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toorurs · 1 month

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LOVE IS AN OPEN DOOR

synopsis: if you wouldn't know any better you'd think that chuuya nakahara doesn't take a liking to you - he loathes you. but what if one day you make a shocking discovery that it might be the opposite.

pairing: chuuya nakahara x gn!reader | wordcount: 1.2k | content & warnings: im at the first ep of s4, so if chuuya mischaracterized no need to wonder…, school au-ish kind of??, cursing (fuck), dazai teases chuuya for his crush, chuuyas kinda not rly good with his feelings and expressing himself, drinking (chuuya offering to go out and drink), dazai plays cupid/matchmaker

a/n: when i wrote this i didn't have 15 yo dazai or chuuya in mind (cause of the school au yk) just as them idk but interpret it however you like - high school or college wtv, im so obsessed with chuuya rn y'all don't even know, hope u guys enjoy this little thing i've whipped up in an hour

you're convinced that chuuya nakahara hates you.

that's one thing you're sure of. after all, he avoids you like the plague; however when the two of you do get in touch with one another, he starts cursing you out, calling you names such as “dumbass" and abruptly leaves.

yeah, you're pretty sure that that guy dislikes - if not despises you. although until now you've hadn’t had the slightest idea why. well, that was the case up until now.

some days have passed since you started noticing it. every time you hung out with dazai and started laughing a bit too loudly at his jokes or lightly slapped his shoulder, chuuya gave you a death stare - if you wouldnt know any better he looked like he’d grab your throat any minute to shut you up.

admittedly (and also embarrassedly) you never really noticed it until dazai has pointed it out. which, on one hand, explains the weird feeling you’ve recently gotten - it felt like someone was shooting daggers at the back of your head, luckily for you, that’s solved now.

but on the other hand, you still demand an explanation why chuuya would do that. is it simply because of his (one-sided) hatred towards you, that can’t be the case right? or did he have a huge crush on dazai, that’s the most realistic explanation that you can think of.

once school ended and the bell had just rung to release everyone from their classes and go back home. you’d usually scurry home right away, because there was no point in staying longer, after all who’d want to endure this hell house also known as school more than necessary, it's no use right?

well jokes on you, staying over time was definitely worth it. kunikida assigned you the task (forced) to carry a huge stack of boxes full of documents and paper to your homeroom teacher's room, because it was the “right” thing to do - well at least according to his ideals.

“but what about dazai? that idiot just ran off and is probably slacking off right now!” you protested, because it's not fair when everyone has a task to complete and someone else just gets to relax, right?

at your complaint the blond could only scoff “i’ll scold him later, but for now let's just concentrate on the task in front of us, time is running out.”

that’s how you ended up here, back pressed against the heavy classroom door that separated you and the two guys that were inside the room as you tried to listen in into their conversation.

initially your plan was to find dazai, drag him by the collar of his white button up and beat his ass for skipping and leaving you alone with a ton of boxes that not only cost you ten minutes to carry around or so.

because neither kunikida or anyone else didn’t bother to tell you that there were three, fucking three, of those staples of boxes that were filled with countless papers.

however, it came to a change of plans upon hearing chuuyas’ voice. usually, any sound that was made inside of the classrooms was drowned out and barely audible to hear outside the room.

this time, that didn’t seem to be the case though. chuuyas’ screaming and dazais' hysterical laughter were faint but loud enough to hear from outside the room.

“come on chuuya, there's no need denying it, you have a massive crush on them.” dazais’ voice was laced with amusement as he started laughing out loud which seemed to piss the redhead off.

you were able to hear a small huff that escaped dazais mouth. “chuuya, there’s really no need to start getting all violent, just admit that you’re absolutely whipped for them!” the brunette chuckled. “so stop kicking me in the balls!” that probably earned him another kick as you could hear dazai letting out a small “ouch.”

“shut up, shitty dazai.” the guy in question only snickered at that. “yeah, yeah. everyone’s able to tell that you’re madly in love with them. every time you’re around them you start to get beet red, the color even exceeds the one of your hair! a hilarious sight to look at, really.”

you didn’t hear a response from chuuya and apparently neither did dazai so he just continued his rant. “also, let me tell you one thing, you’re not making it any better by cussing them out or intently staring at them, that’s just scary, man!” dazai closes his eyes and starts shaking his head before tutting in disappointment.

“oh chuuya. the brunette sighs, eyes still closed. “letting a beauty like them slip away this easily by not showing any proper interest. you’re to be pitied, really.” the male moves away from his previous position and bolts over to the door, crossing his arms as his back leans against the door.

an exasperated sigh leaves chuuyas mouth. “what do you expect me to do then? they probably have a horrible impression of me already. if i pull up with a bouquet of roses and some cliché pick up lines, they’d probably stare at me in horror, wondering if i got possessed or something.” he sneers at dazai.

just who in the world are they talking about?

dazai pretends to think for a moment before snapping his fingers. “well for starters, how about greeting them, doesn’t even have to be verbal, just some waving or nodding. then start hanging out with them!”

“idiot! how's that supposed to work from just greeting each other!” the ginger scowls at dazai.

“hold your horses.” the brunette whistles. “i didn't say to rendez-vous and have a candle-light dinner. how about accepting those group invites first that you keep declining. then you’d have the chance to meet up with them more often and get to know them.”

dazai continues to advise chuuya by giving him tips and recommendations “try bonding over stuff with each other, like favorite shows or food. and if you’re not incapable of doing so, how about complimenting them. wouldn't hurt you know?” dazai shrugs in simplicity.

chuuyas still skeptical “assumingly that was the case. the two of us attending the same party, they’re alone and i finally get the chance to approach them, what the fuck am i supposed to say?” dazai only smiles at chuuya, a look that says “that’s up to you.”

“why not use me as your lab rat!” dazai suggests optimistically.

“no way in hell!” chuuya shoots back pessimistically.

after pondering and musing for a while, chuuya comes up with a curt sentence. “i find you really good looking and cool.” the redhead stops and both you and dazai await his continuation in anticipation. “wanna go out and grab drinks sometimes?” chuuya doesn’t look up from the floor which he’s been staring at for the past minute. the tips of his ears tinted in a vermillion red.

