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𝐼𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝒹𝓊𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒩𝑒𝓌 𝒜𝓊! 𝒩𝑒𝑔𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝐹𝓊𝓀𝓊𝓏𝒶𝓌𝒶 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 [𝐹𝑒𝓂]

“Growing up I was quite… lonely. I looked a lot like my mother, so Fukuzawa didn’t look at me. Or rather… he couldn't bear himself to look at me. He always preferred Ranpo and now that I’ve grown up, I understand why. But just because I understand doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt, I just got used to it."

"I think back on the child I was and wonder how I turned out like this. Was there anything I could’ve done to change how I am now or was there really nothing I could do because it wasn’t my fault I turned out like this?”

"Hmm? Why do I call my father by his last name? Why not take a guess?"

“Every and all information is available at the right price.”

"Would you like to gamble with fate? How much are you willing to wager?"

"You'll lose your mind trying to understand mine."

"You've gotten weak."

"What's the prob? Dog."

"Morals? What's that?"

Character info:

Birth certificate name: Y/n Fukuzawa

Current legal name: Y/n L/n

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Ability: Cyberpunk

Vigilante name: Himitsu

Famously known names: The Damselette, The Fallen Angel, The Gambling Queen, The Queen of the Underground, The Smiling Shadow

Signature characteristics: Glowing purple eyes, Purple and Black Kitsune mask, Mechanical wings that are white on the left and black on the right, Purple and black gambling cards she leaves at her victims bodies

Backstory: Became a vigilante at 12, instantly gaining fame and support for assassinating men with pedophile and rape charges who are roaming freely, thus earning the name The Damselette. Is later seen at night clubs selling and gambling information, essentially becoming an information broker, thus being the Queen of the Underground as she is able to provide any information at all, even well known figures in the underground go to her for information. No one has ever seen Himitsu's real face completely as she is always seen wearing her signature purple and black kitsune mask, the most people have seen is her lower face. Also gained the name, The Gambling Queen, as she has never lost a gamble. The name, The Smiling Shadow, came from how her purple and black kitsune mask has a unique design in which it seems as though the mask is smiling widely.

Current life: Being the hacker/coder for the ADA. While also being Himitsu as her secret second life.

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how you can help palestine

*i regularly update this post with any new info i find so please always reblog the original post*

Donations

donations currently reaching gaza:

help buy e-sims for people in gaza (PLEASE HELP CONNECT GAZANS TO THE WORLD. if you would like to stay updated, please follow @/Mirna_elhelbawi on twitter)

donate to get food packages to gaza - care for gaza

support palestinians: buy a keffiyeh from the last and only factory in palestine - hirbawi

donate to ahmed (@/90-ghost on tumblr) (he is born, raised and based in gaza. please help him reach his goal of $25K to get his family to safety across the rafah border into egypt. as of right now… it’s 5K per person to evacuate gaza)

secondary donations:

palestine children's relief fund

palestine red crescent society

save palestine - islamic relief canada

send medical supplies to gaza - palestinian american medical association

click to donate - arab.org

donate for the recovery of hisham awartani - gofundme

one of the three palestinian students shot by a racist in vermont for wearing kufiyas and speaking arabic. hisham’s injuries have left him paralysed from below the chest.

help bring down israel's weapon trade - palaction

NOTE: journalists based in gaza are saying a demand for ceasefire is the priority as not all donations are reaching gazans (focus on the donations that are directly reaching gaza). so please contact your local MPs every single day demanding as such. palestine need a permanent ceasefire.

Petitions

petition to investigate war crimes committed by israeli military

demand ceasefire - amnesty.org

open call for immediate ceasefire

american government call for immediate ceasefire

american government to stop funding israeli military

ceasefire and increase humanitarian assistance - oxfam au

petition to get canva to address their pro-israel stance

invoke the genocide convention to call for ceasefire in gaza - world beyond war

location specific petitions

gaza call for ceasefire - oxfam (UK)

end israeli occupation - parliament uk (UK)

email your MP - medical aid for palestine (UK)

protect gaza civilians - islamic relief (UK)

stop fuelling genocide - action network (USA)

@ biden: call for ceasefire now - move on (USA)

ceasefirenow.com - jewishvoiceofpeace (USA)

call congress and demand a ceasefire - uscpr (USA - they provide a script of what you should say, so don't worry about it)

note: you can call everyday. they tally the number of calls per issue. so more calls = higher chance for them to take action. p.s. you mainly go to voicemail so don’t worry about phone call anxiety. fight through it just this once please.

australia call on israel to stop attacking palestinians - apan (AUS)

immediate ceasefire and increase in humanitarian aid in gaza - actionaid (AUS)

email your MPs - stand with palestine (AUS)

sign to send letter to MP for ceasefire - nccm (CANADA)

ceasefire now! - ijv (CANADA)

ceasefire and allow aid to enter gaza - oxfam (CANADA)

call on your local mayor and council to demand ceasefire - LeadNow (CANADA)

cessez-le-feu et un couloir humanitaire - le mouvement (FRANCE)

écrivez aux député-es et sénateurs-trices - association france palestine solidarité (FRANCE)

write to your député - assemblée nationale (FRANCE)

skydda civilbefolkningen i gaza! - mittskifte (SWEDEN)

singaporeans call for immediate ceasefire (SIN)

contact your elected reps and demand a ceasefire (GERMANY)

write to the EU demanding a ceasefire (EUROPE)

template of letters you can send (EU)

guide on how to contact your MPs in EU

p.s. if the template is outdated, just use it as a guide and add a few sentences here and there that reflect the current situation. i can’t find any recent templates so :/ at least this is something

multiple actions you can take to help palestine - plant een olifbloom (NETHERLANDS)

includes: links for donations, emails to MP, emails to media, links to petitions and demonstrations

den haag, maak nú werk van vrede in israël/Palestina - the right forum (NETHERLANDS)

māori call for palestine - ourActionStation (NZ)

special visa for palestinians in gaza with family in NZ - NZ parliament/pāremata aotearoa (NZ)

deem israeli actions as war crimes - NZ parliament/pāremata aotearoa (NZ)

basta ao genocídio em Gaza! - awaaz (BRAZIL)

globo e grande mídia, parem de desumanizar civis palestinos - the intercept (BRAZIL)

Campaigns

friends of al-aqsa

❥ UK-specific

urge your MP to speak up for palestine

hands off al-aqsa

stop administrative detention

petition for UK to stop arming israel

❥ International

boycott puma — email them to end their partnership with israel

boycott coca-cola

palestine action

join the resistance

islamic relief canada

urge your MP to rally for ceasefire

decolonise palestine

poster campaign to raise awareness on the war crimes being committed against palestinians | (very very important please share + read the sources provided)

text/call campaign for people living in USA

text CEASEFIRE @ 51905 to call for a ceasefire

text RESIST @ 50409 to send a letter to your representatives to pass HR3103–a bill that prohibits tax dollars from going to israel

download 5Calls app to contact members of your congress | (more info)

fax campaign for people in the USA

go on this website to send 5 free faxes per day

here’s a link to a pre-written fax copy you can download to send (the first link on the linktree)

here’s a video that explains how to fax your senator (it’s very easy and all you need is a valid email address)

BDS movement

get involved in boycotting companies associated with israel

please let me know if you have any more links. i will add them in. and please reblog the original post!!

UPCOMING PROTESTS

PALESTINIAN LITERATURE READING LIST

Tbh after reading a bunch of yandere bsd x reader with all kind of aus, I want to see one where we basically fictional and unreal to them, like Miku or something, and they are basically just obsessed with us, and some of them, like Fyodor or Dazai, would take a page of the Book to just bring us to life like Sigma situation and idk, do things with us???

I just kind of want to reverse our role with them and see how they would react. (I want to see Dazai miserable enough to bring us to life with The Book :)))) )

Me & my hubby!

—When you accidentally introduce your boyfriend as your husband

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings: Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor, Ranpo, Akutagawa, Jouno X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Format: Drabble

Warnings: Suggestive content in Dazai's

Word Count: 1.6K

A/n: This is very rushed so sorry if its not well written

↳Osamu Dazai

As the door of the fitting room opened, your boyfriend came into sight. The white tuxedo hugged his slim frame perfectly, making his tall figure stand out even more. The color had given him an elegant look, which nearly made you wonder if he was the playful guy you were dating.

Dazai smirked as he picked up on your stun and flashed you a cheeky smirk. "Like what you see, Bella? You're staring a little too hard you know~"

Suddenly the fitting room seemed like the perfect place to show him how much you actually liked his new look. It didn't matter if you made a mess out of the tux, since you were about to buy it anyway.

"Oh Osamu... You should wear white more often"

"Everything alright here?"

The salesclerk was checking up on you with a warm smile.

"Ah yes! We would like to buy this one. It looks gorgeous on my husband"

You didn't exactly pay attention to your words, but seeing Dazai's eyebrows jump in surprise made you question your statement, and...

Oh.

