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Hi! Can i request a prompt for number 2 in the angst list for chuuya? With or without a happy ending is fine! Thank you in advance :D

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ღ Character: Chuuya Nakahara

ღ Synopsis:

ღ Category: Angst With A Happy Ending

ღ Angst Prompt 2: “You make me feel. You make me feel and I hate it"

ღ Prompt List: Here

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️

ღ Yelling

ღ Cursing

ღ Crying

ღ A/N: Hello thanks for the request! I hope you like it! <3

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Avoiding work was eventually going to make things worse. You would either get killed or lose it. Then you would lose your penthouse, car, bike and practically everything else as well. Death would be much easier in your opinion.

Mori allowed you a week off, but that came to an end 3 days ago. You were ignoring calls and texts as best as you could, claiming to be violently ill and unable to get out of bed. It wouldn't be long till someone was sent to make sure your story was true.

The reason for all of this was pathetic really. Utterly stupid and Mori would flip if he knew the truth.

You were in love with Chuuya Nakahara. He asked you out and you ran away. So now you were hiding.

You laughed bitterly at the memory. You had been going on dates and sleeping together for a while now, the second he asked, you ran off, not giving him a second glance. It was rude and you knew that. If you could stop panicking you would apologise. But you couldn't and it's been like that for a week now. You didn't know what to do.

Your phone ran again and you threw it at the wall, not bothering to look who was calling you. It would be Mori, Akutagawa, Higuchi or Chuuya and you didn't want to speak to any of them.

"Fuck!" You yelled, kicking a chair before whining in pain. You were terrified. You didn't want to be in love. You didn't want this. You just wanted to have fun. You didn't want the attachment or commitment that came with it and would get you heartbroken in the ned. That was how it always went. They come along, they say they will love you forever then they leave and take their love with them. You knew you wouldn't cope if Chuuya ended up doing the same. He knew your secrets, your fight style, your body, your voice. He knew you far more than you intended him to and now you were scared.

Suddenly, a few minutes later a loud banging came from your front door. You jumped slightly and had to stop yourself from shouting. You slowly inched to the door and looked through the peephole Chuuya stood outside. A look of pure anger mixed with worry covering his face. You were screwed. You tried to inch away from the door, quietly. Maybe he would think you were out and leave.

"I know your home Y/N. I saw your shadow under the door." He said. He didn't sound as annoyed as his face said he was. That didn't stop you from cursing the door for letting light seep under it. You walked back and unlocked it, creeping the chain on so the door only opened so far.

"Sorry... I still don't feel well." You said. he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"Yeah, that's not going to work. Your not sick, let me in." He said, you sighed and closed the door enough to remove the chain before stepping aside and letting him in.

"So what the fuck has been going on? Do you know how worried I was after you ran off?" He asked, turning to face you once the door was closed. His voice was louder now. You looked away and sighed once again. You didn't know but you could imagine.

"I just... I-" You didn't know what you could say. You couldn't tell him the truth. That would look even worse and potentially make you look crazy depending on how he took it.

"I get it alright. You don't wanna date me. That's fine but why fucking avoid me? What did I do? I thought we were having fun!" His voice was growing louder and tears started to well in your eyes. You didn't want him to think that not at all. Because you did love him but you were scared to. You were scared of all the feelings you had. You were scared he would use them against you.

"We were! I was! It's not that I- I don't know ok!" You yelled. You had tears streaming down your face and when you looked up to meet Chuuyas eyes you realised he wasn't better off. His face was red and fresh lines of tears were on his cheeks.

"Don't know what! Why can't you just tell me what's going on?"

“You make me feel. You make me feel and I hate it!" You screamed and he froze.

"I'm scared ok? I don't know what I'm supposed to do because I don't want to get hurt!" You yelled at him, no longer able to contain everything.

"I love you and you make me feel things I don't want to..." You sobbed. You starred at the floor, falling to your knees shortly after you fell silent and sobbed into your hands. Chuuya remained silent.

After what felt like forever you felt arms wrap around you and pull you close. You held him back, needing comfort more than security in the bubble you had built.

"I'm scared too Y/N... But I would rather crash and burn than let you get away." He said, lifting your face up so he could look into your eyes.

"So please... please give me a chance." He said. wiping away your tears as they continued to fall. You looked back into his eyes. Searching for anything that would tell you he was lying. But you found nothing. You found sincerity.

"Ok... I trust you." You said after a while and you watched as he smiled, moving his hand so your face got closer to his before his lips pressed to yours.

His lips pressed to your gently, unmoving as the both of you sat frozen in time. He was warm and his hand continued to hold your cheek, rubbing away the stray tears that continue to fall.

The need for air did become string and the both of you pulled away, flushed and with small smiles on your now very lonely lips.

"I love you Y/N, Thank you... I promise I won't hurt you." He whispered before capturing your lips with his once again.

[chuuyagfs]

OH MY GODODMF THIS IS EVERYTHING THAT I WANTED IN A FIC THIS IS SO GOOD THANK YOU SO MUCH

[nameless-shrimp]

FOR THE NIGHT || CHUUYA NAKAHARA (BAND! AU)

↳ PAIRING: (Band/Rockstar AU!) Chuuya Nakahara x F!Reader (she/her)

↳ TYPE: one-shot

↳ WORD COUNT: 3.4k

↳ WARNINGS: heavy swearing, lots of implied NSFW, mentions of nudity and mental exhaustion, grammar errors

↳ SYNOPSIS: Yokohama's beloved rockstar and his manager spend one night together in the hotel room.

↳ AUTHOR'S NOTES: this was so fun to write. i really brainrotted over band! au and chuuya... ugh, i just needed to write chuuya today, haha. for anyone in my SFW taglist, feel free to read this at your own choice. there is a lot of swearing (a decent amount) along with lots of implications of NSFW. i tagged you guys since this is—technically—SFW but there is just a lot of stuff briefly mentioned that can be too much for some so make sure you check the warnings. anyways, i hope you guys enjoy! also, thank you to my brainrotting bestie @bsdparadise for the motivation to write this, MWAH.

Flash of lights glimmered along the stage with the strum of guitars echoing throughout the entire stadium. Neon colors bursting out into their own image of fireworks amongst the crowd. A hurling scream of the fans raised their arms, waving them around as the lead singer poured his heart into the microphone; hands clutched around the microphone. Eyes shut into a tight close.

Chuuya consistently poured out his heart every performance. Sweat dripped from his forehead. Not that he minded the heavy panting after each song that he played. The burst of the crowd would enlighten his ears; a beaming smile glowing on his face from the radiating neon pinks and yellows above the stage. God. A thrilling performance, usually filled with heavy anticipation of the audience. Typically rewarded with an encore; some older girls screaming out his names from the front row.

It wasn’t long until the show ended where he hopped backstage. Watching you tap your feet with the clipboard resting alongside your arms, Chuuya only smirked before tossing his hat to the side. You were met with painted black nails trailing alongside the paperwork. Catching you off guard, you raised your brow. He snickered. Only you responded with a shake of your head. Shit. And you had to wear the usual pencil skirts that you wore—as expected from his manager, though.

“Did you even listen to me out there?” Chuuya asked, fighting a groan.

You nodded. “Yeah, you sound great as always. Now hurry up and take a water break. Clean up a bit ‘cause you got some fans waiting to meet you with their backstage passes.”

Chuuya wished you acknowledged his presence more; the usual skill and talent he portrayed. Not the typical drowsy mornings that he’d experience after a strong hangover and there’d be twenty voicemails from you—mostly informing him to get up for the day. For rockstars—at least, for Chuuya—there were very few breaks. To be able to find a sense of freedom, to not be acknowledged by paparazzi swinging by the gates near his large home.

All of the performances were exhilarating. A burst of air kicked into his lungs every time he heaved a breath after letting out a high note; screechy enough to fit into the tune of the song. Everyone loved it. Or so, it seemed. But had it been so terrible for Chuuya enough that he had started to grow weary of his own career; lost in the daze of flashing cameras and the swirls of neon lights were starting to become a migraine.

How long has it been since his last vacation? He tried to recall—while fixing his smudged eyeliner—and dabbing a towel on his forehead. Completely drenched in sweat, Chuuya shook his head, wanting to take a swig of the nearest beer closest to him on the table. Drinking was not the boldest move at this point. Not when he was going to engage with a crowd of fangirls that were going to swoon by one small curve of his lips.

Yet you weren’t immersed enough with his own musical possessions and the prideful acts he’d engage on the stage. Music was an artistic release for him. Chuuya wondered if you had grown tired of your management position; always lost in paperwork and arguments with the higher-ups about his new releases. Being a rockstar was meant to be filled with excitement. Lots of women, booze, and performances that gave him a high on stage. Fuck. Has it all been so draining for you too? He didn’t know.

A chaotic bastard that Chuuya was, and he knew that well to himself. Yet so determined for new releases. Never failing to impress the others that looked up to his kind spirit. He portrayed his ego during his meet and greets. Especially then, when he smiled brightly for the cameras and even took out a marker to sign the arms of his fangirls that managed to win backstage passes to meet Chuuya; a rockstar that was known across Yokohama. Typically lost in his own notes of music and his lyrics meant to be an escape for everyone—including himself.

“No kissing.”

Your harsh words caught him out of his daze. Shit. He wasn’t even drinking yet and he was already starting to doze off into another dimension. His last fan pouted, exposing her chest a bit too much for Chuuya. The rockstar only smirked with a turn of his head, pointing at the camera as the two posed for the shot. As usual, she went on about being his greatest fan. (A typical saying that Chuuya had grown used to).

Once she left the room, you let out an exhausted sigh before crashing down at the nearby couch. The photographers had taken their leave where you both exchanged a small conversation. Chuuya made his way to the nearest stool, resting on it before he placed his palms on his knees. Damn. His jeans were a bit too tight—or maybe it was your presence alone that started to make his temperature increase. For what reason, Chuuya didn’t really know.

“The night is over,” you exhaled. “Thank God.”

“Seems like you didn’t like it when that last girl tried to kiss my cheek, huh?” Chuuya smirked, resting his cheek against his fist.

Groaning, you rubbed your forehead. “As your manager, I have to tell all of your pretty little fans to not kiss you. I don’t need you to get involved with any scandals.”

“Why?” He kept that smirk drawn on his face. “Will you get jealous?”

“It’s my job,” you retorted. “I’m not jealous. Just doing what I’m supposed to do.”

“But you can’t deny the fact that you’ll be a little bit jealous, doll.”

“Go home Chuuya,” you sighed, shaking your head. Standing up from the couch, you rubbed the back of your neck tiredly before making your way to the door. Chuuya whistled, capturing your attention one last moment before your hand raised up to meet with the doorknob. “What is it now?”

He blinked. “You’re not overworking yourself, are you?”

“What are you talking about?”

Chuuya snorted, jumping off the stool before stuffing his back pockets with his hands. “You’re always so tired. Don’t act like I can’t see your soul being drained from over here. I’m not fucking blind, ya’know?”

Taken back by his response, you smiled and turned away, avoiding eye contact from him. Chuuya took note of your distance from him. He wasn’t sure why that smile of yours captured his attention more than anything. Groupies and fangirls were one thing; all beautiful in their own enlightenment, yet the crimson red staining your lips managed to catch his eyes. A faint choke of his breath would follow suit. Maybe because it reminded him of raspberry wine.

Fuck. He needed a drink.

“I’m fine, Chuuya,” you said while awkwardly rubbing your head once again. “I’m going back to the hotel now. Don’t drink so much tonight. I don’t need you having another hangover tomorrow. It’s a photoshoot day for you.”