“well, that wasn't so hard was it?” dazai asks cheerily, clapping his hands together. “if you still have doubts, how about you try it on the real thing now?” and before you can realize what's going on dazai swiftly steps away from the door before grabbing the door handle and opens the door, revealing your figure to the two guys.

you’re not sure who's more taken aback, you or chuuya.

e/n: as y’all can tell the title is inspired by frozen's love is an open door cause y’know dazai opens the door for chuuya to confess his feelings. does this make sense lol??

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piichuu · 6 months

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♡ BACK IN HIS ARMS - CHUUYA NAKAHARA

WARNINGS: spoilers if you haven’t watched episode 61 of bsd. fluff, gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 573

NOTES: i wrote this when the last episode of s5 dropped like a month ago

the sound of the front door opening is what causes you to open your eyes after a few hours of much needed sleep. it’s been a struggle to not stay awake since your boyfriend disappeared without a word. none of his co-workers have answered their phones either nor his friends, so the fact that you for once got some sleep was a first.

as the door creaks open, you sit up in bed and slowly make your way out of the bedroom, trying to stay quiet as the one walking inside your apartment could be anyone. there is a key in your hand as that is the only thing you could find as a weapon and your heart is about to beat out of your chest.

“darling?” that’s his voice. you immediately drop the keys and with quick steps make your way into the hallway were chuuya is standing with his long ginger hair that is no longer hidden by the hat that he has now put away. “chuuya?” you run into his embrace and wrap your arms around his neck, not being able to stop the tears that begin to stream down your cheeks.

he stumbles backwards but is quick to stabilize himself as he puts his arms around your waist. “i’m sorry for just leaving like that, i had to help dazai with something,” chuuya mumbles as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. “that idiot keeps getting himself into these stupid situations.”

you can’t help but relax in his warm embrace. the amounts of sleepless nights you’ve had have all been worth it now when he’s back here and holds you close. “i couldn’t tell you anything even if i trust you more than anyone else, it was a life or death situation for dazai and i had to help him, i’m sorry for worrying you,” he whispers while slightly pulling away so he can cup your face.

his lips curl up into a slight smile as his thumbs rubs against your cheeks to wipe the tears away. “are you mad?” chuuya asks, his own eyes watering as he watches the tears continue to fall from yours while you shake your head. “no, you’ll have to explain more though, i’ve been really worried about you. i wish you could’ve told me something at least so i’d know you’d be away for a while.”

“i know, i’m so sorry darling. i’ll explain everything to you, i promise,” he presses a kiss to your forehead before fully pulling away to untie his shoes and take them off. “did i wake you up?”

you shrug your shoulders and reach for his hand, needing to be close in some way now that he’s finally back home. “i don’t really care, i’m just happy that you’re home. i’ll be able to fall back asleep now when you’re here,” you smile softly and he chuckles, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“okay, that’s good,” he places a kiss to your cheek and allows you to lead him into the bedroom where the two of you lay down in bed, crawling under the covers. “i’ve missed you a lot, my love.”

his arms once again wrap around your waist as you lay your head on his clothed chest. “i won’t ever leave like that again, i promise. i will tell you everything that’s happened tomorrow, but let’s just sleep now that we’re finally together again.”

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milky-aeons · 1 month

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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘

౨ৎ . . . the way in which CHUUYA NAKAHARA apologises after saying some things he did not mean.

warnings: swearing, arguments, hurt/comfort, female reader, jealousy, verbal fighting, glass smashing, emotional dysregulation, vulgarity, alcohol intake, pet-names, w.c 1.9k

♪ . . . ˗ˏˋ ꒰ stay — the kid LAORI, justin bieber ꒱ ˎˊ-

You slammed the door with enough force to rattle it against its hinges.

That didn't stop Chuuya Nakahara from tearing it back open again.

He stormed into your shared hotel room after you. "Just what the hell is your problem, hah?!"

Fury was a blazing inferno in your eyes when you spun around to face him and all of his gall.

"My problem? My fucking problem!" You hissed, throwing your small clutch onto the bed. It bounced around until it hit the headboard, the small thump of it sounding like a warning shot. Quiet descended, tight, tenuous, stretching between the both of you until one of you decided to light the spark.

Your cheeks puffed out. You jabbed your finger at him. "How dare you blame me on all of this. You're the one that decided to act like an animal at a formal dinner and throw a champagne bottle at someone!"

Chuuya folded his arms, the lean muscles straining against his expensive blazer. "Not my fuckin' fault that the shithead couldn't stop ogling at ya. Like a lovesick puppy — he woulda started droolin' if I didn't do somethin' about it."

It hadn't been a detrimental business partner the organisation had just lost tribute to your General boyfriend and his temper — but they had been high enough in the drugs underworld that the Port Mafia would take a serious blow, because of it. The Boss was bound to not take this lightly. Although whatever punishment awaited you when you returned to headquarters was not the dominant thought that made your heart thrum an angry rhythm. It was not what called blood to your flushed cheeks, your arms to flail out in frustrated, furious movements.

"You can't just go for any man that wants to look at me, Chuuya!" You shouted, your arms stretched wide in an obvious gesture.

His eyes hardened. "Can't I?"

"No! That's irrational. You'll start fights with organisations worth more trouble than you need, all because you can't keep your damn temper under control!"

Too worked-up to stay in the same place, Chuuya had begun to move. Aimless, jittery pacing that circled around your hotel suite. He stalked over to the small table in the corner decorated with complimentary crystal glasses and a whiskey tumbler, and poured himself a healthy serving. His rock hard shoulders — so wound and tense — didn't even shift when he knocked the entire drink down in one swig.

He said nothing.

The silence was so pressing, so agitating. Like a thousand tiny pinpricks dancing down the planes of your skin. There was a quiet, rational little voice that cooed at you in the back of your mind; whispering that this wasn't worth it, that it would be better to let him calm down before you broached the subject like two adults in love. You were a level headed woman — that voice was usually your pillar of reason. So why was it that tonight, after the carnage that had ensued, you were itching for a fight rather than trying to diffuse the ticking time bomb this situation was turning into.

You didn't care.

You were on fire. You were livid.

You had to burn.

"Oh, so you're gonna ignore me now, huh?" The words were flying past your lips against conscious will. You noticed the way Chuuya's neck muscles jumped at the grating tremour in your voice. "You think that's how we should deal with it — just sweep it under the rug?"

A sound; akin to a growl, rumbled in his chest. "Just drop it, princess."

