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[drabblesanddreamsold]

hi! i saw the part 2 for ‘Enemy Lines’ but i cant find part 1 : ( is it okay for you to provide the link? thank you 💞

Hi! Yes ofc the link is “ https://drabblesanddreams.tumblr.com/post/187364488085/old-life-new-world-chuuya-nakahara-x-reader “ it just goes by a diff name for the first chapter so sorry about that!

[madlymiho]

Hey hey! It's Emmy, can I have some fluffy Luffy headcannons? Thank you!

Hey Emmy!! Awwwww the rubber boyfriend! Kinda cute to have him around for fluffy headcanons! 💙

I wrote it like it was general but also in a relationship since I wasn't sure if you wanted to add a s/o in there 🤔

Luffy :

• Luffy is, as you may know, someone really curious. It's in his nature, and he tends to have some very cute behaviors about it. For example, when you're reading a book, you better be sure that after a moment, he puts his head on your lap and asks you to read out loud because he's curious to know the story and would ask about everything in there, until you stop reading because you need to debate all night long

• Yes, Luffy genuinely cares about everything, despite his lack of good manners sometimes. He wants to try everything, to learn from everyone, and he appreciates to spend time with all the members of the Straw Hat to learn more about their passion, coming here and there on the ship, watching what everyone is doing with curious eyes

• If you have the sensation that Luffy doesn't pay attention in general, you're all wrong about it. Suddenly in the middle of a conversation with a stranger, he's able to pull out from his memory a particular skill of you, or anyone, and brag about it like "yeah okay, but Name can do that too, and they are better and it's cooler, so suck it!"

• He's a serial cuddler, and always finds the perfect occasion to share some comfy hugs with anyone. It's easy, he just needs to extend his arms to grab you, and bam, in a second, you're having a warm rubber boy who grins and chuckles as he pats your head, until you actually feel like... wow, it was more than needed?

• Luffy has also this inner instinct which tells him when something is wrong with someone of his crew, and usually, he comes to see them, and immediately finds the proper words to reassure them. He doesn't even notice that he's doing it, it works like something coming from his guts, and you always feel protected and understood with him, your heart swelling with this awesome sensation of being at home around him

• Sometimes, when he wants to nap, his body automatically reaches for something to hold, and most of the time, he ends up snoring near someone, even if this person doesn't really want to be glued to him as he's drooling hard, dreaming of meat and fests

• Okay, he's certainly not the best about it, but Luffy also likes to bring homemade presents to everyone. It's like a kid coming back from the beach, offering seashells or coral to their parent... He simply loves to see this little spark of light in your eyes, and it's enough for him to feel happy, even if the gift is... particular or ugly as hell? It's cute

• Luffy adores when people talk about themselves and their stories, and even if it's the hundred times they tell it, he asks about all the details, the timeline, the events over and over again, his eyes like two gigantic balls of curiosity, as he's nothing but profoundly interested by whatever they have to say... He just loves to share those moments

• Finally, even if he doesn't seem enthusiast about the idea to share his food, if he's stuck somewhere with a little bit of supplies there, and the person who escorts him is starving... He would leave them everything to eat, not even caring about his own painful empty stomach. When it comes to survival, he always saves the other one

[pumpkin-patch-imagines]

I adore him

[dazaaaaaaaai]

Hi! For the fluff alphabet, W and Y with Chuuya please? Congratulations for the 200, you deserve it!🤗

Thank you so much!

Chuuya

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He loves shopping with his s/o! Whether it’s for clothes or just groceries, he enjoys it. He likes to chat with his partner about everyday things during shopping, and he likes to ask them for advice about a new hat that he wants but does not need at all. He also likes to buy things for his s/o. Spending money is calming in a way to Chuuya, and spending money on his s/o makes him feel happy too, especially when he notices the smile of appreciation on his partner’s face. Although he loves spending a fortune on his partner, he will try his best not to overdo it! He doesn’t want his partner to feel uncomfortable.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

It depends. Why is Chuuya missing his partner? Is he away for work for a long time? If he is, he’ll make sure to call his partner every day. As time goes by the phone calls will be longer. His partner can also expect more and more messages from Chuuya during the day. Simple messages like ‘’How’s your day so far?’’ or pictures of things that remind him of his partner. Chuuya longs to be with his partner again, but he also takes his work seriously and he has to finish it first.

If something else is going on, something more serious, Chuuya will cope very differently. For example, If he had a serious falling out with his partner, if he and his partner broke up or if his partner died or something, Chuuya would not take it well. He will choose to ignore the strong feeling of longing rather than confronting it, and trying to maybe eventually overcome it. He just keeps distracting himself with work, taking on job after job, until he’s too exhausted to do anything anymore and he can just drift off to a deep, dreamless sleep. Alcohol is also an option for Chuuya, getting drunk helps him forget about all his worries for a while, but he ends up feeling very miserable when he sobers up.

[drabblesanddreamsold]

Enemy lines- part 2 Chuuya x reader

Part 2 commissioned for the lovely @moonlittxger!

If you would like a comission ill have my guidelines posted soon :)

“Wait,” you huffed in between breaths, clearly out of energy as you struggled to keep up with your fellow mafia-friends, “Why are we doing this alliance again?” you asked, staggering to a stop as your newly made friend Junichiro stopped as well.

He spared you a glance, clearly annoyed with your repetitive and bothersome questions. Hey, it really wasn’t your fault. You were still trying to adapt to this new lifestyle after six months, there were parts of this world that were still… hard to get used to if you will.

Your special abilities , on the one hand, were the most difficult thing to get used to. Your wings paired with your slight regenerative ability threw you off your moral-balance, one routine that could never be the same ever again.

“Because weirdly enough there’s been another god damn threat in the city again,” he rolled his eyes before shoving his hands in his pockets as he carefully eyed the city square the both of you were in, “That’s gotta be like the third time this month I swear,” he mumbled, eyes twitching.

Your lips twitched upwards in a smile, clearly amused at your fellow friend’s irritation. Even though you hadn’t met any of them personally, you were quite eager and a tad nervous to meet the members of the Armed Detective Agency; so very veered in the eyes of the public of Yokohoma.  