He opened his mouth to say one thing but you drifted past the door and it slammed without another word to tumble from his lips. Swearing underneath his breath, Chuuya flopped down on the couch and threw his head back. For fuck’s sake. It’s odd for him to grow fond of his own manager. And he’d catch himself watching you do simple tasks, such as scolding him for being late to his own recording sessions or fetching him a cup of coffee at the ungodly hour of seven in the morning for a photoshoot.

He typically liked to imagine your body bare for him. Chuuya wasn’t sure why. The crimson-stained lips were one thing, though he prefers to envision your collarbones painted with blues and purples. All by the harsh bites of his lips. Time would continuously stumble by, where after every day that he spent with you, he’d catch himself imagining a simple life with you; no crowds of paparazzi and crazy fans. To learn more about his own manager—as a person, and not a simple boss that keeps his tasks in check.

Nothing ever stopped Chuuya, though. He’d let himself engage in these imaginations. Perhaps he missed being a normal person—sometimes. Life of a popular rockstar was tiring, and nonetheless, a mental drainage. Yet Chuuya wondered how you were; a typical babysitter for his own schedules and appointments. Monitoring those that were around his presence. It must’ve been hell.

Fuck, really, it sounded like it.

The night grew bolder. Clock striking at two in the morning. He was washed up in his hotel room with a random woman that stumbled in with him. She stripped for him, exposing her bare chest, yet he only gazed away. Whiskey bottle held in his hands. He eyed his chipped nail polish. Before he knew it, Chuuya’s black choker was grabbed by the naked woman in front of his bed.

“Pay attention to me.”

She was stern, yet she wasn’t you. Holy shit. You weren’t leaving his mind one bit. Chuuya wasn’t sure why he was so concerned for you. A manager. Everything was meant to be work-related. Nothing more, nothing less. And the naked woman only pouted before Chuuya shook his head. “M’sorry,” he murmured, tossing the empty whiskey bottle to the ground. “Can you please leave? I’m—” he hiccuped; and shit, he was drunk. “—sorry.”

The hotel room grew empty when the stranger left. Chuuya didn’t even know who she was—if she even was a fan. No matter. He turned to his flashing phone on the nightstand close to his bed. Rummaging through the wrinkled white sheets, he hiccuped once more before glancing down at the notification that was blinding his eyes.

‘I forgot to tell you. I left some Ibuprofen in the drawers near your bed. Take that if you get a headache the next morning. Goodnight.’

A brief text message from you. Chuuya found himself smiling, giggling into the white pillow like a schoolgirl receiving a message from her high school crush. Damn, he felt pathetic—almost. And Chuuya turned on his bed, rereading the message over and over again. It was strictly professional, kind of. In a way. Yet he grinned reading that your contact name was the only one capturing his eyes.

He wasn’t sure what came over him. Chuuya ended up in the hallways of the third floor in the hotel building he stayed at. Blurred vision. Slurred words. And his head trailed all-around before an endless pattern of hiccups left his lips. He eyed every hotel room number carefully. Not minding that he heard some couple fucking behind one of the doors; how hot. If only it had been you and him.

And shit, he was truly drunk.

Despite his drunken state, he remembered your room number very well. Thankfully, he didn’t have to tumble his way down any stairs and manage to think properly enough to go into an elevator. As he recalled, you were further down the hall. The bright hotel lights were getting to his head—as if a pounding headache was going to fucking help his state any further.

Reaching your hotel door, Chuuya raised his hand and banged on the door. Not a care in the world that he was going to wake up the others on the same floor.

With a swing of the door, your eyes widened at the flushed Chuuya in front of you—still in his sweaty clothes from when he performed just that night. You blinked for a moment, lost in confusion before you felt Chuuya fight a yawn and then tumble onto your chest.

“Y/N… hey.”

“Chuuya, what the hell?” You whispered, quickly darting your attention outside your room in hopes that no one saw him waltz to your hotel room. Hurriedly, you helped him inside and then closed the door behind you with a kick of your foot. “How drunk are you? Just, what the—dammit Chuuya.”

He shook his head. “M’sorry, Y/N. Did I disappoint you?”

The hell?

“No,” you responded. “You never disappoint me. Don’t say that.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?”

Your eyebrows twitched at his question. “I could say the same for you. Go back to your room and sleep.”

“Can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Hmm,” he slurred. “It’s ‘cause you’re not there.”

You weren’t sure why your heart began to pick up its pace. Regardless of the handful that Chuuya was, you found yourself enjoying his presence—sometimes. And you exhaled in exhaustion, shaking your head. “God, Chuuya, you should take a bath,” you noted, scrunching up your nose. “You smell.”

Chuuya sighed. “Take one with me.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Then clean me up,” he whined drunkenly.

“Absolutely not.”

He fell to the floor within seconds, causing you to groan. Bending down to meet his half-hooded gaze, you parted some of his auburn hair back. Chuuya murmured some sentences inaudibly, but you weren’t able to recall what he was trying to say. Part of you felt bad seeing him in such a drenched state; maybe the alcohol numbed his stress more often than he hoped, at least that was what you thought. Your profession was strictly meant to keep him intact; a frustrating job, almost leaving you on the verge of a mental breakdown, yet whenever you stared at Chuuya in the most vulnerable states like this, you found your heart fumbling into a pit of cartwheels that were left unexplainable to you.

After a brief moment of hesitation, you walked to the bathroom where you ran a hot bath to fill up the tub. It took a few minutes to get him to stumble on his knees—at least—before he crawled his way to the bathroom. Shit, that’s cute. And hilarious at the same time. Yokohama’s best rockstar was trapped in a drunken universe. One that caused him to feel more giddy than usual sometimes.

“I’m gonna take your, uh—” you gulped awkwardly. “Clothes off now, Chuu.”

“Adorable nickname, doll,” Chuuya chuckled, tilting his head back. “Call me that more often.”

“You heard what I said right?”

“Yeah,” he said, shooting you a wink. “Go ahead. Strip me.”

Groaning, your hands shook while he rested against the cream-colored wall of the bedroom. Reaching for the hem of his shirt, you carefully lifted the fabric off of him. Eyes slowly meeting with his bare chest; faint bruises from his old flings from a couple weeks ago. Or was it those times when he fell on stage during rehearsals? You weren’t sure, so a shake of your head was enough.

Unbuckling his belt, your cheeks flushed. A new experience for both of you. Not that you cared—or you did, really. Nothing like taking the pants off of the singer of a band that you were supposed to monitor and keep an eye on at all costs. Especially for a strict profession. The tables have really turned into something else.

“Don’t have any silly thoughts now,” you quipped.

Chuuya snickered underneath his breath. “And if I am?”

“It is what it is.”

He blinked in awe. “You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”

“Wha—” you gulped. “Thank you, I guess?”

“Don’t like it when I compliment you, boss?”

You gritted your teeth, fighting back the blush creeping upon the exposed collarbone from your loose t-shirt. “It’s not something I’m used to, I guess.”

A chuckle fell from his lips loosely. “I mean it. You’re breathtaking.”

A splish-splash of water would be tossed your way, where you stared at Chuuya teasing you while his body rested in the tub. Every so often, he’d manage to wash his hair before asking you to do the task for him—simply because he was too damn drunk to function properly on his own—and regardless of how tired you were, you were still obliged to do it. At least seeing him in his fragile states like this brought comfort to your heart. These unusual emotions towards Chuuya were different sensations; sweat trickling down the sides of your head from nervousness. A walk across a thin line about to snap.

All of this was too unprofessional even for you. To be washing Chuuya’s hair and body. Fruity shampoo lingered in the air before he’d dive underneath the water to rinse off the remains. He’d joke about letting you join him. You always shook your head, yet you gripped on the ends of your t-shirt, not wanting to inform him you were only in your panties underneath the large shirt covering your thighs. Fucking hell. This was too awkward—yet the bits of his playful acts felt so real; almost as if you were both stuck in your own galaxy together.

(You threw towels at him every time Chuuya teased about having you watch him get out of the bathtub.)

By the time he stumbled out from the bathroom, alcohol intoxicated the air. It disgusted you in a way, simply because it gave you a growing headache—as if you weren’t around the scent of booze enough on a daily basis—and you were taken back by strong arms thrown around your figure. Twiddling your thumbs anxiously, you looked to see Chuuya rest his head on your shoulders.

“M’sleepy,” he slurred his words.

“I—I can walk you back—”

“Sleep with me.”

Before you could respond, he threw you onto the bed with him. Face meeting the freshly washed covers. Lavender detergent most likely. And your eyes glistened, watching Chuuya lay next to you on your bed. Nothing but his boxers. At least he was clean and not a sweaty mess like before. That was good enough.

His eyes fluttered open in a swift manner. Eyes void of color, almost due to his harsh drunken state, and his palm was met with your flustered face. His thumb trailed alongside your lips. Not even a moment was wasted when Chuuya leaned in; lips against one another—a puzzle meant to be fit underneath the moonlight kissing his exposed skin as yours danced along with the illumination.

His fingers slowly trailed down to meet your sides, rubbing circles on the skin. It happened so suddenly, yet you didn’t find yourself pulling back. Chuuya played his strings well; a symphony that he hoped to create. You wanted oxygen, yet you fought back on it. His movements were fluid, so smooth in its silky form, and he hovered over you in an instant—lips connecting with one another cautiously yet dazed in their own state of hunger.

Chuuya parted from you. Breaths panting from both of your mouths. Eyes completely lost into one another. Confusion itched on your face as a grin of satisfaction was tattooed among his lips. “Can you tell?” He asked breathlessly.

“What?” You inhaled.

“That I have been in love with you.”

Your eyes widened before Chuuya fell down onto the bed, face meeting with the large pillow below him. Sitting up from the bed, your fingers carved along your lips; meeting with the emptiness of his lips now that you both had stopped exchanging kisses. Turning to him, Chuuya hummed one of his own songs while burrowing his face further down his pillow. Your eyes glanced at the alarm clock; it was almost four in the morning. You knew that the photoshoot was going to be pointless for him at this point. Though his world began to shimmer into brighter colors once he opened his eyes and stared at you for a moment.

“Hey,” he whistled right after speaking. “Let’s take a vacation together someday.”

Your hand ghosted along with his before he intertwined his fingers with you. The uneasiness you had from before had been gone long ago. Chuuya must’ve been in his head again. But you were hoping that the next morning that he wouldn’t forget what had happened that night. And without thinking, you kissed his knuckles; he chuckled near the pillow sheets at your soft touch, nuzzling into the fabric.

“Sleep, Chuu,” you said. “It’s very late.”

“Sleep with me then.”

You furrowed your brows. “Do you really need me by your side tonight?”

For the night, after two in the morning, Chuuya had broken his dam. He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol that had given him the confidence to stumble upon your room. Regardless, it was a night that he refused to forget. A memory that he wanted to keep. Perhaps he could write lyrics about this one day. He kept that smirk on his lips; not for one second did it fade away. And he’s given himself up. Yours—momentarily. Even for the night.

“I do.”

tags: @whorefordazai @tender-rosiey @internetkilledtheroxstar @sadcannibal @bsdparadise @pompompurin1028 @dazais-osamu @tetsustation @milky-toast @missrown @requiem626k @jessbeinme15 @kyuus4ku @so-chile @kiyokoxd @dazaiaiko

[bsdwhore]

SFW Dating Chuuya Headcanons

a/n: literally been wanting to write this for so long so i have no idea why I didn't bc like ITS MY MAN ?? genre: fluff

warning: swearing ? not proof read, very messy

Anyway nsfw part coming soon 😏

okay so first off I think that he's probably never been in a relationship neither does he want one. It's just extremely inconvenient, him working in the literal mafia. It would be really time consuming which he doesn't have and dangerous if you didn't work in the port mafia.