"No. No, I won't drop it. You can't parade me around like I'm yours to claim, Chuuya! I'm a person. I can speak to men if I so please, or do you want to shove me into a pretty cage, tell me to just blink and smile?"

"I said," Chuuya's tone rose. His temper was becoming hard to control, again. Fraying at the edges until it was uncertain where he stood. "To drop it, princess."

"Oh — and another fucking thing—!"

SMASH!

First, there was the sound. Then your startled brain, catching up, watching as the rain shower of glass shards smattered over the red carpet. You gasped, your eyes wide, darting them back to your lover who had just hurled his empty whiskey glass so forcefully against the wall it had exploded into pieces. He rounded on you, and you've never seen his eyes look so frightening. They burned a cold fire, morphing the beautiful planes of his face into something sharper, something more alien.

The man who stalked over to you with quick snapping strides was not your tender boyfriend who hugged you close to his chest at night and murmured into your hair. Now, he was a ruthless Mafia Executive, and he was furious.

"You're such a fuckin' blabbermouth, y'know that? Always lettin' it run, like you did with that guy at the dinner table. If your mouth is that loose then, baby doll, why don't you just let him fuck it, since you seem to like using it so damn much?"

His words were so unexpected, so cruel, that they twisted into harsh daggers and speared right for your heart. It was almost like you had been physically struck; the way you gasped, how you took a small step back at the force of it. Your lips parted and you drew in a shaky breath. Something must have given way on your face — because in a blink, the storm in Chuuya's eyes parted. He refocused. And when he did, his expression softened somewhat. The echoes of his words crackled around like the broken pieces of his whiskey glass.

Pressure began to build at the back of your eyes. You ducked your head so it hid underneath your styled bangs.

Chuuya bristled. He took a small step forward, his hand twitching out.

"Baby... [Name], I—"

You twisted out of his reach and stormed around him. Your heels pounding against the floor until you reached the bathroom, throwing yourself inside and shutting the door. Through the blood pumping in your ears, you thought you heard him call out to you, and then he was there; on the other side of the door that you leaned against. You knew he was there — always knew when your partner in crime was nearby, be it by the pattern of his breathing, the sound of his footsteps. You closed your eyes and leaned your head against the door, cursing when the tears brimmed over.

There was a loud thump on the other side of the wood. You couldn't see, but Chuuya had pitched forward to lean his head against the door.

"Baby, open the door. Please. That was fucked of me — I'm sorry."

The bottom of your lip wobbled — you sucked it between your teeth, trying to stifle the little sob that hiccupped in your throat. You wanted him to leave. You wanted him to tear the door down and fight to get to you. Your chest hurt so much; like there had been a hole ripped in the middle of it. His words played over and over again in your mind and stretched that hole all the more wider.

"Baby doll," Chuuya whispered, knocking softly. "Baby, please, please open the door."

You're such a fuckin' blabbermouth, y'know that?

"I'm sorry. [Name], you're right. I'm a shitshow when I can't control my temper. I'm a fuckin' mess in that department and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, princess. You don't fuckin' deserve that."

If your mouth is so loose then, baby doll, why don't ya just let him fuck it?

You shook your head from side to side. "No. No I don't." You sniffed. "Fuck you, Chuuya."

"Deserve that." He murmured.

"You're such an asshole, sometimes."

"Deserve that, too."

"Absolute pain in my ass."

"Now you're just being nice."

A broken little chuckle tried to rumble up your throat. Damn him, making you laugh when you were supposed to be seething at the teeth. You reached up to rub the streaks of tears from your cheeks with the back of your hands. You stole a quick glance in the bathroom mirror, and contemplated splashing some water on your face to tame the angry red puffiness. No. He needed to know how badly that had hurt you. Let him see you in this mess, let him feel the guilt.

You huffed and turned around, gripping the handle of the door and pulling it open.

He was centimetres away. His hat had been discarded; the wildfire tendrils of his curly hair stuck up in all directions; like he had been furiously raking his hand through it. Chuuya's eyes widened when you were suddenly in front of him again, and then they shuttered.

"Oh, baby," He choked out. Then, like it was instinctive, went to reach for you—

One of your hands came up in between you two, instructing him to stop in his tracks. You levelled your watery eyes on his, waiting. It didn't take long for him to get the memo.

His throat bobbed when he swallowed. "I'm sorry," He said, throwing every ounce of his energy into it. While your mafioso lover wasn't the best at regulating his emotions, you had a lot more respect for yourself than that, and were willing to wait.

Your eyebrows rose. "For?"

"Being an asshole."

"And?"

"Sayin' such a shitty thing to ya."

"And?"

Chuuya grumbled something indistinct under his breath. He flickered his eyes down and shifted his weight. He scowled. But not long passed before he spat out the words;

"For throwin' the bottle at that lovesick little asshole."

You let his words hang in the air, let them dissipate and wash against the hurt in your chest. Being with Chuuya Nakahara wasn't easy — but neither was love in any relationship. You had your fights, you had your nasty fights that brought out things none of you wanted to say, nor really meant. But it always ended like this; with either one of you seeking the other out, desperate to restore the balance, to take back everything you said.

It wasn't a good cycle. But it was one that you both worked on, day by day, piece by piece. And you promised it would be worth it. Every stubborn little inch of it.

The moment your shoulders collapsed with your sigh — Chuuya took it as his sign. He passed the threshold of the bathroom, eager to dispel the distance between you both. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest. Your eyes slipped closed as the scent of him enveloped you; leather and smoke, with a hint of his expensive cologne he saved for events just like this.

His grip tightened. You felt the splay of his long fingers hidden in leather in the valley between your shoulders; exposed by the backless ballgown.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, his voice so uncharacteristically small. Chuuya turned to bury into your neck and you let him, bringing your hand to rub soothingly against his head.

You turned into his chest and burrowed further. Listening to his erratic heartbeat, wondering if it belonged to him or the god of destruction sharing part with his body. But when you looked up at him; into those eyes that were all the shades of blue, all Chuuya Nakahara, you had your answer loud and clear.

They flickered over your face in that moment. He reached up, padding the damp skin underneath your eyes tenderly. "I'm—"

You didn't let him finish — instead, you raised up on the balls of your feet and connected your lips. A soft, heart breaking kiss, your hands coming to rest on either side of his face, his hand cradling the back of your head gingerly — like you were made of glass, and this time, he wouldn't break it. Wouldn't even dare.

