he thought, almost letting out a weak sigh at the thought. “I know that's your trade name, I want to know the real one” He dispelled the girl's argument. Dazai lowered his eyes to look at the notebook in her hand, now having a clearer view of the text “And it's wrong here, correct it”. “A-ah… Right” Dazai didn't go to school, so he wondered if all students had grammar failures to the point of getting simple elements of spelling wrong. For a moment, he allowed himself to wonder what it was like, although he could say that his interest in going to school was nil, or too small. He couldn't understand the appeal of the environment, the people… It all seemed like such a bored. “Here too” Dazai interrupted the girl's train of thought, pressing his index finger on the flawed words, making her fixate on his commands ‘and… Here’. A brief hum in agreement was what Osamu received, not that he was complaining, it would potentially be harder to tolerate if she questioned his corrections, so for now his loud hum was enough. “Here too” Gently he exhaled the air from his lungs, one elbow resting on the counter and his left arm holding an already empty glass, Osamu squinted his eyes a little "let me see this". “I don't think you need it,” she said, but even reluctantly, she handed the notebook to Osamu, who took it with a light hand, light as a feather ”it's strange to have someone so young teaching me…” She admitted with a little shame in his tone. Osamu ignored his humble confession and focused on the text, and damn, was he surprised. As he read on, the gap between his eyebrows gradually narrowed, it wasn't easy to take him by surprise, but he was honestly shocked by some of the things he read. “Shit, are you sure you're going to school? There's some pretty tense stuff here…” He criticized, not with his usual mockery, but in unpleasant surprise, “You should do some supplementary lessons, if you must know, Miss… [Name]?”. The sound of her name coming from Dazai's bold lips was the trigger for her to take the notebook from his hands, a little resentfully, hugging him as if her life depended on it. Dazai had his long-awaited moment at last. It made him smile slightly. “[Name] Tamagawa… Is that really your name? Well, it must be…” he said to himself, more to himself than to the girl next to him "It's in your notebook, after all". Her name echoed in his head like a loop, as if he were trying to memorize it so he wouldn't forget it. She took a deep breath, a little bent over the counter, either from tiredness or embarrassment. “Yeah, that's my name, actually,” she muttered quietly, receiving an appraising look from Dazai, something in a limbo between curiosity and unfounded contempt, but moreover contained with an almost sick admiration for knowing more and more about his newest bartender.

#3 days of socializing :

“Getting somewhere”

Dazai hadn't been to the bar for the last week, it was nice for a change, although he was tired from his occupations within the Port Mafia, he was still typing his report, not far ahead, Chuuya was dipping the fries in the ketchup with little or no mercy, if they were alive they would be crying for help, their throats sore from screaming, while their failing vocal cords were gradually losing their timbre, just like the traitors he… His thoughts dissipated when he noticed the young waitress arriving with a tray, possibly the same age as him, with a single cup of strawberry milk shake. Mr.Mori would be screaming seeing all that extra whipped cream and sugar sprinkled on his cup.

“Sorry it took so long,” she laughed lightly, setting the glass down carefully. “Don't worry about it” A gallant smile swept across her sullen expression, leaving the girl somewhat embarrassed before she left. Chuuya couldn't help rolling her eyes, but refrained from words. “Why the hell am I still here? Don't you think I have better things to do?” Chuuya complained, still devouring the potatoes from his portion, to which Osamu responded with silence and the sound of his mug swirling the sugary drink. “You're a key element in my mission,” he said with a cocky tone, ”no wonder you're doing my security.” “That's ridiculous, you don't even need security,” he grumbled in return. “I'll take that as a compliment” “Far from it!” “Look” He threw some unopened cards in the redhead's direction, with a total lack of care. “Watch where you throw those things!” He snorted nonetheless, picking them up and opening them to see the contents, something that took him by surprise. Had he been a little more sensitive, he feared he would have felt like vomiting. The photographs were nothing more than scenes from horror movies. The bodies of old mafia members tainted like animals, the murders not brutally maniacal in intent, but quick damage to kill them as quickly as possible. Fatal damage, but sloppy nonetheless. “Our killer has just started in the profession” Chuuya scrolled through the photos, looking at them one by one, each scene more distorted than the next. “These must have been high-ranking members, some of them were even Mrs. Kouyo's security guards.” A thoughtful murmur escaped Chuuya. “And what exactly are you planning to prove with that, asshole? All we have are these disgusting photos, there's nothing to give us any clues about our killer.” Chuuya tossed the photos back to Osamu, who let out a murmur of approval. “We've got some additional damage, look closely, there's something on the ground here” He pointed at Chuuya, who noticed well enough to identify a slimy, milky liquid on the walls of the alley in which the photograph was taken, scraps of skin on the ground and traces of dried blood, as if someone had cut open a dead animal with such a violation during the crime scene. “It doesn't make sense, the bodies have without any kind of dismemberment…” Chuuya's fist was under his chin, giving him a thoughtful posture. His countenance held a troubled confusion. “I know,” Dazai confirmed, now giving priority to the cityscape outside the window, the diner overlooked a street of busy cars, and at the end of the street, a hospital with little traffic ”The chief was at the corpse inspections and took some samples of that disgusting stuff on the walls…” “É?” “The genetic material doesn't match any of our agents.” Dazai concluded, with an impassive face, something Chuuya hated more than seeing any arrogant sentiment on the bastard's face, it was seeing nothing, simply the emptiness that left open his innermost, grotesque self. But before she could sink into the emptiness of Dazai's apathetic expression, his countenance began to move again, like a doll haunted by some evil spirit. “Which gives us room for interpretation” “And they would be…?” One of Dazai's fingers went up: “We're dealing with a self-mutilator, but the cause of his actions is still a mystery” another finger went up, forming a V “the second would be that the killer catches them at unassuming and opportune moments, disappearing with the victims' partners and leaving only Mafia agents” “Which would imply that the killer knew the faces of our men,” Chuuya added. “Exactly, that indicates that we may be dealing with a traitor” Dazai mused. Chuuya took on a stern, tense expression. Another finger rose in the air, now making the air a little less breathable for Chuuya, the idea of a third hypothesis making him alarmed. “And the third assumption was made by the boss, I disbelieve it, but there's still a possibility” Chuuya waited in silence for Osamu's revelation, who stared at him with his eyes once again hollow. “We may be dealing with a skill user”

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xoxostarzzz · 10 months

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The way things go. (2)

- fluff/slliiiight angst

- chuuya x gn! reader

-(gender neutral reader)

-last part?

EVEN if it meant cutting ties with you. Unaware completely, you had spent the night for the next week on that rooftop, waiting for him.

He never showed.

Yet, you still stayed, listening to that playlist. Though, now you were looking at those two stars in the sky. It reminded you of Chuuya, why isn’t he here? He should be, he always is. Yet, no sign of him.

You decided to text him, typing out’

‘Chuu’? You okay? I haven’t seen you in a while.’

You stared at the screen, watching it go from delivered, to read, to showing him typing, then stop. A sigh came from you, you had put your phone down and went back to your playlist, not hearing the vibration of your phone, Chuuya had responded.

‘You’re just now asking?’

From behind his own phone, a scoff came. He had just finished a mission, leaning on an alleyway wall, smoking a cigarette, and the two start visible for him too. He stared at the screen before looking at your old messages, he’s been more dry lately, and you’ve been kinda off too. As if you know something wrong, but don’t know how to bring it up, or what to say.

He thought for a moment, before hesitantly typing for a second time, ignoring the ‘delivered’ under his message.

‘You fucked me up.’

That then, was when you heard the vibration from your phone, swiping up and clicking the message notification. So it was you, what’d you do? You were about to type it out but stopped just like he did. …Before responding again, Just like he did.

‘Come to the rooftop.’

He stared at that message, ‘read’ stayed there too. Before throwing his cigarette on the ground, and stepping on it he started walking to the rooftop.

In a normal case, he would have been done with Port Mafia missions at this time, but he’s been occupying himself with more work, not wanting to think about you. Or how much he misses you, how much he loves you. No, stop.

His teeth gritted as his eyes were covered by his hat, he was staring at the ground while walking as if it was the cause of his current problems. His mind was full of thoughts, thoughts that wondered why this was happening, why he now realized his feelings for you. Even hating you would be better than this, ‘cause this shouldn’t be happening. He should just be friends with you like he always has. Yes, you two are super close, yes, you’re practically dating already. Does that matter? No. He shouldn’t EVER like you, regardless of reasoning.