Anxiety washed over you as you weren't exactly unfamiliar with your partner's commitment issues, but much to your surprise, Dazai wasn't upset nor terrified; his huge ass grin was showing off his joy and flatter.

"I'm her husband!"

For god's sake.

The salesclerk on the other hand was looking at you oddly, probably questioning her life choices.

"Ah, ok. Well then would you mind taking the tuxedo off? I'll wrap it up for you"

A snicker left your boyfriend's lips as he pulled you close by your waist. "Sure, but I might need my wife's help to take my clothes off. Will you be kind enough to help me out, Anata?"

"Oh shut up already!"

↳Chuuya Nakahara

One of the benefits of working at the same organization was that when your boyfriend had a mission overseas, you could go with him.

You had just arrived to your hotel after a five hour flight, which made you tired as hell since you couldn't sleep on the airplane. Although that wasn't enough to lessen your excitement for going on what could be some kind of a trip after you finish the job.

"Have you made a reservation beforehand ma'am?"

"No, it was kind of rushed. Would that be a problem?"

The receptionist shook his head to the side. "Not at all. Lucky for you, we still have some rooms available"

The door of the hotel opened and Chuuya came in, approaching you with your luggage in his hand. You looked back at the receptionist. "Great! Then I'd like a room for two people. We're going to be here for a while since my husband needs to take care of some stuff from work; right, honey?"

Chuuya froze in the spot and a light shade of crimson appeared on his cheeks. This was definitely unexpected. It made him feel butterflies in his stomach in a good way and somehow questioned all the logic that made him avoid thinking about the future of your relationship.

"Well your husband doesn't seem to be sure" The receptionist commented in a humorous way. "Alright then, here's your key"

On the way to your room there was a silence that couldn't exactly be marked as "uncomfortable". Chuuya was wearing a warm smile yet so drowned in his thoughts that you refused to take him out of his zone. However, when you reached the door, he suddenly lifted you up, making you suddenly gasp and gaze at him with astonishment.

"What are you doing?"

"What a good husband is supposed to do"

The familiar beam was back on his face.

"I'm carrying my wife to our shared hotel room"

↳Ranpo Edogawa

"Ranpo! You can't eat this whole cake!"

Going to the bakery had become some sort of tradition since you and your boyfriend started dating. You went there every afternoon, tasted the new pastries, you lectured him to not get carried away and he stopped you by shoving a cookie in your mouth. That was pretty much repetitive, except that something extra was coming along today.

"I can and I will. That's why it's called sample y/n" He munched on his cheesecake, delighted by the sweet taste lingering in his mouth.

"Well Mr. detective, It's a sample so you should just take one bite and then move on! If you like it then just buy one!"

The baker chuckled and walked toward you. She knew you since you were regulars there, and she had enough respect for the president to not throw a tantrum over a few pieces of cake. "It's alright Miss y/n. Let the man eat his sweets"

"You don't understand ma'am! My husband eats way too much sweets and that's not healthy at all! What if he comes down with diabetes or something?!"

Ranpo stopped chewing for a brief second and looked at you from the corner of his eye. The lady on the other hand, was more excited than shocked. "You got married? Oh! Congratulations! It's nice to know that Mr. Ranpo has finally settled down!"

You didn't know if you should correct yourself or hide your red cheeks. "I— I meant that— " "Please have some more cake! They're on the house. Consider them a gift from me"

As she left you alone, you finally turned to your boyfriend to see his reaction, which was exactly the way you expected it to be; smug and playful. "Ah, I went into this marriage with so much hope"

"Oh grow up!"

↳Fyodor Dostoevsky

"How's your steak honey?" You asked, looking at your boyfriend with curiosity. He had been taking bites reluctantly, swallowing without actually tasting the meat.

"It's burnt to a crisp, even though I ordered it medium rare" He gently wiped his mouth with the napkin, placing the cutlery on the table. You gave the dish a once over and flagged the waiter down. After a while he approached your table. "Is there a problem, ma'am?"

"Yes. My husband ordered his steak medium rare and as you can see, this is not what he asked for"

My... Husband?

"Eh, so... He'd like his steak... Medium rare... Please?" Awkwardness was hitting you and you really didn't want to be alone with Fyodor right now, but unfortunately, you were on a date and there were no way to escape from it.

The waiter excused himself after apologizing and taking the plate back to the kitchen. He did find your sudden change of expression odd, but he didn't say anything since he wasn't asking for less tip. However, Fyodor was completely ready to bring it up. You could tell that based on his grin, but you were doing your best not to face him at that moment.

Not that it was enough to stop him.

"How's your pasta Mrs. Dostoevsky?" "Fedya! Stop!"

↳Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

Getting sick on valentine's day was not originally your plan, but at least you got to visit the doctor together. You were now waiting for the secretary to call your names.

"How long should we wait?"

Covering your mouth with a tissue, you lightly coughed. "Anytime now. All the people ahead of us went inside"

Akutagawa glanced at the door of the doctor's office and nodded. He had made a reservation at your favorite restaurant today and was planning to take you to some place nice afterwards, get on one knee and ask you to spend the rest of your life with him, but you suddenly got sick. It's not like he could be mad at you. It was not your fault, but... It seemed like the perfect opportunity. The perfect day for a memorable gesture...

"Mrs. Akutagawa! You're up"

Akutagawa.

She was referring to you, with his last name.

You had introduced yourself as Akutagawa. He was sure you did it accidentally since your face was redder than a tomato now, but still, he never thought hearing it would feel so... special.

The raven-haired man held your hand and leaded you to the doctors office, a ghost of a smile spread on his face. He might've lost the chance to propose now, but it's not the end of the world. You're stuck with him and not going anywhere, so he would try to make the perfect plan for a perfect proposal, for the perfect girl.

↳Saigiku Jouno

"Are you sure this is the store?" Your boyfriend crossed his arms.

"For the thousandth time! Yes!" "Well, you were also sure that you knew my size but it turns out you were wrong" "Ugh! Let's just get inside!"

Thanks to his job, Jouno was always on endless missions and barely had time to rest, let alone go shopping. You this T-shirt when you were walking by and you just couldn't help but to imagine your boyfriend in it. It might've cheered him up if it was his size.

The clerk recognized you the second you set foot in the store. "Oh hi ma'am! Welcome back!"

"Hi Amaya. Thank you. So, remember how I was not sure if the T-shirt was my boyfriend's size?"

She only nodded with a forced smile, because how could she forgot? You spent fifteen minutes staring at the T-shirt, wondering if it would fit him.

"Well, it wasn't" Jouno's smile got wider and you sighed. "Yeah yeah, I admit it. I don't know what size is suitable for my husband. I'm the worst partner ever. Can we please change this one and leave?"

"I don't understand ma'am"

For real? You just can't take a break.

"I'm saying that the T-shirt was too big for him!" "Yeah I got that, but I thought he was your boyfriend?" "What do you mean you— oh!"

No.

No no no no no no no no.

Jouno's smirk was still on, and now with a little smugness. He was clearly enjoying himself.

"If this is your way of proposing, it's really lame" "Oh shut up you big jerk!"

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Hey guys! It’s Cami , this is my new writing blog. My old writing blog @akutagawasbitches is now going to be my random bungou dogs content blog and i’ll only post my writing here on this blog so please follow and send in any requests! I will also be finishing up the requests currently in my old blogs inbox dont worry! 

Patched up

Here’s a little drabble I spontaneously wrote for @skateme2yokohama for her follower’s milestone! Please enjoy love, I hope you like it <3 

Dazai winced at the stinging pain coming from his abdomen. You gently dabbed at his bleeding wound with an alcohol-soaked rag to try clean the wound. It wasn’t deep, just superficial but you could tell it hurt a lot from his pained expression.  You hesitated and asked softly

“Do you want me to stop? Is it too painful?”

Dazai blinked and replied softly “No, it’s fine. Please keep going.”

Swallowing, you continued to lightly dab at the exposed flesh until you finished cleaning his wound. Frowning slightly, you lightly begin to bandage the wound. Dazai watches you softly and smiles at how beautiful you were. He couldn’t understand why you would go out of your way to treat him when Yosano could just do it. But you insisted and now you were here, bandaging him up. Your delicate hands lightly brushing against his skin made his heart hammer out of his chest. Suddenly, your voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

“There I’m all done Dazai. Is there anything else I can do to help?” You had a small smile when you said that, your eyes filled with love and admiration. He never understood how he was so lucky to have someone like you in his life.

“Ah my belladonna, I am afraid I’m dying, and I need you to revive me with a kiss.” He exclaimed, dramatically throwing himself down into the floor before looking up and smiling at her.  Sighing you sit down next to him and kiss his cheek.

“That’s it?” He exclaims slightly offended. “That’s your kiss of life? That could barely revive a bug, belladonna!”

You raise your eyebrow and kiss his lips lightly. He smiles and kisses you back passionately, both of you lost in the kiss. Suddenly Kunikida walks in and yells at both of you to cut out the PDA at the office.