The kiss reminded you why it was worth it — why this was worth it. Why there was nothing in this world that could make you give up on each other.

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stinkyme · 1 year

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Hi! I couldn’t find the request state, I’m so sorry if they’re closed :c but if it’s okay, may I request Dazai, chuuya and tecchou when In the middle of a very cold night, s/o starts trembling because of the cold? So much fluff if that’s possible ^^

Hello darling! You got the right request state and of course you can, I apologize for the wait, I hope you like it and enjoy it! :) <3

Format is a short scenario :)

CW/TW: SFW, none besides some cursing on Chuuya's part; GN!reader, pet names (baby, darling, angel), fluff

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

Let me warm you up || Dazai, Chuuya, Tecchou x Reader (separated)

Dazai Osamu

Dazai and you made a deal to stay over at his place tonight. You were quite excited because it was a long time since the two of you were able to finally have some alone time given so much work both of you had. You had an amazing night, filled with catching up, lighthearted gossiping, giggles, cuddles, watching movies and simply enjoying each other's presence and at some point two of you fell asleep. You don't exactly remember when you fell asleep but you woke up suddenly shaking due to feeling so cold. You were sure it wasn't this cold before but you couldn't really focus due to your whole body convulsing as your teeth started chattering. Your movement most likely woke up Dazai as his soft voice filled your ear.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?" Dazai whispered in a sleepy tone, his warm lips faintly brushing over your earshell sending more shivers down your spine as he put his palm over your forehead.

"I am cold." you responded quickly as you took a deep breath trying to ease up the tensed muscles.

"You are not sick, which is good but let me warm you up baby." he said in a raspy but somehow still milky voice as he pulled you in towards him.

"Turn around for me, can you do that?" he was still whispering and you nodded, quickly turning around and facing him. He threw his leg over you as well as his arm, squeezing you tightly. He moved his other arm under your head making it rest on his dim biceps as his forearm and gentle hand rested on your back. He quickly moved his other hand away from hugging you, tucking you under the blanket, making sure your back is fully covered and slowly putting it back where it was before, once again squeezing you close to his body. He was gently rubbing your back with his hands making you feel warmer.

"Is it a bit better now?" he was murmuring out and you nodded, moving your body more into his. You were getting sleepier as you kept getting warmer and feeling safe in his soft and loving embrace. Dazai started humming, closing his eyes, his silvery voice lullabying to sleep as your body kept relaxing more and more.

"Tomorrow I might tell you I turned off heat on purpose but until then, sleep well my love." he made a confession through a faint whispering as you shoot your eyes open, making his eyes widen as his lips curled downwards.

"You did what?" you questioned in a sleepy but accusing tone.

"I have no idea what you are talking about, go back to sleep baby." he was trying to trail away from the topic as his expression changed, a sly smirk appearing on his face.

"Dazai Osamu if you don't turn on that heat right-" you were getting worked up when Dazai cut you off.

"Tell me, are you feeling warm now?" he kept trailing off in his usual, just quieter tone.

"I do but that's not the point, you-" you were trying to explain in a slightly louder tone as he cut you off again.

"Then we don't need heat, plus do you really want me to leave you here to be...alone...without me...without my loving arms…to keep you warm…?" he was making little pauses between his remarks trying to gain your sympathy as he faked being hurt.

"Oh shut up. Fine. I just don't get the point of you doing this." you exclaimed in a slightly annoyed tone but deep inside you didn't mind.

"Well it was a fun way to get you to cuddle me." he replied teasingly, squeezing you even tighter.

"What-" you tried to ask him another question but your voice got muffled by him squeezing your head into his chest.

"Shhh, don't worry your pretty head about that. Now just let me keep you warm." he whispered out, pulling away, his gaze lovingly tracing your features. You gave up on trying to understand his reasoning, head snuggling into his chest as you closed your eyes. He started moving his fingers sensuously through your hair sending more shivers down your spine. Soft humming was filling up the room again making you slowly drift off to sleep, your body and mind feeling cozy, warm and loved in Dazai's arms.

"I love you, Y/N. Sleep tightly, my love." he whispered out, finger gently brushing over your cheek as his eyes were scrutinizing your sleepy face as if he was wondering how you felt so peaceful with him. He was slowly tucking the blanket behind your back one last time making sure he doesn't wake you up, putting his hand back on your head and kissing your forehead, leisurely drifting off to sleep himself, feeling just as peaceful and warm as you.

Chuuya Nakahara

Two of you were spending time in Chuuya's apartment after going out for dinner. Both of you finished showering and changing in more comfortable clothes. He had some paperwork to do but you wanted to sleep because you were tired.

"I just have some things to finish but I promise I will join you soon. Let me at least tuck you in, darling." he was insisting in a soft yet raspy tone and you nodded, yawning sleepily. Chuuya and you went to the bedroom and you laid under the blanket quickly, a faint smile appearing on your lips as you were waiting for him to tuck you in. His lips curled into an amused smirk as a mellow chuckle escaped his throat. Chuuya started tucking the blanket around you, hands gently pressing the fabric on all sides, making sure your whole body was nicely covered. He was straightening the edges behind your back and finishing up the process as your eyes began to close, sleepiness overpowering you. Chuuya's face leaned in near yours, his warm lips placing a loving kiss on your forehead. Your blissful smile was slowly melting away from your face as you were falling asleep.

"I will be in my work room so I don't disturb you, sweet dreams angel." he was saying under his breath, tender and amorous gaze trailing over your sleepy expression. He was admiring you for a while and finally slowly taking his leave, quietly closing doors behind him. He went into his work room and started working on paperwork for the Port Mafia that had to be done.

Some time has passed and Chuuya began noticing the cold sensation that suddenly made his focus trail away from the papers.

"What the hell now?" he exclaimed to himself as he got up to check the radiators that were stone cold. He was frowning as he was checking the ventil, however it worked perfectly.

"Shit." he spat out under his breath as he took his phone to call technicians and see what he could do about this.

"Come on, pick up assholes." his voice was still quieter than usual, one foot repeatedly tapping on the floor as he was waiting for their response.

"Hello? Yeah, Chuuya Nakahara here, my heat stopped working and I was wondering if something was on my side or-" he got cut off by the technician on the other side of the call.

"Sorry sir, everyone's heat got cut off due to some issue in the central heat system, we can't do anything right now, you will have to wait a few hours." tehnician answered calmly and politely.