He had started to see that rooftop now, and the way you two had made to get up it. More thoughts cloud his mind, and his grit gets bigger, why are you doing this to him? He hates you, and that he likes you, it’s running him. He’s not HIM anymore. He doesn’t wanna be soft, or lovey-dovey with you. Yes, you two have.. moments where that happens. But, he doesn’t want to be like that all of the time. He just wished it could stay how it was before all this, this is too frustrating. Too aggravating, too annoying. ..But, you aren’t. You’re the best thing that ever happened to him, oh, he loves you so, so much.

Stop! Stop, stop, stop, stop stop stop. God, can’t he just not think about you for a couple minutes?

He had now made his way up the path, slowly, angrily walking on that godforsaken rooftop. He stared at you, you were lying in your usual spot, the same as last time. You felt his presence, and slowly opened your eyes, calmly looking to the left, at Chuuya standing above you.

“Moron.”

There he was, it sounded like him. Not his weird, different personality. You gave a calm, tired smile.

“Hey, Chuu’.”

That nickname you gave him, years ago, sounds so much better when he can hear you say it. He loves your voice, it’s so beautiful, especially when you say his name. Especially when he can see you talk, not just those texts.

But, the only response he showed after his long glare, was just an eye roll. Yet, he still sat next you you, on your left. He’s so pretty.

“What did I do, huh?’

Another pause from him, what exactly DID you do? He doesn’t really know, but, were you somewhat involved in all of his problems? Yes. So what did he mumble just now?

“Everything.”

A hum came from you, before looking calmly at those two stars instead, Chuuya didn’t notice. He was staring at the rooftop. Your smile got a bit smaller for a second, but not because you were upset. Just focused.

“They’re pretty.”

He switched his glare at the rooftop, to a gaze at you, full of confusion.

“Pretty?”

You snickered. It’s like music to his ears.

“Yeah, the stars?”

He began to look up at the stars now, they were the same two stars he had seen nights before.

“I guess..”

He was mainly just focused on how you two saw the same two stars, and how they’re so recognizable. Why do they stick out so much for the two of you? Questions filled his mind as he kept looking at the stars with you. But, you had eventually cut his thoughts and questions off.

“They remind me of you.”

They remind you of him? Him? If you think they’re pretty, do you think he’s pretty? Ugh, no! Just shut up!

“...why?”

You started to smile gently again, and then began,

“The one on the bottom is distanced from the other, like how you did to me.”

His face started to frown slightly, he looked to his left, turning away from the stars and you, he was about to talk, but then you continued.

“Yes! Ruined me. My entire mind wraps around you now, I can’t stop thinking and talking about you. I miss you all the time. I get upset when you’re upset, especially if I have something to do with it!”

Your eyes widened, and turned to look at him, who was now sitting up and looking down at you, in the eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me.. that?”

His teeth gritted again, eyes rolling and now looking at the rooftop again. He knew what you meant by ‘that’.

“Because we’re supposed to just be friends. Like we always have been. I’d rather hate you than like your moronic self.”

You smiled slightly, trying to hold back a snicker. He was being open, and himself again with you. Probably because you know he likes you now.

“Liking someone isn’t your fault. I wish you would’ve told me that you like me sooner.”

He clacked his tongue down, before making some ‘tsk’ sound and angrily looking away.

“Why? So you could’ve made fun of it sooner? Not that I wouldn’t of if we switched roles..”

He mumbled that last part, you heard it and let out that snicker you were holding in.

“No… well, yes... and no. But that's not what I meant.”

“Then, what did you mean?”

“I like you too, Chuu’.”

His eyes widened as if he was in disbelief that someone like you could ever like someone like him.

“...really?”

He was now looking at you, eyes filled with hope, yet trying to not show that. You smiled at the face he was making, he was blushing a little too.

“Yeah, really. I always have.”

He just smiled, not showing anger anymore, and lay on the rooftop again next to you, looking at the stars again with you, they seemed to be closer again.

“They are pretty,”

He paused for a moment b before pulling the same stunt you did minutes ago.

“like you.”

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getonite · 5 months

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i have the visceral need to write a 3k to 5k one-shot about dazai disconnection from the people around him. just- the 'no longer human' concept, and the alienation. fuck, i wanna make him cry.

#( the yapper in me )#when i say ill put him through fucking torture #i love toying with the authors concepts and their characters in bsd #ill fuck him up #im going to fucking do it #will it be an x reader? and x chuya?? who knows #but ill ruin dazai's life #i say that as i dont have a dazai hurt/comfort fic in my drafts #dazai angst #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #bungo stray dogs

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chuunai · 10 months

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Romantic Killer - Chapter One; Time Flies By (1/2)

Modern Sniper AU! Nakahara chuuya x Sniper Best Friend! gn! reader

Synopsis: You and Chuuya Nakahara are a sniper duo from the Port Mafia, having taken care of each other from as far back as your memory goes. No parents, no family, just each other. Living in an apartment as friends by day, blowing brains out of targets at night. Sure, the money isn’t that good. But it’s not like you can go back, right?

TW: Throughout this fanfic series, there WILL be descriptions of gore/blood, death, brief mention and depiction of starvation (not an ED though), angst, prostitution and stupid people who don’t know romantic love from platonic love. It’s not that bad in the beginning, but I will ramp it up as the series progresses.

A.N: Criticism and feedback is welcome and appreciated because this is my first fanfic series and I’m running on low energy.

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10:30 P.M

It’s dark. Silent, too. Clouds drift over Yokohama, blocking out the moon’s light. The heavy rain poured over all, drenching the ground. It’s all so wet, a heavy humid night. A utility pole happens to be nearby, sticking up in the ground. The wires stick out in all directions, thin and sturdy. Two birds rest on a wire, one a color that resembles blood. The other? Oh, it’s pure white. A stark difference from its companion nearby. Two different creatures, yet in this moment they’re here.

Together.

Together, like Chuuya Nakahara and you. Here he is, laying down on his stomach, sniper rifle perched on the edge of the building, finger on the trigger. The wind occasionally ruffles his hair, the ginger strands resting on his shoulder. A quiet night, that’s what it is. Save for the rain. It soaks him to the bone, clothes clinging to his frame. Every few seconds, he has to wipe his eyes of the water.

Fuck. He should’ve brought an umbrella like you.

You’re behind him, clutching your own gun under the comfort of the umbrella. Waiting for that inevitable shot he would take.

Information from the Port Mafia had detailed an enemy gang who had their own sniper out tonight as well. A good one, allegedly. Too good to be alive. It’s why you two are both out on February 14th. A rainy day where love floods through the city as lovers celebrate each other. No couple here, though. Just a duo. Your duo.

Nothing’s new. Not when it’s been this way for years. Just him and you.

Chuuya’s always had your back, and you’ve always had his. On the streets. On the rooftop. On days where things weren’t so terrible, and on days where it was terrible.

Before as orphans, sleeping in abandoned warehouses where Chuuya would stay up all night, keeping watch. A jacket - his - would cover you for warmth, even if he’d be cold. How when he got food, he gave more to you. You looked so thin, and he was scared shitless you’d die of starvation.

So he went hungry so you could eat more. Hungry until the Mafia found them. Inducted them into their organization and roles.

Now as fucking Mafia members, sharing an apartment even though you two could easily afford your own now. But it’s home. Where memories were made - eating shitty takeout, gossiping about co-workers and having a sleepover party every night.

Blacking out those memories of the past. And looking forward to the future.

And in the future, he’d still be there. As a friend, confident or hell - maybe even more. It didn’t matter. As long as you were happy and safe, Chuuya was okay with his life.

Okay with the work they did now.

His ears catches the sound of your gentle hums, a small smile pricking at the corner of his lips. It’s been a while since Chuuya last heard them. A good contrast to the dead silence you two were stuck in. A bit of chatting never hurt anyone. Shifting a bit, Chuuya’s voice stuck out against the pouring rain, hoping you’d speak back and not be a rule abiding bitch.

“I hate this rain. It’s so fuckin’ wet.”

And he did hate it. Especially without an umbrella and when they were in the middle of an area containing nothing about abandoned house projects and crumbling buildings. A few puddles had formed on the roof, much to his disdain.

“That’s what she said.”

Did you have to? Did you REALLY have to? Chuuya groaned, mentally facepalming himself for walking into that one. You both were the same age - twenty two - and here you were making jokes that a middle schooler would.

“Did you have to?”

“Have to what?”

Fuck you. You totally did know what, but he gives up on it. You’re a cheeky one who never likes to be straightforward with him.

“I- nothing. Hey, do me a favor and get your ass over here, okay? The umbrella too. You can at least cover me too.”

Your footsteps make sounds on the puddles nearby as you stroll over to him, sitting down nearby and begrudgingly covering him with it. A few raindrops roll off the edge of the umbrella, finding their way onto the back of your neck. Chuuya stifles a comment at that, not wanting to lose his umbrella privileges.