“If you have the strength to eat Y/N’s face Dazai, you have the strength to fill out your injury report!” He yelled, walking away with his face red as a tomato. Dazai rolled his eyes and smiled at you, you were blushing bright red after being caught. Dazai gently kissed you and smiled.

“I think you’ve brought me back to life with that kiss belladonna!” He yelled excitedly; a huge smug grin plastered across his face. You giggled and lightly smacked him. He grabs your hands and pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you.  He looked at you, with eyes full of awe and love and softly said

“I love you”

Smiling you kissed him, resting your head on his chest. Finally, he felt at peace.

Finally, he was whole.

(I’m sorry this was so short) 

Could you do Akutagawa with a tall s/o? Scenario or headcanons, which ever is easier!!

I decided on headcannons as I couldn’t really think of a way to write the scenario without it being super specific! I hope that’s okay!

Akutagawa isn’t as short as Chuuya, but he is definitely average height so when he first meets his s/o, the first thing he notices is their height

He does not care too much about them being taller than him but that changes a tiny bit when they start dating

He feels slightly emasculated when they have to get things off the shelf for him because he can’t reach

So he starts using Rashomon to get things off the shelf for himself.

He doesn’t really mind when they wear heels too much honestly, he gets over his feelings of being emasculated pretty quick

He absolutely refuses to be little spoon, always big spoon.

He enjoys having them lay down on his lap while reading or watching tv because it makes him feel soft but also like he’s protecting them.

He only allows himself to be little spoon when he’s having nightmares

He loves to hug his S/O from behind and rest his head against their back/shoulders (depending on how tall they are)

Does pretty much everything he can for them so he still feels useful which includes using Rashomon to get stuff of the shelves for them even if they can get it themselves

“Aku I can get it myself.” “No.”

He will grab his s/o’s shirt and yank them down to his height whenever he wants a kiss

He point blank refuses to go on his tiptoes to kiss them.

If anyone comments on their height difference, he’ll have Rashomon snapping at their heels.

Same goes for if anyone makes them feel bad about their height.

If his s/o ever feels insecure about their height, he’ll call them an idiot and point out that a lot of people want to be taller so they should embrace it.

He’ll buy them clothes and have them specially tailored, so they fit them properly since he knows they hate it when their clothes are too short.

He leaves them little notes to remind them of how beautiful they are if he notices his s/o feeling down about their height

Overall he treats his s/o like anyone else but with a bit more softness

I hope you liked these! Again thank you for sending in your request, I had fun writing these ❤️

Request for @sun-daddy-yoriichi

Hmm, since I've had it on my mind for a while, how about some angst with Akutagawa? Possibly where he loses control of Rashomon during a fight and ends up almost killing his S/O. How it ends is entirely up to you, though! Fluff or angst, I'll just be happy if you accept my request.

 I oved writing this! My apologies for taking so long to write it. I hope you enjoy it! <3

Gunshots were firing all around her. She dove and took cover behind a cargo box, trying to catch her breath. Gripping the gun, her hands were shaking. She couldn’t shoot straight, not when she could barely hold the gun. Her palms were pouring out sweat, making the gun slippery. “Where is he?” she thought to herself. This was meant to have been an easy recon mission, in and out but it had gone wrong. They knew that she was coming and retaliated straight away, firing a hailstorm of bullets her way before she even knew what was going on.  Her partner was nowhere to be seen. Akutagawa was meant to be her protection, to get rid of any possible enemies before hand so she could run in and grab the USB drive with the information they needed. But he was nowhere to be seen. She was confused and frightened, Akutagawa took his job deathly serious so she didn’t understand why she couldn’t see him. “He was behind me before we got here but maybe he took a different route and ran into trouble” she muttered to herself.

Suddenly she heard screams and peeked around the cargo box where she was hiding. The enemy were scattering like rats, but it did them no good. Glowing tendrils stabbed through them like spears, piercing through their bodies causing them to cough out blood. Blood splatters everywhere and stains the floor red. Their bodies are thrown aside and splatter into the wall, making horrible crunching noise as their bones break and organs implode.

She spotted one more enemy who was wearing a black mask. Frowning, she peered up at him through her binoculars trying to get a better look. She spotted a symbol on his mask and started to panic. He was the dangerous ability user they were told to avoid at all costs. Panicking she started to yell at Akutagawa to run but before he heard her, the masked man threw a grenade down which exploded, releasing gas. Quickly covering her nose and mouth with her shirt, she began to look for Akutagawa.

“Please be okay” she whispered to herself, frantically looking for him through the cloud of gas. She had only been at the Port Mafia for a few years, but Akutagawa made it bearable. His quiet demeanour was calming, and he always knew how to make her smile, whether it was holding her hand or holding the door open for her. It had nearly been a year since they started dating but Akutagawa never told her that he loved her, but she didn’t need to hear it. She knew he did through his actions and him a lot gentler around her. She heard groaning and ran over to the noise.

She could barely see through the thick cloud of gas, but she spotted a figure dressed in all black lying down. She sprinted over to him and began checking to see if he was alright. Before she could touch him, a black tendril shot out and nearly stabbed her in the eye. She jumped back, confused and terrified.

“Aku….? A-Are you alright? It’s me.” She said, her voice slightly shaky.

Groaning, he snapped his head up, staring into her eyes with his own. But they weren’t their normal grey colour like rainclouds but blood red.

“Rashomon!” He yelled, summoning the black beast. A black spike shot out stabbing you in the chest, causing you to spit out blood. “How dare you try attack me! You’re a pathetic worm under my boot and I will crush you. Now die so I can recover what I need.”

She blinked confused, holding her hand against her wound to try stem the bleeding. He didn’t recognise her. He had never looked at her with such venomous hatred before.

Why was he acting like this? Did she do something wrong? Tears streamed down her face as she looked at the man, she loved with her entire being stare back at her with such hatred.

“What did I do?! I didn’t do anything Aku! Please! I love you! Please stop I-“  She was interrupted with another black spike piercing through her chest, skewering through her lifting her off the ground. Falling to the floor she began to cry, and she felt herself start to bleed out.  The thick cloud of gas started to dissipate.

“Ryunosuke…. please.” she whispered, her eyes welling up. He frowned and started to get ready to strike her again when his eyes started to regain their soft grey colour. The red started to fade away like clouds after a storm.

Blinking as he started to regain his full consciousness, he looked around at his surrounding and saw her body on the ground. He let out a pained scream and sobbed over her bleeding body. He stroked her cheek and whispered apologies over and over again. He cursed himself for being so weak that he fell under the influence of the gas. He howled in pain as he held her body close to his.

He choked out through sobs, three words she never thought she’d hear. “I love you. I’m so sorry. I love you more than anything. Only the weak die yet you are strong so please. Please don’t leave me.” He whispered, holding her close.

He could feel your weak heartbeat, causing him to desperately cling to her. Using all her strength, she reached her arm up to gently wipe away his tears.

“I love you too.” She murmured, gently holding his cheek in her hand. Leaning down Akutagawa placed a gentle kiss on her lips as he lifted her up and carried her off to the Port Mafia headquarters to get patched up.

I wrote a little fluffy drabble for my lovely angel @dazedbydazai! I hope you like it my love <3 

You couldn’t stop yourself. You were hyperventilating, you couldn’t breathe. You felt like you were drowning. You clutched your chest as you tried to control your breathing.

“Deep breaths. In. Out.” You mutter to yourself, trying to regulate your breaths. You could feel yourself physically shaking like a leaf in the wind. Hands shaking, you reach for your phone to call your boyfriend, but you couldn’t dial his number, your hands were shaking too bad. The world felt like it was on your shoulders, slowly crushing you.

You didn’t know what set you off. You were doing fine, just going through reports when a sense of dread set in and you left like you were going to die. “Everything will end and fall apart” is all you could think about.  Your mistakes were choking you whilst your regrets crushed your lungs by stomping in your lungs. At least that’s what it felt like.

You sat there, rocking yourself back and forth waiting for the feeling of being consumed by your anxiety to leave but it felt endless. Like you were lost at sea and there was no land in sight so your only option was to drown one day. Breathing heavily, you didn’t notice the door opening and your boyfriend quickly walking towards you. Kneeling down next to you, he gently grabbed your hands pulling them away from your face, making you look up at him.  Gently cupping your face, he softly spoke

“Baby what’s wrong? Why are you shaking? Did something happen?”

He stared at you taking in your dishevelled appearance, checking to see if you’d been hurt in any way. He couldn’t lie. Him being part of the Port Mafia and an executive at that put you in danger and it scared him. That one day he’ll come home, and you’d be dead or kidnapped. But both of those hurt less than seeing you curled up in a ball, rocking yourself while you cried. It broke his heart.

He rubbed your back and tried to calm you down so you could talk to him.