"You gotta be kidding me! It's freezing, did you go outside? How do you expect people to sleep in this cold?!" Chuuya questioned in a highly annoyed tone, getting slightly louder than before.

"Sorry sir, there's just as much as we can do as for now." man answered and hung up, leaving Chuuya insanely irritated. He clicked his tongue, mind still focusing on how to fix this before you wake up. He was pacing around the room, meanwhile you already woke up, your whole body shivering as you moved into fetus position trying to warm yourself up, gripping the blanket tightly. Chuuya kept pacing for a while when he heard your little sniffles and almost ran into the room.

"Angel, you are awake. I am so sorry, they cut off the heat, something in the central system..bastards..oh you are shivering, hold on, let me warm you up." he was jumping from topic to topic as he went to the huge closet that was filled with blankets and took out three thickest ones, clumsily walking towards you. He put them on the end of the bed, swiftly picking one up, spreading it in air and letting it drop over your body. He repeated the process with two other blankets and started adjusting them nicely around your body, tucking you in for the second time. You began to feel warmer and warmer due to heavy, cozy and fluffy blankets as well as Chuuya's tucking.

"Why don't you join me? It must be cold for you as well." you questioned Chuuya in a drowsy tone as your eyelids kept opening and closing slowly, a second wave of sleepiness washing over you. You moved from fetus position to the usual one as your muscles kept relaxing and untensing.

"I want to stay up and make sure you are not uncovering yourself." he was whispering out, voice sweet and loving.

"I have three heavy blankets over me, it's very unlikely. Now, get in here." you were convincing him in a sleepy yet firm tone making Chuuya nod as he quickly got under the blankets with you. You dropped the blanket over his body, putting your hand briskly under the covers and right around Chuuya's waist as you put your leg over him, hugging Chuuya tightly. He moved his arm under your head as his other arm wrapped around you, pulling you closer to his body as it rested around you.

"Sleep tight angel, make sure to have some sweet dreams." he whispered, his warm breath covering your face.

"I will baby, you make sure to get some sleep as well. I love you." you said sleepily as your eyelids became heavier, quickly drifting off to sleep as warmth completely relaxed your whole body.

"I love you more and I will, don't worry." he replied gently, even though he didn't really sleep as he said he would. Chuuya was waking up almost every hour out of concern that you got uncovered or cold again. He would check up on you and with utmost care tuck blankets around you more in just in case which is why he didn't feel very rested in the morning, but he didn't regret it one bit as long as you are warm and comfortable.

Tecchou Suehiro

Tecchou and you had a mission and had to spend the night in the woods during a very cold night so you put on some fire as you shared one blanket that was covering your backs. You have set the tent before so now Tecchou was observing ants and naming each one of them, explaining their hierarchy to you as his honey-like voice kept making you sleepy and drowsy. Listening to wood cracking under steady fire as well as Tecchou's soft tone made your eyelids grow more and more heavy. You put your head on Tecchou's shoulder, slowly dozing off.

"Hm? Oh, are you getting bored Y/N?" he inquired in his usual tone making you jump from suddenness.

"Oh? No, no. I am sorry, your voice has been putting me to sleep as well as the fire." you replied with genuinity in your voice as Tecchou's face remained the same.

"So, is my voice boring you out? Should I switch it up?" he questioned in as genuine of a tone as yours was, making you giggle.

"That's not what I meant, I was already sleepy and I like your voice so as you kept talking it made me sleepier, not because I am bored but because it comforts me. Do you understand?" you explained in a loving and soft tone as Tecchou's lips curled into a dim smile.

"I do now, well...should we go to sleep? We have huge things to do tomorrow so I guess that's the best choice right now." he answered his own question which made you giggle even more as you got up and put off the fire with water from a bottle.

"I agree with you...even though I wish I asked you to do Jouno's or Teruko's voice, I wonder how that would sound." you kept giggling as you got inside of the tent. Tecchou was following right behind you, his expression revealing he was thinking about what you've said. You got inside your sleeping bag and unfortunately they were kinda bigger than you expected so a lot of air kept coming inside, making you slightly cold but you were too tired to think about it. You fell asleep almost instantly, not even saying good night to Tecchou as he got inside his sleeping bag, still thinking about what you said and how he would do the voices, practicing them inside his head, however falling asleep quickly after.

Around forty fives later, a biting and sharp wind started howling through the branches as it sneaked inside your tent and further into your sleeping bag, waking your already cold body up. You opened your eyes as you took a deep breath, chest slightly hurting from your muscles tensing up. You were trying to keep quiet so you don't wake Tecchou up but he was already awake from the combinated loudness of the branches and wind. He took notice of your body shivering and tensing up as the thin fabric of the sleeping bag kept stretching from your movement.

"Baby? Wait, let me warm you up." he whispered out sleepily, gently rubbing his eye as he got out of his sleeping bag. He was kneeling towards you and swiftly undid the zipper of your sleeping bag.

"Can you get up for me? We can share my hoodie. It's painfully oversized, I can probably fit five people inside." he said in a soft tone as his hand gently rubbed your arm. You nodded, slowly getting up as your muscles kept shriveling. Tecchou undid his zipper and went behind you, his heated and thin T-shirt clothed chest pressing on your back as he wrapped the hoodie around you and pulled the zipper up. You put your knees up and rested your arms around your legs as he pulled the hoodie further over them, making you cozy and warmer. His clothed arms wrapped around your body as the two of you kept snuggling for a while, your body kept slowly reheating.

"It will be hard to sleep like this, you know?" you told him as a soft chuckle escaped your throat.

"You think?" Tecchou took that as a challenge and swiftly pulled you down with his body, the two of you laying over your sleeping bag as your eyes widened for a quick moment due to his rapideness.

"Well...how will we close the zipper of a sleeping bag?" you were teasing him playfully making Tecchou squint his eyes as he realized his mistake.

"Makes sense...well take my hoodie." he got up without any warning, making you scoff as your body got pushed by him.

"Can you at least give me a heads up before you do something?" you asked him in a slightly surprised tone as he stayed silent, moving his upper body swiftly and getting out of the hoodie. You put your arms inside the sleeves, turning towards Tecchou, a worried expression appearing on your face.

"What about you though? You can't stay in that thin shirt the whole night." your voice kept expressing worry and care making Tecchou chuckle lightly.