“Thanks.”

A small mutter comes from his lips as his shoulder touches yours, not even flinching when your free hand reaches up to play with his hair. He’s too used to it all. The random times where you jump onto his back. Braiding his hair while he naps on the couch at home. Painting his fingernails pink while he’s blackout drunk. This is one of your tamer moments.

“Geez, Chuu. Your hair’s so friggin’ soft. I’m gonna use your hair products when we get home.”

A side-eye from Chuuya.

“I bought them. They’re mine. Not yours, you thief.”

He’d almost always give up his things to you. Clothes, hairties, snacks, etc. You always won, sadly.

“You owe me. Don’tcha remember when you borrowed my rings and lost them?”

He did. Chuuya remembers that very well.

“Fine.”

Another ‘fuck you’ passes through his mind. Minutes go by in relative silence coupled with the occasional bickering. You went back to your corner of the roof, leaving him once again soaked to the bone from the rain. Chuuya regrets not letting you do the assassination for tonight. Now you were dry in your little bubble, being the back-up in case someone tried to rush up the stairs at them.

Boring. This was all so boring. When was the action?

It didn’t take much longer.

The building opposite of them containing the supposed sniper for the night had a shadow suddenly pop up, Chuuya’s body automatically lining up the shot as a gunshot bursts out of his gun. He’s expecting to see blood spurt out of the body, the thud on the concrete.

Nothing.

Instead, as he recovers from the recoil of the shot, your cry of warning rings out too late as another crack shoots out from nowhere.

First, a bloom of hot pain in his collarbone. His ears are ringing a bit, mind dazed and shocked and unable to register how your fingers tug him to safety behind a parapet. Damn it, he thinks. Must’ve been a decoy puppet of sorts. God, how could he have been so stupid as to not think of that?

He’s Chuuya fuckin’ Nakahara. Best sniper in the whole of the Mafia’s men.

Second, the pain intensifies as he slowly comes to his senses, eyes focusing on the sight of your crying self. His heart began to beat faster - not only due to blood loss - but because it hurt so damn much to see you cry.

“Hey- don’t cry. I’m okay.”

Fingers shakily rise to rest on your arm, feeling the warm flesh under the fabric of his gloves. Chuuya’s not dying. Not now, not ever. He’s not done protecting you.

“I’m not dying, you hear me? I’m not fuckin’ dead yet.”

A load of shit, coming from him. The man with blood flowing from his collarbone as he clutches onto you like a child. It’s pathetic looking, and a wave of self-consciousness greets his body. You don’t give a crap though. He’s dying, no time to focus on how child-like and dependent Chuuya is right now.

“I’m not crying, dipshit.”

Your fingers tightened on his shirt as you choke out a reply. That comforts him. He couldn’t be dying if your banter happens even now.

“Sure you’re not. Fuck- this hurts.”

Another quick retort from you, filled with sarcasm and a desperate attempt at normalcy. That it was just another day in your shared apartment rather than him bleeding out in your arms.

Normal normal normal. It’s normal.

“I wonder why. Couldn’t be the fucking gunshot.”

Heh.

It’s true. It hurts so bad. Sharp shudders of pain explode all over his body. His heart, his chest, his head.

Thirdly, Chuuya Nakahara is dying. He’ll confess to that now. The world slowly swirls above him, your voice and sniffles tuning out as you desperately request for medics from the Mafia.

The stars are a mix of bright dots in the night sky.

The rain pours. The umbrella lies forgotten. Water drips down your bodies as he stays in your lap, bleeding out on what others consider a happy day. So much water. Damn, if he was going to go out, it could’ve been in better weather. Not this mess of wind and rain. His shirt is now a color of red, dulled by the water sinking further down on you two.

Chuuya tries to manage a smile. For you. For his best friend.

His everything.

“It’s okay.”

It’s really not. Especially to you.

“The fuck, Chuuya? It’s not okay, okay? Stop talking like you’re dying.”

He is. Chuuya can feel life slowly ebb out of him, his limbs feeling like jelly now. Your arms tighten around him, clutching onto the wet fabric of his shirt. His eyes focus on yours, that smile not leaving his face just yet.

“Chuuya. Chuuya, no. Keep your fucking eyes open.”

Chuuya’s eyelids are woozy. So, so tiring. He needs a nap. Even if it was cold and raining, your arms were cozy and warm.

A short nap.

So he takes a nap, eyes slowly shutting as life flooded his memories. His life, which Chuuya considered having started at twelve years old.

When he met you.

——————

A.N: Hi! So, if you made it this far (thank you if you did <3), this is just like part one of chapter one. I’m planning for the second half to be really long, so I’m going to take a while on that.

Please leave feedback and criticism so I can improve on my writing! Have a good night/day boys, girls and squirrels!

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imagineanime2022 · 11 months

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Hello again, sorry that i request you Mori's simp reader again (yeah, sorry i really want to finish her character arc too because her story is too much angst and too long already) so can i request Mori's simp reader X Kunikida (Platonic) it was first time both of them meet and hate each other. It also first time reader apper in person to ADA she didn't help them. She was here to do her mission. This request happen before Kyoka join ADA and before the guild apper

(I will be honest this request should be Mori's simp reader X ADA but i want Kunikida because he was same but different side to reader and he being main in this request quite make sense and...i want to see Kunikida react when he first meet reader too)

Woman run away for some group of people, she fall on the floor. Group of people tell her give up and come back with them. Woman was scared and she scream at them, group of people fall on floor some of them even pass out. Woman was crying now untill someone come near her, he try to calm her down. When she look up she see long blonde hair man with glasses the man who she call to ask to help her behide him was white hair young man with yellow eyes (can you add Kunikida and Atsushi react here?)

At morning woman thank you ADA for help her and she thank you for help her in murder case she tell them, she tell anyone her name is Hibiki, she was private investigator. Kunikida explain that someone hire Hibiki to find his big brother and when she investigate this case she find evidant that connect to recent murder case that happen. Atsushi ask her why she don't tell police. Hibiki said she tell them already but they give her ADA contact instead Kunikida said the group of people know her already, so she ask ADA to protect her (can you add other ADA members react here too?) Dazai come near her, he ask if she being police before she become privent investigator she said she become police for 2-3 before she ask Dazai how did he know. Dazai flirt to her by said because she capture his heart since he see her in first time, he creep Hibiki out Kunikida slap Dazai with his ideal book before lecture Dazai about manner. Hibiki ask Atsushi if it normal (and can you add Atsushi answer here?)

While ADA protect Hibiki in Port Mafia side Mori hear rumors about group of cult come in Yokohama. Leader cult herself try to hunt some woman that try to tell police and Mori have plan in his mind already but he want to talk with his three executives first. He call three of them in his office Mori tell them about group of cult and leader try to brianwash people in Yokohama to be her followers later kill them when they try to run away or know her true motive (can you add Chuya and Koyo conversations here?) Reader was listen quietly but she think if it connect to someone try to hurt her subordinate when he try to sell his weapon (reader was like Chuya here because she really mad when someone hurt her subordinates) Mori said he think Port Mafia can use Hibiki as a bait here, Chuya ask Mori if he want to go war with ADA. Mori said not yet he just want Hibiki. Mori said he send Akutagawa to kidnap her already.

(My dumb brain cannot think Akutagawa fight with ADA members here so if you don't mind can you add Akutagawa vs ADA here too) Akutagawa lose ADA have to protect Hibiki more (one more Hibiki protect Kunikida by use her echo ability to make Akutagawa fly away) Kunikida ask her about her ability Hibiki said she was ability user she can use her voice to break anything but if she lose control her ability will hurt the other and she hate it (can you add Kunikida react here?)

After Akutagawa lose, Mori decide to send someone scary to make ADA scared and don't come involved this case. Mori order reader to kidnap Hibiki, reader ask Mori if he want her to bring Chuya or Koyo with her. Mori said he want only reader. Reader know he want her to make ADA afaid but she want to try aviod conflit first so she take his order.