“Baby please talk to me. I can’t help if you don’t talk to me.” He murmured into your hair softly. Hiccupping and sniffling, you muttered about what was wrong. The feeling of all your worries and anxieties crashing down on you like a tidal wave. Your fears eating you up while your regrets and failures mocked you. After you finished explaining through sniffles and hiccups, Chuuya stands up.

Quietly he leaves the room. “He’s ashamed of me. He probably thinks I’m weak and doesn’t want to be around someone like me. I just ruin the mood and everything. I should’ve lied….” You thought to yourself, self-deprecating thoughts clouding your mind. You start to bury your face in your hands, your thoughts overwhelming you once again when a calloused hand pries your hands away. Pulling you up from where you where curled up, Chuuya led you into the kitchen.

Blinking in surprise, you took in everything. One countertop were covered in different ingredients: flour, eggs, sugar, and various types of chocolate. There’s two glasses of wine on the other countertop had two glasses of wine, with candles illuminating the room. You turn to see Chuuya blushing and smiling softly.

“I thought we could bake together and enjoy it with some wine. I’m not great with words but I thought doing something that keeps you busy might take everything off your mind. Keeping busy helps me at least so I thought I’d try. Do you want to have a go?” He muttered quietly.  Smiling, your eyes start to water at the kind gesture

“Chuuya… I don’t know what to say… This is so so sweet.” You gasp, trying not to cry. Chuuya gently cupped your cheek and kissed it lightly.

“You deserve something as sweet as you my love.” He grinned. You blush slightly and mutter quietly, hoping he doesn’t hear.

“No, I don’t. You deserve someone better. Someone who doesn’t get consumed by their own thoughts. Someone who doesn’t get overwhelmed so easily. Someone stronger. Someone better than me….”

Chuuya frowns at your comments and grabs your face, turning it to face his. His ocean blue eyes stare into yours, getting you lost in his gaze. Firmly, he starts to speak.

“You are strong. Don’t lie and bring yourself over thoughts. I love you despite your bad days. Everyone has bad days when they get overwhelmed, especially if things are difficult but it doesn’t make you weak. Crying doesn’t make you weak, what makes you weak is not having the strength to face your feelings then let them out. Bottling your feelings rots away your heart. So, you’re not weak for letting them out.  Everyone gets stuck with their thoughts; it is part of being human. Having thoughts, even bad ones is what makes you human. Your emotions and thoughts make you human. The pain and anxieties mean you’re alive. In the end thoughts can consume you, but you have to remember that they are just thoughts. Your brain is lying to you. You’re strong, wonderful and beautiful. You’re also human.”  He remarks, passion etched into every word he spoke.  

You sigh quietly and press your forehead against his.

“Thank you. I needed to hear that.” You quietly murmur. Smiling, he places a gentle kiss on your forehead

“Anytime. I’m always here for you. I love you, flaws and all.” He laughs, gently tapping your nose. “Now I think it’s time we started baking, don’t you?”

Hours had passed. You both were covered in flour drinking the wine Chuuya bought. It was delicious but not as delicious as the cookies the two of you both. Sitting on top of the counter with your legs dangling off, you sipped your wine and smiled at your boyfriend. He was grinning and picked up a cookie and placed it between his teeth. Leaning forward, he lightly prods you with the cookie. You get the message and bite down on the other half of the cookie. He smiles as the two of you share the cookie together. Slowly your lips move closer to his and once the cookie is all gone, he kisses you and smiles

“Sweeter than sugar.” He whispers making you laugh.

“That would be you Chuuya. You didn’t have to do all this to cheer me up.” You said jokingly.

He smiles sweetly and replies “I know but I wanted to. I love seeing you smile so I wanted to make you smile since I could stare at that smile forever.”

Giggling you kiss him sweetly and he kisses back. He lifts you up. Smirking he whispers to you “Let’s go clean up together, yeah?” 

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Turn offs 

Chuuya is someone who has been through alot and has been manipulated in the past so if you are an manipulative person, he’d dislike that especially if you tried to manipulate him 

He doesn’t like weak minded or willed people. If you are easily swayed or don’t stand up for your beliefs, he’d think that's a weakness thus unattractive to him. 

He also doesn’t like superficial people i.e. someone who is only with him for his looks/ status or money. He may have all of those but he’s a busy man who doesn’t have time to waste on superficial people who don’t genuinely care for him 

He wont like anyone controlling either. If you don’t respect him enough to trust his decisions and have faith in his actions then he doesn't want you. He is a Port Mafia Executive for a reason and that reason is that he’s capable of taking care of situations by himself and making decisions

Going off the controlling part, he would hate it if his S/O or someone he’s interested in tried to change him i.e. get him to leave the Port Mafia. He’s devoted to the Mafia and he won’t leave them for anyone, no matter how special they are. It is part of his life and if they try change that, he views it as them not respecting him which is a huge turn off 

He wouldn't want an overly clingy S/O as he is often away on missions so he’d find someone who is overly reliant on him unattractive as it clashes with his lifestyle 

On the flip side he wouldn’t want someone who would smother/baby him too much as he’d find it insulting and demeaning to his reputation and himself. He is perfectly capable of looking after himself so someone babying him would irritate him I think 

Chuuya is someone who would enjoy teasing in my opinion but someone who teases him in public or flirts in order to annoy him would get under his skin and annoy him thus he’d view it as a turn off

On the other hand Chuuya would find it unattractive if someone one was too serious or couldn’t let loose. If they were too uptight and didn’t know how to have fun once in a while Chuuya would find them dull. 

Turn ons 

Chuuya finds it insanely attractive if someone lives life to the fullest and enjoys trying new things. If they are willing to go for random 3am motorcycle rides and watch the stars or go on a spontaneous trip to Paris, Chuuya will love them

He also finds it attractive if they introduce new things to him, since he works alot he doesn't often have time to try out new new things so if his S/O can show him a new bar in Yokohama or a new type of cuisine he’s never tried before, he’ll love them. This man chases after life and living life to the fullest so anyone who can help him is attractive to him 

He likes someone who is independent and can take care of themselves. He doesn’t need the responsibility of making sure his S/O is okay so he likes it if they can take care of themselves so he doesn’t have to worry about them while he’s busy on missions. 

He also likes strong minded people who aren’t afraid of backing down on their beliefs and opinions. He finds this attractive as it takes guts to stick by what you believe, which is something he greatly respects. 

He would like someone intelligent so he can talk to them and have deep conversations about whatever he likes, he dislikes superficial conversation in my opinion. 

We all know that Chuuya takes great care in his appearance, so he'd find it attractive if his S/O did the same.  Someone with good fashion taste would be ideal for CHuuya. I can see this man wanting to have matching outfits (stylish of course.)

He’d like it if his S/O was affectionate and showed him that they love him with small gestures like running him a bath when he got home or cooking him dinner. He is someone who’d appreciate physical affection so an affectionate S/O would be ideal for him. 

Someone who is mature enough to deal with his trauma would also be ideal, so someone who is open minded and a good listener would be attractive as it lets him vent when he needs to.  Also allows him to carry on working where he’s happy while having the support he needs. 

Finally I believe he’d find patience attractive. Someone who can handle his bad temper and still keep calm would be attractive as it would give him space to calm down as well and rationally talk things out rather than them escalating situation with their own temper. 

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It was a quiet rainy day, and everyone was minding their own business (for once). Nothing could’ve possibly ruined the relaxing silence…

“THE FLOOR IS LAVA!” 

Armed Detective Agency 

Before you even have a chance to move, Dazai is jumping straight up, entire body weight and all four spangly limbs, right into your arms. Whether you can actually hold him up- or you both end up eating the floor - he’ll insist that you’re his knight in shining armor and you simply must hold him

Atsushi, on the other hand, will waste no time before swooping you off your feet, even if it means he has to stand in the ‘lava’ himself. He’d absolutely fucking sprint to you and grab you if he needed to because he is a gentleman 

And of course, to no one’s surprise, Ranpo was the one who shouted it. He already had his ass parked on top of his desk, snacks surrounding him- though he’ll make room for you to hop up if you hurry (and will share his snacks if you trip someone on their way to safety) 

In typical Kunikida fashion, he’s there to wave around his notebook and demand everyone quit playing games and get back to work. Even so, he’ll easily catch you when you jump at him, cause I mean..he wasn’t just gonna let you fall [in lava]

Fukuzawa doesn’t exactly understand, so he’ll stand and watch everyone else scramble around. He’ll also help you climb on top of a desk (with eyes crinkled at the corners in amusement)

Having never played before, Kenji will also just stand around until you grab his hand and pull him towards the couch. A quick ‘hurry!’ from you and he’s laughing and jumping on the cushions with you, listening intently when you explain the game 

Junichiro tries to climb on your chair with you, whining when you place your foot on his chest to stop him. Surprisingly, he’ll just pick you up quickly before sitting down in your spot, curling his arms around you with a huff while you guys try to keep balance on one another, keeping your feet off the ground 

Port Mafia 

Chuuya would like to say he’s all cool and suave about it, but the second he processes those words, he’s activating his ability and floating over to grab you up off the floor too. He’ll hold you over his shoulder so the two of you can throw shit at everyone else scrambling around (while hovering mockingly above their heads) 