"Heh, I will be fine. My body is always high in temperature so I will be okay and we can sleep together in your sleeping bag therefore I will also be warm." he reassured you and you nodded as the two of you got inside the bag, your back pressing against his front. He put his arm around you pulling you closer to him as you put your hand over his forearm, squeezing it gently. Wind was slowing down just as your body got completely reheated, breathing syncing up with Tecchou's.

"Now you can sleep nicely baby. Have sweet dreams." he said the second part of his sentence in some mixture of demonic and high pitched tone making you shoot your eyes open.

"What the hell was that?" you asked him concerned as your heart started beating slightly faster.

"Oh, I was imitating Jouno." he answered in his usual tone, making you sigh out.

"Never do that again. Please." you said sharply, closing your eyes as you kept getting sleepier.

"Hm...fine. I think I did a great job though. Now, sleep well angel and have some lovely dreams. I love you." he whispered out, placing a gentle kiss on the back of your head. You were giggling as you squeezed his forearm.

"You did, that's the problem." you laughed out as you moved his hand closer to your lips and kissed it. Tecchou chuckled at your confirmation.

"Sleep well Tecchou, I love you more." you whispered out, closing your eyes as warmth and coziness kept filling up your body, two of you quickly dozing off to sleep feeling safe, secure and comfortable.

The End :) <3

Special thanks to my loveliest @iovetecchou for helping me with preface for Chuuya and Tecchou, I love you :D <3

I hope you liked it and enjoyed it! :) <3

Thank you for the request one more time and huge thanks to everyone for supporting me and being nothing but kind, I deeply appreciate it :) <3

Huge kisses on the forehead for everyone :3

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masuchu · 2 years

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↻ STANDING IN FRONT OF THEM WITH YOUR ARMS OPEN ?!

pairing. chuuya x reader, dazai x reader, atsushi x reader, ranpo x reader

warnings. none!

a/n. second post :00 this one is less rushed !! i hope you like it :)

chuuya —

he’ll be a little confused, but he’ll get there in a second or two!

just stares right back at you and says something along the lines of “well, what are you waiting for? my lap is right here, doll.”

he’ll let you stay there for as long as you like, on the condition that you don’t disrupt his work too much,,

feel free to start poking and prodding him, he’ll either shout at you or you’ll start a war, a war that you won’t win by the way :))

he likes having you there, really. it’s a nice presence near him that he’s never really had before, it’s nice. your nice. chuuya admit he’s in love challenge??

if you start doing it all the time, he’ll just chuckle and sigh, lift you up like a koala and let you hold onto him for however long you need

he’ll say stuff like ‘wow, somebody’s clingy’ or ‘do you really like hugging me that much?’ but what he won’t tell you is that he secretly loves watching you stand next to him with your arms extended, like a lost puppy, it’s cute

you can always count on chuuya to know what you want, he takes pride in being the best boyfriend

you tell him that he’s always welcome to do it to you too, he’ll probably shout at you like ‘huh?! no, i’m not doing that.’ he really wants to

dazai —

knows immediately.

he won’t waste a minute, he will stop whatever he is doing and completely flop onto you. this man will not let an opportunity to touch you, let alone hug you, pass that easily

and he won’t get off either. good luck breathing.

you’ll be on the floor, wheezing, tears in your eyes telling him “samu,, get off please..”

he’ll look you dead in the eyes and go “no. 😀”

(will also whine if you get annoyed, saying stuff like ‘but you wanted this firssssssstttt,,’ or ‘are you really going to deny me of a hug, you wouldn’t ☹️’)

sly bastard

you’ll learn to not do this again,,

all jokes aside, when he’s finally had his fill of clinging to you like a koala, he’ll turn around and settle for spooning you for a bit

he’ll lay low on being clingy and you’ll both just lay there, in peace (the peace is only temporary, might i add.)

but anyways, back to the prompt-

he’ll always know what you want when you do this, and don’t think for a second that anything will stop him from tackling you to the floor, bed, sofa and not letting you go

you already know that he has absolutely no issue doing this to you too! he will stand there, like a little kid, pouting and whining at you. he will not stop

good luck 👍🏻

atsushi —

POOR BABY HE’LL BE SO CLUELESS :((

he’ll just look at you like a puppy, face blank and confused and just say “do you need anything..?”

he’ll probably be a bit scared ngl, you’re standing there, looking down on him with your arms out, silent as well…

are you threatening him? should he be concerned? did he forget to do something and you realised and now your hunting him do-

“atsushi, i want a hug”

oh.

immediately flushes pink and stammers out an apology while also trying to tell you that he would love to give you a hug

“o- oh! sorry, hah - ha. y - you, you can have a hug! if you want!! but, you don’t have too!! you know, if you like, don’t want to a - anymore! thats fi-“

you shut him up by sitting on his lap and wrapping your arms around him. it’s effective, 10/10 attack

once he calms down a little bit from his little mini heart attack, he’ll hug you back and put his face in your neck. out of shyness and because your warm.

he’s really grateful for you, you know. he wants to tell you so badly, but he can’t. so he hopes that his actions speak for him. the way he’ll fix the covers and make you comfier if he wakes up first, the way he’ll hold your hand tightly so he doesn’t loose you in public, the way he swear he’ll protect you no matter what, because your name can not be added to the list of people he’s lost.

and as much as he’s utterly clueless on love, he’s trying his best. and he’s thankful that the stars aligned you two, he’ll never thank you enough

crying rn guys

ranpo —

i’ll tell you exactly how this will go down

this man is territorial. he is literally a cat.

he’s watching you stand there, arms extended, hands grabbing at him, eyes watching hopefully

and he’ll say

“you can’t have any, this is my food!”

‘“..what?”

“i said, these are my snacks! i’m not sharing!”

you audibly giggle. loud.

that giggle turns into hysterical laughter.

bro gets angry

are you laughing at him? he bought you snacks! not his fault you ate them all! you’re still laughing!! this is a serious matter, babe!!

your laughter dies down a little bit and you wipe your tears, still giggling every second

“honey, sweetie, baby, my love. i don’t want your food, i want a hug.”

HE GETS DEFENSIVE!!

“yeah, i knew that obviously! because of my ability babe, my ability, yeah. i knew you wanted a hug i just, you know, was testing you, yeah. mhm.”