Next three weeks later Hibiki become close to Kunikida they both help each other working while Dazai like to look at her at morning there are black letter send to ADA when Naomi read it she was shock before she call anyone to look at this letter said they want Hibiki and they ask if ADA can send Hibiki to them (can you add ADA members react here?) Tanizaki think maybe it was prank but Ranpo said if it was prank why they know abou Hibiki, Ranpo said maybe it connect to port mafia after they send Akutagawa. Ranpo said this letter look too nice and friendly, it don't have torture word or sassy word because they confident they can aviod conflit even this letter ask to send them they victim, it mean who ever send this letter was dangerous criminal. When ADA members still argue someone know what it mean, Dazai know this letter come for reader. He remember when reader do mission alone she like to send letter to warn victim first because when she do mission with other she be protective to her team but when she do mission alone she care only mission and she will follow victim like bloodhound. Reader want victim to decide first before she do anything, Dazai also know they find big problem now (can you add Dazai explain everything here to anyone in ADA here? I want to know what will Dazai tell the other about his old best friend) Hibiki cry already she ask anyone not to send her to Port Mafia, Kunikida said he will protect her (can you add ADA members react here too?) Dazai said if anyone want to fight reader he recomment to be honest or yell angry at her but DON'T lie to her Dazai also said reader hate police too he stare at Hibiki before he walk away, Dazai still remeber when they both still young when police honest to reader she let them go but when police try to manipulate her, she kill them ruthless (can you add Dazai react here?)

Later Kunikida send torture letter back to reader Chuya ask what she want to do next, reader said she want to wait ADA first maybe they going to change they mind (can you add Chuya comment here?) Koyo come in reader's office she ask reader if reader can send Hibiki to Koyo if she kidnap her already Koyo said she want to investigate Hibiki first (can you add Chuya comment here?) Reader said she will try before she keep ADA's letter inside her table.

I will be honest i think this one should be Mori's simp reader intro, anyway thank you for write my request, if you want to add anything you can add here too. Thank you so much.

- Bossy anon

I hope that this is okay!

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✧ "YOU CLING TO YOUR PAPERS AND PENS;

(wait until you like me again)"

☆ synopsis ↺: your ex, chuuya nakahara drunk calls you, only to realise you're all he ever wants. (based off arianas song: we can't be friends (wait until you like me again)

☆ content ↺: angst, slight stormbringer spoilers, swearing

Haunted - (of a place) frequented by a ghost.

—You were no ghost, Chuuya knew that. But in the rise of the sun, and awakening of the moon, he was haunted.

No, he didn't feel haunted. He's convinced he is, even if the fuel to propel those kinds of shitty thoughts is getting drunk on days when he should be resting.

—

"I want to burn every memory of you."

Chuuya murmurs under his breath, gloved fingers twirling the base of the wine glass to stimulate his turbulent thoughts—vibrant emotions that swish in the swell of his chest.

"You'd have to burn your own skin." A sweet voice breaks through the bitter taste of the red wine dissolving on his tongue. The statement and hollowness of your voice make him sharply turn behind him. Nothing. Just his empty office, the window before it, the cold air dancing around his tensed-up figure. Your absence evocative him.

Chuuya exhales sharply, a chill running up his spine. "My own skin?.." He takes a slim hand to card his russet locks in a cold confusion, scoffing just a bit. "Shit."

The mafioso leans back in the leather seat of his chair, before pouring the last of his wine bottle into the glass. Patting down his bolo tie and white dress shirt, he decides to waste this night drowning in red wine. A heavenly distraction from the reality of your hauntings, or the reality of your absence.

18k worth of alcoholic beverages wasted, down in the trash. Inaudible words conform on the curve of his lips, words of plea. It was a huge contrast to when Chuuya left you. "I'm sorry, really am.." he whispers, remnants of his scarlet wine ghosting over his lips. Fedora placed atop his head, covering his face, Chuuya lazily took out his phone, punching in his password with the messy coordination of his gloved fingers.

You're here, that's the thing.

Your number.

The mafia executive takes a shy and longing peek at your contact. Your last call 3 months ago, your profile picture stained with an old photo of you kissing his knuckles with an innocent smile tugging on your lips, and his thumb hovering over the 'call' button. Even in this drunken state, in the back of Chuuya's mind, he knew calling you would be audacious and pathetic. Especially when he left you first, but in the front of his mind, all he wanted was you. To hear your voice, either empty or full anger, or your voicemail, polite and concise, to hear the humanity that he lost by losing you.

The winter night

Chuuya presses on the call button, his screen lighting up and ringing. No real expectation that you were going to pick up, considering the time and caller. In the sea of his heart, that dreadful feeling was fought back by the artistic shuffle of his delusions. His once romantic poems chanted a mantra for you to pick up, that you were going to pick up the phone, not your ghost.

Chuuya's brows furrow, planting a line in the middle of his glabella. On this chilly night, where the usual jazz tunes of ensembles played in the Port Mafia's lobbies, musky scents and a hint of jasmine, and the click and clatter of heels and dress shoes..

My heart grieves;

..Chuuya feels himself yearning. Yearning for something more than this. The scent of home, your articles of clothing, your skin. He wants back the memory he wants to burn so badly, to smell the smoke and die on that same hill..

Greives without reason…

.."Please pick up." He feels himself pleading. Chuuya may tell himself you're all he wants right now, alcohol running wild in his noggin. However, he questions if he even knows what he needs..

My heart is rusting, turning purple.

.."Hi, you've reached [Y/N]. Thanks for calling, can't answer at the moment though. But if you leave a message I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

Beep.

The night ends as Chuuya gently shuts off his phone.

But his first dream starts once enough alcohol is in his system.

They say the mind blocks out traumatizing memories to save itself from despondency. Nakahara Chuuya dreams, but he cannot grasp to remember that concept. Maybe, it's awful memories from his childhood or hallucinations from the children of the Sheep, or the Flags; Albatross, Doc, Pianoman, Iceman and Lippman.

"I'm sorry, if I stay with you, you'll just get hurt."

As if he was restricted in the ocean of his mind, Chuuya sees you and himself in your living room.

"I won't! You can send your bodyguards for protection, it's fine."

A constricted groan pulls from Chuuya's throat as he stares at the couch, wooden flooring, and anything but your pleading face. He remembers this all too well, the evening you separated. It was when Dazai left the mafia, and Chuuya continued to see his men drop like flies day after day from just his job alone. Apart from the other half of his soul disappearing completely, every piece of humanity he built up came crashing down on the body that his older brother called 2383 lines of code.

"It's not other people, it's myself! Don't you fuckin' get it?!"

A piercing silence fills the room. Aside from Chuuya's heart dropping at his own hurtful words, he tries to shut himself up, for looking at the way your eyes conform from pleading to understanding was all too much.

His voice cracking from the boiling misery in the pit of his stomach, Chuuya continues to look down, refusing to meet your teary eyes.

"You won't gain shit by being with me. I'm a monster, [Y/N]. I'm sorry."

The mafioso stares right at your pitiful figure, crystal tears poking the corners of your eyes. Like the hauntingly beautiful ghost he's ever seen through tunnel vision, Chuuya hasn't seen your truthful humanity in so long. For he saw you—a figment of himself, as he saw himself; inhuman.

...

"I'll always love you."

Chuuya snaps awake on his office chair, rays of sunshine ghosting over his ivory skin.

Pant.. Pant.

The man's eyes gaze at the loose ends of his office: the empty wine bottle, his dishevelled clothing, and the same, corporate-filled air surrounding him. Then, his phone.

2 missed calls.

Chuuya inhales sharply.

Perhaps it was the remnants of his dreadful hangover that took over him, that made Chuuya make the stupidest decision the Port Mafia has ever. But, his drunk words were his sober thoughts and, he wanted you back.

From [Y/N] [L/N].

Sent 7:35 AM — "Are you okay?"

And so, he swiftly grabbed his overcoat and dashed out of his office.

—

Mwah!

"I, Nakahara Chuuya, vow to love you forever and ever."

The man, bent down on one knee kisses the back of your hand teasingly. Chuuya Nakahara always took it next level, his grand gestures and sophisticated aura made him all the more appealing. That also meant planting an abundance more kisses on your fingers and knuckles.

You two had this unspoken code for each other: that hand kisses were an extremely valuable thing. Since Chuuya believes his hands are the ignition for Corruption, and are usually used for destruction, you could've chosen to have done anything with his ungloved hands to avenge the lives he's taken; but instead, you choose to kiss them.

"You're being corny again," you giggle, pointing to the bouquet in your hand—irises. "you even got me flowers."

You hit his head, huffing. "Hey!"

The mafioso smirks, chuckling. "I think you should be proud of yourself though," He teases, rubbing your hand gently, "you finally cooked something other than instant noodl—

Thwack!

—

In a disorienting manner, Chuuya hops off his motorbike at your workplace. Inhaling softly as he holds a bouquet of irises. All kinds of turbulent thoughts ran wild in his head, especially since he didn't get to shower yesterday. The man patted down his clothes and fixed his fair, adjusting his wrist to check his watch.

8:54.

Your work starts at 9:00 sharp.

Just as he's rushing to adjust his raven collar and fedora, the sight of your hair and work uniform catches his eye.

"Wait!"

—

Distance, timing and expectations.

The great adversaries of love.

A person cannot change distance or timing, but expectations are self-inflicted.