As usual, Akutagawa is stoned face while he remains unmoving from his seat. He’ll only blink when you hop on his lap, begrudgingly choosing to entertain your antics when you insist he pull his feet off the floor. And while he isn’t necessarily playing, he will knock others off their high spots with Rashomon 

Amusing as it is, Mori has no desire to participate himself. Elise is absolutely playing (as she’s the one who shouted it), so she’ll quickly shove him off his seat and beckon you over to come sit with her. He’ll pout as you laugh, not necessarily liking that he’s the only one remaining on the floor 

Tachihara is shoving you out of the way, no fucks given, because damnit- the floor is lava! Though if you stay where he pushed you, arms crossed and fake upset expression, he’ll reach out and drag you on the crate with him

Decay of Angels 

Fyodor will simply raise an eyebrow, looking up from his book to watch everyone fumble over themselves. When you attach yourself to the back of his chair, though, he chuckles in amusement and invests his entire attention to watching you bat away Nikolai from pushing you into the ‘lava’. He’ll offer up his seat after a while if you’re still playing 

[After being told what the game is beforehand] Sigma, still a bit hesitant, will tug on your hand and ask if you wanna share the table with him. He’ll gladly watch everyone else as they play, but if you ask, he’s happy to help you sabotage them too 

Without question, Nikolai is the one who shouted it. He’ll eagerly shove a chair your way, placing his own a few feet beside it. Entirely ignoring the chaos he’s created, Nik now busies himself with going back and forth with you, trying to knock each other off your chairs- and he will use his ability to try and cheat

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Dazai

He was used to you not answering your phone every time he called, you were an avid napper and he only called as much as he did to make sure you knew that he cared. He knew that you enjoyed waking up to see your phone screen filled with notifications from him, missed calls, and so many voicemails that the mailbox was filled completely.

He started getting slightly antsy when you didn't respond to any of his texts or calls by mid-evening. Sure, you napped a lot, but you never stayed asleep this long. You would at least have gotten up to use the restroom or get something to eat or something. "Maybe she just didn't check her phone..." He mused to himself, spinning around in his desk chair at the office, staring at his phone screen that was opened to your texts. He was waiting for those three little dots that would indicate that you were responding, that you were okay.

"Get off your phone, Dazai." Kunikida said, smacking the top of his head with his notebook as he walked by. He grunted and set his phone down on his desk, turning back to the work on the table. Sure, he didn't actually enjoy doing work, but it was the only thing that got his mind off the fact that you weren't writing back.

Back at the apartment you shot up in your bed, it felt like there was a giant weight on your chest, your head was pounding and your vision was going blurry as you felt the tears coming on. Nothing in particular had triggered your anxiety attack, sometimes it just happened. You clutched your hands to your chest as you kicked the blankets from around your legs, but they only got more tangled. Your breathing became harsher, the feeling of being trapped had you in a full blown panic and you kept kicking, trying to remove the blankets. You moved off the bed, and as you looked around you realized how dark it was. Your senses were heightened, you heard every noise from outside, you could feel the vibrations in the floor as trucks drove by, everything had you on edge.

You ran to the closet door, grabbing one of Dazai's shirts off the floor knowing that his scent would be on the shirt, you slumped down against the wall gripping the shirt tightly and bringing it up to your face, trying to find some comfort in his familiar musky scent. Your tears flowed silently as you rocked back and forth on the floor, trying to even out your breaths and calm down as much as you could.

It was 8:30 at night and you still hadn't responded to any of his calls or texts. He grabbed his coat off the back of his chair and slipped his arms through as he made his way out of the office. He was always the first person to leave, but nobody had ever seen Dazai move so quick. He ran out of the building, and luckily for him your apartment was only a block away. He started off in a sprint, his skin hyper aware, hoping to feel the much anticipated vibration of his phone in his pocket.

When he got to the apartment complex he saw that none of the lights were on in any of the windows and he began to panic, fumbling with the building key as he tried to unlock the main door to get in. He couldn't steady his hands and it took him a full two minutes just to get the key in the lock, but as soon as he did he had the door flung in and he was racing up that stairs, skipping two at a time to get to his floor as quick as he could.

He got to the apartment door and he was more careful this time, worrying that maybe someone was in there with you. He slowly unlocked the door and turned the handle, walking on his toes as he stepped into your shared apartment, careful not to make any of the floorboards creak or knock into anything. He didn't turn on any lights, but he could see in the moonlight that everything looked the same as the way he had left it this morning when he went to work. There was no sign of any struggling, but you were still nowhere to be found.

As he walked further into the house he could hear small whimpers coming from the bedroom. His mind jumped to conclusions, thinking that you had been attacked during your nap, and that the perpetrator had left you for dead. He ran as fast as he could, knocking into the decorative table that was against the wall, knocking off the pictures that had lined the table. He didn't care as the glass shattered against the hardwood floors, he just needed to get into the room.

He kicked open the bedroom door and heard your soft squeal from the closet. "Y/N?" He whispered your name as he walked over to the closet, opening the door to find you curled up in a ball on the floor of the closet. "Hey... you okay?" He asked, bending down to sit on the floor next to you. He was slightly taken aback as you scurried across the floor to move onto his lap, your arms wrapping around his neck, burying your face in his chest. "It's okay... It's okay, my belladonna. I'm here now."

He had only been slightly aware of your anxiety, you had never let on to him how bad it could get at any point during your relationship, and he surely hadn't seen you this bad off. It broke his heart to know that you had been crying by yourself in the closet for god knows how long. He cradled you against his chest, his arms loosely wrapped around you, not wanting you to feel too constricted in his hold, but he didn't want to let you go.

He would always nonchalantly ask how you were feeling every morning, making sure you were okay before he left for work. He set your phone up with a special ringtone for his calls and texts only so you knew it was him, and his texts would always be things along the lines of him telling you he loved you or asking if you were okay.

You were his beautiful belladonna, his one and only, and he wanted nothing more than for you to be okay.

Chuuya

He kissed you softly before leaving, not able to look directly at you as you pouted at him from the bed. It was supposed to be his day off, you had planned the entire day for the two of you and it was centered around him specifically. "I'll try to be back soon, baby." He said, trying not to let his frustration show through his words, he felt just as bad about leaving as you did seeing him leave.

When he got to work he realized that he had left his phone back at the penthouse, he was forgetful when he was aggravated. Now he couldn't even text you to let you know that he loved you, to tell you that he couldn't wait to see you. He was pissed at Mori for calling him in, and he was pissed at himself for accepting it. He could have said no, he should have said no. He knew that you had spent all week planning for this day, the two of you had been looking forward to it since the beginning of the week when he had informed you that he had a day off.

His phone started ringing and he picked it up, not giving the person on the other end a second to speak before he started screaming. "Will you just piss off! Leave me alone for a god damned minute!" He slammed the phone down onto the receiver and sighed. It felt good to let some of his anger out, and he didn't really care who the unsuspecting victim was on the other end of the line. Leaning his head against the back of his chair he looked up at the clock on the wall, it was already three in the afternoon, he wondered what you were doing.

You had called his phone once, just wanting to hear his voice. You missed him even more right now, knowing that he should be here with you and he wasn't. It wasn't fair, but it also wasn't his fault. You knew that he couldn't say no to his boss, it didn't take away the sting of watching him walk out that door though.

When his phone started vibrating on the nightstand you couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed. He wasn't here, and now you couldn't even talk to him because he had left without his cellphone. You sat on the bed trying to figure out what to do, and then you had it, the best idea! You pulled up the number pad and began dialing the number, it would connect you directly to his office.

You pressed the call button and held the phone to your ear, the smile already forming on your face as you waited for his voice to come through. Your mouth opened to speak, but he was faster, screaming at you through the line and you could only sit in shock, your mouth still hanging open as his voice rang in your ears. You were about to respond but you heard the phone slam on his end, and then the dead silence right before the dial tone.

Did he know it was you? Was he mad at you for calling while he was at work? Did he not like you calling his office phone? Your hands were shaking, you couldn't even hold your phone. It dropped down to the bed next to you and you slowly got up, your movements were robotic as you made your way to the kitchen. You grabbed the shot glass out of the cabinet and poured yourself a shot of whiskey. You hated the taste, but you hoped that the sting of the alcohol hitting your stomach would overpower the sting from Chuuya's words.

It didn't take much, you were a lightweight, and you soon found out that your tolerance for whiskey was even lower than your tolerance for vodka. Your head felt heavy, and when you got up to go back into the bedroom it felt like the gravitational pull was fifty times stronger than it had been before you had drank. You used anything and everything as a crutch as you walked to the room, but it seemed like with every step you took, the door moved back further. You had lost your footing and began crawling at this point towards the door, the entire room was spinning.