“sure, babe.”

he’s about to argue that ‘he’s telling the truth!’ but you flop down onto and wrap your arms over his shoulders before he can protest.

he just sits there, grumpy, like a cat

he’ll look away and pout when you giggle at his frown, patting his head and telling him ‘it’s okay, love. you didn’t know.’

give him more head pats he needs them for brainpower, he can’t get smarter without them

he now knows for future reference, if his partner is standing over him like an owl, grabbing their hands and staring at him, it is not a threat

oh yeah, and he’ll deny that that ever happened if you bring it up again!

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gettinshiggywithit · 1 year

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!Eras!

Scenario:chuuya celebrates his birthday through the years~

Pairing: chuuya x gn!reader

Type:drabble

Genre:fluff

A/N:HIII YH IK THIS IS LATE BUT LIFE KINDA LIFED...please lmk what yall think and if thia was good at all😭

Tagging: @diagonal-queen

HAAPPYY BIRTHHDAYYY TOOO YOUUUUUU!

The members of the sheep all whooped and clapped as their king blew out his candles.

“Come on!,” shirase said as he smiled at chuuya with a quirked brow, “you’re supposed to feed those closest to ya!”

Shirase obviously thought he’d be first,with yuan standing right behind him,but when chuuya nodded and cut out the first slice,the first person to be fed,

Was you.

Chuuya turned to you,beaming as he held out the slice for you to take a bite,and as you did his smile grew brighter.

You could see shirase huffing in front of you,seeming to take offense at not being chuuya’s apparent number one,and he almost refused when the slice was offered to him second.

No one could ever outrank you in chuuyas heart,you were his best friend;his confidant.just as loyal, just as kind and just as deadly.you complimented eachother completely and had gotten pretty close,even if you werent a high ranking member of the sheep you were still the most important to him.

———;—————@

Another year,another set of candles blown out.but this time he wasn’t surrounded by the sheep,no,not anymore.This time he was surrounded by his new friends,the flags.

albatross slapped him on the shoulder,making a comment about how he was another year older but not another inch taller,earning a retort and scowl in return.pianoman made a comment on how the joke was so low hanging that even chuuya could have reached it and this earned yet another punch and grumble from the targetted ginger.

You couldnt help but laugh at their antics.the flags were good for him and you loved that he could find a group of people who cared for him more than shirase and the sheep ever could.the mere thought of the silver-haired bastard bringing a sour taste to your mouth,one you attempted to swallow down with some wine.

Chuuya looked to you when he heard your laugh,his anger immediately replaced by a crooked smile. “Nice to know my pain brings you joy y/n” he says as he rolls his eyes,his hands resting on his hips as he looked at You with a look of mock hurt.you scoff in reply as you get up from your seat,place the wine glass back on the table and make your way towards him. “Mhmm dam right it does.” You say with a smirk,flicking his forehead with your middle and pointer fingers, “now come on a tradition’s a tradition,nakahara~”

Chuuya rolled his eyes again and cut out the slice,feeding it to you before turning to the rest of the flags.the sprinkle of red dusting his cheeks didn’t go unnoticed by any of them as they all chuckled to themselves.their little ginger had a crush~

And they weren’t wrong in their assumptions.chuuya had indeed caught feelings for you,or rather,he’d realised he’d had them all along.when the sheep had betrayed him,stabbing him (literally) in the back,you’d jumped down to go after him.None of the members has let you know about the blindside as they’d all known you’d either warn chuuya or find a way to foil their plans.none of them tried to stop you when you ran for him though,treating it more like a kind of two-birds-with-one-stone situation. And when dazai offered chuuya an ultimatum,you agreed to join too.you saw nothing in the sheep anymore.their fear of being betrayed had rotted them to the core and you held nothing but hatred for them now.chuuya had appreciated how you’d stayed by his side,how you hadn’t abandoned him.and it was then that he realized he did have feelings for you (yup ik,inconvenient but hey! Watcha gonna do?)

———————-;——-@

It was once again April 29th, and the clock had just struck midnight.chuuya stood alone in your pantry,a little cupcake which said ‘happy b day’ stood before him with a lit candle stuck in its top.he blew out the candles as you sang softly,clapping when it finally went out. “You know what time it i-!” Before you could complete your sentence chuuya crashed his lips into yours,capturing them is a passionate kiss.his hands were on your waist,pulling you closer as yours cupped his face.

When he finally broke the kiss,panting for air as he rested his forehead against yours,he finally said, “lets skip the traditions for once huh?” He’d said smiling like an idiot.you couldnt help but laugh as you replied with a, “Thats just fine by me~” you held his face and looked into his eyes before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Happy Birthday Chuuya,I love you” and in that moment he felt like the luckiest guy alive.his best friend turned lover,his one constant,was with him yet again and the look in your eyes told him you’d be there till your heart stopped beating.so in reply he said the only thing he could,it couldn’t fully encompass how much he loved you or how much you meant to him,but it was simple and sweet,

“Love you too y/n”

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aphroditesswan · 9 months

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OML THANK U FOR RESPONDING TO MY QUESTION 😭🙏

Okay so like how about this...

Chuuya and reader/y/n are dating, but she's been hanging out with dazai more often then with him. But in reality they ploting a surprise for him for an anniversary or his birthday! (Gender can be any I don't mind!)

Angst to fluff please 😢🙏

Can be either a short fic, headcanon or anything I don't mind as long as ur confterble and happy! Anyways have a nice day/night (might request more in the future...) ♡♡

rather melodramatic, aren’t you?

chuuya nakahara x gn! reader

warnings : a lotttt of drinking, jealousy, insecurities in the relationship

summary : chuuya absolutely loses himself thinking of why you would pick dazai of all people over him to hang out with, jumping to conclusions until you get home to explain everything.

genre : angst to fluff with like one suggestive comment

notes : i listened to cigarettes out the window, a pearl, step on me, the other woman christmas kids, and mr loverman for this so if you see any references to those, they were most def intentional 😭

its been a week and you’ve been hanging around that idiotic dazai, probably out flirting and getting all close to him…

at least that’s how it was in chuuya’s eyes.

he was a bit delusional and when you sprinkle dazai in along with the absolute insanity that goes on in his head, it can’t lead to anything good.

maybe you’re growing tired of him, he thinks.

maybe you’ve grown to love that idiot more than him, he thinks.

there are infinite possibilities running through chuuya’s head as he consistently drinks away this thoughts, the days and nights feeling utterly, completely, inexplicably empty without you.