While the Port-Mafia guarded the city in the depths of the nighttime, the Armed detective agency was more tasked with crime in the daylight.

“What the fuck are you two doing standing around like idiots?” at the sudden insult, both you and Junichiro turned around to see Chuuya flanked with members of the Mafia.

Scowling, you tried to ignore the heavy pounding that was occurring in your heart every time you saw Chuuya. Over the last three months, the both of you had become closer, weirdly enough though you did still throw insults at each other.

“What do you mean ‘standing around’? We’ve been waiting for everyone else to show up but you guys are literally so late.” You defended yourself, crossing your arms over your chest in protest to his accusing remarks.

Junichiro agreed, and shouted a few insults to the already hot-tempered ginger which honestly was probably not a good choice on his part.

After all, having two ginger hot-headed fighters go for each other's necks would only end in pure chaos, and most likely war.

But before the two could actually start throwing hands, you saw a group- Port-Mafia, alongside Mori-san who was leading said group. When they arrived, you averted your gaze from Mori’s cold, calculating gaze. He never failed to make you nervous.

The two orange-haired boys finally shut the hell up, much to your relief and the three of you went to go stand alongside other members of the mafia.

Once you made your way to stand beside some unassuming fighter, you sighed and gazed into the distance of the park, hoping for any sign that the armed detective agency was on their way.

You nimbly checked your watch, seeing that they were just a few minutes late so far. When you raised your head, you were surprised to see a small group of interesting-looking characters walk towards you.

When they finally reached a few metres in front of your group, they stopped in their tracks. You were surprised, they only had three people on their side compared to the big group on yours.

Well…they certainly had style. The leader was tall, with a stern expression as his metallic blue eyes were fixed on Mori’s figure. He had long silver hair that ended just above his shoulders and donned a green yukata under what seemed to be a black haori.

The person flanked to his left was another tall man, with golden hair caught into a ponytail and silver-rimmed glasses that he pushed up his nose. He was wearing a beige vest with pants in the same colour. He didn’t look at all impressed with the situation which was a reaction that you couldn’t really argue with.

Then, on what was on the leader’s right was another tall man. He had curly and messy brown hair that fell over his forehead delicately. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his trench coat and it seemed like he to was wearing a vest underneath that jacket? Although you couldn’t really tell. He looked at your group with a smirk, as if they were all beneath him.

So, you thought, this must be the one that Chuuya liked to rant about daily.  He caught your stare almost immediately and sent you a smirk, to which your eyes widened. You felt your cheeks heat up immediately and you dropped your gaze to the ground.

Mori opened his mouth, no doubt to let out a greeting- or in his case, something purely scalding so that he may get on the armed detective agency’s nerves.

But before he could say anything, a loud explosion suddenly went off.

You were startled, for starters, as you felt the hot wind blow across your face as suddenly the park was filled with smoke and debris. You no doubt would’ve been blown away if it wasn’t for the sudden pull of the back of your shirt. You yelped as you were yanked back.

Once the smoke cleared, it seemed like everyone was scattered as you heard an explosion go off some four hundred metres down the street that led into the city.

You gingerly opened your eyes, turning around to catch Chuuya’s eyes as he stared at the mess in front of you.

“The enemy is here,” he simply retorted as he narrowed his eyes, scanning the area for danger.

“What?” you said panicking, eyes wide, “Like here? Like now?”

“Yes, like here like now!” he hissed and you felt your own face pull into a scowl as you shook his grip off of you.

“I wouldn’t yell at the pretty lady, Chuuya, after all, it’s a fair question”

Both of you turned your head to the right only to see the brunet from before.

Chuuya groaned, tilting his head back in frustration, “Shitty Dazai…” he muttered, before looking at the man whose name you now knew as Dazai, “Stay away from her, ya hear?!”

Before Dazai could say something back, something, or better yet, someone interrupted the both of you.

“Hmm, it seems like my plan did not go according to what I had in mind,”

The three of you snapped your head forwards to see a hooded figure, with his hands in his pockets.

Almost at the same time, the three of you armed yourselves. Dazai took his hands out of his pockets while both you and Chuuya activated your abilities.

You felt the familiar rush go up your spine as you felt the extension of your butterfly wings sprout into existence.

“Hm. Butterfly wings?” Dazai remarked, russet eyes taking in the structure of your wings. You felt almost naked under his pointed stare, a gaze that seemed to strip away the layers of your existence almost immediately.

“A rare ability like this would do wonderfully at the ADA, miss,” he said, eyes twinkling with mischief as his eyes as he reached forwards for both of your hands.

“Uhm no thanks,” you half-heartedly said, pulling your hands away as your eyes were already on Chuuya’s figure who was fuming already at Dazai’s comment.

“Hm, I see,” Dazai narrowed his eyes as he followed your gaze before you were interrupted once more.

“You’re right, a rare ability like that would be simply…fantastic to have.” You tensed at the hooded figure’s words. Chuuya moved protectively in front of you, “It’s simply something I ought to have in my possession,” the enemy cocked his head, “You understand, don’t you? The meaning of wanting, (Y/N)”

You couldn’t help the shiver that ran through your body at the use of your name.

“Shut the fuck up already!” Chuuya growled before sprinting forward and activating his gravity so that he could land a gravity-heavy induced kick to the man.

To all of your surprise, the kick seemed to dissipate through the man and you watched as Chuuya go literally through the enemy.

“What the hell?” you exclaimed, exchanging glances with Dazai.

Suddenly, the man appeared between you and Dazai and the both of you jumped away.

“We don’t have to fight, it's simple really,” he stated before turning to you, “You have something I need and I have something you need,”

“I purely doubt it,” you snorted, using your wings to propel you off the ground so that you could land a punch on the man. However, your figure passed through him like smoke and you gasped as you roughly hit the ground.

On instinct, your wings curled around your figure, and through hazy cerulean wings, you could see the enemy leap towards you.

Thankfully, Chuuya managed to use his gravity to get to you in time so that he could pull you away, you yelped as an explosion went off, propelling the both of you backwards.