So if he were to have an s/o, they'd probably work in the port mafia. That way they'd understand if he wasn't able to always be around and he wouldn't have to be extremely concerned for their welfare because they'd be able to protect themselves.

So bearing all this in mind, he's never really had a proper crush on someone until you came around and caught his eye for whatever reason 👀

and knowing chuuya, he would suppress all feelings for you and deny it.

"I have no feelings for y/n. Definitely not. The only relationship I want to and maintain with them is them being my work colleague. Nothing more. Woah they look so pretty right now ARHG FUCK DAMN AHHADSBFDHKSF" *angrily stomps away*

as we all know bottling up feelings is not good and eventually just blows up in your face. Which is what happened to chuuya.

After months and months of denying feelings, he angrily confessed to you-without even realising he did😃

You were just minding your own business, then chuuya just like angrily walks up to you, literally shouts at your face his confession, then leaves like nothing happened ???

Of course to chuuya, it was like nothing happened until an hour later (yes, an hour later) he was like "wait what did I even say to y/n?" , realises and immediately grabs a shovel to dig his own grave😟

He runs to kouyou's office and cries in her lap. She has no advice to give him bc he fucked himself up fr tbh. But you eventually come in to kouyou's office and confess your undying love for him too so it's all good 😩👌

Anyway moving onto to actually being in a relationship with him-

cuddles- chuuya loves cuddles, he loves cuddling you and being cuddled. It's like probably all he does when he comes back from work. I think chuuya likes being the small spoon the most. He likes both but he loves being held around his hourglass figure waist 🥰

something that happens a lot though is chuuya coming back from work, tired as hell. He drops everything on the floor, and just kind of collapses onto the bed and hides his head on your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist.

I don't think chuuya is big on pda tbh. He personally hates seeing couples who are really touchy touchy in public so he wouldn't really want to do the same. He'll hold your hand and link arms and stuff but nothing more than that really

CHUUYA LOVES MATCHING ANYTHING

matching chokers, matching rings, clothes, tattoos. He is a sucker for matching anything. I already headcanon that he's got a few tattoos 😩 so i think he would love the idea of matching tattoos, probably not something really obvious that it's matching tattoos, but something subtle and small and pretty that you can't really tell that it's a matching tattoo

dates with chuuya are very fun and adventurous like rock climbing or laser tag or travelling but they can also be classy and romantic like taking you to fancy restaurant.

we know this man got money so he definitely has a private plane. "wanna go to paris for breakfast? Maybe dinner in italy? switzerland? philippines? ( it was just the first countries that came to mind-)

CHUUYA IS VERY GOOD AT COOKING😩😩 so don't worry if you cannot cook at all, he can do it all for you and even teach you and chuuya is a PERFECTIONIST so the food literally looks like it's from a fine dining restaurant

night rides on chuuya's motorbike, blasting music, is a thing you guys do frequently. It's very therapeutic and whenever either one of you is feeling down you'll be like "wanna go for a motorbike ride?" and the person whose feeling down will feel instantly better

chuuya probably bought you your own motorbike and taught you. Of course it's the best quality and brand so dw👍

you'll probably play like follow the lead ron the motorbikes but obviously you can't go up the buildings like chuuya 🙄

PLAY WITH HIS HAIR or style. He loves when you play with his hair and if you've got long enough hair, he'll probably braid it and stuff too

there's days where chuuya probably needs comforting and reassurance bc he's quite insecure about a few things, struggles with not feeling human, abandonment issues, probably feels like you might leave him too (basically everything that happened in storm bringer). He's not vocal about it though so you probably have to be good at reading him 😭. Although i don't think he'd be very hard to read tbh. You can just kind of tell what he's feeling by his face even if he's trying hard not to show it

he LOVES head and back massages, giving and receiving but especially receiving. He tends to overwork himself a lot so massages relieves stress and just helps

since you both work in the port mafia, there'll be times where either of you are gone for periods of times overseas or just for missions in general so when one of you are going to go, a week before you guys will just hang out and do everything together and treat one another bc both of you will miss each other

one time chuuya was gone for like months and you finally found out he had come back and was in mori's office rn so without even thinking, you literally BARGED into mori's office and basically jumped into chuuya's arms with so much force, you both fell and gave him loads of kisses, saying how much you missed him and mori was just there like *cough cough* ahem 🙂

you were surprised you didn't lose your job tbh

also chuuya was not happy and very embarrassed but he also missed you so he didn't care that much

whilst I think chuuya doesn't mind a bit of banter, I don't think he would like being with or thrive with someone who constantly teases, jokes and makes him the butt of their jokes (even if it's someone's way of showing affection/love language). He doesn't like feeling made inferior or dumb to someone and it would just make him even more insecure which he doesn't need and whatever thing you joked about him, he'd probably think about it for years

I also think chuuya loves compliments (whether he realises this or not) and he'd also think about those particular compliments forever lmfao

chuuya is also a very stubborn person so fights don't go too well. If you are also stubborn then they REALLY do not 😬

anyway my mind has gone blank so the end

[sebtomm]

~ AFFECTIONS

[NAVIGATION] - [ADA MASTERLIST] - [PM MASTERLIST]

— pairings: ranpo/dazai/chuuya/akutagawa x reader

— warnings: ooc maybe? slightly suggestive, suicide mentions

— summary: random affection headcanons.

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~ RANPO

loves giving hugs whenever he can.

although, he’s childish so if you him deny a hug, he will probably pout.

most often gives you hugs whenever he is bored at work.

doesn’t matter if you’re in the middle of a case or doing something important.

he will latch onto you.

absolutely would respect your space if you did request for it though.

completely understands without you saying a word.

if he went away for a long and boring case (his words), ranpo would definitely never let you go when he returns.

would complain about not receiving your hugs, but really it’s his way of saying he misses you.

smooshes his face into your chest and tightly wraps his arms around you.

wake up the next day for work and he’ll keep you right by his side.

kunikida wouldn’t be very happy if you said you were coming in late.

ranpo is probably very warm, a bonus for when it’s winter.

usually he’s very vocal about hugs. for example, calling your name across the agency or giving unexpected announcements.

you might topple over during the latter.

but if he initiated the act quietly, something’s wrong.

rub his back or play with his hair and he will instantly melt in your hands.

he might not talk for a while, so be patient with him.

offers a hug for whenever you’re feeling down too and will respect your privacy if you don’t want to tell him what’s wrong.

you can bet he gives really good hugs.

~ DAZAI

this man would be obsessed with your hands.

he would definitely try hold them for as long as possible, completely upset if you wanted to let go.

even for a second.

he’s gonna ask you to strangle him very often, just don’t encourage him (or do, if you want to hear kunikida shouting).

if you were excited and ended up dragging him around by his hand, wkbdkwnfk he is going to smile so much.

he is a simp, so he will definitely tease you by gently caressing your hand like it’s the first time he met you.

doesn’t matter if you’re on the phone or in front of a crowd, he’s going to try and make you flustered.

hold his cheeks and squish them to get him to shut up, dazai will go silent immediately.

he would be a little surprised but that won’t stop him from flirting with you afterwards.

this idiot would ask for hand massages, i just know it.

complaining that his hands are sore from doing very, very important work.

ok dazai, sure.

it’d be fun to do anyway, i don’t recommend missing out on it.

he is cheesy af, so expect him to compare hand sizes at any given moment.

claiming that he forgot or that he wanted to check if his middle finger was longer than yours.

somehow made it a competition??

probably a joke between you two to just flip each other off whenever kunikida isn’t looking.

~ CHUUYA

ok imagine slow dancing with chuuya.

he’d love it.

especially after a long day apart or if he is feeling down.

don’t know how to slow dance?

dw he will teach you.

although, he doesn’t have the most patience in the world, but he’ll try.

it would be cute to see him grumpy.

once everything becomes smooth, he’s not gonna let go for a while.

one hand trailing across your waist and the other softly gripping your hand.

he would rub his thumb over the back of your palm and squeeze your waist gently.

resting his forehead against yours, listening to both the music and your small breaths.

thank the candles for providing minimal light. without it, chuuya would be able to see you blush.

his heart might just melt a little if he did.

rest your chin against his shoulder or maybe your head on his chest (it would make him blush too).

he will hold you until the end of the world.

if you listen close enough, you will be able to hear him humming along to the music.

chuuya would also leave small kisses across your neck, so light and teasing that he would smirk if you wanted more.

would trail his hand down further from your waist ;)))

hide your face in his neck as he does this, god he will go insane.

it’s a regular thing, whether it’s for a passionate night to remember or simply swaying back and forth, chuuya would happily dance with you.

~ AKUTAGAWA

this was difficult to decide for but maybe aku loves the smaller touches.

the moments which are mostly forgotten and overlooked, but oh no, not him.

if he spots a piece of lint on your clothing, he would gently remove it.

something on your face and he would pass over a tissue—not without commenting on it quite rudely at first.

if akutagawa found dirt on your shoes, he gonna remind you rather harshly to keep your things neat.

will end up helping you clean them though.

it’s his way of showing that he cares.

he’s completely constipated about any positive emotions but he would appreciate it if you did small things for him.

just don’t expect him to tell you that, bc he most likely won’t.

for example, helping wash the blood off his clothes after a rough mission.

or fixing the collar on his coat when it is out place.

his hair got in his face? brush it back and he will hesitantly thank you.

maybe not in public though.

brush your hand against his as you give him a cup of tea, he will never forget it.

give him time and he might open up to more bold acts of affection.

no guarantees ;)

[mobbu-min]

Congrats on the 100 followers!! for the event, can I request a letter from yan chuuya confessing to f!reader who has been with him since sheep and joined the pm with him? (basically childhood friend who stays with him through it all) Thank you!!

A/N: Thank you!<3 I hope you enjoy!

Character: Chuuya(bsd)

!Warning! yandere mindset, mentions of blood and death

100+ Follower Special Event

 To My (Y/N),

 I’ve never believed in soulmates and you know this. Truthfully I don't believe in any type of God, but I thank whoever it was that brought us together everyday.

 We’ve been through so much together over the years we’ve been together. There’s been so many times you could’ve fled and left me behind. From the moment Sheep betrayed us. Or any time I’ve let corruption control me. You should have left me. Out of fear of your life or really any reason would do, but you stayed.

 Even going as far as to join the Port Mafia with me. I’ll never understand why you want to be with me. Why do you continue to look at me with such a gentle gaze knowing the monstrosities I’ve committed. It baffles me knowing that you willingly stay by my side. Do you stay because of the things we’ve been through? The bond we’ve mended stands unbreakable against anything that’s been sent our way.

 I can’t help but be grateful you’ve stayed with me for so long. Not once have you shown an ounce of regret, an ounce of resentment, or an ounce of fear towards me. Only adoration and devotion. Your smile of pure trust makes my heart beat in ways that I never knew was imaginable.

 That very smile is what drew me in. No matter how many times I see it I can’t help but desire more. I could be drenched in the blood of our enemies and yet you still smile so fondly at me, it drives me mad. Everything about you drives me crazy. I feel like a fool to realize these feelings that have been boiling towards you so late.

