I blacked out doing this, I have nothing to say 🖐️
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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@honeylemoncheesecake
I blacked out doing this, I have nothing to say 🖐️
First of all, you're so peak I followed twin ❤️🩹
Literally my current situation rn but can I request a Chuuya (my husband 🤤🤤🤤) fic where the reader likes to stay up till really late at night? Like ungodly hours late for literally no reason at all. They could have an important meeting the next day but they still would rather run on 2 hours of sleep, reading fanfics, than get a good night's sleep of 8 hours?
Chuuya tries (keyword: tries) to persuade them to sleep but NUH UH, he can come home at 2 AM and crash onto the bed and reader will stay up another 3 hours before deciding if they should get sleep or not
Lmfao holy yap sorry 😭😭 I literally JUST pulled ts outta my ahh because I plan on staying up all night, on a SCHOOL NIGHT heh..
a/n: my dearest darling this is a school night for me too and yes I have a test tomorrow and yes I will also stay up late to finish this fanfiction
“Y'KNOW, YOU'RE MAYBE THE ONLY ONE WHO DOESN'T WANT TO SLEEP WITH ME.”
That was not a good habit.
God only knows how many times Chuuya has told you, and it takes quite a lot for him to notice since he's often out for missions at night. Since when he noticed you staying up all night and being basically a sleepy zombie during the day, he's been trying to convince to just sleep.
He's tried everything.
Nothing seems to work, though.
Today, or rather, this night, he comes back from a mission quite late, in the middle of the night, only to find you peacefully sitting on the couch reading no-one-knows-what fanfiction, totally and painfully awake at 2am.
He sighs, taking off his shoes and coat and walking up to you.
"My love..." He mutters, exhausted. "Why are you still awake?"
You look up at him. "Ah, Chuu-chan!" You put away your phone and get up to hug him. "I wasn't sleepy, that's all." You explain smiling.
He stares at you, clearly, it takes him a lot to keep his eyes open. "Please... Just go to bed."
"huuhh? But I wanted to finish-"
"Y/N." He says harshly. "Come sleep with me." He adds, softer. "Please, I'm tired. I don't want to fall asleep alone again."
You look at him for a few moments, pouting, then you nod. "I see. I don't want to make you feel lonely..."
He closes his eyes and caress your cheeks. "I know." He whispers. "See you in the bedroom." He kisses your cheek and sleepily walks to your shared room.
You walk in after a while, only to find him totally and utterly naked on the bed, apparently waiting for you.
"huh?!" You stare at him shocked, cheeks burning.
He smirks, patting to spot on the bed next to him. "I thought it was a fair reward for coming to bed. Gotta convince you somehow."
You lay down beside him without hesitation, hiding under the covers, giggling "but that won't make me sleep at all, now!"
He gets under the blankets as well. He kisses your forehead. "Nu-huh. this", he says pointing at himself "is for tomorrow, only if you fall asleep at a decent hour. Without considering it's two a.m. already."
Your eyes widen "but Chuu-chan! This is black mailing!"
He chuckles. "C'mon, it's not so hard. Just close your eyes and sleep. And if you can't, I'm sorry, you can say adieux to all this for tomorrow."
You pout, resting your head against his chest. "Ughhh." You whine. "Okay. I'll try."
He smile softly and kisses your hair. It doesn't take much and he falls asleep. You on the other hand, cannot at all.
You sigh, sotting up on the bed. You look at the clock. Ugh. 4am. This is hard. You're so used to staying up late, you can't even sleep when you have a good reason to!
Defeated, you get up to get a glass of water. Easy to say, you won't get back to bed in a couple of hours at least. That fanfiction still has a lot of chapters.
Poor Chuuya. Maybe you should seriously try to sleep decently sometime... But not today. Today, you have a mission to complete that is waiting for you on Tumblr.
Ts is SO peak 🤤🤣
Reblog with your listening age according to Spotify
29, which is pretty good considering I sometimes listen to old people music
Dazai art I made today :)
Original inspo credits to @mihaellustrates on X (Twitter)
Misa Amane edit! || Death Note
petition to make x reader writers stop fucking making y/n say “your impossible” in every single fic and then the character say “you love me for it” like deadass ts is not entertaining
Psychological thrillers 🔛🔝
Perfect Blue edit!
Him having acne and greasy ahh hair from ages 14–17 and randomly getting a glow up at 18 will forever be my favourite headcanon
HAPPY BIRTHDAY RANPO!! (つ≧▽≦)つ
Obamitsu version!!