Chuuya felt like you were always going to expect more from him because he felt like he lacked in every way besides destruction. He expected that he was going to hurt you after Dazai left the Port Mafia, like a lingering spirit after they've lost their other half. Chuuya was responsible for inflicting negative 'what if's because of his own insecurities, losing you in the process.

He expected because you wanted him to stay back then, you were going to want that forever.

Because that's clearly not the case right now.

—

The redhead finally sees you in the sea of passersby, a clear image of your smiling face, pretty outfit, and glowing aura.

You stood out to him just like before.

So did the man beside you, with a bouquet of daffodils.

He took a fancy bow and kissed the back of your hand, handing over the flowers.

Oh, how irises—the flower of light, brought nothing more to him than darkness.

As crystal tears paint his eyes, Chuuya ponders the ache in his heart. He was truly foolish to believe more in your ghost, than you.

✧ chocsra™

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xo-cuteplosion-xo · 3 years

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Remember that old one-shot fic you did

the immortal reader one-

Could you do one with chuuya where he has to watch her dieing and can't do anything to save her memories so when she comes through she has to fall in love again?

ō_ō ニ_ニ ō_ōニ_ニ ō_ōニ_ニ ō_ōニ_ニ ō_ōニ_ニ ō_ōニ_ニ ō_ōニ_ニō_ō

The pain I suffer from just reading this request. My dear Anon, the pure amount of angst that is going into this is not for the weak of heart. I fear you XD. Anyway, I am going to add a happy twist.

Chuuya X Reader

Love’s Corruption

Words: 2215

Every life has a beginning and an end.

Every start has an end.

Life is meant to be a flower consumed by the wheel of life. You grow to be beautiful than wither, growing old till death after producing new life or raising life. It wasn’t meant to be like the leaves on trees. Forever returning. No matter how many times you crumble to the floor there will always be re-birth. A new start with the same self and body.

It wasn’t fair to those who loved you. It was never fair for you to grow close and die within the arms of those who you cherished. Then again, when was life ever fair? When was life fair for anybody?

Brisks of winter carried in the open air, the slam of bodies going down onto the pavement, crushed under gravity. Restraint still evident on the male’s face. Threatening to let himself fill with complete rage and succumb to the depth of his ability. His thoughts pointed anger at himself, and at Mori for admitting he knew you’d probably die. He was mad that nobody, not even you, saw a problem with that. With you dying. So what if you come back? So what if you didn’t really die? You still lost your memories! All the laughter, the joyful cheers, the sorrow, it all disappeared with your next life. It was hard to kill you due to regeneration, he knew that. Yet there was still a chance… one day the bullets may come too fast, too many all at once, poisoned. Even Mori had said your abilities information had been leaked, that you would most likely die, it all came down to your skill. You knew, perhaps that’s why it hurt so much to be so late to you. You knew the danger but you went anyway. Stupidly loyal, as loyal as he. You truly believe they wouldn’t use you to the extent you were no longer usable. You were an idiot… but didn’t that make him an even bigger idiot?

So many thoughts weigh down on his conscious mind. So many irreversible thoughts. The enemies were all taken care of, why had they not sent him? He’d have dealt with this, no casualties for the Mafia. Why did it have to be you? He went further into the twisting overgrown bushes, walked faster, killed more, he searched up and down until the entire quarters of this damned underground organization were coated in the blood of its members. Those who may have taken his one and only away.

In one building, the third to last on the list, with the wind rushing past his face, still, only when his feet entered the house did all those thoughts come to a halt. The entire world seemed to be gone. All but three people remained. The person who shot you still shaking in fear, you, his sense of pride and joy, and him. When he noticed the man was alive his face contorted to rage. Slamming a foot onto the man's head. Enough to hurt but not to kill. “What did you shoot them with!” His lips pulled into a sneer. That man did not answer so Chuuya pulled him to the ground further. His foot was standing to crush the man's fingers. “I asked you, What the fuck you shot them with!” the man only smiled as he took his last breath. Furious he kicked the wall pacing around before he heard your soft, whispery voice.

“Chu?” His knees buckled, collapsing over you. His hands pulling beneath you. He could tell your body was trying terribly to heal your wounds. The headshots, the ones to your throat. All lethal shots, but not lethal that they would kill you right away. They would knock you out for a bit before you had enough collection to wake up and fight back. Weakly that tender hand of yours lifted to his cheek. “Don’t…. Cry…”

Chuuya shook his head letting his usually neat locks of ginger flow freely, strands of frizz and unkempt curls, as he brought you closer to his chest. “You’re okay, right? I’ll take you to Mori and-”

“Chuuya… I’m dying… I can't heal with the poison in my system.” Chuuya tightened his hold on you, unable to prevent his ability's impulse to crush the floor beneath him.

“No, we’ll fix this!” you shook your head, weak but conscious enough to give a last request.

“Chuuya, I was shot 23 times all lethally and all poisoned. I can't keep the wounds closed long enough to heal completely… I can’t keep it away from affecting my heart for much longer. Once my body shuts down. I’m gone, I’ll probably be out for a month, maybe two. During that time, like a clock being reset, everything will dissolve and I’ll wake up again… But Chu...” he covered your mouth, letting down his pride to cry in front of you.

“Stop… don’t say it… don’t tell me you’ll forget about me… please.” It wasn’t good if you also got emotional. You fought, but the tears still came.

“Chu, I don’t want my next life to be in the darkness. Runaway with me. Build out a new life outside the Mafia… This world did this to us.” Chuuya froze, his loyalty to the Mafia suddenly put in question. You’d promised him to never make him choose his loyalties… you had promised him. “I always remember the scene of my death, the sounds come to me at times, but never the faces or names, only the words, and feelings.” He remembered you explaining this one day when he’d asked. The guilt that he’d even thought about betraying your final wish overtaking him.

“I’d be betraying them… I…” You laughed lightly, running your bloody fingers through his hair.

“They betrayed-” you cringed as coughs racked your body, blackened blood spilling from your mouth. You were not healing because you couldn’t dissolve the effects of the poison while healing injuries and recirculating your blood flow. Chuuya leaned you over, hitting your back to clear your lungs. He watched you strain to close the wound that had opened by simply breathing. Sweat formed as you drained your energy. The second you pass out, you die. The second you die, you live, but forget. It scared you, never had it felt so terrifying. Leaving behind the memories of the dark age, the memories of feeling like a real human being. The memories of loving Chuuya... When the coughs stopped and you could breathe regularly, you took a deep inhale. “They betrayed you first. Mori knew, yet he told you not to come after me, right? You disobeyed to save me. They want to restart my memory… I’m sorry, but I don't want to be the puppet under a master. Feeling free, being happy only to live this cycle over and over again.”

It finally clicked in Chuuya’s mind. A year ago, a friend, or rather, somebody you had both come to see as a friend, had simply disappeared after the death of a member. He knew the ex-executive had been close to that male. Had he been asked by that man, who did not kill, to leave? “I’ll leave with you, we’ll live a simple life… just you and me…” he watched you smile, rubbing away his tears as you grew paler and your eyes began dropping, your breathing no longer clean. The raspy inhales and shaky exhales plaguing his mind.

“Thank… you.” Sound faded from your head before the depths of nothing took over your mind. The familiar scene before you. The truest form of your ability taking on. A blank space of light fading into darkness as you fell into water, drowning, head-splitting in pain. Your hand reaching out to grasp laughter and smiles as they faded away and left you.

Chuuya pressed your face to his chest, he held you close to him. He screamed, letting everything crash beneath his rage. He let all of the things he held back in your last moment go. Your words echoing in his mind. Hadn’t the boss promised him he’d never use you like this? Hadn’t he been ensured he wouldn’t lose another person? Even Ane-san had said she’d never let something happen to you. Yet, your body was cold, devoid of life. It would be this way for an unknown amount of time. It would be ages until you came back to life.

He hated it, carrying your body to an alleyway. Holding it light upon his back as he called a number he’d thought he’d never want or need to call again. He hated asking for favors, having to owe people. As he expected, it rang and rang until going to voicemail. He didn’t bother, instead, calling again. Glaring at his phone, when he was sent to voicemail, he searched you for your phone. Though it was splashed with blood, it appeared to work just fine. It wasn’t unexpected for the male to accept this call. “Ah, Y/n-chan! A pleasant surprise you hardly call me these days! You’re so busy with-”

“Dazai…” Chuuya interrupted him. Letting your body slide down to rest limply against the wall as he collapsed. This was the only connection he had… the only way he knew he would be able to leave. “Don’t… please don’t hang up." When the line didn't go dead Chuuya felt a sliver of hope.