 I’ve been holding it back for so long. These feelings are so new, so foregin, but aren’t unwelcomed. I used to hate, fear, these emotions but I realize now I shouldn't be. Cause every breath that I take, I breathe it for you. I wouldn’t be able to face life without you by my side. You are my world, my everything.

                               I need you.

 I promise you that I’ll always protect you. To be there for you when you need me.

 I promise to never leave your side even when you scream and yell at me. Or say you hate me, I'll always be there to watch over you.

 I promise to alway love you. My heart beats for you and solely you. I will devote the rest of my life to showing you just how much I love you.

 Let's break these binds that have been put upon us and become one.                

                    Your Protector, Chuuya Nakahara

[yatsugareboyf]

Hi there! Hope you're doing well. Since requests are open, may i have a scenario of dancing the night away with Chuya? Thanks in advance! Have a great day/night

thank u sm for requesting <3 sorry this was late yeah ive been schooling.... anyways heres best man chuuya

sway with me. [nakahara chuuya x reader]

when marimba rhythms start to play,

How old school can this get? The brown, warm aura of the vintage home, the creaking of the wooden floors everytime you step, and the light sound of the sharp point dragging around the vinyl. The nostalgic sound of the song softly plays as the love of your life gently holds both your hands, feet moving in sync.

dance with me, make me sway.

God, how was he so perfect? He's the catch of the town, all the women wanted him. As if the incarnation of the boy described in Close To You by The Carpenters , yet you're his. His eyes drew you deeper into the deep rhythm of the song, the instruments somehow arranging itself to be in sync with you and him. He momentarily lets go of your right hand to spin you, the sound of your shoes accompanied the slow beating of the tune. You turn to face him, the softest smile gracing his features making you swoon.

like a lazy ocean hugs the shore,

hold me close, sway me more.

He pulls you in and pushes you out, slowly moving with you across the wooden floor. He holds your hands so delicately, feeling his rough yet soft hands guide you to the dance he taught you. You got it down so fast, wanting to enjoy the bliss of dancing with your beloved. It was his turn to spin, his ginger-like locks bounce off his shoulder before moving closer to you, noses almost touching.

like a flower bending in the breeze,

bend with me, sway with ease.

You soon get sick of the ballroom dance and opted to wrap your hands around his neck, his hands, almost on instinct, wrap around your waist. You both sway to the music, feeling each other's warmth. His eyes were so captivating, pulling you deeper into love.

"I knew you were old school, but this? Chuuya, I'm flattered." You chuckle, closing your eyes. You hear him chuckle as well, holding you impossibly closer to him.

when we dance you have a way with me,

stay with me, sway with me.

"As if you don't like it, dear. I was surprised you didn't know the dance to this song." He rests his forehead on yours, remembering this moment for the rest of his life. You were so soft under his touch, it was impossible to let go. His lips turn into a soft smile as he remembers how moments before, he was teaching you how to dance.

other dancers may be on the floor,

dear, but my eyes will see only you.

One of your hands move from behind his neck to his face, Chuuya immediately leaning into your touch. Your heart clenches at the sight of him, your face feeling warmer by the minute. He hums to the song, closing his eyes as well.

only you have that magic technique,

when we sway I go weak.

"Can I kiss you?" You open your eyes at his request, before humming an affirmative response. He holds the back of your head, stops his slow moments, and everything goes still.

i can hear the sounds of violins,

long before it begins.

You can feel his breath on your face, moving closer closing the space between you. Neither of you believed in the "magic spark" that they describe in romance novels, but this was the closest thing you can compare it to. The way his lips move with yours holds you captive in his arms, your knees going weak. Your thumb caresses his face when he pulls you in, no intentions of letting you go.

make me thrill as only you know how,

sway me smooth, sway me now.

"Are you tired, darling?" Chuuya asks, after catching his breath. He cradles you as if you're porcelain, your half-lidded eyes making him concerned. "We can go rest now, if you want."

Shaking your head, you look up at him with the most loving eyes. Chuuya understands immediately, smirking as he takes your hands in his once again.

"Well, you're in for a treat. I have more to teach you, angel." You giggle as he brings you to the vinyl player, talking about the different songs you could dance to. You look at him with adoration as he settles on a new song, lifting you up and spinning you around.

"I never want this moment to end, Chuuya." Your eyes spoke the words for you. As long as he can, he'll stay in your arms, swaying til the sun rises and sinks once more.

[palace-of-daydreams]

Half Past Midnight- Chuuya Nakahara

{You wake up from a particularly vivid nightmare that dredges up your fears regarding Chuuya’s ability.}

I sat bolt upright, my breathing coming in shallow gasps. Disoriented, I look around the room. Wait, I had just been-

It was a nightmare. Thank the heavens. I sigh in relief, running a hand through my hair. My night terror had seemed all to real.

I checked the clock on the nightstand beside me. Exactly half past midnight...

A quiet snore beside me drew my eyes to its source. Good, I didn’t wake him up. Chuuya was still sleeping peacefully.

I smile for a moment, then my grin turns to a concerned frown. Images from my nightmare flash through my mind’s eye. The pain of it is fresh, and I can still feel my horror at finding the very man that laid beside me dead.

In my dream, I was looking for him after a rough fight. I called his name over and over, searching relentlessly. Then I found him, lying on the ground surrounded by a morbid ring of blood.

“Chuuya!” I cried. I ran over to him, frantically checking for a pulse. But I felt no heartbeat, and no air passed his lips. I sobbed and begged him to wake up, but of course he didn’t respond. No matter what I did, it didn’t matter. He was already gone. Killed by the burnout of his own ability, or rather, the shadow of his ability. So I stayed there, covered in the blood of the one I love the most in this world, consumed by my grief.

His power worries me. The nature of Corruption is pyrrhic, self-destructive. If Dazai fails, then Chuuya will die. I’ve seen the crazed look in his eyes, devoid of their usual life. I’ve seen the blood that starts to leak out of his ears, his mouth, and his nose. I know how the power works, that in the time he uses it, he’s no longer the man I love. That frightens me. I fear that’s how he’ll die while he’s not himself. I fear that he will die in general, but especially that he’ll die to his own power. But I’ve also watched the light return to his eyes momentarily before he passes out. Using Corruption burns him out completely, leaving his body exhausted. So I carry him back home, sometimes with help and sometimes by myself. He takes a couple days off to recover, but he always goes back to work too soon, and there’s always a next time he has to use Corruption. Even though all of that is true, he’s still standing. Every time the Chuuya I know comes back to me, but only because Dazai stops Corruption from destroying him. How long will it take for something to go horribly wrong, wrong enough that Dazai can’t reach him? How long before...

How long before I lose him?

I shake my head, trying to clear it. If I keep thinking like this, I’ll stay awake the whole night. I should be getting back to sleep. I lay back down, cuddling up to Chuuya. As I nestle in, his eyes slowly blink open.

“You alright?” He asks groggily.

“Yeah,” I reply, shifting even closer to him and savoring the warmth of his skin. “Just a nightmare.”

“Want to talk about it?” He gives me a concerned look.

“No, it’s alright. I just want to sleep.”

“Sounds good to me.”

I’m still worried... but for now, I have him right here with me, and that’s enough. I don’t know how long we’ll get, but nobody ever does. I know that someday I’ll lose him, whether it’s to Corruption or not. So I’ll cherish every moment I get.

[writingandmore]

Hello Jay! I'm not sure if you've written something like this before, but what would be your headcanons for Chuuya and Atsushi regarding relationships? Things like how you could spot that they are crushing on you/someone, how they'd most likely confess and whether ot not they like "sillly things" like couple items, or maybe what their idea of a perfect date would be? Just whatever comes to mind!

 - It might be hard to tell if Chuuya has a crush on someone-he actually tries to avoid them at the start so he wouldn't pull them into danger. His future s/o might  need to confront him about it before he actually lets his true feelings show. If he’s asked directly, he’d tell them, but if he can avoid it and keep them safe, that would be his preference. 

 - Once confronted about it, he would admit to it. He’d be embarrassed, and a bit shy, but he’d talk about it honestly if he really liked the person. He’d express to them that he’d be afraid they may get hurt if they start a relationship with him, and if they decide to want to be with him anyways, he’d be hesitant at first. Eventually though, his feelings would grow stronger and he’d give in and let himself be happy.

 - Okay, in terms of couple items, he wouldn’t really buy them, but if his partner did, he would absolutely do things like wear it to work if it’s clothing without hesitation. Most people would think he’d be embarrassed about it, but he’d wear it with pride and would be very threatening if anyone mentioned it. He may have a reputation to uphold, but that reputation won’t change if he freaks on someone who dares to question what he’s wearing.

 - In terms of a perfect date, he’d love just going somewhere quiet and peaceful with his partner after a long day of work and just being able to relax and fully be himself. Somewhere like a nice restaurant or a movie-or even just cooking together at home if it’s something simple. 

 - It would be painfully obvious if Atsushi has a crush on someone. He’d be very flustered and blushy around them, and he’d want to spend time with them as often as he can. He’d still take a while to confess though, so hopefully his future partner would be willing to make the first move. It’ll just take a while longer for him to muster up the courage. 

 - He’d try and do a classic confession-he’d get flowers and prepare what he’s going to say beforehand. He’d be super nervous and flustered during the confession, but once his now-partner says yes, he would be overjoyed. It’d be super cute-he wouldn’t be able to stop smiling!

 - He’s absolutely the type to buy cute couple stuff-shirts, mugs, etc. The first time he gets anything for his partner like that he’d be really nervous about them liking it since it’s kind of cheesy. If they say they like them there would quickly be a lot more coupley things getting delivered to the house. He never had much money before working at the agency, so he’d enjoy treating his s/o and giving them stuff. 

 - Honestly, any date would be fine with him as long as it makes his partner happy. Obviously he wouldn’t like anything dangerous or super risky, but other than that he’d just be happy to go out with his s/o and spend time with them. He’s sentimental like that. 

[elriccs]

“Oh, Grantors of Dark Disgrace, Do Not Wake me Again” | Nakahara Chuuya requested by Zuura.

[sfw-haikyuu-nsfw]

Hi! Everything you write is just absolutely amazing and I've had this concept in my head for so long now and I'd appreciate it so much if you could write something about it if it's not a burden? I was just wondering what would happen between Nishinoya and his s/o when she keeps seeing him praise and fawn over Kiyoko and she starts to feel like he likes her more and just started dating s/o as a second choice..? Like how he would react when (and if) he'd find out and how he'd make it up to them.

Ooooh, Anon, I had wondered this with both Noya and Tanaka since forever! Though I think both boy’s would handle these things differently, but this was very fun to think about and write! I actually rewrote this about three times trying to figure out how I wanted to approach it.

Also, I was supposed to have this up a lot earlier and I’m very sorry for that!

Enjoy!

“As if you care!”

The words had thrown Nishinoya for a spin. He didn’t understand them or where they stemmed from. Because, of course he cared. Whatever it was, he cared. “What does that even–” he stopped himself, hands rising to dig into his hair momentarily “–yes, I do. I’m your boyfriend!” He affirmed desperately. She had been distant, avoiding him even, and he was starting to get concerned. Was something going on that he didn’t know about at home? With her friends? Had he done something wrong that he wasn’t aware of?

She had stopped showing up to his practices, something that he had begun to expect on a daily basis, but it was fine. He couldn’t expect her to revolve her entire life around him. But then she didn’t show up to his games and she had stopped replying to his texts and then she wasn’t answering of his phone calls. It was when he tried approaching her in the halls that he absolutely knew something was wrong and he needed to find out what.