Dazai x you ver. (and Chuuya x me ofc)
I'm just a bit silly >.<
WHAT IF I TOLD YOU NONE OF IT WAS ACCIDENTAL?
dazai x reader
the first night dazai saw you, he knew nothing would stop him.
for his birthday!
inspired by mastermind
osamu dazai, for all his life, had not felt the warm bliss of love. he did not have a mothers arms to lay in, or a fathers protection to shield him. he didn't have the privilege of a second family through friends, or even the comfort of loving himself. osamu dazai was not given love, not even for a moment, so he taught himself how to gain it. he was only cryptic and machiavellian because he cared, more than he wanted to admit.
so the moment he saw you, he felt a desire stronger than ever. you wouldn't require just a simple trick or a con- no, you deserved more. he laid out the groundwork, equations in his a mind a labyrinth of desperation only you could suffice.
osamu dazai wanted you.
and he knew how to get you.
honestly, who could blame him?
dazai was a master of people. he knows how to play people like puppets to get what he wants. none of it was accidental when it came to you. the coincidental run-ins at your favorite coffee shop that was at least a 30 minute cab ride for him. the times you conveniently forgot your umbrella when you swore you packed it, and dazai just happening to be passing by on your walk home. even the time you had just been dumped by your ex-boyfriend over the phone, and dazai just happened to show up at your doorstep just checking in.
maybe you should have noticed how fabricated it was at first. but you didn’t. dazai wanted you. and he made you want him.
dazai made you want every part of him. his silky hair his deep brown eyes, his honeyed voice and his suave way of walking. he made you want all of him, the good and the bad, his charm and his want for death, his desire to be good and the deep dark past of who he once was. dazai played love like a puppet show. whenever you laid on his chest, snuggled into his warmth, or when your lips were hopelessly pressed against his, dazai knew he had you. he knew he made you want him.
whether you find out or not isn't a concern to the brunette. you love him unconditionally anyway- you're his belladonna, his love, his everything. when he kisses you, the planets and stars align as if all of the pain in his life had led him here. the empty core in his heart aches at the thought of being eased, as if afraid of being happy. but your touch melts it away. you see that he is so touch starved, so deprived of love that he just had to assess the equation of you. he did this for as much for you as he did for him, knowing that he could live through even just one more day if it meant he could love you.
he needs your fingers to intertwine with his the way a chess player needs the queen. he needs your warmth like the largest gear needs the smallest gear in a machine. he needs your reassurance like the way water needs oxygen. because osamu dazai understands a lot of things well- chess, machinery, chemical compositions, and the way you love him. he knows its a need. he knows he needs your love not like his inner child wanted candy, he knows he needs your love the way the flower needs the sun.
his eyes stir awake, sunlight filtering through the curtains of your bedroom. his skin tickles, his cheek being peppered by your kisses. a smile tugs at his lips as he stretches his arms over his head and then around you, greeting you with a "good morning" in the deepest morning voice you have ever heard. dazai was usually light sleeper, but with you he could truly rest and escape into the sheets with you.
"happy birthday, 'samu." you hum, tracing your fingers down his abdomen. every contour of his bandaged yet muscled chest screamed at you to love him with everything in you. you would kiss every inch of him- starting from his hair to the very depths of his soul if you could.
"hm?" he quips, coffee eyes slightly widening.
you chuckle. "its june 19th."
"oh."
in all honesty, his birthday is the last thing on his mind, especially when you're in front of him. you are so, so, fucking beautiful he isn’t even sure you’re real. not just beautiful in your absolutely angelic complexion, but you're beautiful simply when you're you. when you're on top of him, the new sunlight on the earth dancing on your skin. lips bruised from the night's fleeting passion, hair messy and soul absolutely smothered in him. you drove him crazy, and he'd gladly lose his mind for you.
"thank you, bella." he hums, lazily draping an arm over you, as if there was anyway he could possibly pull you closer. dazai would find a way if it meant loving you harder. never, in a million years, did he think his partner would drag him out of bed and to the living room. he rubs his eyes, finding the agency standing in your apartment, an excited atsushi and a begrudging but willing kunikida, surrounding a cake for him. he never thought it would turn out like this, this good. he's stunned for a moment- a rare emotion for the young prodigy. was... this also apart of his plan?
maybe not. but as he kissed you and whispered a passionate "thank you" into your ear, he decides that this wasn't planned- it was luck. and he loved it. funny how sometimes you just find things.
Chuuya's MY man :P
Obamitsu version!
Me trying to keep up with trends challange go! (LEVEL IMPOSSIBLE) || Levi Ackerman edit || Attack on Titan — Shingeki no Kyojin
Made the most beautiful girl invisible so others don't envy her beauty
I like to headcanon that her hair is messy since she used to be invisible and didn't care much about her appearance