“Chuuya, why are you calling me from their phone?” You sound like you’ve had quite the day today… are you drunk, ah no, are you both drunk?” Dazai had no idea how could he? He left, maybe you'd still be… no, he couldn’t blame anybody but himself for being too slow to find you.

“No… I…” Could he even say it? He knew it, but could he admit it? Didn’t saying it to somebody mean admitting you were… this version of yourself was gone forever? Shit, he’d started crying again. He tried and tried not to. He couldn’t show this in front of Dazai. He couldn't be weak. But you were right there, limp and lifeless. When you became a being of life again, you wouldn’t remember him. You wouldn't love him anymore.

“Chuuya… a-are you crying?” Was his shock genuine? Then again, Dazai never had the pleasure of seeing him in tears.

“N-no!” Chuuya trailed off leaning over himself with a heavy whimper. “M-maybe… listen, I need… I need a favor… for… for Y/n…” When Dazai heard the name leave the boy's lips, there was silence.

“I’ll text my address… you can leave them there.”

“No! I promised… I...” This was the last person he wanted to be saying this to. “I’d go with them… they said… they didn't… Mori he...” Why was it so hard? Hadn’t he already let all his feelings go? Hadn’t he already accepted this?

“Alright, then you can both crash with me. I’ll pull some strings to get your pasts completely clean from the book. Then when it’s clear, we’ll go our ways again… do you need somebody to come get you… both of you?” Chuuya nodded, grumbling a reply as he leaned against the wall, keeping his legs pulled to his chest. The shock that Dazai had agreed, settling in with far too much weight.

It took a while to get used to it, walking to check up on your limp figure, rooming with Dazai, having to deal with him and his slob habits. He had the audacity to play the bitch card when he was using Chuuya’s money. He bought, with the help of an old friend, to keep their address from the mafia, a small home. Three bedrooms, a kitchen, living rooms, two baths. It wasn’t what he was used to, no penthouse, but it was comfortable.

A month slowly turned into two, and into three, until half a year had passed. That half-year period had been agonizing... Until you woke up, eyes unfocused and lost. Your only knowledge lands in your ability and name. Past unknown, location unknown, the person rushing in, unknown but familiar.

Just as he promised, he let you live happily. You often bickered around with the two boys. Scolding them for fighting as if they were children. Though you often smiled fondly. A sense of familiarity and loathing in your chest. Dazai’s condition for keeping things a secret and letting Chuuya do this was he came and joined the Agency with him, of course, that included you.

The days were long, but eventually, that old feeling would rise, and that day, being held in your last breaths would be clearer. The words exchanged were unforgettable. One day you’d be in love again. One day you and Chuuya would kiss again. He’d see your embarrassed face, he’d see your temperament and your soft expressions. He’d be the center of your love again.

No matter how many lifetimes you live and take on you never truly change. The personality, the true you is always there. It may have taken years, but your lips on his were sweet and familiar. “I love you, Chuuya.”

His eyes glimmered as he spun you to him tightly. Keeping you close, as if he’d lose you again. “I love you, Y/n.”

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darling--angst · 1 year

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Event Masterlist

- if it doesn't have a link, it means that I'm still either working on it or procrastinating but it's probably the latter.

100 Followers Event: Closed

[Dazai x Reader] "Cold sheets...where's my love?"

[Ranpo x Reader] "tell me baby why do you seem so blue?"

[Dazai x Reader] "somewhere in these eyes I'm on your side"

[Chuuya x Reader] "when he calls me pretty I feel like somebody"

[Ranpo x Reader] "I used to like smoking to stop all the thinking"

[Ranpo x Reader] "he's looking for a dog. Did you find your bitch in me?"

[Dazai x Reader] "You took my broken melody, now I hear a symphony" — "somewhere in these eyes I'm on your side"

200 Followers Event: Closed

[Jouno x Reader] "You're my caged bird, you shall sing when I want you to"

[Sigma, Mori x Reader] "You're my caged bird, you shall sing when I want you to" — Hcs

[Jouno x Reader] "You're mine"

[Jouno x Reader] "You're weak, you need me" — "How pathetic"

[Jouno x Reader] "You're weak, you need me" — "I'll never let you go"

[Mori, Tecchuo x Reader] "You're mine" — Hcs

[Fyodor x Reader] "I'll kill myself if you ever leave me"

[Poe x Reader] "I'll never let you leave me" — "You're mine"

[Mori x Reader] "I'll never let you go"

October Event: Open

300 Followers Event: In the Making

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shadyteacup · 2 years

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Hi! I had read some of your BSD fics (kinda wishing you would write more Chuuya x fem!reader) and I really like them! I came across your account again today when I saw the little thing you were doing with jessbeinme15 hehe

Have a good day! (I'm guessing it is evening for you but I'm not sure)You seem to be a really fun person (I scrolled all the way to March) <3

Hi! I love that u love my interactions with my love(platonic, ofc♡) XD see what I did there? *smirks a like a nerd*

Anyway, here's some chu content for u, you cute lil soul♡

Chuuya glanced out the window at the baby blue sky. Judging by the lack of orange and yellow, it must be well after 9 in the morning. He sighed, knowing that today would be yet another failed plan. He had planned so many things for today. But then again, chuuya was never too good at planning ahead. Who decides to do something till 3 in the morning, only to schedule something else at 7 the next day?

The ginger haired beauty rolled his eyes at his own foolishness. In his defense, the activity he had planned last night shouldn't have lasted that long. Yet, he should've known this would happen.

Glancing down, he smiled softly at your sleeping face. Your mouth was slightly agape, and some drool had made its way onto your smushed cheek. Your hair was a little messy- more like very disheveled- and your dark circles were on full display. To Chuuya, you looked like the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on.

He smirked when he remembered why you were such a hot mess. Last night was... feisty.

Almost sensing his gaze, you stirred awake. Your tiny palms came up to rub your eyes as you yawned into Chuuyas bicep, where your face had managed to cut off the blood supply all night long.

Chuuya chuckled at how cute you looked early in the morning.

"Good morning sleepy head."

Your tired eyes finally found his, and a big smile made its way onto your face.

"Chuuu!", you exclaimed gleefully, nuzzling your face into his bare chest.

Chuuya immediately cuddled you, and began planting small kisses in the crook of your neck.

You whined and pushed him away a little.

"Please, have mercy. I want to be able to walk."

"Darling, I think I disabled those settings last night already."

You snickered before climbing on top of his torso, straddling him.

"Then, how about I decide the pace today, hmm?"

Chuuya took a moment to take in the sight, before flipping you on your back, hovering close to your face.

"I can't possibly let the birthday girl do all the work on her special day, no?"

You blushed as you remembered what day it was. A warmth filled your heart when you realised that he remembered.

Sudden realization struck as you realised just why last night had been so... special.

Chuuya placed a kiss on your forehead before getting off the bed, leaving you confused.

"We've got many things planned, love.", he said, gently pulling you up and off the comfort of the pillows.

"Can't have some of this," he said, inhaling deeply in your hair, and grabbing your ass, making you squeak, "ruin the plan for the day."

He pulled away, leaving you pouting.

"Aww, baby, don't worry! We'll continue this later today." Chhuya winked, making you blush.

"Promise?", you asked, smirking.

"Of course, my lady."

Chuuya pecked the back of your hand, before sending you off to the bathroom. This same hand would later be adorned with a diamond ring of the finest quality, that he picked out months ago. Today, he would finally make you his.

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xoxostarzzz · 11 months

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Chuuya x Reader

- sfw

- angst/fluff

The way things go.

Hours, days, weeks. You couldn’t remember the last time you and him, Chuuya, spoke. Even though before all this, you two were inseparable, no one would be able to match up to his and your dynamic. It was as if you two were made for each other, this was something he also had realized.

This was found out by him when you two were spending your usual late nights, early morning, on the roof. A flat rooftop of Yokohama at around midnight. You were laying, he was sitting up, legs hanging off the rooftop. Lit, partially used cigarette in hand, repeated movement back and forth to his lips, the order of his cigarette filling the air as he let the smoke out from his mouth.

As stated, you were laying on the same flat rooftop, diagonal from him and behind. Wireless earbuds in your ears, the playlist you sent him at this same spot years ago playing from them. Hums can be heard from you, eyes closed as you relax to music filling up, clouding every possible thought in your mind.

You were extremely relaxed, no words, no conversation between you and Chuuya, yet it wasn’t uncomfortable in the slightest.

This had also gone on for hours, after a while, the man in front of you, your best friend, had finally attempted to speak up. Turning his head slightly so he can side glance at you.

“______?”

Whatever he just said, or asked, you didn’t hear at all, so the ginger spoke again to you.

“..____??”

