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I hope I'm not late to the 1.1k. FIRST OF ALL: congratulatioooons!! second of all: I'M SCREAAAMINGGG, I JUST FOUND YOUR BLOG AND I FELL IN LOOOOVE! could I please tell Toji how gorgeous he is! and if he could go out on a date with meee pleaseee!? I'll behave!
Toji smirks, leaning just a bit closer to you. “Oh yeah? Gonna be a good girl?” He chuckles. “Don’t worry, I’ll show ya a real good time.”
“Please hold me tight, I think I’m going to break”
Ok, this is kind of sucky, but Dazai is bae. If you feel you are going through a tough time, please feel free to send us a dm!
TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF SELF HARM, SUICIDE, DEATH, DEPRESSION .
The crimson hue of the Yokohama sky heralded that the dusk of night was about to make its appearance
Your fragile eyes stared as the clouds grew increasingly darker, that sensation came back up throughout your body, you called it grief, and lately you had no idea how to keep it under control. You wore out your tears many moons ago.
You inhaled the air around you, trying to find a way to ease the anxiety that this feeling made you feel.
To be honest, you weren't happy, at night you cried until your eyelids were exhausted and sleep invaded your entire body, in the mornings and in the afternoons, you displayed a carefree face; the agency was a workplace where work abounded, and you really didn't want to worry or 'bother' anyone with your problems.
Your figure began to shake gently, sobs decorated the walls of your room. Your hands were covering your face.
You can' t seem to remember the last time a razor was pressed against your flesh, but in that moment, there was a strong urge to feel that sensation.
This way, you thought, you wouldn't have to think about the real agony you were experiencing.
Your steps were directed to the bathroom, the cabinet was opened and a punctured element was found, you sat down on the edge of the tub, pulling up the bottom of your skirt to gain more access to your thigh, you took the object and pressed it against your epidermis, tears streamed from your face landing directly on your s/c skin.
Your sobs turned into desperate cries; how could a human being feel so much pain?
Your mind wandered around the corners of the tiles, until you reached the ceiling "WHY? Give me an Answer to this!" your throat screamed until your voice was slightly shutting off.
Your sight penetrated the bathroom ceiling, as you waited for an answer which you knew would never arrive.
A knock on your apartment door woke you up from this trance, it wasn't like you to have visitors, and you thought you weren't psychologically well enough to answer and pretend anymore. At least, not tonight.
You let the knocking stop, but to your agony, that noise never ceased, the thud was still present, and you didn't understand why. Sighing as you got up from the floor, you washed your face, fixed your skirt and headed towards the wooden material.
" Yes?" was the first thing you said as you opened the door, there before your eyes was Osamu, his bright smile shaped on his handsome face, you were confused, why would he come over to your house?
"Y/n-chan, I decided to stop by your house to have a nice tea with these wonderful little cakes that I bought!" You always wondered how he managed to keep up such an exhausting act, but in him, it looked charming.
"Osamu, I think this is not a good t-" without being able to even finish your sentence, he walked through the door and thus entering your apartment
"Nonsense Y/n-chan, you're just saying that because you've never tasted these little cakes!" You were more than confident that they were either a discount cake or an expiration promotion.
He took off his shoes and made his way over to your kitchen, grabbing the kettle in his hand and pouring in enough water for both of you. Your figure leaned against the door frame, watching his movements, a surprising smile graced your lips.
His eyes directed themselves to yours, both glances met and for a moment you felt how your cheeks were decorated with a light rosy shade. You never managed to confess to anybody the feelings you felt towards Osamu, because you knew that not even, he himself would take them seriously.
Suddenly his gaze became inexpressive, as if he were angry, surprised you asked him
"Osamu, is everything all right?" he approached your body and grabbed your wrist somewhat firmly. Jolting to the sudden movement, your e/c orbs analyzed his face "What's the matter?!"
"I knew you were hiding something, I felt it every time you faked a smile, but I never knew you were dealing with this too, why?
"I... I don't know what you're talking about"
You didn't know what kind of illusions you believed if you thought that Osamu hadn't discovered you way before and pretending to be incredulous wasn't going to work, not this time, not with him.
He lifted up your skirt, a small squeal made his attention focus on you for a few seconds "This needs to be treated before it gets infected".