“Only because you can’t be Kiyoko’s!”

Wait. His entire being seemed to stop working at the statement - no assumption - that was thrown at him. With furrowing brows his lips parted to speak, but nothing came forward. How was he supposed to react when the love of his life was putting such an accusation on him? How was he supposed to answer immediately when his chest was squeezing so tightly around his heart that the one he cared about most thought that he was using her as a replacement? How could he stop her from turning away from him as she was now?

His body was moving instinctively, hand reaching for her wrist with a panic swelling in his stomach. Suddenly his heart was beating too hard and his breath was coming too fast and he didn’t know what he was supposed to so to fix this. Because this obviously a mess he created, there was no doubt about that. He had allowed himself to overstep boundaries he shouldn’t have been anywhere near. He had assumed that she would always feel loved despite his actions. He had been ignorant to her feelings in every way.

“Please,” he choked on his own voice, “let’s talk.”

“About what?” the words escaped her throat harshly, something he was sure he deserved, “It’s obvious what’s happening.”

“No! No, it’s not!”

If he sounded it angry, it was towards himself. This was the girl he’s crushed on since first year. The girl that he never dreamed he would actually be able to hold and cherish the way he had been able to. The girl who had made his heart race and his breath catch and fireworks to explode inside his brain. He wasn’t going to let this insanely beautiful person that brought such joy to his life walk out of it because of some misunderstanding.

“I messed up, okay, I–” what could he possibly say to make this better? “–you didn’t deserve to feel the way you did - the way you do. I shouldn’t have behaved that way, at all. Sure, Kiyoko’s pretty, but–” He felt her try and pull from his grasp, his grip tightening on her in his panic, but quickly released her. He couldn’t trap her with him, but he could follow her. “But I love you! Always have and always will, nothing is going to change that, ever. And–” desperation pressed him forward, pushing his way in front of her, his arms spread wide “–I’m sorry, okay, I never, ever, meant to hurt you… And I’ll do anything - anything - to make this right again…” The words warbled out past his lips, tears striking at his eyes as he looked at her desperately, hands trembling with the desire to take her in his arms but daring not to without her permission.

The next call was her’s.

Shoulders hunched forward as her head dipped towards the floor, her hands rising to press hard into her damp eyes. “Damn it, Yuu,” her voice shook as her body leaned towards his, which he instantly took up, one hand digging into her hair and the other gripping her tightly. His arms trembled as he pressed kiss after kiss against her temple, mind racing with the prospect of almost losing her.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, his face pressing into her hair, “I’m sorry. God, I love you.”

[rqnvindr]

Could I request a fluff fic with Noya? If you need more you can add Suga, Hinata and Kage. They boy is sitting in a chair, like at the computer or something, and their gf walks into the room all sleepy and cute. She walks over and straddles their lap. Not in a sexual way, but just so she can hug them and rest her head on their shoulder. Maybe a little snuggle into their neck to keep warm. You can decide if you wanna add a little make out ;)

this is so cute, i wanna sit on all of the boys’ laps and smother them w love ;

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nishinoya yuu:

-baby boy is sitting at the computer playing league with tanaka (yes those two def play league together fite me) and he just looks too irresistible with his hair down and in his pajamas. you decide to go up to him and make yourself comfortable on his lap

-nishinoya immediately freezes upon the sudden contact, his face heating up from being close to you

-“oI WHY DID YOU STOP NISHINOYA WE COULD’VE EASILY GOTTEN THE ENEMY THERE!” tanaka exclaims from the server

-“sorry, i’m gonna have to log off now, i’ll play again some other time” before the two of you can picture tanaka’s bewildered expression, nishinoya wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer

-you swing one leg over so that you’re now straddling his lap and nuzzle into his neck, making him sigh

-and his heart instantly melts when you yawn 

-“are you tired, babe?” he asks, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. you hum in response, continuing to cuddle up against him. as much as he wants to carry you to bed, he stays in this position just to keep you on his lap for longer

sugawara koushi:

-he figured that since you guys were chilling in comfortable silence that he might as well just study like he usually does at night to unwind

-sugawara sits alone at his desk for the first few minutes, until he notices you standing next to his chair with a hazy smile

-“need something, baby?” he asks with a soft chuckle. you wordlessly make your way in between his legs, wrapping your arms around his neck as you climb onto his lap

-you completely curl up into him, planting soft kisses on his neck, making him giggle 

-he kisses your temple when you stop your ministrations to rest on his shoulder, closing his eyes as he basks in the feeling of your warmth

-you were so snuggly like a plushie, how could he not give in ;

-sitting on his lap while he studies has now become a routine for y’all. sometimes they end with soft make outs but that’s a story for another time ;3

hinata shoyou:

-you watched your boyfriend as he sat at his desk playing games on his phone, unable to stifle your laughter since he claimed that he was gonna study

-sleepily beaming at him when he saw you standing by the doorway to his room, you plopped onto hinata’s lap, causing him to stumble slightly

-“w-woah, (y/n)!” he chokes out and you laugh as you continue to crush him into a hug

-you look into his eyes lovingly before peppering kisses all over his face, then along his jaw down to his neck, making him squeak out of surprise

-“(y/n),” hinata whispers. “y-you’re so warm.” you respond by pressing your lips to his, capturing him in a slow kiss

-doesn’t let you go afterwards, and you two end up falling asleep in each other’s arms

kageyama tobio:

-you sat with kageyama on the opposite couch as he wrote in his volleyball journal. you felt yourself getting sleepy but wanted to stay up with him a little bit more. plus his concentrated expression he wore whenever he wrote was the cutest thing ever and you wanted to savor it

-you walk over to him, fighting your heavy eyes and reach out to caress his hair. he hums, raising his head to look at you, and you extend your arms

-he puts his pencil down and follows up on your gesture, pulling you onto his lap. you hug him tight and press your forehead against his

-tracing his jawline you brush your lips against his, letting them linger steadily before deepening the contact

-“(y/n),” he breathily sighs your name once you break the kiss. “i thought you were sleepy.”

-you wink at him in response, giggling when he blushes beet red from the smallest push of a button

-his shyness doesn’t last though, and your actions ignite a fire within him that leaves your lips bruised by the end of the night oop

[haik-choo]

karasuno boys as boyfriends

a/n: im just basically astral projecting myself into these situations; ALSO if you want more detailed ones, just ask, and you shall receive! (also this is my first post i’ve written on here! but if you want plenty of kpop content i’m @hyucksong where i’ve been writing and I am still active! :))

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[KARASUNO BOYS AS BOYFRIENDS HEADCANNONS]

-tsukishima, yamaguchi, hinata, kageyama, tanaka, nishinoya, sugawara, daichi, and asahi

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tsukishima kei.

the type to look you straight in your eyes when you ask for a hug and say “no, who do you think i am, your boyfriend?”

runs his hands through your hair from the front and then when his hand reaches the back of your head he pulls you into him and kisses you either on the forehead or the lips <3

in order to be in a relationship with him you HAVE to have the same type of humor.

i don’t think he could date someone who doesn’t make fun of people with him

you guys are like best friends who make fun of each other and. make out a little every once in a while

he’ll hold your hand and hug you in public but he will NEVER do anything else, especially not in front of the boys

he thinks the blush that ignites on your kissable cheeks should be for his eyes only

he gave you a keychain that had a cute little strawberry shortcake on it. and it’s your most prized possession 

will shoot a glare at anyone who watches you too closely. like no. don’t get googly eyed over MY girlfriend. 

and you don’t have a problem with that ;) 

yamaguchi tadashi.

he likes to watch you when you’re not looking to pick out the little habits you do

he thinks that knowing someone’s little hardly noticeable habits is one of the most intimate things on mother earth

he knows that you stir the milk in the bowl three times before you pour the cereal in to check for chunks because you accidentally drank spoiled milk when you were younger

NEVER has an issue getting you a gift for any occasion. he ALWAYS knows what you’re looking at and what you want and you lowkey think he can read your mind but in reality he just pays attention <3

you’re either just as shy as him to bring out his more assertive side or more assertive than he is to bring out his more timid side – both are good

kisses you on the forehead and holds your hand in public – he loves PDA because he can show you off :’)

yes. he kisses the back of your nape in public. so what. 

YES. HE CLOSES HIS EYES WHEN HE DOES IT AND ACCIDENTALLY INHALES YOUR SCENT AND WHISPERS IN YOUR EAR THAT YOU SMELL GOOD. IDC IF YOU THINK THAT’S CREEPY. IT’S CUTE. YES. HE GIVES YOU THAT LOOK THAT SAYS HE’S CRAZILY IN LOVE WITH YOU. SO WHAT.

kageyama tobio.

he probably fell in love with you because you were just as passionate about something else as he is about volleyball; music, drawing, writing, math, science, reading – whatever

i see this relationship as being one that’s like…accelerated friends. like,,, you act like him and hinata except you kiss sometimes and he can see you at the end of the wedding aisle

DEFINITELY reads cosmopolitans once you start dating because he wants to be a good boyfriend for you <3

PDA is literally little to NONe,,, not because he doesn’t like it…it’s just because he doesn’t realize that he’s not showing you affection lololol

like in one arm he has his athletic duffel bag and the other he has a volleyball

he doesn’t mean to neglect you he just does AGAGAG

realized he liked you when he thought about you when he was drinking his milk and mindlessly bought you one too

the first time y’all kissed. he literally stared at you so intensely for a SOLID ten minutes debating in his head whether or not he should just go for it or wait or just smash his face into yours and hope your lips connect

he chose to cross his fingers and ended up smashing his forehead and nose into yours 

it was cute tho <3

hinata shoyo.

YALL HAVE DATES WHERE YOU BABYSIT HIS SISTER. WTF SO CUTE

when yall cuddle and you’re the little spoon he likes to put his head on your shoulder/between your neck and watch as you scroll through tiktok or instagram and just mindlessly talk about his day 

the type of boyfriend where neither of you can cook and you both confusedly look at recipes on google like: ????? wtf is the difference between brown sugar and regular sugar

it’s his INSTINCT to hold your hand. no matter what. his hand just…gravitates to yous.

AND HIS LIPS JUST FIND YOUR CHEEK??? like it’s so natural to him to kiss your cheek when he sees you, even in public. it’s so adorable i–

THE TYPE OF GUY TO WIPE OFF FOOD FROM THE CORNER OF YOUR MOUTH AND STILL EAT IT AND SAY “you taste good!~” AND NOT EVEN REALIZE WHAT HE SAID. BUT WHEN YOU DO IT TO HIM HE BLOWS A FUSE

he loves to tickle you. like you’ll be vibing, drinking whatever you drink in the morning and he’ll come up to you all casually and kiss you cheek…and then he’ll pounce 

he holds you close to his chest when he tickles you, partally because he likes feeling your laugh vibrate on his chest, and partially because it’s easier to not get tickled if he’s right behind you

his sister LOVes you and it just. makes him so happy

tanaka ryuunosuke.

you CANNOT remove his hand from your ass. it is permanently glued there. it is attached to you. yes, even in public.

number 1 hypeman! he will always support you, no matter what! you could be in a competition to raise the biggest beetle and he’ll be there rooting you on and staying up late with you as you rear your award-winning beetle

you two lay next to each other on the couch/on his bed and he’ll have his arm around you and you’ll lay your head on his chest as you watch netflix shows

YOU, NISHINOYA, AND TANAKA? UNSTOPPABLE TRIO. POWER TRIPLET. 

i don’t imagine him being shy when he first kisses you; the first time he kissed you, you were literally just. existing and he literally just…couldn’t hold it in…and he just went for it

literally CATAPULTS himself into you and kisses you senseless

yes you and saeko are besties she gives you ALL the tea about young tanaka

the type to take off his shirt more during practice if you’re there watching, and literally BURN red if you mention anything about his muscles

you once traced a vein in his arm and commented on how hot it was and he literally short-circuited 

kiss his biceps. kiss his abs. kiss his cheek. please. it’s all he wants. he’s touch-starved

nishinoya yuu.