You winced, opening one eye as you felt the hard, structured body of Chuuya behind you. You rolled off of him and the both of you got up. You could feel the small burns on your body heal ever so slowly and you were thankful for your ability. You really did not like pain.

You flapped your wings, effectively getting rid of the extra smoke that sprung up.

You then rushed towards the man, flapping your wings aggressively in the air so that dirt from the ground could arise, when the debris filled the air, you smirked for it meant that his view was temporarily obstructed. You raised your fist and manage to slam it into his gut, pausing for a moment before he suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled it above so that you flew in the air.

You scowled as you used your wings to propel against the momentum and flipped backwards.

Both of you stared at each other a moment before he opened his mouth, “26.4 by 32.8 by 1.2”

You felt your blood freeze. Your eyes widened and your stance went slack. No one could have known about those coordinates…not unless they were from the same world-

“All you have to do it accept and you can go home, to your other home,”

“Like hell she’s-“Chuuya angrily started to retort but you cut him off easily.

“I accept.”

“What?!” Chuuya spun towards you and you flinched at his stare.

“No fucking way in hell are you going with that man (Y/N),” he hissed, taking a step towards you and you took a step back in response.

“You don’t understand Chuuya!” you spat back, shaking your head, “My home isn’t even here, if this is the only way I can go.. then I hav- I mean I..”

“I just want to go home…” you trailed off bitterly, clenching your fists at your sides hard enough to draw blood. You had gotten used to the sensation of drawing your own blood in order to ground yourself and maintain your calm demeanour.

“No,” he shook his head before reaching for your hand, “You can’t leave me (Y/N) I won’t let you get away from me again.” Your heart ached at his words and if this was a better place in a better time you would’ve pulled him in for a kiss.

“Not to interrupt, but I think we should finish defeating this man before we can take his answers”

Dazai’s cool response snapped the both of you out of your little bubble. You exchanged glances before turning back to the enemy.

You would get your answers one way or another, with Chuuya at your side.

[pumpkin-patch-imagines]

Me again!! :) Armin for soulmate au 18 please. Thanks xx

Soulmate AU Prompt 18. You’re born with a journal that you can write to your soulmate with. Once you two meet each other, the journals disappear.

Armin Arlert:

“So, you’re joining the Survey Corps huh?”

“Yeah, it’s really because my friend is so keen on joining.”

“Are you sure it’s a good idea?”

Armin’s nose scrunched at the question that followed his reply. He knew the answer. No, it wasn’t. When was it ever a good idea to risk your life for something?

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t realize another message from you was written. Currently, he sat in the library. No one was there, it was quiet. Just how he liked it. Losing his train of thought, he glanced back at the page.

“I’m sorry, I worry about you being in the military. If I offended you that wasn’t my intention.”

His heartbeat picked up in speed, panicked, he quickly scribbled a reply: “No! You didn’t offend me at all! I appreciate you worrying about me.”

You quickly replied back, filled with relief. 

“That’s relieving. I don’t want to offend my soulmate.”

Reading the word ‘soulmate’ made shivers go up Armin’s spine. For a second, he forgot you two were intertwined like that; even if he was talking to you through a journal. Unconsciously, his hand began writing a message. 

“Can I ask you a question?”

You replied immediately: “Sure!”

“Do you believe we’ll meet?” 

“You mean in person?”

“Yes.”

You did not reply for a while. Shuffling in the chair he sat on, Armin anxiously glanced from the library shelves filled with books back to the journal. There was still no reply. 

Did I anger them? Armin thought with worry. He hovered the pen in his hand over the page, was it wise to message them again?

Finally, you replied. 

“I think so, it’ll just take a while. I’m not in the military haha. I’m just a regular citizen.” 

Armin sighed with relief, it gave him ease knowing you weren’t near any possible threats. 

“What city?” He wrote. 

“Trost.” 

His heart dropped. Trost? That means you were in that district when Eren turned into a Titan. 

He could’ve met you. 

“It was a horrible couple of days. I’m sure you have heard about the incident?” 

The temptation to tell you about him being there was hard to resist. He knew if he kept it a secret you’d find out eventually, but he did not want you to be disappointed. Your next message startled him; he nearly dropped the journal. 

“It’s pretty late, won’t you get in trouble?” 

“Oh, it’s fine. I can just say I was researching.” 

“You never struck me as the type of guy that would lie.”

“I am telling the truth, I was researching my soulmate.”

“Ha, funny.” 

~

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[focsle]

I hate tumblr’s idea of ‘problematic’ characters so much.

An example of a problematic character would be a stock character of a marginalized group that’s reduced to a conglomeration of stereotypes that have a harmful effect on people from that group in the real world.

A problematic character is not a developed character with developed flaws and belief systems that people irl happen to be at odds with. It is not a character that interacts with other characters in ways that hurt them within the narrative. That’s what a story is. That’s what creating characters means. Developing a fleshed-out fictional person to serve a function within one’s narrative.

And characters that are solely mouthpieces for the creator’s own moral views and belief systems, regardless of what those views are, are bad characters, and make bad stories.

[emetselcharchive-deactivated202]

@ everyone on this stupid site

[kill-your-idols]

In fanfiction there is a difference between being a good writer and a popular writer. 

Just because you can write a well-structured story with dynamic and consistent writing and characters doesn’t mean you will be popular. And sometimes stories that have disorganized plots, mediocre writing, and/or OOC characters will be held up as the greatest things to ever exist. 

Just because your writing isn’t popular doesn’t mean you are a bad writer. Don’t ever compromise who you are, who your characters are, your plot, your writing style, anything for the sake of readership.

There are popular writers everywhere. But there are only so many good writers.

[xxbyimm]

Just because your fic gets 3 notes, doesn’t mean you suck at writing. <3

[straycat-writes]

ok so how dazai, chuuya, kenji and mori would be towards a gender neutral s/o that pretends to be someone sweet and kind but is extremely seductive?

[Headcanon limit is three characters, and I couldn't think of anything for Kenji anyway, so I didn't write for him. I hope you don't mind, and I'm sorry this is centuries late!]