You don't know how you got in the closet, but when the door was shut, no light shone through and the lack of lighting helped ease your headache. The only problem now was that you were stuck with your over analytical drunken thoughts, and that wasn't a good thing at all. He hated you, he was going to leave you, that's why he accepted the job offer. He didn't want to be with you today in the first place. He was cheating on you. Your call had interrupted his fling with another woman. You started crying, and it didn't seem like it would ever end, the thoughts only continued to grow more and more painful as you dwelled on them longer.

Chuuya was called into the meeting room, and as he sat around the table he looked at everyone's faces. He expected one of them to look pissed at him, or maybe call him out for being such an ass to them over the phone, but none of them seemed phased. He cleared his throat before speaking. "Which one of you fuckers called me earlier?" They all looked confused, none of them had called him, but now he was the one confused. "Well who else has my office number?"

"I gave Y/N your office phone number, just in case there was an emergency and-" He held his hand up to cut Kouyou off, his other hand pinching the bridge of his nose as her words sank in. None of them had called... you were the only other person who would have that number... He had talked to you that way...

"Dammit!" He shouted, pushing back from the large table. Everyone's eyes followed him as he stormed out of the room, running back to his office to call back the last number. It rang and rang, but there was no answer. Then it went to voicemail. "HEEEEYYYY!!! This is Y/N! I can't make it to the phone right now... Chuuya stop! That ticklessss...." The message stopped and the beep sounded, but he couldn't speak.

He grabbed his keys off his desk and ran out the door, trying to think of what he would say, what could he say? If he had just given you the chance to speak before going off this wouldn't even be an issue. How would you even react to seeing him running through the door? Would you allow him to take you in his arms, would you listen to his apology? Surely you couldn't believe that he would purposely talk to you that way! He loved you dearly, he would never talk to you in that tone, even when you piss him off, which was a rarity, he still was able to keep his cool with you. You were too important to him to even think of talking to you in such a way that risked having you leave him.

He ran out of the building to his car, shoving the key into the ignition and pulling out of the lot, his tires squealing as they peeled across the asphalt. His fears were taking over as he sped down the freeway, hoping that he could make it to the penthouse before you left. He was so scared that you would walk out on him, and although it seems silly that you wold leave him over something so seemingly small, he knew how sensitive you were. You were so delicate, fragile... he was so worried that he had broken you.

He ran into the penthouse, his body was going the same speed his sports car had been going down the highways. Getting to you was of the utmost importance, he had to apologize, he had to tell you that he didn't mean to speak to you that way at all. When he walked in he saw the bottle of whiskey out on the counter, it was still open, the lid laying next to it. The small shot glass had a small tinge of your lipstick on the brim, and although he didn't like the idea of you drinking by yourself, at least he knew that you were still there.

"Y/N? Baby, where are you at?" He called out, looking around the open living area. He would have seen you when he walked in if you were there though, so he made his way to the bathroom door, knocking lightly before opening the door and peaking in, only to find it empty. He turned to the bedroom door that was still slightly cracked open, and that's when he heard your quiet sobs coming from the room.

He pushed the door open and looked around, expecting to find you on the bed, but it was empty as well. The sound had definitely come from this room though, so he looked around the room. A small hiccup sounded from the closet and he made his way over, tapping his knuckle against the door rhythmically before asking if he could open the door. You didn't respond, and he didn't quite know if that meant yes or no, but he didn't want to keep you waiting for an explanation, and he didn't want to stand around while you were obviously crying behind the door. He turned the knob slowly and pulled the door open, and when he saw you it was like his heart broke.

You were curled in the fetal position on the floor, clinging onto one of his hoodies like it was a lifeline, sobbing into the fabric. Your body was trembling with the shaky intermittent breaths you took in between your silent sobs. He dropped to the floor, reaching out a hand to place on your shoulder, but you jerked away from his touch. "I'm so sorry, Y/N." He whispered weakly, it killed him seeing you cry, knowing that it was his fault only made it worse.

"Was she prettier than me? Do you love her?" Your voice was muffled behind the hoodie, and he wasn't sure if he heard you correctly. You peered up from the clothing, squinting your eyes as you tried to adjust to the lighting. "You won't answer..."

"You... you think that I was... cheating?" He had heard you right, but that didn't make it any easier for him to process what you had said. Did you really think he was capable of such a thing? You sniffled and your bottom lip jutted out, he reached out to hold your face in his hands, brushing away the tears with his thumbs. "Baby doll, you are the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on, the only girl I ever have and ever will love." Had he given you a reason to doubt him? Had he not told you that he loved you enough? Did he don't tell you enough just how gorgeous you were? He would gladly remind you every second of every day just to ease your worrying mind.

He ended up sitting with you in the closet for a bit, he sat against the wall with your head in his lap. His fingers trailed absentmindedly across your body as he listened to you speak. You told him about your insecurities, how you never felt like you were good enough for him, that you were always so scared that he'd find someone better someday. When you finished speaking he made sure to reassure you that you were beyond good enough for him, that you were too good for him. There would never be anyone better than you, it was impossible for there to be someone in the entire galaxy who was as amazing, beautiful, and genuinely perfect as you.

Atsushi

Atsushi was very protective of you, considering you were the only person in his life who has ever genuinely loved him, he didn't want to lose you or the affection you gave him. He was always scared that you would leave him or that someone would take you away. He thought that he was cursed, that everything good that ever came to him would eventually die or be destroyed. He was under the impression that he didn't deserve happiness, but once he found you, he was starting to believe that maybe it was possible, maybe for once in his life he was allowed to experience true joy. The protectiveness wasn't that bad, it was just him acting on his fears, and that was something that you had gotten used to.  He wasn't over bearing, he didn't keep you locked in the house or anything, he just always checked up on you, his voice was always filled with worry whenever he called, he just loved you so much, he wanted to be sure that you were okay, that you were going to be there when he came back home. You always reassured him that you would be right there waiting for him, and you could picture in your head his cheeks burning bright red whenever you said those simple words, reminding him that you loved him dearly and that you would never leave.

You were already awake, fresh out of the shower, padding around the kitchen as you made him breakfast. He always slept in a little later, his ability was tiring for him, and using it left him exhausted. He needed extra sleep to keep up with work, but you couldn't deny how precious he looked when he was sleeping, and you always got to witness him when he first woke. He would trudge into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, his mouth stretched in a wide "O" as he yawned, before finally opening his eyes and seeing you standing at the stove working on whatever food was on the stove. It happened as planned, a perfect daily happening that you looked forward to every morning. He wrapped his arms around your back, pressing a swift kiss to your neck before working to help you lay out the plates on the table. "You're going to be okay while I'm at work, right?" It was always the same question every morning, as if anything would make today any different from the days before.

"I'll be fine Atushi. You really need to stop worrying about me so much. It's much more dangerous for you out there than it is for me in here." You tried to calm his nerves, turning around to look at him. He was sitting at the table, his head in his hands, his mind filled with worry. You made your way over to where he was sitting and draped your arms over his shoulders, planting a small kiss to the top of his head, a small sigh of relief escaped his lips as you pulled away.

"Promise me, if anything happens, you'll call me. Okay?" He turned his head to look up at you, his face becoming flushed when he saw how close your face was to his own. You nodded, it was a quick jerky movement and the smile that replaced the small pout that he had been wearing only seconds before made your heart flutter. He was perfect in every way, and sometimes you wondered if you deserved such a man as him. You pecked the tip of his nose before heading back over to the stove to flip the pancakes. Today would be a good day, a normal day, just like any other day. He had nothing to worry about.

Atsushi got into the office and everyone could tell he was on edge. They were dealing with the Port Mafia, Akutagawa being the worst of them. The Port wanted to get their hands on him, and he was paranoid about how far they were willing to go to get to him. Every other worry he had about you previously seemed like nothing now, the Port Mafia was one of the biggest threats he had to deal with, and if there was anyone who would be able to get their hands on you, it would be them.

"Hey, come on... don't worry so much. She's always been safe before, she'll be fine today, and every day after." Dazai tried to console a panicking Atsushi. He was sitting at his desk, his pen tapping loudly against the hard wood, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip so hard that Dazai was sure that it would begin bleeding any second now.

"Before... before the Mafia was after me? That's what you mean, right?" Atsushi asked sarcastically, finally dropping his pen and spinning his chair around to face Dazai. "I...I can't lose her Dazai-san... I can't!" The tears threatened to spill over, his heart rate was rapid, his breath came out quickly and when he tried to inhale it sounded more like he was choking.

"They don't even know where she is, where you live. They know nothing. She's going to be alright." Dazai patted his back before turning away, leaving Atsushi alone to dwell on his fears. His head fell against the desk with a loud thud as the tears finally fell from his eyes.