Yet, still no response from you. Too focused on the damned music playing in your stupid ears. He sighed, and went back to facing the night sky, taking more puffs of his smoke. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Repeated routine, he looked up at the sky, two stars right next to each other, and your hums heard throughout the silent night in the city.

The orange haired man had leaned back, hands resting on the rooftop as his arms supported his body to make him still partially sitting up, legs still hanging off the rooftop. Listening carefully to your hums and looking at the stars, he couldn’t help but think about the two of you.

You’ve known each other for seventeen years, yet have never discussed your feelings for eachother. Not only that, but neither of you ever had thought about how you feel romantically to the other. Yet, you both still had dated people, and shared everything about it without any boundaries.

Many people that you two had dated stopped, all because of how you act with eachother. You both act like a couple, but never put the label on it, you’ve even been “married” since the two of you were five (with multiple “divorces” over the year, which costed multiple ring pops).

He had tried to ignore all the thoughts that popped up in his mind, he tried to just focus on the stars and his cigarette instead. He repeated this for a while, as he finally gets to the couple-like dynamic you too have. Which, makes it worse. He starts to wonder what dating you would be like, and if you’d actually put a label on it. Why does he like acting like a couple with you?

Every thought, every question, anything that involved you was ignored by him. He didn’t want to be apart of it, he just wanted to go back to a couple minutes ago, when he was able to sit on this rooftop with you without thinking about you, like he always used to.

But, brains like to wander. And the more he thought about you, and your relationship with him, he had realized he really did like you. Which, he didn’t want to ruin anything, upset you, and most importantly: be weak. He ultimately refuses to get any closer to you than he is now.

He was about to tell you he was gonna go, not that he would say why. He just needs to stay away from you for now, maybe even longer. When he turned to see you, he was now slightly closer than before.

You still had no idea what was going on, relaxed for about fifteen minutes, close to falling asleep. Curled up slightly, facing the left, as you were holding your arms like how you would hold Chuuya. Since you were closer to him now, he was able to see your face easier. He pushed your hair out of your face gently, confirming that you’re asleep. His eyes trailed down to your lips. He wished he could kiss you right then, no. What’s he thinking? Why does he want to get close to you?

“..God dammit.”

He left, climbing down the rooftop with ease, he just couldn’t bare seeing you, and knowing that you won’t feel the same. That even if you do, he knows it wouldn’t last. Thoughts like this filled his head, he finally jumped down onto the sidewalk, landing on his feet, like a cat. Like your pet cat. He passed by a gas station, the one you two went to when you were kids.

He kept wondering what was wrong with him. Every single thought, he was somehow able to bring you into everything. He hated it. He didn’t want to think this, he was seriously telling himself that he’d do anything just to stop having thse thoughts, these feelings, about you.

More and more thoughts of you, it never ended. But he then finally got to his mansion-like home.

2:00 AM.

You woke up, kinda uncomfortable as you had fallen asleep on a rooftop. After waking up completely, you turned around like a pet looking for it’s owner. Where’s Chuuya? You looked everywhere, yet he wasn’t there. It was completely abnormal. You two would always wait for the other to wake up, stay with them, or just wake them up yourselves. He never did this, does this, he never would.

You went into your memory, trying to find out what you could’ve done to make him leave. Was it cause you pushed him a bit more than normal yesterday? No, he pushed you back, and harder than you did to him. Was it because of his ex again? No, you can’t remember anything, nothing makes sense. You kept wondering as you too, went home. Same path Chuuya took, but you went to the right instead of the left, and went to your apartment.

Continued inner-conflict. Chuuya may not just leave you here like this all the time, but this is something he’d do. He’s like a puzzle, and you’re so blind to whatever he does, whatever he tries to make you understand. You just never are able to find the right pieces to finish that stupid puzzle.

Finish that stupid puzzle.

He was currently in his room, laying on the bed, Chuuya didn’t change yet. He was staring at the ceiling. Chuuya would do anything to stop any kind of romantic feelings..

Even if it meant cutting ties with you.

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oh-ranpo · 2 years

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right there beside you

☾ -- pairing: chuuya nakahara x reader ☾ -- word count: 1.9k+ ☾ -- a/n: ANGST. hurt comfort fic. for the sake of this imagine, we're going to pretend that chuuya would have no access to yosano's power. i didn't want to hurt anyone, i swear. ☾ -- preview: when you end up in the hospital after an attack from a port mafia enemy, chuuya is faced with the uncertainty of your recovery.

It wasn’t supposed to end up like this. It wasn’t supposed to be you laying in this hospital bed, it was supposed to be him. Or, no, if it had to be someone, it should have been him. You were innocent in all of this. So, so innocent, it wasn’t fair. It made his blood boil in rage before it started simmering into a deep-rooted guilt that filled his stomach to the brim. This was his fault. It was his fault that you were here. If you never would have gotten mixed up with him and his job, you would have been safe. You would be at home, asleep in your own bed instead of here, hooked up to all these annoying machines. Sure, he also wouldn’t be holding your hand and he wouldn’t have the precious memories of you that he held so close to his heart, but he was willing to make that sacrifice if it meant that you’d be okay. He’d let you go forever if you would just wake up.