You didn't know how to react, you were about to generate some kind of sentence, but Osamu grabbed your hand and took you to the bathroom. You sat on the edge of the bathtub, the surface was cold; meanwhile Osamu checked your medicine cabinet, in search of some kind of disinfectant and some gauze.
Your eyes simply observed his figure, as soon as he found what he required, he took the necessary materials to disinfect your wounds.
He bowed down before your physique, Osamu's knees touched the surface of the ceramics, he took a moment to analyze the wounds, which in total were three shallow cuts.
He picked up some of the saline solution, and poured it over the wound. The cold contact of the liquid on your skin caused you to jolt.
"Does it hurt?" his coffee-colored orbs, which were the loveliest shade of coffee you'd ever witnessed, all you wanted to do was get lost in them and never leave.
"A little, but it's nothing unbearable" a smile spread over your face.
"Osamu dried the wound with a gauze and applied a lotion so that the skin wouldn't get infected.
Once he finished healing you, he only remained silent, staring straight into your eyes, trying to find something, you don't know what, but by the sigh that came out of his lips, you could tell he couldn't find an anwser to what he was searching for .
"Y/n, please take care of yourself, I don't want you to injure yourself anymore" you felt that all that performance he always maintained was not present at that moment.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want you to know, nor did I want you to worry about me... it's not worth it"
Osamu took your hand, they were cold, empty, but when they met yours, they brought life to it, they complemented each other.
"Don't say that, believe me I care, I knew there was something going on"
There at that moment, you felt a knot form in your throat, as the tears were making their appearance in your eyeballs. All you managed to do was to hold him, to cling to him as tightly as if he would never disappear again.
"Osamu, please hold me tight, I think I'm going to break" the words came out broken, as silent as a whisper, you were afraid the air would carry them away without ever reaching his ears.
"Sh... easy y/n, I am here" his arms tightly wrapped around your form.
"I don't want you to leave me, I don't want you to go, I don't want to forget you, I want to see your face every day, I want to feel your cologne whenever you walk near me, I want to listen to those bad jokes you make all the time, I want to hear your laughter, I need it to keep going"
His body tensed as he heard your words, his arms lost strength as he embraced you, he gazed straight at your visage.
" I' m here, I won't leave, and you won't leave either, do you hear me?" with his fingertips he wiped away every tear that fell out of your eyes.
"Oh, and by the way, my jokes aren't bad," he said confidently.
You laughed, and sat down on the floor, wrapping your arms around Osamu's chest, as you sank your face into the crook of his neck, closing up your eyes as he gently stroked your hair, leading you into the dream land.
--------- Morning ---------
The alarm on your cell phone rumbled on the walls, your eyes slowly cracked open, your head was spinning, you felt a headache - it must have been caused by all the crying that went on the night before.
You looked around; you fell asleep leaning against the bathtub's back.
Osamu... there that feeling came up again, your chest was trembling due to the sorrow, you didn't want to get up, you didn't even want to keep on going. But you promised him you would do your best to keep living.
It has been six months since his death, and yet you still feel his presence near you every day. You believe this is due to all the feelings you had for him, all the love that you once wished to demonstrate towards him, but couldn’t manage to do so.
You stood up from the ground, approaching the sink to freshen up your face and then you headed towards the kitchen, there were two cups of coffee sitting on the counter, and next to them inside a bag, two little cakes.
Happy Birthday to my lovely comfort character, my favorite captain Kuroo Tetsurō ♡ ♡ ♡
I wrote this on twt and felt that it was too short to be a fic so turned it into head-canons (kinda) instead.
Yumei’s note: I went to an art’s high school, which means I didn’t had Chemistry. You don’t know how many articles I read for this nerd.
Thank you for reading! (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ
Kuroo Tetsurō x G/N Reader.
Loud music, chatter and laughs fill the place. Parties were never your thing but you could do an exception for him.
After all it was Tetsurō Kuro’s 25th birthday, your best friend since high school and now your boyfriend since a few months ago.
You lightly laugh holding your beer cup, remembering how messy his confession was. He had a few drinks on him, and the so confident, ex-Nekoma captain was a stuttering mess in front of you.