Dazai

When Dazai first saw your true colours, he was.... surprised, to say the least.

But you won't find him complaining.

In fact, when you reveal the seductive side of yours hiding behind the innocent façade, Dazai is beyond smitten.

"I knew there was more to you, my darling, but I hadn't been expecting this!"

It's refreshing for him to see you take the lead. If you play your cards right, you might even get a blush out of him.

"Why would such a goddess feel the need to hide!?" He whines dramatically.

Things can get...pretty heated between the two of you, especially with Dazai being the way he is.

Knowing what you do to him, he gets a little more possessive of you. Calm and collected as he is, he still doesn't want anybody eyeing what's his.

Chuuya

It's a few weeks into your relationship when you reveal your true nature to Chuuya.

At first he thinks he's hallucinating, because there's no way his sweet and innocent (y/n) could be capable of something like this. Right?

He's wrong, though. And as soon as he figures that out, his face lights up with a smirk.

"Well, well. What's this, sweetheart? I never knew you were pretending all this time."

He already adored you, but seeing this side of yours drives him absolutely crazy.

He finds your advances so inexplicably hot that he can't think straight. If you know how, you can basically make him dance at your fingertips. He's just that smitten with you.

"Any other hidden talents you have that I should know about?"

Mori

Mori actually already had some inkling of the fact that you were putting up a façade.

Why? He didn't know. But there's no way anybody could be that perfect and delicate and innocent.

So the first time you let the mask slip, he wasn't as surprised as he should've been. If anything, he was smug at having been proven correct.

But as soon as it dawns on him, the kind of person you really are, he gets a wicked grin on his face.

"My, my... I knew something was off, but... what a pleasant surprise."

He gets more possessive of you, if that's even possible.

It's very easy for you to get him to do your bidding this way. He isn't the boss of the Port Mafia for nothing, but with the right words and moves, you can play him like a violin.

[drabblesanddreamsold]

Old life, new world - Chuuya Nakahara x Reader

Hey everyone, this is a commission that i wrote for the lovely @moonlittxger :) I hope you like the way it turned out! If anyone wishes for a commission please send me a pm and ill text back with more details :)

If you wish to support heres my Kofi

Word count: 2.3 K

TW: slight form of Self harm, depressing thoughts, angst, read at your own risk

Summary: When you get hit by a bus and end up in a new world, Chuuya is the one who saves you and over time you find your disdain for the man turn into something more warm and tender- a story over 6 months.

Six months

“Hey,”

Though the sudden greeting managed to break you out of the despairing thoughts that managed to fall one after another in the alignment of your mind, your body barely budged an inch. You slowly blinked, (E/C)’s becoming hazy once more as you lost yourself between the stone crevices of the prison wall and the deep, growing fissures of your own sanity.

You easily fell back into dwelling around the concept of what was now and what was then.

You replayed the facts over and over again in your head.

You had been struck by a bus, no one's fault but your own for rushing across the street without looking at all in upmost urgency so that you would make it to work on time and hopefully, avoid the wicked wrath of your boss.

You remember the hot rush of pain that flooded your senses and every nerve before blacking out, courtesy of your head hitting the asphalt.

When you woke up, you half-expected to be in a hospital room. But instead, you were back on the roads, lying on your back as your eyes became lost in the too-blue sky above. It was serene, peaceful even.

And then someone was honking for you to ‘get the fuck off the roads you dumbass!’

Reality slid back into place and you wondered what the hell just happened. But you didn’t have the time nor expense to be dwelling over it because one look at your watch, you blanched and realized you were late of work.

However, when you arrived at your workplace, your manager stared at you in pure confusion, wondering why you were trying to clock in. When you returned her comment with equal confusion, her eyebrows stitched together in annoyance as she pushed you out of the door muttering about “stupid brats and pulling their pranks again,”

Safe to say you were defiantly perplexed and thought to yourself that this must be her way of firing you.

It only got worse and more harrowing afterwards, for when you made your way back home you were stopped in place by the big blue sold! Sign outside your estate. When you tried phoning your mother about what was going on, your heart raced ever so quickly and nearly stopped in its thundering mission when you heard the voice on the other side, proclaiming that the number was disconnected and no longer in service.

Afterwards, you shut your eyes tightly and tugged hard at your head of hair, hoping to wake up from whatever the fuck was happening. You remember the emotions lurching throughout your body then. The tears that threatened to escape the corner of your eyes, the feeling that you were suffocating as if you couldn’t get enough air.

It wasn’t until you were walking in the dark of the city that you had no idea where to go or what to do. When an older gentleman had cornered you in an ally way, you completely freaked as he attempted to lay his hands on you. Until a moment of pure panic, something worse seemed to have happened.

A foreign pressure on your back, like you had an extension of some limbs. When you looked back, you felt like you were going to blank out, which you then did within the next thirty seconds.

Because there, on your back was a translucent pair of chrysanthemum blue wings, butterfly in shape.

The older man then growled at you, a ferocious sound from the bottom of his throat as he grabbed your head, muttering “ability user,” then smashed it against the ally-way wall.

Back in the prison cell, the wound on your head was now healed, and that’s how you figured your pair of wings came with the ability of slight regeneration. You didn’t forget the way your attacker muttered ability user like it was some sort of disease. He mentioned to his colleagues that they had to be very careful so that dammed detective agency didn’t figure out of their plans to traffic you out of the city.

You put two and two together afterwards and realized the exact sort of hell you were in. You hypothesized that you must’ve died, or must’ve ended up in one long, freakish dream.

For the first bit in the prison cell, you amused yourself half-heartedly by digging your nails into your palm, deep enough to draw blood and severe enough that your new-found abilities would take over and repair the torn skin, centimetre by centimetre in the expense of about a minute.

You were still trying to come to terms with the fact that you were never going to see your family again. The burden of this thought weighed on your soul like an anchor pulling down the mass of a ship.

“Hey,” he called out again this time more …  Get the fuck up, we’re leaving.”

This time you spared the stranger a glance.