SUCH an excited boyfriend

like he seriously gets so hype doing ANYTHING with you pleaSE give this man an award. you’ll be at the amusement park and the line to get into a ride will be three hours and he’ll be like

“I get to spend three hours with you?!! fucking sick! absolutely radical!” 

he’s bold in public, but only because he wants to rub you in his teammates faces, but his ears will be Red

at home, he’s calmer :) he just loves to spend time with you, even if you’re sitting on a bench watching him practice receives for five hours straight in the blazing sun. 

he just treasures your time so much, you treats you like a precious gem – he will NEVER treat you wrong. deadass has no problem admitting when he’s wrong – but if he thinks he’s right then he WILL stand his ground

he’s a passionate man, who loves just as passionately.

his favorite time to kiss you is after you’ve taken a sip of a soda because he likes the taste of the syrup and the burn of the carbonation, but most of all because he likes the taste of your lips in combination with all of them

NIPS AT YOUR EAR. DEADASS JUST LOOKS AT YOU BRUSH A PIECE OF HAIR BACK WHEN YOU’RE DOING HOMEWORK AND IS LIKE “free real estate” AND C H O MPS

the day nishinoya told everyone yall were dating, kiyoko stopped you in the hallway and deadass got on her knees and thanked you LITERALLY she was like “i’ll buy you anything. give the word and it’ll be yours.” 

sugawara koushi.

would kiss you on the first date. deadass. he’ll just drop you off at your doorstep and you’re still high on adrenaline, and you’re lowkey hoping he’ll kiss you and you get  little disappointed when he doesn’t and then when you least expect it. bam. his lips on yours

his smell oh god, he literally smells like fresh sugar cookies. it’s like as soon as you get anywhere near him his smell just invades you nose and. you’re powerless. you just wanna hug him

never smells bad. try me, bitch. NEVER.

his hugs are literally god’s gifts. he loves hugging you. he just completely envelopes you with his pretty setter arms and his smell takes up all the space in your head and nothing else exists for that moment, just you two

loves tucking your hair behind your ears or just moving it out of your face; doing homework and your bangs are in the way? not for long because he’ll clip them up for you <3

he’s pretty mischievous and will playfully put his hand next to your head and lean down with such a HOT look in his eyes 

and he’ll say some shit like “i wanna devour you” and then he’ll laugh afterwards and give you a kiss on the forehead and you’re standing there. like -.- o.o -.- o.o

whenever he feels insecure about his position on the team, you’re always there to comfort him and he’ll just lay between your legs and rest his face on your stomach as you comb your fingers through his hair and scroll through tiktok

PDA? yes please. uh huh. mhmm. he doesn’t care who sees his love for you he just wants to love on you baby. kisses you on the lips, no problemo

daichi sawamura.

you and suga are the only ones who can scare him when yall are mad lol

boyfriend where you’ve dated for like a year but it feel like 50 have already passed. in a good way!

this relationship is so ungodly domestic. like from the first day it’s just pure comfort and he’s like your rock and you’re his anchor

you two bicker a lot but it’s lighthearted and you just feel so secure with him that poking fun at him and at yourself is just natural

daichi. gives. god. hugs. he does. it’s fact. 

his arms are just so big and he has so much body warmth and he probably smells like some bullshit cologne like “smoldering woods” and it’s just so. daichi

you two spend the night at each other’s house so often it’s like you already live with each other and people always forget that you don’t lolol

totally sleeps with his shirt off and only with underwear. isn’t awkward about it either;  when he wakes up he puts on sweats but still remains topless (not that you’re complaining)

you two are like. the strict parental couple, when you walk together whether it be down the street or in the hallways, you just look so right for each other it’s. mind blowing

doesn’t mind kissing you a little in public but really thinks that stuff should be for private; so normally he just kisses your temple and always has an arm either around your shoulder or around your waist

WHEN THE TEAM SEES YOU KISS ON THE LIPS THEY GO “EW” EVEN SUGA AND ASAHI AFIEFHEWIF

asahi azumane.

literal fucking teddy bear. god please cuddle him. please kith him. please comb through his hair with your fingers and kiss his nape and kiss the back of his head. please i beg of you.

did NOT ask you out first. he wrote love letter to you and then waiting behind the gym because he thought being near the volleyball gym would give him some luck and them you got in front of him and he was. deer in the headlights

needless to say you asked him out and kissed his cheek. he DIED

even once yall are comfortable in the relationship he still needs reassurance every once in a while because he’s a little insecure, not that you’ll leave him for someone else, but that he’s not good enough

his PDA skill are. subpar. he usually just holds your hand and that’s it, but sometimes kisses the corner of your eye or nose and you just combust

OH RIOGEH TOTALLY DOES BUTTERFLY AND ESKIMO KISSES. YES GOD YESSSSS

when yall cuddle he doesn’t like spooning. he likes to be able to see your face and the expressions you make, so doesn’t like being the little or big spoon; yall face each other and just lets your head lay on his arm even tho it’s numb. im: soft

kisses are so sweet, slow, and hesitant. he doesn’t really kiss you often because he has terrible timing but…when he does it’s like the whole world just becomes still in that moment and nothing matters but his hands on your waist and yours in his hair 

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Can you please write a scenario where Chuuya is very stressed from work and his (S/o) helps him distressed? NSFW tho?

Note: I made (S/o) smaller than him qwq;

NSFW WARNING: 

Chuuya Nakahara

Lately this couple of days has been a nightmare for poor Chuuya. Everything has been so stressful for him that once he was able to get a day off, he wanted to be in (S/o)’s arms, laying on the couch on top of her, with nothing to worry about throughout the rest of the day. However, some dipshit had to ruin his plans to the point where his day off was ripped off from his arms. As mad as he was, he couldn’t let his (S/o) see the anger in his eyes. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and went back to the Port Mafia base. Although he tried to hide his frustration, (S/o) has picked up on every detail from Chuuya. From the fact that he didn’t look into her eyes, he was putting his shoes on angerly, and snatched his hat off of the hat rack. But overall, this fool forgot his lunch that (S/o) had prepared for him while he was getting ready.

A couple of hours has past and the stress was getting worse for wittle  Chuuya. He couldn’t focus on anything anymore. He sat in his office and looked at all of the papers that was scattered in his desk. His attention was caught by a knock on the office door.

”I will throw your ass out of the building if you’re here to give me ANOTHER shit to take care of!” He yelled.

The door slowly opened in which made Chuuya felt very guilty. His (S/o) was holding his lunch that he has forgotten at home.

“…Y-you forgot this.” (S/o) was still shaken about the sudden outburst. She does know Chuuya didn’t mean to yell at her along with the amount of stress he was going through. Chuuya stayed in his seat as he continues to look over the work.

“Just set it up here, please.” He said as he continues to read over whatever was on the sheet.

Although the stress was written on his forehead, (S/o) couldn’t help but have an idea on how to take care of that. She locked the door behind her and walked forward towards his desk. As she placed the food on the coffee table, she continues to walk next to Chuuya.

She builds up the courage to move his arm to which she was now sitting on his lap. Surprisingly, Chuuya didn’t break his focus up until he felt his choker loosen. He looked down and saw his (S/o) holding his chocked and kissing his neck.

“Babe, please. Not now.” He said as he continues to look over the papers. But (S/o) has other plans for him. She slowly slid her hands in his pants and grabbed his member while continuing to kiss and suck on his now bruised neck.

“(S-S/o)! What are you doing!?” He asked as he blushes madly based on her action.

“You need to destress a little, honey. Don’t you think?” She responded to his question by giving him lustful eyes.

Her thumb gently brushes the tip of his member as her kisses moved up to his jawline. He couldn’t take it. The feeling of her fingers wrapped around his member along with the feeling of her thumb brushing the tip of his soon-to-be hard member. He had an opportunity to spend his day with her and someone took it from him. Someone was very selfish to give him more work rather than to give him a brake. He wasn’t going to stand this any longer.

He finally gave in.

He picked his (S/o) up and carried her to one of the couches. As he unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants and boxers, (S/o) lowered her bottom clothing and panties as well. She laid her head on the arm rest of the couch as Chuuya rammed his member on her with no patients. He continued to give her a rough thrust as (S/o) moans. Although she wasn’t going to walk for a couple of days because of this, it was all worth it. As each thrusts went on, the sound of their skin hitting was the only sound echoing the Mafioso’s office along with their moaning and grunting. Chuuya lean forward to where his chin rested against (S/o)’s shoulder as he continues to thrust in her rear end. His hands tightly grasp onto her waists as he continues to give themselves the pleasure they needed.

Chuuya felt a knot in his stomach which gave him the signal that this was all coming to an end. He warned his (S/o) before releasing his warm seeds inside. Panting was the new sound that was echoing the room as Chuuya released himself from her. He continues to hold her as she rested against him. Her back resting against his chest that was rising and falling heavily.

“I’m so glad you came over and helped me out. I really needed this.” Chuuya said as he peppers (S/o)’s exposed shoulder with kisses.

That was until a knock on the door interrupted the two from one of Chuuya’s fellow subordinates.

“Shit!” (S/o) whispers as she fixes herself along side with Chuuya who quickly got up and did the same.

Embarrassment grew on the two of them, wondering if this individual who was standing outside the room had heard them and their heated session. Once the two of them were fully dressed as if nothing happened, Chuuya lead (S/o) to the desk and hid her under there before opening the door to see who it was.

“I’m very sorry to bother you Sir, but there has been a couple of new information that has come forward for you to look through.”  The subordinate handed Chuuya the papers in which he pinched the bridge of his nose and released a frustrated sigh.

“Fine. I’ll look into it after I’m done with these few paper work.” He pointed at the stack that was scattered around his desk as he took the papers from the subordinate.

As the door closes, it was the signal for (S/o) to get out from under the desk. She walked towards him and hugged him from behind as he skimmed through some pages to see what he’ll be dealing with later on.

“I’m so sorry you have to work so much, my love.” (S/o) rested her head on his back, but it didn’t last as he adjusted his position to where he was now facing her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, babe.” He responded as he let go and walked to his desk. “It’s going to take a whole damn day to get through all of this shit.”

“Well then, I don’t want to distract you any longer. I’ll see you later tonight.” (S/o) gave Chuuya a quick kiss on the lips before heading towards the doors.

“Thank you for that destressing session.” He smirks at her while she rolled her eyes, closing the door behind.

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It was already one in the morning and Chuuya finally made it home after a long day from work. The good thing about the end of the day was Mori giving him a day off from overworking the poor man due to that dipshit that ruined it at the beginning. He finally changed out of his work clothes and flopped on the bed on top of his now awaked darling.

“You’re here!” (S/o) hugged his torso as he tries to keep his eyes awake to see her.

“ya, ya…I’m here…”  He yawned as his eyelid grew heavy.

His head rested on top of (S/o)’s chest as she wrapped one arm above his torso and the other slowly messages his scalp.