As selfish as Chuuya could be, when it came to you, he was different. While he used to put his job first, now, that spot was reserved for you. That was what made this entire situation so unbearable. He wasn’t where he was supposed to be when you needed him most. He was too slow. He couldn’t… they didn’t… His mind raced as he thought about all the different scenarios that might have resulted in your safety. If he would have been faster to the scene, he could have stopped them. If he would have warned you about the case he was working on sooner, he could have protected you. But instead, he had kept everything a secret from you, and they had found you before he could find them. How was he ever going to live with himself if you didn’t get better? It was late, and while he was sure that the nurses had considered trying to kick him out by now, they also knew better than to even mutter the words in his presence. He might have been an executive for an operation that worked mostly in the shadows, but his reputation was still fairly prominent around the city. No one asked questions. No one ordered him around. And if they tried to send him away, he would have sent them straight through the floor without a moment’s hesitation. He couldn’t leave because he had to be here when you woke up. He had to apologize. Both of Chuuya’s gloved hands gripped yours tightly as he rested his head against the back of them. If he was a praying man, he would have begged a higher power to heal you. He would have sold his soul to the devil himself if it meant that you would come out of this without any lasting injuries. Tears welled in his eyes as he realized how helpless he was, and how there was nothing that he could do except wait. The hallway lights had been turned down, and the last time the nurse had come in to check on you, she had turned the room’s lights down as well. A majority of the light came in from the moon outside, and as alert as he wanted to be, Chuuya’s eyelids started to droop and he could feel the exhaustion from the day start to settle into his bones. It was amazing how ten hours could feel like a lifetime when something that meant so much to him hung in the balance. He wasn’t sure how much waiting he could do before he would start to lose his mind. Maybe he already had. Slowly, he lifted his head as he took another long look at you, his heart sinking in his chest at how vulnerable you looked. The bandage on your head was reminiscent to the one Dazai used to wear when they were younger, and Chuuya might have almost been amused if the situation wasn’t so dire. There was a bruise forming on your cheek and the cut along the side of your neck made his stomach turn violently. They had really done a number on you. If they weren’t already dead, Chuuya wouldn’t have hesitated to kill them again. His grip on your hand tightened as tears welled in his eyes and your name slipped past his lips. He was calling out to you despite not knowing if you could hear him. He murmured your name again, this time a little bit louder, in hopes that you would recognize his voice and come back to him. “I just want to see those pretty eyes of yours again, doll,” he smiled sadly as a lump formed in his throat. “You know how much I need that smile to get through the day.” When you didn’t stir, Chuuya let out a heavy sigh as the first tear fell to the bed covers in front of him. Would he ever see that smile again? Would he ever hear your laugh or enjoy the way your voice wrapped around his name? Would he ever get to experience the softness of your touch and the way your fingers would gently card through his hair as you laid next to one another in his oversized bed? Despite having all the space in the world, you always opted for sleeping right next to him, cuddled into his side or having him rest his head on your chest so that you could play with his hair as he dozed off after a long day. “I sleep better with you close to me,” you’d say, and Chuuya’s heart would skip a beat. As the thought passed through his mind, Chuuya found himself standing from his spot in the chair next to the bed and gently crawled into the space on the mattress beside you. He was careful not to bump any of the tubes that were connected to you as he slid under the covers, his arm resting across your waist as his head found its place on the pillow right next to you. He felt a tiny bit better being closer to you now, even though that nagging despair was still twirling in his chest, but he closed his eyes and pretended like he was back home. The two of you were laying in his bed, just like you did every night. The steady beeping of the machines was simply white noise as he allowed himself to sleep in the comfort of your presence. You would both wake up tomorrow morning, and all of this would be just a terrible nightmare. “Chuuya?” He dreamt about you. The two of you were laying in his room, just as he had imagined before falling asleep, and you were whispering his name as your fingers brushed along his skin. The light filtering in from the window gave you an ethereal glow, and he could feel deep within his soul that there was nowhere else he wanted to be. He didn’t care about the Port Mafia, he didn’t care about anything else except for laying next to you with your touch gliding up his arm, across his collar bone, and then your fingers wrapping strands of his hair around them, all while wearing a peaceful smile on your face. “Chuuya.” Your voice was louder this time, but there was something about the sound of it that didn’t feel right. Your voice was definitely more hoarse than it had been previously. It wasn’t silky smooth like your regular voice, though the love and care was still laced in his name. Your fingers were now pressed against his cheekbone as you slowly tilted his chin upwards to meet your gaze. “Chuuya, love, open your eyes.” He was confused. His eyes were open, so why were you asking him to do so now? His brow furrowed in confusion and his body stirred restlessly. The room around you slowly started to fade and he could feel you slipping away. No, he wanted to say, desperate to cling on to your presence a bit longer. No, please don’t leave me. Only when the room completely disappeared, his eyes were opening again and he was greeted with the blinding white light of the hospital room. The beeping of the machines were still steady, and his heart was racing as he fought to get his bearings. His stomach sank when realization settled in that the moment he had just shared with you had all been a part of his imagination. “Good morning.” The sound of your voice startled him as he turned his head to look at you. He was surprised to see you staring back at him, a soft, tired smile on your lips. “I was beginning to wonder when you would wake up.” He realized then that your fingers were nestled in his hair as your arm draped across his chest. He was laying on his back but you were laying on your side facing him, almost identical to how you had been in his dream. Tears immediately filled his eyes once more as he rolled onto his side to face you, before pulling off his glove as his own hand moved to cup your cheek. The bandage on your head kept him from brushing his fingers through your hair, but he could still feel your warm skin beneath his palm, grounding him in this reality. Your hand slowly moved to the back of his head, your fingernails gently scratching against his scalp in a way that always made him putty in your hands. The movements were languid and slow as you still seemed to be partially sedated, but you were awake and that was all that mattered. “I was… oh, doll, I am so… I can’t believe I let…” Chuuya stumbled over his words as he tried to come up with the right thing to say in that moment. I was wrong. I am so sorry. I can’t believe I let them get to you. Those were only a few of the things that weighed heavy on his mind, but before he could get any of those complete sentences past his lips, you were scooting closer to him - which wasn’t the easiest considering all the tubes you were still connected to - until your forehead rested against his own. “I’m right here, darling, and I’m going to be okay. You’re safe, I’m safe, and that’s all that matters, right? That we’re together?” The little pieces of his fragmented heart started to heal with your questions, and his thumb brushed across the apple of your cheek. A tear slid down his face as he nodded against you, his lips turning up slightly bringing about the first smile to grace his lips in the last 48 hours. “As long as you’re here, nothing else matters,” he murmured in response, and the laugh that he had grown to live for filled the room. “You’re such a sap, Chuuya,” you teased, pulling back just enough so that you could meet his gaze. His blue eyes sparkled as he stared back at you, feeling relief and love and adoration fill him up all at once. “But I love you and I’ll always come back for you. I’ll never leave you alone.” That was when he kissed you, his lips melding slowly with yours. He was as careful as possible so that he wouldn’t bump or aggravate any of your injuries. He just couldn’t help himself. “And you call me the sap,” he joked right back the moment that you pulled apart. “But I’m holding you to that promise.” The smile on your lips was all the reassurance that he needed. Nothing like this was going to ever happen again. He would bet his life on it.

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lovely-ryn · 2 years

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HYPNOTIZED

pairing: rockstar!chuuya nakahara x rockstar!reader

summary: chuuya's drunken mistakes come back to bite him in the ass as he becomes an opener for his ex's headlining tour

genre: enemies to lovers, angst, slight mutual pining

warnings: cursing, smoking, drinking, slight physical and mental abuse mentioned, sex mentioned, chuuya's a dick, dazai

status: ongoing

taglist: open (send an ask to be added)

1. HYPNOTIZED

"and now you've lost your chance"

2. IF I HAD ONE DOLLAR

"or maybe i'm just sick of you"

3. MY SWEETNESS

"stole my last cigarette"

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xxxsoukokuxxx · 4 years

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I just the reader/Chuuya request you filled and oh noooooo poor bbys😭😭😭

Would you consider writing a continuation where Chuuya and the reader eventually calm down and talking to each other like adults and work things out? Even if things won’t go back to the way they were before, I don’t just don’t want the two in pain/separated from each other especially if their love was genuine 😅

And congrats on the 100 followers!

Character: Chuya x reader “Save your tears, I’m done here”

Warnings: alcohol, slightly dark themes but there’s fluff at the end for once chuya doesn’t swear

Notes: Hi anon, thanks for requesting, feel free to request again if this is not what you wanted. Sorry for the long wait, forgive me. And yes, that fic was painful for me to write but how about a happier ending this time around, yeah? Thanks for sending this request in, I’m really curious to see where my mind takes me with this one, have a good day/night and stay safe

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Genuine

An undefinable darkness lurked throughout your apartment. The floor felt icy underneath your skin, your fingertips grazed against it. Head tilted back and resting against the cold wall.

The air was cold, icy even, but your body felt like it was burning in the pits of hell. Your mind was too tired to think anymore, you couldn’t think anymore. You thought so much...that there was nothing left to think about.

The higher-ups fortunately, didn’t have your head but you certainly lost your job. And another...would you say it was fortunate? Chuya kept your secret to himself, never told anyone. You wondered why he didn’t just tell the Boss and let them torture you or kill you.

You didn’t know whether he was so pissed off that he didn’t know what to do or if he actually cared about you enough to let you live. Perhaps he thought letting you live like this was better and much more painful. Love is what you felt for him, but all you could see in his eyes that night was hatred, raging, pure hatred.

A whiskey glass lay beside you, you’d already had a more than half a bottle by now. Everything just seemed...empty. The sound of knocking reached your ears. There was someone at your door. Who could it be at this time? Ah, maybe it was one of the government officials who finally came to take your life...that would be the dream now.

Your body felt as heavy as a boulder when you tried to get up. ou chuckled to yourself, how hilarious life can be sometimes, yeah? A wide smile was placed across your chapped lips. Dark circles underneath your eyebags apparent.

Opening the door, you wobbled and squinted your eyes to look at the figure. A lean figure, gloved hands wrapped around a bouquet of red camellias, a fedora topped his head to finish off his macho look. You quirked up your eyebrow and tilted your head to the left.

“Y/n...” the figure whispered, uncertainty laced his voice. “Oh, fancy hat boy, hi.” you giggled. He frowned, whether it was a grimace from the nickname or confusion, you both don’t know. “Y/n, I-” he tried to say something but you cut him off with your giggles, “Come inside, what are you doing standing out side like some stranger huh?” you giggled, wobbling inside with your whiskey glass.

He stepped in, everything was a mess. You were a mess. “Princess...” You turned around at this, “Princess? Ha, I thought you didn’t want to see my face again, so why are ya here? Do you wanna rip my head off?” you smirked taking a sip of your whiskey. His lips pressed into a thin line. “About that...I apologize...I overreacted.” he said rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, I mean, who wouldn’t overreact if they were in your situation, hey?” you said leaning against the wall. “Princess...” he said walking towards you, he leaned toward you. You looked at him, many feelings surged through you, but you only chuckled inside, not sure what to do anymore.

“I shouldn’t have said what I said, yes I have been betrayed a lot in my life but...I just didn’t expect it, I thought you were only tricking me, using me for the job. But I realized...you aren’t like that, we had something genuine, we still do.” he punctuated the latter with a gentle shove of the flowers towards your figure.

Your tired eyes trailed from the bouquet to his face, he had a nervous smile. “I love you.” Your eyes widened slowly, did he just say he loves you? He still loves you after everything? Was it just pity? You stopped yourself at the last question, he doesn’t do this and such things out of pity.

A stray tear fell to the floor, you hadn’t cried in a few nights, you were too tired to. He leaned in further, you stiffened. Your eyes closed tightly, expecting the worst but you felt an angel’s kiss on your forehead, you opened your eyes and closed them again with a sigh.

He laid his forehead against yours, “I don’t care whether we’re on opposite sides of the law or anything else, I love you.”

“Are you gonna rip my head off now?” you giggled looking at him. “No.” he said smiling. Smiling the words, “I love you too, and yes my love for you is genuine.” left your lips and a little chuckle punctuated the end of the sentence.

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