He was flanked in black dress pants, a vest, and a long black coat. From underneath that black hat peaked out orange hair, long enough that it curled slightly around his pale neck. He was short, petit even as he buried his hands in the pocket of his trousers, scowling at you with disdain.

What a joke, Chuuya Nakahara was here.

You gazed up at him for a moment longer, a thousand questions billowing in your mind but instead you remained quiet.

He kicked the cell bars, now fully annoyed, “I said get the fuck up,” he ordered, and you snorted, rolling your eyes as you lolled your head over to him.

“Or what,” you couldn’t help but say sarcastically, “You’ll put me in prison?”

He huffed, drawing a key from his pocket and easily unlocking the chain door as he made his way over to you, harshly grabbing you by the arm and pulling you up. You did little to protest this, no longer finding the will to fight back any longer. You would accept whatever fate had in store for you with open arms.

“Haha, very funny smartass,” he rolled his eyes as he dragged you out of the prison cell and out the corridor.

As the both of you made your way down the corridor, you caught sight of some of the guards who had previously been tasked with watching over you, now on the ground and slouched over their stomachs, chin resting on their chests, sleeping away.

It then struck you with the harsh realization that these men weren’t sleeping, they were unconscious, you thought as you caught sight of a dribble of blood here and there.

“Wait,” you said, stopping in your tracks as your eyebrows furrowed. Chuuya stopped as well, looking at you in annoyance and he tugged at your arm, “I said wait.”

You examined him for a moment before voicing your thought out loud, “Are you…saving me?” you asked.

He snorted loudly, rolling his cerulean blue hues as he said, “Wow, princess you sure are a genius,” you scowled at this before harshly pulling your arm away from his grasp and crossing your arms over your chest. “Yes, Mori-san requested that we take you back and join the Port Mafia,” At this your eyes widened, and you gaped openly at him. The… Port Mafia?

“Hell fucking no am I joining the fucking mafia you short, ginger cussing asshole!” you proclaimed loudly as you took a step back, placing your hands on your hips.

-

2 months later, you were now under the ranks of the mafia. It was quite logical to join them, after all, you had absolutely no place to go.

Although the effects of depression never failed to take a hold of you, the thoughts of how worried your mom must be now that you had been missing for so long, you found yourself growing accustomed to your wings.

The healing bit was a perk too.

But over the two months you found yourself squabbling with Chuuya on a daily, the backbiting that occurred between you two was fierce, ever since you called him short.

“Are you done yet? Hurry the fuck up (Y/N) I don’t have all day!”

At Chuuya’s call you rolled your eyes as you searched around your room for your report, the one that the both of you had to report to Mori-sensei.

“I’m hurrying holy shit calm down!” you called back out to him through the door. You heard a bang on your door and didn’t doubt for a second that he must’ve kicked it again, hot-headed as he is.

You wondered just how much your poor door could take before it would cave into the splintering pieces of wood that barely managed to hold itself together.

Reaching under the covers of your bed, your hand grasped the file folder of your report and you pulled it out victoriously before making haste in sprinting across your room.

You pulled the door to your room open, meeting Chuuya’s eyes. What a pretty colour they were, even though you did hate the guy you could admit that he was…hot, for lack of a better term.

But you would never admit that out loud, so instead you thrust the folder into his arms, “Here.”

-

2 Months later

“Who the fuck did this?” Chuuya hissed at you though his actions didn’t carry the same malice as his words as he ran his thumb over the cut on your face.

“Fuck Chuuya I dunno, doesn’t matter though we gotta go,” you groaned at the pain in your body, slurring your words as the earth tilted down slightly. The slight sound of gunshots down the street sent your heart racing, the both of you had to scram before getting caught in the crossfire, otherwise, it’ll be too late.

You felt the brush of wind against your exposed shoulders as your wings stuttered for a moment before folding in back on themselves, too weak to have energy wasted on them folded out.

“C’mon,” he muttered and wrapped a hand around your shoulders and the other around your waist, hoisting you up.

You moaned in pain as you rested your head against his shoulder, already feeling the slow regenerating effect of your ability kicking in.

That day, you saw Chuuya look at you with something a bit different than the usually anger and hate…worry.

-

2 Months later- present

“No no no idiot, Baileys is the one you can eat with ice-cream and all that shit, Concha Toro is good for admiring its taste in just itself,”

You eyed Chuuya’s explanation of the two brands with faint interest from the couch, you laid your head down on the arm of his couch as you took in your explanation.

“So, which one are we drinking?” you asked. Ever since Chuuya had heard that the only wine you’ve had was from the grocery store, he freaked and demanded that he take upon the role to educate you on his hobby, which was, of course, drinking wine.

“Concha Toro,” he stated, walking over to you as he uncorked the bottle and filled the two glasses up. He handed you one and you gingerly got up as he sat next to you on the couch. You took a small sip of it before cringing, “It’s way too bitter,” you gagged and Chuuya rolled his eyes as he made for a reach for your glass

“No!” you stated in possessiveness as you brought the glass closer to your chest, “Mine,” he raised an eyebrow at your antics.

Soon, through the small, mindless chatter with Chuuya you found yourself finishing the glass and swiped Chuuya’s own, draining that as well.

“Oneeee more!” you begged holding out your glass. You felt fuzzy and light like you were drifting on a cloud.

“Hell no, you’re drunk already you lightweight,” he stated back in return and you pouted, swaying towards him on the couch, “Please?” you slurred.

He shook his head and just as you swayed a little too far, your body lurched forward and he caught you in his harms. You immediately wrapped your arms around him and giggled, “Okay, I think its time you go to bed,” he stated at your antics.

He hoisted the both of you up and you stumbled forward, “You know I died once?” you stated, referring to your accident with the bus that seemed a million years ago. “Uh huh,” he said obviously not believing you, “It’s true!”

He gently pulled you forward but it seems as if the alcohol was really hitting you as you could barely walk, “Fuck my life..” he muttered and you stared at him as he wrapped his arms under you, pulling you up so he could carry you bridal style.