“Look Y/N…you know…uhh, when I’m with you I feel, like-No wait, this sucks. I…uh, DOPAMINE! Yes, my dopamine and norepinephrine levels increase every time I’m with you, since- since always, and…please tell me to stop” “Nope! This is fun, keep talking you big nerd”.
After the mess of words was over, you cupped his face and confessed your feelings for him as well, you’ve been dating since then and yes it was a dream come true.
Movie nights, series/anime marathons on your days off, dinner dates, long kissing sessions, walks through the park, and the sex, everything felt one hundred times better with him.
“Hey, earth to Y/N! Are you here?” he asked, leaning to kiss your cheek. You were so absorb in your thoughts that you didn’t notice him coming to you.
“Sir yes, sir!” you jokingly replied, “I was remembering your legendary love confession”. He sighed dramatically “You are not letting that one go right?” “Never.”
Remembering you didn’t give your present to him you reach your jacket’s pocket and hand him a little red box.
“Happy birthday Tetsurō” you tenderly speak as you give him a little peck on the lips.
He opens the box to find two silver rings with your anniversary engraved on them, one with a little chain to hang around the neck. Also a little note “I C40H60N10O12S2 you”
Kuroo smiles, the brightest smile covers his face, as tears form on the side of his beautiful hazel eyes.
Cupping your face he leans to kiss you sweetly and deep. “I love you too you big nerd”.
Your fingers held the small coffee cup. The aroma fulfilled your nostrils. Your eyes were directed towards the man sitting in front of you. Analyzing each one of his facial expressions, he was gorgeous, but not only that, he was intelligent, he was affectionate, especially when you both were alone. You felt so privileged to get to know that wonderful part of him that not many people knew about outside the four walls, or while sitting on a picnic blanket on a Yokohama sunset.
“What do you think y/n-chan?" You blinked, once, no, twice, to wake up from your thoughts.
"Emm... Yes" Osamu's face transformed into one of 'Disappointment'.
"Oh no, my y/n-chan does not listen to me!” He pretended to be hurt.
You always imagined him as a strong person. No, he was a strong person. How does he not break? Always putting up this act. There were days when the night arrived without anticipation, and Osamu's fake sobs begging you to stay over, became very effective on you.
You knew that in his lonely moments he suffered, and in a very abrupt way. You had this habit of not being able to achieve sleep when you stayed at someone else's house, because no matter how much "At home" Osamu made you feel, it was impossible for you to doze off at a reasonable hour.
You witnessed how he screamed or apologized repeatedly in his sleep. You used to silently cry, pretending to be asleep, not knowing how to help him. After a lot of reflection on the matter, you came to the conclusion that the best that you could do was to give him time to eventually open up to you so he wouldn’t be pressured to do so.
"You are still not listening to me, are you? You do hear that sound, right? it's the sound of my heart breaking," said oh, so dramatically Osamu
The corners of that Café were decorated with your laughter. "On top of that, you laugh at my pain, aww, y/n-chan"
"You have no idea how much I love you, Osamu.
The mask he wore disappeared, his eyes got wider, he predicted everything, always one step ahead of the others, but he never expected this. He never anticipated something like this.
"I seriously mean it, I love you, Osamu" your eyes were lost in his.
The most realistic smile adorned his handsome face.
"I will never be able to understand what I did to deserve someone like you" he rose from his seat and his long-bandaged arms embraced your figure. And for a moment Dazai felt human, he felt alive.
"I do too, y/n".
Akutagawa
Saturday.
Anger, rage is what the young mafioso was unloading on the small bedroom they both shared.
He destroyed everything in his path; Rashomon made his appearance as he heard footsteps heading towards him, ready to attack anyone who was capable of interrupting his rage. When he noticed who it was, he stopped immediately; it wasn't just anyone, it was you.
You were not afraid; you knew very well that Ryunosuke would be unable to harm you. Obviously, his reputation as one of the most feared Mafia members and the most sought-after man in Yokohama did not stand up for your opinion.
"Don't do that, don't show up behind me unexpectedly. I could hurt you," a sigh escaped his lips.