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P R E F E R E N C E #4 - U N P R E T T Y

A K U T A G A W A

“You can’t just keep running away from me.” You would finally break the deafening silence, your hand grasping onto his wrist preventing him from walking away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Akutagawa would argue stubbornly, ripping his hand away from you. “This. This is exactly what I’m talking about. The second things get uncomfortable, you leave me. You leave me here to worry, to fret, to make myself sick over whether or not you’re safe.” Towards the end of your statement, your voice would grow thick with emotion, the tears betraying you as they rushed to the surface of your eyes. You didn’t like arguing with him. You didn’t like spending your limited time being upset with one another, but this was necessary. Communication was necessary. “I’m going crazy, Aku. Just please. Please let me in and then maybe I could understand, maybe I could help. I just feel like you’re holding me captive here,” Akutagawa would let out a dark, humorless snort as he would turn around to stare at you menacingly. “Captive? Prisoner? Worry? What you don’t understand is that I’m trying to keep you safe. There is a big fat target on my back at all times, Y/N. And because you’re stupid enough to associate with me, that means there’s one on your back as well. Do you have any idea how much I worry about you? How often I rack my brain trying to assure that your safety comes first?” His words were laced with desperation, his hard exterior crumbling before your eyes as you watched him deteriorate. This was the first time he had really let his guard down to tell you all this. “Aku, I can take care of myself—“

“I don’t think you understand that you are my life now, Y/N. I will protect you at all costs. I will do whatever it takes. You-You don’t see the monsters I see everyday, you don’t know of how ugly this world really is. The only reason why I know is because I am the ugly and the evil.” Dropping his head in his hands, your mouth would drop. How could he say that about himself? “You are not ugly and evil. You’re good. Your heart is warm, and your soul is pure. You’ve just been through a lot and have some wounds to heal and that’s why I’m here.” Lifting his chin with your thumb and forefinger, you would be surprised by the tears that trickled down his cheeks. “I just wish you knew how much you mean to me. I’m not doing all of this to make you feel imprisoned, I’m just trying to protect you.” He would sniffle, tortured eyes locking on your own. “I know you are. I’m sorry for getting upset with you. I just need an explanation as to why all of this is necessary, Aku, you understand, correct?” You would ask, watching as he nodded his head slowly. “I just don’t want to lose you.” He would whisper softly, his eyes darting away from yours that were filled with compassion and understand that he just felt he didn’t deserve. “You’re never gonna lose me.” Were your last words before you pressed your lips to his, electricity radiating through both of your body’s.

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D A Z A I

“I can see so much going on in that head of yours.” You would smooth the wrinkles between his furrowed brows, your fingertips gently tracing down his face. “And yet, you continue to selfishly keep me out. Quit leaving me in the dark, Dazai. Please let me know the real you.” Your pleading words would cause him to wince, his eyes clamping shut in pain. You wanted to know the real him, but were you prepared? Prepared to know who he really was? Prepared to know what he’d done? Prepared to know that he himself was a killer? “There are things that are better unheard and unsaid sometimes.” Turning back to his desk, his face white as a ghost, you would stare at him first in shock then with anger. “You know what? Enough.” Slamming his laptop closed and pushing the papers off the desk in a blinding rage, you would swing his chair around so that he was forced to look at you. “I’ve had enough. I’ve had enough of not being able to help you. Enough of watching the pain in your eyes knowing there’s not a damn thing I can do to help you recover from the things that you have seen. I want to help you. I don’t care if you think I’ll see you differently, I don’t care if you expose me to something that you don’t think I’m prepared for, all I care about is you and you alone. And I’m exhausted of trying to read between the lines. I’m not Rampo, Dazai. You need to free yourself at once and tell me before it’s too late because I swear to god if I have to be the one that buries you six feet under, I’m going to piss on your grave.” These were words he had never knew you were capable of saying, the harshness intertwined with the urgency showing him that you were no longer going to endure being left in the dark. It was words he never wanted to hear, but words he needed to. Words to know that you meant business for once and for all. Dropping before you to his knees, he would clutch your slacks with his fists, tears racking through his body as he hid his face in your knees. “D-Dazai...”You would say in surprise never seeing him before in this state. Hands finding your way to his head, your fingers would stroke through his shaggy locks desperately trying to calm him but it wouldn’t let out. Soon, you would join him on the ground where he would tell you his story without breaking eye contact the entire time, fearful the moment he looked away you would have time to perceive him as the monster he knew he was. “You are a different person now, my love. Nothing will ever change what you mean to me. Your heart is pure.” You would utter, pulling him to your chest as you comforted his tortured soul. It was not too often Dazai allowed you to coddle him as he always enjoyed the feeling of coddling you, but this time he was too tired to fight it. Relaxing into your arms, he would let out a sigh, his eyes closing as he drank in your sweet aroma. “Don’t ever leave me Y/F/N. I really think my reason to exist would cease completely the day you were to walk away.” Pressing his head against your heart, he would sigh peacefully at the soft thuds, thankful he had you in his life. “I will never leave, Osamu Dazai. Not ever.”

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C H U U Y A

“What is wrong with you?” His words would be calm, though it would be blatantly obvious that a storm was brewing behind his words, the anger building with each syllable. “You always asks me what’s wrong, what’s going on, if I’m okay when you should really be asking yourself that. What’s wrong with you, Y/N? Are you really so mentally unhinged that you would really allow yourself to stay with someone who’s main purpose in life is to serve the Port Mafia to kill and to be a weapon? Do you really even hear yourself sometimes?” His words were cruel, his temper unyielding as he stared spitefully back at you hoping to warrant some kind of reaction. Much to his dismay, however, you would simply just stand there, staring back at him blankly. “Are you even listening to me? Y/N, I don’t understand how someone as intelligent as you could really choose to be so stupid. I am one of the most powerful people in this affiliation and with power comes danger, yet you stick around. You’re so idiotic and naive,” You could hear the desperation in his voice as you continued to stare at him, your eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “That is quite enough, Chuuya.” Taking a step towards him, he would gulp at the calmness in your eyes. How were you not even flinching at his words? “You may frighten everyone else, but you don’t for a second frighten me. I know who you are. I know what I was signing up for the moment I fell in love with you and learned the truth. I am not stupid. I am not dumb. I am not idiotic. I am not naive. Which is why I can see what you’re doing: you’re trying to push me away because YOU are the one that is scared. But you have met your match, Chuuya-San. Because I am just as stubborn as you and I will never allow you to push me away. So, do your worse. Hurt me. Tear me apart. Damage me. You won’t do anything to make me leave you; to make me love you less.” He would stare at you, mouth parted in horror, eyes scintillating with complete fear. Very few had ever been willing to stand up to him like this; to put him in his place with little difficulty. Among these people you were the least intimidating and yet, he had never once felt the need to relinquish so much in his life. He had messed with the wrong person. “Y/N, I—“ He would choke before taking a step toward you, his face unreadable to most. You, however, could see the desperation hiding under those cold features. He didn’t mean it, of course he didn’t. He was only scared, you knew this. He needed you, arguably more than you needed him. Approaching him, you would grab his head and crush it to your chest giving him a tight, sincere embrace. Body melting into you, Chuuya would fight the tears that brimmed to your eyes. You were thankful he couldn’t see yours. “I’m sorry, Y/F/N. I don’t deserve you.” He would utter, lifting his head to meet your own wet eyes. Kissing away your rolling tears, he would pause as you began to shake your head. “That’s when we get into trouble, Chuuya. Can’t you just understand that we deserve each other? That we’re both lucky to love one another?” This would make him smile, as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “We are very fortunate, indeed.”



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P R E F E R E N C E # 13 - P I L L O W T A L K

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A K U T U G A W A

“Aku, can I ask you a legitimate question?” You would inquire timidly, your voice meek and frail. “Of course.” He would murmur in response, the softness in his voice filling the suppressed silence in the room. Although the room had been swallowed in an impregnable, numbing darkness, both you and Akutugawa would lie awake, your bodies entwined in an intricate tangle. Furthermore, you had given up on sleeping hours ago, your conversation seemingly never ending. “Do you really love me? Do you really see a future with us?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, your cheeks turning crimson. You were thankful for the darkness in the room, for it hid your abashed facial expression. You knew you shouldn’t be asking this question. Out of the multitude of times he had reassured you that he loved you, you knew all too well that you were completely ridiculous for asking, and yet you still did. Why couldn’t you grasp the concept? Why couldn’t you just realize o that he really, truly did love you? “Y/N.” Aku would finally sigh, his voice disapproving yet understanding. He knew your struggles. He knew you all too well. And where he was far from perfect, he loved you greatly. And, quite frankly, since he met you he had became a better person and that’s all he ever wanted to do. You deserved nothing but the best. Constricting his arms tighter around your body, Aku would kiss your head for a few lingering moments. “If there is no you, there is no me. I plan to spend the end of my days with you. There is simply no other way. I love you more than I’ll ever be able to show you.” A ragged gasp would slip from your lips, your eyes slipping closed in elation. “Thank you.” You would breathe, your head nuzzling against the crook of his neck, relief trickling through your veins. “And I know you are probably feeling guilty because you asked, but please know I’ll tell you I’ll love you a million times if I have to. My heart is yours and yours only.” Finding your lips somewhere in the dark, he would silence your racing thoughts with a tender kiss to your lips. These late nights were nights you cherished the most.

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D A Z A I

Your body would involuntarily launch forward, your breathing shallow, your body covered in a sheen layer of sweat. You could feel your heart slamming against your ribs, yours hands clawing at your chest desperate for any relief you could find. “Shhh, it was just another nightmare, love. You’re safe.” Jumping as two arms pulled you back, you would remain tense even after Dazai would reach over and turn on the bedside lamp. Even though the light made things a little less alarming, you would still struggle to come back down to reality, your pounding heart being a reminder of that. “Breathe with me.” Grasping his hand in yours, Dazai would inhale slowly then exhale encouraging you to calm yourself. Where it was difficult to get you to breath, it was not impossible and Dazai was patient as he completed the breathing exercises with you. This was something you always loved about him; he never gave up on you. “It’s that damn green snake.” You would mutter, sitting up as you rubbed your temples. “Green snake?” Dazai would inquire sitting up with you as he rubbed your shoulders from behind. “Yeah. When I was younger and I was under a great deal of stress, I would have a dream that a never ending green snake would be slithering under my porch. I use to scare the crud out of my family screaming every night about it. Good to know I can carry on the good legend by scaring the bejesus out of my boyfriend.” Chuckling humorlessly, you would shake your head pinching the space between your eyes. Great. Why had you just told him this? Little did you know that Dazai was smirking behind you, his heart swelling with adoration. “Belladonna, I’m not entirely sure if this is coincidental or not, but I actually use to be a snake slayer of the green variety.” Grabbing a pillow you would turn to face him, smacking him gently in the face with it as you rolled your eyes.

“Shut up.”

“It’s true. I, Osamu Dazai, use to pride myself in being Yokohama’s number one green snake slayer. Which means, as of right now, you are with the safest person you could possibly be with.” Pulling you into a bone crushing hug, you wouldn’t be able to stifle your giggle as his lips pressed against the crown of your head. You wanted to be mad at him for mocking you, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to. Why did he have to be so damn charming? “But in all reality, Y/N. I will always protect you nightmare or reality. And when you lay your head over my heart to fall asleep every night, I hope you know that it beats for you and you only. These nightmares may be temporary, but know that my protectiveness over you is eternal.” Stroking your hair softly, your heart would slow back down to a steady pace, your breathing evening out. You knew all of this to be true, but hearing it would bring you the smallest shred of relief. How did Dazai somehow manage to make everything better?