He was so pretty, god, you might even want to kiss him if you didn’t hate him so much. Humming you asked, “Chuuya do you hate me?” he stopped in his tracks and looked at you. “What the hell? I may detest you, but I don’t hate you, princess,” he called out that nickname. Whenever he called you princess, it always infuriated you, but you always felt a rush of warmth in the pit of your belly.

Reaching your head up, you nuzzled his neck affectionately as you tenderly kissed the spot underneath his ear.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked, and you tilted your head up as you took in the blush creeping up his pale cheeks, “Loving you,”

“Chuuya,” you said, “Let’s not hate each other anymore, ‘kay?” he looked at you and grunted in amusement.

“We can talk about this in the morning, now just go to bed dumbass,”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, I promise,”

Maybe with the promise of a new life, you’d be okay again, hopefully enough that you could find your way back home. 

But was losing everything newfound worth it?

You’ll just have to see.

[drabblesanddreamsold]

OMG I love the scenario with the reader who likes intelligent guys, I couldn’t help but chuckle at how chuuya mixed everything up(ESPECIALLY with DiCaprio and Da Vinci) and Dazai was also a funny little brat THANK YOU IT WAS WORTH THE WAIT💖💖

Ahh! Thank you for your feedback:) im so glad you liked it!

[pumpkin-patch-imagines]

emmy my boo!! can you please do V, W,Z for dazai? i need more fluff in my life ;-;

Dazai Osamu:

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

It absolutely depends on Dazai, some relationships he had were a quickie and go. Value is a weighty word so when he wants to value a person they have to indicate they're worthy. Once you do, he'll choose you over his own life. Dazai may seem indifferent about you being in dangerous situations, but in his head he's playing many scenarios on how you can escape. He'd rather wake up to you in his arms than harbor the regret that you got hurt because of him. 

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Dazai will only share his headphones with you, not even Atsushi gets the honor of listening to his mentor's music taste. When he sees you wearing them, a simper forms on his mouth and then changes the playlist on purpose; mostly to songs that remind him of you, some extreme heavy metal. One minute you could be listening to a peaceful song, the next your ears are blasted with screaming. In the corner Dazai is laughing while watching you glare at him. 

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Anew, it all depends on Dazai. If he sees you're worthy of great lengths, he will try exceeding your expectations. However, spending money isn't his style (Unfortunately, you end up paying for dinner some nights.) and date nights are a bit risky. The last thing he would ever want is to run into Chuuya in a bar. If he notices you're getting a bit bored of the relationship, he might have to spice things up in the bedroom. Out of the bedroom, he'll mess around with you a bit more. Teasing and taunting is his style, after all.  

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Hi sweetheart!! Could I request chuuya’s crush who likes intelligent people and chuuya trying to impress her with knowledge ( bonus if there is mafia! Dazai’s reaction to chuuya desperately trying to sound smart and cool)

Here you go:) Thank you so much for patiently waiting and i hope you enjoy! As this IS the last request in my inbox as of late, I will be opening up my inbox again and I also will be taking commissions if anyone wants anything detailed!

Here is my Ko-fi if you wish to support, thanks so much!

TW: none

Summary: The worst thing in the world is when someone tries to be intelligent and fucks up

Word count: 829

“I’m just saying, (Y/N), I completely emphasize with what you just said,”

You couldn’t help but blink up blankly at Chuuya who had his hands planted on the table, bending over your seated figure in your office. Your eyes slid from his weirdly determined blue stare to the deep russet of Dazai’s, who was seated diagonally across from you on the long table. You both shared a look, as if did you both hear correctly?

You returned your gaze back upwards to Chuuya’s, debating whether you should correct him on his usage of the term ‘emphasize’ when he most likely meant ‘empathize’. Clicking your pen several of times, you argued with yourself quietly, mulling over his reaction if you corrected his speech. Most likely, he would cuss at you and throw a fit all the while with Dazai teasing him in the corner.

No. You couldn’t do that. He had finally warmed up to you and started being more kind in his own way. You weren’t about to ruin it for both of you.

Finally, Dazai snorted, breaking the uneasy silence in the room. You shot him a quick glare as Chuuya spun around to face the bandaged suicidal maniac, “You got somethin’ to say bastard?!”.

Dazai simply waved him off, “No, no! It's just…” the corners of his lips turned upwards into a taunting grin, “emphasize?”

A bout of realization struck Chuuya and almost immediately, his porcelain face flushed rosy red with embarrassment, “Shut the hell up, I know what I said!”

As the two continued to babble on and argue like kids, you tiredly sighed. Already you were fed up with both of their antics, wanting to get your work done. Clicking your pen a few more times, you dropped your gaze to the report that you were trying to finish up.

“Anyways!” a SLAM caused you to jump slightly as Chuuya slapped his hands back down on the table, he stared down intensely at you and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat.

“I was saying that I completely understand with DiCaprio’s truly inspiring innovation of all the different regions of art he touched on in society, especially his painting of the starry night of 1909 which seems prevalent as ever in today’s society,”

You couldn’t help but stare at him in disbelief for a brief moment, momentarily opening and shutting your mouth a couple of times as you thought of what to say. You had no idea why he was acting this strange, using all these big words which didn’t really fit his vocabulary. I mean, it was like he was speaking like a total stranger. And besides, DiCaprio painting the starry night in 1909? You felt light-headed, you didn’t even know where to start.

Finally, you said with a small voice, “Davinci,”

He blinked owlishly at you, “Huh?”

Just as you opened your mouth to repeat yourself, a peal of booming laughter cut you off and you spun in your seat to see Dazai completely losing it.

“Pfft, ha-ha, Di-Dicaprio! Ha-ha!” he giggled hard in between deep breaths, “H-he said Di-Dicaprio!!”  

Chuuya looked plain mortified at that moment as he mumbled to himself, “Damn, I must’ve gotten DiCaprio and Darwin mixed up...”

Okay you were going to pretend that you didn’t hear that last bit as you patiently waited for Dazai to shut the fuck up.

After a few minutes of Dazai’s laughter, you couldn’t help but chucking your pen, letting it hit the center of his forehead.

“Will you shut up already?!” you shouted, feeling a headache coming on as you gently massage your temples. Finally, you turned to the ginger.