You giggled and made your way to his physique; your hands cupped his face. He stiffed. Your emotions and affection were something he was slowly trying to get accustomed to. He couldn't demonstrate how much you filled his dark heart, each of your ways of showing him that you loved him. He didn't understand. You must hate your life so much to spend it next to a person like him.
But he did not want to lose you, not today, not tomorrow, not ever; he was absolutely capable of destroying anyone who tried to hurt you or tried to take you away from him.
"I know that you would never hurt me. What's the matter, Ryu," he melted every time your lips uttered his name. He wanted to give you his whole world, even if it is not ideal, he would do so without hesitation.
He closed his eyes, letting himself get caught by your warm hands on his face. The hatred he felt a few seconds ago, had vanished, drifted away from his mind.
"Nothing, just a bad day at the port" he sighed, now calmer.
"You try too hard Ryu, but what you don't know is that you do everything perfectly well, and you have worked very hard to get to where you are today and you deserve every one of your triumphs. I am very proud of you" a bright smile rested on your face, it was so bright and beautiful that he could swear that no matter how dark the room was, your smile would be capable of illuminating every corner of it, without any effort.
No one had ever told him he was worth it, no one ever cared about him, not like you did.
"I... I love you" that last word came out as a whisper, he would shout it to the whole world if he had to, but his world was you.
You didn't know how to react to so much love. You pushed him onto the bed with a big hug, shouting at him while crying with happiness and covering his face with kisses "I love you too Ryuuuu!
There he knew he would never be alone, not anymore.
Chuuya
Friday.
The rain poured down like rose petals in autumn, suddenly settling on the roof of the apartment. The room was flooded with silence, tears fell from your eyes wetting your cheekbones and a pillow you were clinging to. They fell like waterfalls, but your throat emitted no sound at all. You were broken, torn with sorrow.
Lately, you were immersing yourself increasingly in that obscure world that hid your mind; we might call it insecurities.
Your fears were becoming bigger and bigger, and you were taking advantage of the moments alone to unload everything. You did this when Chuuya was not at home.
You had no idea how a person as loving and perfect as him could possibly be with someone like you. Is it out of pity?
You were so immersed in your judgment that you didn't realize Chuuya had already returned.
"My love, you don't know what-" petrified he stopped dead at his tracks.
He didn't know what to do, were you hurt? was something aching? Did someone harm you? he was already furious.
He rushed to your body, gently gripping your arm.
"What's wrong? Did someone hurt you? I swear I'll kill him."
Your silent cries became increasingly loud and noisy. Chuuya didn't understand what was happening and the concern was reflected throughout his features.
"W-why? Why do y-you do this?" Your words, filled with uncertainty and sadness, echoed across the room.
" Do what y/n?" he answered with surprise.
" Being with someone as horrible as me?" you asked
His eyes widened with shock at those words, a mixture of anguish and anger took over his body. Did someone say something to you?
"I don't understand why are you saying that" with his hand he removed the hair that was covering your face and placed it behind your ear.
You covered your eyes with the palm of your hands, your entire body spasmed due to the torment that fed your mind.
"Speak to me, my love, please, has someone said anything to you?" chuuya wrapped his arms around you as you rested your head against his chest.
"No, no one said anything to me, I thought about it myself. It doesn't make any sense, you are all that is good, everything any person would wish to have in their life. And me? I am absolutely worthless, I don't outstand in anything, my appearance is dreadful, I don't deserve to be by your side, you will always be able to find someone a thousand times better than me".
Chuuya loosened his grip on you and stared straight into your eyes, he thought you had lost your mind. He couldn't possibly believe you thought that of yourself.
"If anyone should feel bad about not being sufficient as you say, that person would be me and-" your words interrupted his.
"No, chu-" you shook with surprise
"Please let me finish" he settled down on the bed, and you only nodded your head.
"I think you are the most beautiful and wonderful human being I have ever known; I fall more in love with you each day. At times I feel that I don't deserve someone as incredible as you, but whenever I watch you asleep by my side, it is impossible to believe there is a life without you. I try so hard, uf, I work so much to demonstrate all this love that blossoms within me. You are so beautiful, and you don't even try to be, it just comes so naturally. I love you, and I want to make all those insecurities disappear, and make you as happy with me just as I am with you".