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C H U U Y A

“I know I come off as confident, I know I am powerful, but sometimes I truthfully feel a little insecure.” His words would be slow, his hand lazily stroking through your tangled locks. “Chuuya.” You would muse, your chest tight as you rested your chin on his bare chest, your eyes sad. Chuuya had never displayed this side of himself to you. Perhaps his mind was still hazy from the raging intercourse you had just engaged in, perhaps he was finally allowing his guard to tumble down around him. Either way, you were enjoying this side of him. Even if it did make you sad. “Chuuya. You are so handsome, truly debonair.” Raising your hand to run your fingertips down his cheek, he would twist his mouth in chagrin, his eyes wondering anywhere but your own. “Don’t be embarrassed. You know you are allowed to feel insecure, right?” Finally locking eyes with you, he would reach his own hand to run through your bangs, his eyes soft and gentle. “Y’know, it’s this misconception among genders that men aren’t allowed to feel insecure. That men are expected to lift their girl up and to be strong at all times. I’m telling you right now that that’s horse shit. Chuuya, you have every single right to feel this way and to embrace it. In fact, I want you to talk to me about it. I want to lift you up the same way you lift me up,” Propping himself up on his elbows, he would stare wide eyed at you struggling for the right words to say. Furthermore, he had never in a life had someone tell him this. His whole life, he was expected to be strong and dependable. His whole life, he was expected to be a leader before he could even fully grasp his powers himself. Never had he let his guard down this way, and had someone tell him that it was okay to be soft. Where it was something he didn’t want to get himself in the habit of feeling, it felt nice to know that his thoughts were safe with you. “You are amazing, you know that? I mean, seriously, Y/N.” Sitting up completely he would ogle at you, his eyes sparkling with wonder. “And you are beautiful. And intelligent. And strong. Everything about you. Those eyes, that nose, that smile, all of you. It is all perfect.” Giving you a chaste kiss on the lips, your eyes would widen before closing slowly, melting into the passionate kiss. “Just don’t forget who’s the boss after you’re done showering me with compliments.” Chuuya would joke, his laughter gentle. “Oh, hush, you gorgeous, ravishing man.”

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A T S U S H I

His careful eyes would drink in your every move. Trembling as the rain began to pour harder against the windows, jumping at the smallest rumbles of thunder, wincing whenever the lightening strike was particularly bright; you were afraid. Very afraid. It was odd, seeing you in this light. It was odd seeing you trying to conceal your feelings when typically you were an open book. Were you embarrassed? Perhaps, you didn’t want Atsushi to know. Perhaps, you didn’t normally tell people this, but honestly did you really think he’d care? “Atsushi, you’re so deep in thought.” You would muse, poking at his cheek playfully. “I can always tell when you’re thinking hard because you furrow your eyebrows and you purse your lips.” Brushing your fingertips over his lips, you would smile up at him as he nuzzled his nose against yours giving you an Eskimo kiss. “I was just thinking the same thing about you, Y/N.” Atsushi would say a little sheepishly, taking in your baffled expression carefully. “You don’t like storms do you?” Punctuating his inquiry perfectly, a loud crack of thunder would send you trembling under his arm, clutching onto him tighter than you were before. “I guess I’m busted.” You would sigh, looking up at him with red cheeks. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about, you know that, right? Your feelings are understandable, storms can be destructive and alarming.” Stroking his fingers through your hair with one hand, he would rub circles into your back with the other knowing that this was what typically calmed you down when you were anxious. “I know I don’t have the ability to control the elements, but I do have the ability to make you feel safe and I will always make sure I’m doing everything I can to make sure that you feel safe whenever you’re with me. I promise you that.” Kissing the top of your head, you would bury yourself deep in his chest settling into his warm embrace. “As long as your arms are around me, Atsushi, I will always feel safe.”

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P R E F E R E N C E 1 2 - S C H O O L S T R E S S.

C H U U Y A

“Sometimes...Sometimes I just want to quit.” You would admit, tears welling in your eyes as you focused your attention to your fiddling fingers in your lap. “I-I want to succeed. I want this degree. I want to accomplish my goals. It’s just—it’s really hard.” The tears gushed down your cheeks miserably, your voice beginning to tremble ever so slightly. “I just don’t think I’m good enough, Chuuya.” Finally allowing the pent up emotions to release, you would feel your chest become overwhelmingly heavy with realization. You weren’t good enough. You weren’t cut out to fulfill your dream career. You were never meant to succeed even from the beginning. You were a failure. “Y/N, look at me.” Chuuya would murmur, his voice so soft and gentle you couldn’t deny such kindness and benignity. “My sweet, beautiful Y/N.” His eyes would study you diligently, his hands gripping underneath you to move you promptly to his lap. “You are the most capable person I have ever met. And I know you well enough to know that you are far too stubborn to get this far just to give up.” Your mouth twisted in chagrin as your eyes darted away from his making him chuckle. “Plus, Y/N, I wouldn’t allow you to quit even if you tried, you wanna know why? Because I know your potential, I know your drive, I know how hard you work and what you’ve faced thus far. I know you can do this, Y/N.” Nose skimming against yours, Chuuya would press a gentle kiss to your lips smiling as you sucked in a small gasp at his actions. The affect that Chuuya had on you never failed to humor him. Pulling away to press his forehead against yours, he would breathe out your full name, his voice nearly silent to the human ear. “You will get through this. WE will get through this.” Sighing at his words, your eyes would slip closed a small sigh emerging from your mouth. “Do you promise, Chuuya?” Lifting your chin with his index finger, he would force you to look him in the eye, the sincerity scolding hot in his orbs. “I promise. Now, let’s see what we’re dealing with.” Reaching to where you were sitting previously, Chuuya would open the textbook, his eyes intently scanning the table of contents as he held the book out so both of you could see. A smile would work your way to your lips as you told him where to go, knowing that what you thought was impossible was possible as long as you had Chuuya by your side.

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D A Z A I

“How was your test?” Dazai would ask casually, his voice sincere with curiosity. You knew Dazai was not trying to be spiteful. You knew Dazai was just genuinely inquisitive. You knew that Dazai was unaware of your struggles in the subject. You knew that Dazai was uninformed on how you had spent the previous night sobbing and scrambling because you were so unprepared for this test. And yet, the moment he asked this question, you could not control the tears that poured over your cheeks, your frame beginning to tremble. “Hey! Hey, hey, hey.” Dazai would murmur, instantly pulling the car over, slamming it in park. “What’s wrong?” He would ask, prying your hands from your face with little to none difficulty. “Talk to me, Y/N. What’s going on?” His voice gentle, his eyes yearning to know why his belladonna was so clearly devastated. “I-I-I failed. I failed that test. I’ve been struggling for months, barely keeping myself from drowning, but I’m fairly certain that I just failed. And I’ve worked so hard, so very hard, and I don’t want to lose my scholarship, I-“ You refused to finish your statement, your eyes shutting close, your teeth clenching. It was too much. Too much to think about, too much to acknowledge, too much to bear. You had been working so hard. So, very hard. “My dear, sweet Y/N.” Dazai would tut, his hand cupping your cheek, his eyes examining your distressed features. He hated the stress that wore heavy in your eyes, he hated the strain in your voice as you struggled to utter the words, but most of all he hated how unfair it was that someone who worked as hard as you had failed. You didn’t deserve it. “Come here.” Pulling you into a hug, Dazai would run his fingers through your tangled hair, his lips pressing to the crown of your head. “Why didn’t you ask me for help? I could have helped you.” He whispered, keeping his grasp strong around you as you soaked his shirt in your tears. “I don’t know, I was embarrassed. I felt so stupid for struggling the way that I did and you are already so very busy.” You explained, pulling away from him as you brushed your tears away with the back of your hand, your face now swollen and tumfield. Although you were evidently a disaster, you were the most beautiful disaster to Dazai. “Next time around, and there will be a next time, I am going to help you. One, because you deserve to succeed. Two, because I will never judge you especially if it is because of a silly school subject. And three, because I love you very much and I will ALWAYS have time for you. No matter what, Y/N, you come first.” Bopping you on the nose, you would giggle making Dazai’s heart falter before becoming rapid and full with life. “There’s that ravishing smile I love so much,” He would coo, reaching to nuzzle his nose against yours.

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A K U T A G A W A

It was late when he arrived home. After a long day of fullfilling the mafia’s most deadly orders, he was lucky he even got home at the time he did. Nevertheless, it was late and he was certain you would have already slipped into a peaceful slumber. Which is why complexion colored his features when he heard music playing from your office, the raps of the keyboard thudding ever so slightly beneath your fingers. Schoolwork. It had been keeping you up for days. Endless amounts of coffee, late nights followed by early mornings, piles and piles of papers constantly surrounding you in a force feild-you were swamped. And Aku was completely over watching your health detiorate before his eyes because of it. This was going to end, and it was going to end now. Furthermore, his patience had grown alarmingly thin. Walking swiftly into the room, Aku would wordlessly walk up to your desk and close your laptop nearly pinching your fingers. “Aku-“ You would scold, gasping when he would close the textbook beside you, his hand reaching for your coffee and dumping it in the plant you had just recently placed on the corner of your desk. “What in the hell do you think you are doing?!” You would shout, jumping to your feet as your eyes scanned over your boyfriend frantically. Had he completely lost his mind? His expression was unreadable, his eyes seemingly cold as he ignored you, reaching over you to turn off your lamp making the dimly lit room completely dark. “Akutagawa, I demand you to stop I have school work to do-“ A squeak emitted from your mouth when Aku lifted you from the ground, carrying you from the office against your will. Flailing and trying to flee, you would fight against his grasp the entire way to the bedroom, pouting when he placed you on the middle of your shared bed. “It’s four in the morning. School work is secondary, your health is priority. At least it should be,” He would mutter, shrugging out of his coat and hanging it up in the closet. When he turned on his heel, he was gobsmacked to see you making a beeline from the bedroom back to the office. Chasing after you, he would grab you from behind lifting you and carrying you back to the bedroom. “Y/N, I said enough.” He would state curtly, glaring at you as he set you to your feet. “YOU DON’T GET IT! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, I HAVE TO GET THIS DONE OR I WILL FAIL!” You explode, tears springing from your eyes as you began to emit short ragged gasps. Staring at you in complete horror, Aku would freeze as he watched you unravel. He knew you had been stressed, but he wasn’t expecting this. “I’ve never been more stressed in my life.” You would choke, collapsing into Aku’s arms as you grabbed his shirt in your fists. “I-I’m so tired, but there is so much I need to do, I-I can’t breathe.” Rubbing small circles into your back, Aku would sigh, resting his cheek against the crown of your head. How had he not known it had gotten this out of hand? Staying silent, Aku would grab your shoulders guiding you to the bed as he wordlessly tucked back the comforter, inviting you in. Crawling into the thick duvet, you would cling to Aku like a life line as you tried to control your breathing. Eventually, however, you would grow tired and very comfortable against his grasp. “You’re going to get through this Y/N-Chan. You’re the smartest person I know.” Aku would murmur into your hair when he felt you breathing steady. Little did he know that you stayed awake, smile painted on your lips knowing that he was always looking out for you.

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A/N: I don’t really know why I get carried away writing Aku’s portion, I guess I just subconsciously stan him 🤷🏼‍♀️

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THIS IS JUST *chef’s kiss* PERFECT AAAAA i’m so glad they did my request i love this so much i almost cried because it’s well written🥺