“Are you okay, Chuuya?” you asked, feeling annoyance bloom into worry over the mafia member, “Do you... are you sick? You look sick.”

You got up from your seat, “I can get you some medication, wait one second.”

“Wha-?” he questioned, blinking at your darting figure as you quickly exited the room.

“H-hey wait!” he rushed after you, shutting the door behind the both of you as the giggle of Dazai returned in full force.

“Dammit, (Y/N)!” he called out, grabbing your arm and spinning you around, effectively halting you in your tracks.

You blinked a couple of times up at him, silently confused to as why he was reacting so absurdly.

“Look,” he started frustratingly, rubbing his hands all over his face before sighing deeply, “I’m not sick alright? I heard you like smart guys, and I just... I don’t know I thought you would like me then.”

You couldn’t help but stare at him than before a growing smile made its way onto your visage, you beamed at him, “You have a crush on me?” you asked for assurance.

He sighed once more, “Yeah, let’s just- “you cut him off by throwing your arms around him, smiling so wide that it hurt your cheeks. “(Y/N)-?” he questioned your antics confused. You just held him tighter,

“I like you too, you dumb ass”

[drabblesanddreamsold]

Hey its me hesgonnalovethis :) I just changed my username.

Alright no problem :)

[drabblesanddreamsold]

Can we currently request stories or are you closed?

I’m currently closed!

[drabblesanddreamsold]

Reasons to live- Dazai Osamu x Reader

omg i accidentally published a request on private and i am so sorry if it gets sent directly to your inbox but here it is posted here fully! I went with something diff for a morning kiss but hope u still enjoy

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Prompt: Morning kiss

TW: none

Summary: Dazai thinks you’re a sight to behold in the morning

Word count: 944

There were small things in life that Dazai cherished. Fleeting moments in the sunset that tug at his heartstrings, the inexplicable colours of red and orange mixing together on a canvas of the sky. Almost like God himself dipped his paintbrush of creation into a paint can of natures wonders and swiped it across the sky. There was also the delicate smell of the flowers that fill his senses as he walks by the flower shop on his way to work every morning, a symphony of different smells wafting in the air, leaving him with a rare pleasant afterthought. The sound of pages turning was another thing that Dazai enjoyed, the touch of paperback underneath his fingertips as they traced the expertly formed letters on the page.

Dazai also really loved the sight of you in the morning, touched by sleep as you were seemingly completely at peace. During these moments, you were different. A little softer, less affected by the harsh reality of life, a little more at peace. It was definitely a sight to behold.

Dazai thinks, that whenever he finally catches the coattails of death himself, that you would be the thing that he misses the most.

These are the things that push Dazai to continue living.

For now, he doesn’t want to dwell on such depressing thoughts. Instead, he focuses his brown, almost russet hues back onto your face. The soft inhales and exhales of your breath, a strong sign that you were alive, living, breathing, with him. It reassures him, sets his troubled mind at rest for a moment.  

His eyes take in your visage, touched by the morning light shining through the glass panels of the windows that hang overhead. Your eyelashes flutter slightly as you squeeze your eyes tighter, trying to block out the unwanted rays of the sun. Dazai can’t help but let the corner of his mouth tilt up at the cute expression. He chuckles quietly to himself, careful to not disturb you from your slumber as he reaches forward. He brushes soft tendrils of hair away from your face and his heart warms as you nuzzle your head slightly into his open palm warmly.

Chocolate softens into russet as Dazai stares at you warmly.  Between the both of you, it was always you that was more affectionate, more open to sentimental touches shared between you two. To outsiders, it seemed like the opposite was the case. After all, wasn’t it Dazai that would purposely tease the shit out of you? Grasping onto your arm as he pleaded for a lover’s suicide? Or throwing his own arm around your shoulders, demanding attention?

Sure, it was. But it was also you that would accept his touches, that would teasingly slap his arm away before pulling his own hand carefully and gently into your own. Almost as if you were asking if he was okay with this, with exchanging touches that had a deeper meaning behind it. It was funny to Dazai, to think it was just a mere four years ago that touching involved the act of violence behind it. That he almost seemed to shy from being that open with someone. Now, he couldn’t even imagine laying a hand on you with the intent of harm.

You suddenly stir, rolling over from on your side to your back. Your eyes flutter open before squinting almost immediately at the sudden bout of sunlight in your room. You groan, draping an arm across your eyes as you squeeze your eyes shut.

Dazai can’t help but to tease you.

“Good morning,” he hums, and you take a peek at him above your arm, still unimpressed with almost being blinded by the early morning sun. “Did you know you drool when you sleep?”

Your reaction is almost immediate.

“What?” you exclaim, indecorously before dropping your arm and scowling at him, “I do not!” you claim fully awake now. The rasp of your morning voice was something Dazai needed to remember to add onto his list of endearing things.

The teasing smile grows wider, “It’s quite true, and if I have to say so myself, quite cute.” He says before moving forward so that he can steal a kiss from you, “almost like a waterfall”, ignoring your protests at his remarks. He loves doing that, taking in your reactions as he does the most unexpected things to you. You were so human-like that, so vibrant and full of life as you would react in sometimes the most dramatic way.

You, however, push his face away, “No, no kiss for you,” and Dazai can’t help but fully pout at you, “No fair, don’t be mean (Y/N)!” he pulls your body to his as he whines into your neck.

“Well, you’re the one that says I drool, which is a lie by the way!” you say back as he plants soft kisses across your neck. Dazai chuckles at this, before nuzzling his nose into your neck and turning his face so that he can kiss your cheek softly. As his tendrils of hair tickle your cheek, you giggle, momentarily breaking your ‘angry’ facade.  

You then clear your throat, pushing him away as you start to stand up, clearly ready to start the day. However, the moment your toes touch the soft carpeted ground, lanky arms make their way to wrap themselves around your torso, and you’re then pulled into his bandaged chest. He smirks as you let out a squeal from his actions.

“Not yet,” Dazai quietly murmurs as he nuzzles his nose against your hair.

He doesn’t want to break this illusion of tranquility that you create for him. Not yet anyway.