You were sitting on the couch, flipping through tv stations trying to find something that could be used as background noise for your daily afternoon nap. You finally settled on the Weather Channel before getting comfortable enough to close your eyes and get some rest. You had just begun to fall into a peaceful slumber when you heard the front door knob being wiggled. You tried to brush it off as someone possibly coming to the wrong apartment door, just an accident, that's what it was. You tried to settle back down on the pillow, but then the knob was wiggled more violently. You sat straight up, grabbing your phone as you quietly moved off the couch and tiptoed into your bedroom. There was a pounding on the door, and as soon as you got to the bedroom you shut the door behind you and locked it. The violent pounding and the jerking of the doorknob seemed to go on endlessly. You were panicking as you held the phone against your chest, looking around your room to try to find somewhere that you could hide and call Atsushi.

The closet door was cracked open and you hurried over, grabbing a metal hanger from the rack and wrapping it around the handles on the inside. You tried to calm yourself as the sounds of the possible intruder trying to break their way into your home echoed throughout the house. Your hands were shaking and your palms were sweaty as you cowered in the far corner of the closet, trying to pull up Atsushi's number. You held the phone to your ear and took a shaky breath as the ringing resounded through the speaker. It only took one ring for him to answer, you never called him while he was working, so he knew there was something wrong.

"Y/N! Are you okay? What's wrong?" The panic in his voice was still nothing close to the panic you were feeling in that moment. You wanted nothing more than for him to be here with you, to let you know that everything was going to be okay.

"S-someone... they're... trying to g-get in..." You stuttered out in a shaky whisper, your cheeks were wet and stained with the tears that had fallen and were still falling. You heard the sound of Atsushi's phone being dropped, hitting the hard wood floors of the office with a loud thud as a large gush of wind whistled through the speakers.

You pulled your knees up to your chest and buried your face between them, trying to control your breathing as you listened out for the banging on the door. It had stopped completely, and you feared that maybe the person had finally made it in and was now looking for you. You tried to make out any sounds of footsteps or talking, but everything was silent. Everything seemed so still, it was eerie, and that scared you even more.

Atsushi was racing down the back alleys, hoping and praying that he would get to you in time. He should have trusted his gut feeling that he had this morning and just stayed home with you. The feeling that something bad would happen had lingered with him all through the night and all morning during breakfast, and he had been right. He was running at the speed of light, his body being propelled forward with the sheer force of anger and fear.

When he made it up to the apartment he saw that the door wasn't opened, and he didn't know if that made him feel better or worse. Would someone have shut the door after doing damage? He wasn't sure. Most movies he had seen had the door left open after a crime was committed, and all the cases he had worked were either outside or in warehouses, so he wasn't really sure what to think.

His hands were shaking as he reached out to grab the door knob, it was still locked. He saw the marks on the door though, signs of someone beating at it repeatedly, the wood was scuffed and in some places even chipped. Someone had really wanted to get in, but whoever it was either didn't have an ability, or just didn't want to attract attention and decided not to use it at all. He pulled out his keys and quickly unlocked the door, pushing it open slowly and peering around the room to see if you were anywhere close by.

The Weather Channel was on, but other than that, there was no sound coming from that room, or the house at all. It made his heart stop, did something actually happen to you? Did this person find some other point of entry? He quickly shut the door behind him and began looking around. He was scared to call out your name, fearful that if someone was still there they would definitely hurt you when they heard him. So he tiptoed, hoping that his shoes wouldn't be too loud against the hard wood floors, but at this point with the silence, everything seemed loud. Even the sound of his breathing seemed to be too loud in his ears.

When he was done checking over the main floor of the apartment he moved to the bedroom, wiggling the doorknob and finding that it had been locked. He knew that you were in there, whether you were alone or not was the main issue. He didn't want to wait to see if you would come open the door yourself, so he kicked it in. That's when he heard your loud scream from the closet. He rushed over and tried to pull the doors open, only to find that they too had been secured shut. "NO! Stay away from me! M-my boyfriend is a tiger! He'll kill you!" He could hear the desperation, the terror in your voice as you screamed. If you weren't so petrified, he might have possibly chuckled at your words, but now wasn't the time. He did take pride in the fact that you knew he would defend you, that he would always be there to keep you safe.

"It's me, angel. Please, open the door." His soft voice sounded heavenly to you. It was salvation, it was the voice of your savior. You quickly yanked the hanger away, and as soon as he knew he could get in he yanked the door open, dropping to the floor next to you and pulled you into his arms. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Y/N. I wasn't here, I'm so so sorry."

You both were crying at this point. Your forehead rested against his chest as you let your tears fall into his lap. His arms stayed wound tightly around you, afraid that you would run if he let you go. His tears fell like rain into your hair, his head was hung low as guilt and sham overcame him. "You needed me and I wasn't here. I promise, from now on, I will make sure nothing like this ever happens again. You don't need to be afraid anymore, angel." He murmured as he planted a garden of kisses along the top of your head. "Everything will be okay, I promise."

a/n: I'm sorry this took so long, I hope you're feeling a little better now. I hope I've fulfilled your request need and that you enjoy these scenarios. Please, don't hesitate to reach out to me if you need someone to talk to. <3

Close Friends?

pairings: fyodor dostoevsky x reader x nikolai gogol

contains: fluff, crack

wc: 370

a/n: RAWWHHH made this sily fic for a friend, also 'mas' means bro (it's javanese)

When Fyodor was sitting while reading and drinking his tea, surprisingly appeared a portal and a confetti 'popped' directly on his left face. He doesn't show any expression and continues what he's doing. Shortly after appeared another one on his right side. Fyodor doesn't respond, because he's used to both of your behaviour. Without any warning, the door to his room opened as if it had been broken into!

“MAS FEDYAAAA!”

Fyodor was looking at you full of revenge, but he only gave you a soft smile.

“Don't call me 'mas', name-san.”

“Oya? whatever you say..”

You let out a sigh, while Fyodor continued reading his book. You walked to his side and wrapped your right arm around his shoulder.

“What are you reading? Seems interesting,”

“Fedya-kun?”

“Mas Fedya?”

Fyodor clicked his toungue as a sign of annoyance. Afterwards, a man with white hair in braids appeared, Nikolai Gogol.

“name~ why are you here? you left me..” uttered with his dramatic face and tone. He immediately ran beside you, hugging around your neck. His face was full of envy and jealousy.

“Are you.. cheating?! You rather choose Dos-kun over me..?”

“If they preferred me, what's wrong?”

Fyodor joins in on the conversation too, holding the hand you clasped around his shoulder. You, who is currently between them being sandwiched is just silent, don't know what to answer. Your face immediately becomes red after what Fyodor said. You and Nikolai didn't have any relationship other than being close friends. Even though you both were really close and always flirt with eachother, but there wasn't anything special. It's the same with Fyodor, you guys are just close friends. The three of you are just close friends sigma too.

Well, it's normal that they both fight over you for their interests, but you didn't expect this

“Kolya, Fedya.. haha..”

“Look at their face. What do you think?”

“Waaa! Name-san, you're adorable!”

Nikolai immediately embraced tighter, and trying to release you from Fyodor. Fyodor realized what Nikolai was going to do, he immediately wrapped his arm around your waist, holding it. You just stay silent, let them both fight over you. You softly smiled and gave up.

“God, thank you for everything-”

“MY NAMEE!!”

“Name?!”

thank you for reading mwah mwah <3

a date?

pairings: dazai osamu x reader

contains: fluff, crack

wc: 355

a/n: an old dribble i made for the same friend! chuuya next?

“oh my belladonna~ is this a date?”

“w-what?! no..” you commented while blush spreading across your face. The brown haired guy left out a chuckle. How did this happen, you asked?

First, you wanted kenji to help you on a mission or whatever the president gave you, but he can't. he can actually but he's full You wanted to ask ranpo, and you remembered he wasn't allowed by the president. The others were busy and it left you with a choice, Dazai Osamu. He's just there, in his desk, playing with his paper airplane. He was making Kunikida irritated, so you chose him. And did you regret it? Absolutely.

“Who knew, dear name would choose me?” he said with a smirk on his face. You decided just to ignore his bluffs, and continue to walk side by side. He started to poke your cheeks while walking beside eachother. this little shit You became slightly annoyed by his antics, and continue to stay ignorant. But it sure didn't stopped him to continually tease you.

(time skip after the mystery hehe)

You stretched your arms upwards against the air and let out a sigh. You were finally free from the work you had, even though.. you continued getting tease by the bandage waster bastard. You turned around telling Dazai that the work is gone, but he was no where to be seen. You titled your head in confusion, looking around to spot the brown haired, you didn't found him around the area. You started pacing your walk still looking around to find him, once again he wasn't on the sight. Right before you turn around to check again, bandaged arms wrapped around your neck, and it was indeed the Dazai Osamu. “Oh, there you are.. I thought you got kidnapped or something,”

“Aww, were you searching for me, dear?” he replied with a smirk on his face. You chuckled holding his forearm that's hanging around your neck, “Am I? Who knows. To be honest i’ll be rather happy if you got lost, so there will be no one who will continue to tease me.”

“Ouch, quite hurtful Belladonna.”

thank u for reading hehe <3

like what?

pairings: chuuya nakahara x reader

contains: fluff, slight suggestive/smut

wc: 256

a/n: in my entire life i never wrote anything suggestive..