Your lips closed the distance between his lips and yours, it was a kiss full of bliss, full of life, full of pure love. A love just for you and no one else but you.
Hi~ This are hc of how ADA Dazai would react on his first date with his f!s/o.
Hope you like them!~
• You thought he was going to be all jokes, but he really takes your first date seriously.
• He never dated someone he liked so much, so he feels very nervous as he wants this to be perfect for you.
• You both known each other for a while now, so he knows your tastes and preferences.
• He passed the whole week planning this day, being sure you two are doing everything you like.
• "Atsushi-kun, if you don't write these reports for me my date with Y/N-chan is going to fail and she will be very sad (╯3╰) , Atsushi-kuuun~ Don't make a woman cryyy" "You are the one crying Dazai-san".
• When you met he can't stop complimenting you.
• "Ahh, my belladonna, you look beautiful in that dress~♡ Bet you'll look even better without it ԅ(≖‿≖ԅ) "
• Expect him to be clingy the whole day, hugging you from behind and walking hand in hand.
• You will have to stop him from his suicide attempts, a thing you already got used to.
• Avoid theme parks next time.
• "I'm sorry ma'am you can't enter the House of Mirrors, a moron tried to hang himself inside" "Y/N-chaaaan~, look at all this mirrors, it's like committing thousands of suicides at the same time!!"
• Also bear with his teasing. oh, don't pretend you don't like that
• "Nee, Y/N-chaan~ Let's go sit at the back, you have a better view from there"
• You didn't watched the movie at all.
• Mental note to yourself, avoid wearing a dress or a skirt if you actually plan to watch it.
• You will end up the day at the port, watching the sunset together. "This was a beautiful day Dazai, thank you".
• He knows he's not perfect, and that he puts you through a lot most of the times. But he'll do anything to see this smile on your face everyday.
You wake up in the middle of the night, your eyes wide open, body covered in cold sweat, you can hear your heart pounding like crazy inside your chest. You start taking deep breaths, slowly calming down, sitting up in your bed. It’s was that nightmare.
Not again. You think as you cover your face with your hands.
Why do I have to remember this now? Just, fuck- You hold yourself together as tears start to fill in your eyes, rage spreading through your body.
From the moment you came to the Devildom your life had changed completely, for obvious reasons. That’s why you decided to start fresh and leave everything behind, your old life, and the traumas.
I need to get out. You put on your shoes and head out of the room.
You never got the chance to talk about your past with the brothers, not that you wanted to neither, they had their own problems going on and you just wanted to bury everything deep down. Even when the beginning with them was a little harsh, you slowly started to grow fond with them and so they did with you, that’s how you started to be happy again, enjoying your days, making sure you suppressed all the hurt inside yourself.
You became especially close with the second youngest one, although most people think he only has room in his mind for food, you knew better than that. After the custard incident you had to share rooms, that’s when you got to know him deeper, his fears, his soft side, how he deeply cared for his brothers. You learned his favorite sport, the food he enjoyed the most and even his favorite shows. You found yourself spending more and more time together, sharing meals, cooking, talking, and taking little walks in the garden. He seemed to enjoy your company too.
It was almost impossible not to fall in love with him.
A smile forms in your face as you continue walking, “Damn Beel…you manage to make me feel better even when you’re not around”, you lightly laugh, feeling the pressure in your chest soothe a little bit.
You suddenly stop walking when find yourself at the kitchen entrance, you unconsciously came here. Maybe a glass of water will help.
As you enter the dark room looking for a glass you get lost in your thoughts again.
Everything was fine, you were laughing again, I mean, you even started to fall in love, you were better…or that was until the incident with Belphie. You knew his circumstances and what he had been through, it took you a while but after he apologized for everything you were able to trust him again. After all, you knew what it was to be hurt, so hurt that you only feel rage inside. He was not the big problem here. In that moment, he made you remember that. That’s when the nightmares began.
Being pinned to the ground, unable to move.
No, no, its fine, I already moved on from this.
Your body starts shaking again.
Their hands above you, everywhere through your body.
Stop, stop it, it’s enough, I don’t want to remember, I don’t.
You rely on the counter as you grab your head.
Big breaths, try to calm down, take big breaths, you are okay.
Their breath against your skin.