[laceymorganwrites]

Nightmares

Word Count: 1,333

Pairing: Dazai x reader

Warnings: blood

A/N: Dazai is a character I´m very insecure About writing because I never get it Right, but I still hope you like it!

Dazai was a weird man, nobody could deny that. But when he approached you, stating he wanted to do a double suicide with you, he caught your interest to say at least.

You gave him the number of a therapist, saying he should get help and that you didn´t want him to kill himself.

This reaction was completely new to him, never had a stranger cared about him to that extent.

Hell, not even his colleagues would stop him from killing himself.

Not that Dazai would want that…

Okay, maybe he did. Yes, maybe he did want someone to care about him so much that they wanted him to stay alive. Was that really too much to ask for?

Well, it kind of was.

With all his dark deeds in the mafia he couldn´t possibly ask for kindness and caring.

Dazai asked himself if his wish for a quiet and clean death was too much as well and came to the conclusion that it was.

Why should someone as evil as him get an easy death? Someone who did the things Dazai did should suffer for all eternity and stay alive, they should be eaten by their guilt and gruesome deeds.

Death was just the easy way out.

Dazai decided to seek you out again, you made him feel better about himself.

Yes, he didn´t tell you anything about himself and was only around when he needed you to praise him. You were just a distraction from the darkness in his mind, at least in the beginning.

Dazai avoided sleep at all costs, his memories and the guilt took control over him when he closed his eyes.

But on this particular day his sleep deprivation got the best of him and he decided to stay over at your place.

This was when you were together for about six months, you were wondering how you´d tell Dazai you loved him while he struggled with getting closer to you and opening himself up.

Sharing a bed with you, staying over and actually sleeping with you around was a big step for Dazai.

He couldn´t deny that he fell asleep faster with you around, he had yet to decide whether that was a good thing or not.

As soon as he closed his eyes pictures of blood flashed before his eyes, Dazai could smell it.

He could see the corpses and destruction, feel the wind of attacks missing him and the fear in his opponents, hear the agonizing screams and cries as well as the shots, smell the blood and sweat…

The scenery changed to a dead Odasaku at his feet while he was holding the gun that killed him.

The blood was still fresh and Dazai felt as if he was reliving everything.

His bandages began to crawl up his throat and squeezed until he couldn´t breathe anymore, his hands were more than just stained with the blood of his best friend.

He could taste the guilt all over again and even thought it didn´t happen like it was depicted in his nightmare, it was an awfully painfully accurate representation of what he felt on that fateful day.

It was your voice that got him back from this horrible reliving of the worst day of his life.

You had felt Dazai toss and turn in his sleep, you realized quickly that he was having a nightmare as you were suffering from them as well.

Gently touching his shoulder, you softly called out his name, trying to wake him.

And when he awoke he looked at you like a frightened child, your heart sunk to your knees as you saw his pained expression.

You followed your instincts and pulled Dazai closer in a hug, holding him tightly, showing him you were there and it was going to be okay.

Both of you said nothing for a while. Dazai was embarrassed that you had to see he had a nightmare, yet he felt so safe with you. Comfort like this wasn´t something he was used to, but it was something that made a warmth spread in his chest.

He clung to you, resting his head in the crook of your neck, he was shaking you noticed.

It took a while before someone said something, you felt silly for thinking about the perfect opportunity to confess your love to him when Dazai was suffering like this.

In the end Dazai was the first one to raise his voice.

“Thank you…” he whispered against your skin, barely audible.

“Of course… do you want to talk about it?” you pulled away from the hug and gently caressed his face in the palm of your hand.

You´ve never seen Dazai so vulnerable, he never let you, this was a big step for him.

He never thought he would ever find someone who could love him, he never thought he would let himself be open to feel things again, but yet here he was.

You came into his life and tore down his walls like no tomorrow, they were down before Dazai even noticed the first crack.

With shaking hands and trembling voice he told you about what happened that day, about the guilt he felt, about his fears.

Dazai didn´t know why he did it, but he knew that he could trust you, he knew you wouldn´t turn your back on him or hate him, at least he hoped so.

You listened to him, knowing how much it meant to Dazai that he told you those things.

You were unsure if your relationship meant anything to him at all.

“Please don´t ever leave…” he husked in your ear, it was as much as a plead to you as a promise of his. He was serious about this.

“I won´t, silly” you reassured him, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

He smiled at you in awe, thinking about how lucky he was to have you.

“Let´s go back to bed” you said, kissing him on the lips.

Dazai nodded, lying back down and when you thought he was asleep you whispered: “I love you”.

He smiled to himself before he said it back.

The next times Dazai slept over, you always stayed up, making sure to comfort him when he had a nightmare.

You felt bad for having nightmares yourself, selfish almost.

One night Dazai was out on a mission late, you were already asleep when he came home and laid next to you in bed.

He heard you whimpering and felt you trembling, were you crying? Dazai realized that you were asleep and having a nightmare and shook you awake gently.

“It´s okay, I´m here” he let you know, holding you close, cradling your back.

It took a while until you calmed down and the night terrors were over, but when they finally were you wrapped your arms around Dazai and took in his scent.

You were safe now.

“Why didn´t you tell me?” he asked you when you calmed down.

You looked sideways in embarrassment.

“I didn´t want to bother you…” you admitted.

“You´re never bothering me, (Y/N). I was worried about you” he took your hand in his own and gently caressed it.

“I know, I´m sorry, I should´ve told you. But it´s not that big of a deal…” you tried to play it down.

“What are you talking about? I know exactly what big deal nightmares are, you shouldn´t make them out to be less. But I´m here for you, I´ll always wake you up and make you feel better, okay?” he smiled and you nodded.

“Dazai? Can you stay up with me? I´m scared to go back to sleep” you asked and he agreed.

Staying up would become your little tradition whenever one of you had a really bad dream, you would talk through the night sometimes, other times you´d cuddle all night and even other times you would eat and read to each other. Whatever came to your mind to make the nightmares go away.

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Happy Birthday Dazai Osamu~

       and Happy Belated Birthday to precious Areen♥