You're sitting on a stool at the bar, accompanied by your boyfriend. Your boyfriend, Chuuya Nakahara. You don't dare to drink too much because if you get drunk and your boyfriend does too, who will take you both home? You saw your boyfriend who was drinking heavily and drunk too. The bar wasn't crowded like usually, every night. You saw Chuuya who was sitting beside you drinking another bottle of alcohol again, again and again, when will he stop drinking? Chuuya brought his glass of alcohol to his lips, looked at your face then smiled like someone who just won the lottery. His gaze made you nervous, because of that you covered your face with your hand and peeking a little.

“Stop looking at me like that, chu..” you whispered, eyes trying to avoid his gaze.

“Like what?” he asked, with a smirk forming on his face.

Before you replied, he suddenly took your hands who were covering your face and kiss you. He starts wrapping his hands around your waist, moving your figure closer to his. The kiss was filled love and passion at first, few seconds later the kiss turns heated, filled with sudden lust. His hands start to caress your body, making you moan on the kiss. You broke the kiss, getting some air. He connected your lips with his again, but making the kiss even deeper. He bit your lower lip where his tongue gain access inside your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck, breaking the kiss again, saliva connecting.

could you pls do a sigma x reader?

im right here?

pairings: sigma x reader

contains: angst teehe

wc: 338

a/n: ofc anon!! sorry i deliver u it kinda late i was trying to think of fluff but angst is controlling me💔

Just a normal day at the Sky Casino, it wasn't crowded like usual because it wasn't night time. He looked at the time, and went to a certain room. As he walked in, he slowly sit down and took a rest. It's not normal for Sigma took a rest from the Casino, but since he ever met you, he did. Sigma and You have been friends for awhile, at first he actually did mind your company but surprisingly now he enjoyed your company. It took you alot begging and work for him actually take a rest, even though it's only like 3-5 minutes. He took a deep breath, and sighed, slowly standing up again to go work again. As he starts walking to the door, he felt someone right behind him.

“Sigma! Finally taking a rest, huh?” it was you, you were behind him just few steps away.

He slowly turn around to look at you, a small smile slowly forming on his lips.

“Didn't you see there. Also I was forced by you to take a rest, remember?”

“Mhm, glad you remember your routine now!”

You slowly approached him, waving at him. “Should’ve have invite me next time you know?” you chuckled, shooking your head. You were wondering, why does he looks so sad now? Did something happen at work? Right before you asked him about it, he said something first.

“I miss you.” he muttered under his breath, his eyes looking down.

“I'm right here?” you replied to his words, tilting your head to side in confusion.

You could see his eyes were slowly filled with tears, his lips forming a sad smile.

“No, you're not. Not really.” he said, his voice slightly cracking, a tear fell out of his eyes.

Right, you were gone. You are just his imagination, he is being delusional that you are with him but you’re not. Tears starts flowing out of his eyes, his heart is filled with guilt and sadness. He can't forget about you, he really just can't.

as a silly apology, i'll write sigma fluff!! <3

horribles memories

pairings: chuuya nakahara x reader

contains: angst, bad memories

wc: 371

a/n: based on a haikaveh animation i saw, where they used the song “christmas kids”

“I'm leaving this place. It's just full of horrible memories, I hate it.” you explained, immediately start walking away from your friend, your partner.

You looked behind, his eyes filling up with tears, his face full of sadness and anger.

“n-name, it's not your fault.”

“It is, isn't it?”

“No i-it's not, so please don't leave me here alone.” he cried, avoiding your gaze by looking down.

Chuuya wanted to stop you from leaving him, leaving his life. But he knew he didn't had the right to stop you, it was your decision. You start walking away from him, your heart slowly filling with guilt. Were you supposed to feel this?

“I'm sorry, Chuuya.”

Few years has passed, your life was better, and you deciced to go back to Yokohama. You wandered around in the streets of Yokohama, seeing how different it looks from back then. You decided to buy some snacks, and you did! While on the walk you weren't focus, and accidentally bumped a person. You immediately stand up to your feet, picking up his hat and gave him a hand. Why does this person feel so familiar? Who is he?

He gladly took your hand and stood up. Before you hand him his hat, he looks at you, face full of shock.

“Name, is that you?” he asked looking at you closely, his eyes widening. Your face was full of confusion, wondering how the hell did he knew you? You guys never met before??

“Excuse me, do i know you?” you replied by giving another question, where you see his slightly change of emotion on his face, an annoyance look and slight sadness. Every word was a knife, and every cut stabbed the heart. The sudden of realisation that you always forget horrible memories, and in which you forgot about him. He's one of your horrible memories. The realisation made his heart aching, hurting.

“S-sorry about that..” he stuttered, his tone was breaking, his face was filling with tears. Before you even reached his hands to pull him, he ran away. You were gonna ask why was he crying? What did you do to him? Is he someone to you? Is he one of the memories you forgot?

angst is just to nice im sorry😞 also upcoming dazai ones hehe.. :D

what, darling?

pairings: fem!dazai osamu x fem!reader

wc: 340

contains: pinning, petnames

a/n: who's back⁉️ fem!dazai the women ever?? also for my friend again~ i have 0 knowledge of knifes.

An ordinary day doing the mission given by Port Mafia. You were given a mission to meet someone, well, someone you used to be partner with. You slowly walked to the sketchy alley, standing there afterwards. You looked at your watch, you were there on time. Footsteps, humming were heard. You turned around, looking at the figure that was walking to the alley, Dazai Osamu. A smug face was plastered on her face, her figure slowly reaching to you.

“Well, well, well isn't it the Dazai Osamu?” you commented, hands resting on your hips. She just chuckled, her arm waving at you, “Miss me, darling?”

“Me? Missing you? In your dreams.” you replied, your right hand slowly reaching under your skirt, pulling something that's hooking around your upper thigh.

She saw your hand going under, she smiled while looking at you, “Tsk, tsk. No violence, darling~”

“Why would I listen to you?”

“Because I know what you're trying to do.”

She was right, she was your partner back then, your closest friend for you lol. You gave her a small smile, before pulling a knife with your right arm, your left arm pushing her on a wall, pinning her. You took the knife around her throat, both of you having an eye contact. She saw this as a joke, while you saw this as a serious chance. You slide the knife around her throat to cut her bandages.

“Oh? You should’ve took me to a date first, love!” she joked, her face showing an excitement expression rather than fear.

You clicked your toungue in annoyance, rolling your eyes at her words. The knife on her throat was slowly deepen which showed a bit of blood coming from her throat.

“Stop calling me that.”

“What, darling?”

“That.”

Her face was now slightly dramatic of your sentence, wanting her to stop calling you petnames. She took her left hand on your right cheek, caressing it.

“Aw~ what's wrong with it, love? You don't like it?”

“I never said I didn't like it!”

I love your work! I'm not going to be oddly specific so... Chuuya pure angst :) Thanks and take your time ❤️

the reason?

pairings: chuuya nakahara x reader

contains: angst haha

wc: 374

a/n: of course!! im sorry if it's not that pure angst, and thank u for the request! mwah mwah <3

The place was filled with smoke, bodies of agents dying, blood everywhere, and both of you. Chuuya stared at you in anger, holding himself to use his ability.

“Open your fucking mask.” he groaned, slightly in pain on his left forearm. He didn't knew who was under the mask, he wanted to kill you.

“..name? Is that.. really you?” his voice was cracking, he couldn't process any of this. Didn't you die? No, you're supposed to be dead. You got stabbed, there's no way you're alive. His thoughts were filled with it, he really didn't know what to do.

You laughed, slowly opening your mask revealing your face. His eyes went wide, looking at you in horror. His body was trembling, tears was forming his eyes.

You looked at his face, you didn't know what to say either. He was supposed to be by your side, comforting you, protecting you, stay with you. And guess what? He didn't. He broke your so called ‘promise’. You took a deep breath then sighed, walking to him. He was about to cry, fall into tears, falling into his knees.

“T-there’s no way you are alive! I-i saw you died..” he sobbed, trying to hold your hand. Before he did, you slapped his hand away from you, looking at him in anger.

“Watched me die. You.. watched me die!” you screamed, your voice cracking since you're about to cry aswell. You couldn't hold your anger, you really couldn't.

“What? N-no.. I saw you..”

“You watched me die and did nothing, is that what you meant?”

He couldn't give an answer, he broke into tears, now falling into his knees. He didn't mean any of that, he.. had a reason, right? Seeing him you immediately kneel down too, gripping both of his shoulders.

“You stood there, watching me slowly die and didn't even think to fucking help me? There must be a reason, right? What is it? What is it, Chuuya!” you cried, tear welling in your eyes finally rolled down on your cheeks. His mind was blank, he didn't think about it, about the incident that happen. He didn't even know what was the reason, the reason to leave you to die. Did he even have any reasons?

why do u guys love angst so much... (me too :3)