“What happened? Are you okay?”
The sudden voice in the room makes you jump, a faint scream parting your lips.
“It’s okay, it’s me, calm down, I’m here”.
Beel enters the dark room, slowly closing the distance between you two.
No, he can’t see me like this.
“Oh, hey, Beel, I’m, what are you doing here? I’m fine, It’s just-“. He cuts your blabbering surrounding you with his arms. You stay still, eyes wide in surprise it was the first time he hold you like that.
“Listen” he talks softly, holding you tightly. “I know you’ve been through something, I noticed. How you space out in the middle of a group conversation, how you discreetly flinch when someone approaches you from behind, how you sometimes force a smile on your face like everything is okay. I see it, I see you.”
No, No, Beel, stop, If, If you say it out loud-
“I never asked you anything because I will never force you to tell me something you are not comfortable with. But this I can’t stand seeing you like this, so hurt. Whatever happened to you, whatever it is that you feel I’m-“
He presses you closer to his chest, his chin resting on the top of your head. “I’m here, I’m here to help you, you don’t have to suffer alone anymore.”
The tears you’ve been holding back start running through your cheeks, you start sobbing, hiding your face in his chest, holding tightly to his clothes.
“Beel if, you say it out loud, you, you, make it real again” you manage to say before you completely break in his arms.
A pained expression crosses his face, but he never stops holding you, as if he fears you would shatter in pieces if he lets you go. He caress your hair softly as the minutes pass by, waiting patiently as you finally let out all your pain.
He doesn’t remember when he started noticing this certain behaviours in you, neither when he started to care so deeply about you. He would make sure you had all your proper meals, to invite you for a walk every time he saw you lonely, to be careful on the way he approached and talked to you so you wouldn’t feel pressured. He enjoyed so much the moments you shared together, it was different from the feeling he got when he spent time with his brothers or when he ate his favorite food. He couldn’t quite describe his feelings for you… until now.
Seeing you like this, so broken and vulnerable, made him realize two important things. First he would kill anyone who dared hurt you again, and second…he loves you. Loves your smile, your scent, your touch, your voice, your perfections and imperfections. When did he fall so deep for you? It doesn’t matters anyways, there’s no one he would rather fall in love than you.
Eventually you manage to calm yourself, slowly parting a bit as you let go your grip. He reaches out to grab some napkins, while he still surrounds you with his other arm.
“Here” he gently cleans the tears from your face and hands you the other napkins.
“Thank you Beel” you murmur.
“Anything you need, whenever you need it I’m here for you, you know that, right?” he says as he looks at you with only affection in his eyes.
“Thank you, seriously I just…have a hard time talking, it hurts acknowledging past memories. I managed to keep everything hidden, until the nightmares began”, you say quietly, finally gazing up at him, catching those beautiful violish/pink eyes. A subtle blush spreads across your face.
“But hey, it won’t be nice for you if you have to see me like this” you say playfully, distress finally leaving you.
He gently grabs your face and looks directly at you “I think your puffy eyes look adorable. No matter how you look, I want to be there for you. I want to help you heal all the pain you have inside, please understand, you don’t have to keep everything for yourself anymore, I want to be with you.”
He gently leans his face close to you, “Can I?” he asks, a subtle pink covering his cheeks. You feel the heat buildup in your chest, slowly closing your eyes you nod your head. He finally closes the small distance between you placing his lips on yours. He moves softly and delicately, parting your lips gently with his tongue to taste you. You follow his moves almost naturally, moving your hands to the back of his head, grabbing softly his hair. He hums in your mouth, asking for more. You open your mouth a bit, letting him in completely, devouring the taste of his mouth, the smell of his skin, hands all over you as subtle pants that start filling the room.
After a moment, you separate to catch your breaths, foreheads touching, eyes full of lust. “Hmm, I love how you taste” he breathes out, hugging you once again.
Once the dizziness starts dissipating you separate, a heavy blush still covering your face.
You look at him as he moves to the cupboard and grabs two cups, “How about something warm? It will help you go to sleep” his soft puppy smile appearing in his face.
You look fondly at him. Maybe this time I’ll truly be able overcome everything.
“Chocolate milk for me please!” you answer him with a smile on your face.