you fill the hole in his heart that he’s had for as long as he can remember, and to think he’d have dazai take that away from him??

not on his watch.

well… his sober watch.

he threw his hat onto the couch, grabbing a bottle of wine without even looking at the cabinets for a cup. he didn’t care at l this point, all he wanted was to forget the ache in his chest, the spinning in his stomach, the burn of tears in his eyes as he flopped his back flat on the bed, breathing deeply to at least try and calm himself even a little bit.

but he knew that was pointless.

he felt like nothing without you. sure he was an important figure in the Port Mafia but without you? please, his status and power could’ve meant the same as a dirty nickel he almost tripped on while walking on the sidewalk.

he opened the bottle, sitting up as he did so he didn’t spill it all over his soft silk sheets. those were expensive, not worth the mess he thought.

he chugged a bit of it, throwing the cork into a forgotten corner of the room as he threw his head back to throughly get the most out of his five second gulp.

he slammed it onto the nightstand, the aggression in his movements aimed at you, at dazai, at his insecurities. he tore his gloves off, throwing them onto the nightstand before putting his hands over his face, his fingers in his hair as he quietly cried into his hands.

he wished he was better. he knew him and dazai were a team at times, that you wouldn’t do this to him, that he was just as good as everyone else if not better…

but he couldn’t shake it. he couldn’t shake his insecurities, his anxieties all because of dazai.

he’d drink himself to death inside a prison cell before he admits that though.

he just wished that you wouldn’t disappear from his life, he’d let you do whatever you want as long as you stay with him. okay, that was a lie, he isn’t a pushover. a devoted boyfriend? absolutely but a doormat? never.

he grabbed the cold dark bottle of wine again, drinking and crying the rest of the sunset away as all he could think and worry about was whatever the hell you and dazai were doing and why you had barely texted him all week.

he paced through your shared bedroom, talking rather loudly to himself as he tried to come up with reasonable explanations, his reasoning for your absence getting more and more insane as he kept drinking.

thankfully, he heard you finally walk through the door. he quickly grabbed his hat, throwing it on as he went to meet you at the door with his cheeks flushed and his eyes dazed from alcohol.

“there you are! do you- do you know how long i’ve been waiting for you- to get back? i swear i was about to text you and ask what- what position you two were in for fucks sake i-“

he rambled on and on until he saw your amused yet concerned smile… and a gift bag in your hand…?

“what the hell- stop smiling like that! don’t tell me dazai got you that bullshit- you’ve got to be joking don’t tell me your-“

he was cut off by a kiss, his lips tasting like alcohol and his breath smelling the same. you counted the seconds until midnight like it was new year’s eve and although you could tell he was already breathless, you didn’t let go. he could hold out for just a bit longer, he’d have to.

as soon as it hit 12:00 and the notification for a very very special day popped up you let him go, the poor man almost falling straight into you.

“why-… the hell did you-“

“it’s april 29th chuuya.”

“what does that have to do with anything? i don’t give a single shit what the day is.”

“chuuya.”

“what??”

“it’s your birthday. happy birthday, love.”

you smiled, one hand still holding onto his shoulder and the other bringing up the gift bag you have for him. it takes him a good minute or two, but eventually his drunken mind put two and two together and figured out everything on its own.

“oh- ohhh… ugh, i’m so sorry dear.”

he groaned with a frown, his forehead falling onto your shoulder as he lazily wrapped his arms around your waist to bring you closer to him.

“it’s fine chuu, i missed you, you know. it’s not easy keeping secrets.”

“i’m glad you feel that way.”

he sighed into your shoulder, breathing in your scent. he thanked the gods that you didn’t smell a bit like dazai but just like you always do, maybe a bit tainted with wine and his cologne but that’s how he liked it, he was possessive like that.

“we can spend the day together… right? just us for today.”

“well after you get some sleep and a pill for your hangover, yes of course we can.”

“as long as you come with me, i accept.

“see? what would you do without me.”

“baby, i’m a wreck when i’m without you.”

sorry this was super short!! i wrote this at like midnight cause that’s when i get randomly motivated but i hope this is to your liking!! please feel free to request more :DD

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junosmindpalace · 11 months

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somethin’ stupid

☾ ft. chuuya nakahara

☾ lately, chuuya hasn’t been able to resist his bluntness.

inspired by the song “somethin’ stupid” <3

“I love you.”

These evenings were perfect, Chuuya thought, and he hoped you shared his sentiment. Evenings spent filling the gaps in your time together, fragmented by streams of work, appreciating the nighttime Yokohama scenery as you walked to the bar you frequented after enjoying a luxurious dinner (funded, of course, by Chuuya’s wallet), and indulging in the satisfying burn of whatever drink you decided on that night as it slipped down your throats.

There was never a dull moment in the Port Mafia, always something in need of attention. You especially, as an intelligence officer, would be buried knee deep in either some external affairs or paperwork that made you want to suffocate yourself in its depth. It wasn’t often that your schedule aligned with Chuuya’s. He’d always wait patiently in line with your other duties until you’d finally have time to spend an evening with him.

In his drunken state, he would ramble on about whatever emotion had been overtaking him. For some time it was anger, and for a long while the topic of his drunken rambles was his annoyance over his former partner. But when the two of you were alone together, another emotion captivated him, though it wasn’t any kinder on his heart nor any more soothing on his mind.

It was a gentleness you could only imagine few in the Port Mafia being exposed to, an intimacy reserved only for you on the nights the two of you would slip into your usual bar making easy conversation, laughing lightheartedly about whatever topic of conversation you were discussing. Only when he is with you, when the stars turn red and when your perfume intermingled with the fog in his already hazy head from the drink he swirls around in his glass does his inability to express himself tenderly finally drift away with the fog. Only then can he say the words that always linger in the back of his mind. Words so simple, so cliché, so right--

“I love you.”

He says it quieter this time, processing through the haze that your silence wasn’t necessarily good reception to his confession. Through the fog he can still observe the emotion in your eyes, those beautiful vibrant eyes of yours. It was familiar; he had seen it through the fog yesterday too. Annoyance? Anger? It was hard to name. But your eyes welled with it, staring at him with your mouth curled ever so slightly in distaste.

He had said the words the night before as well, under the exact same circumstances. After dropping into the same bar with you, exchanging laughs and anecdotes, and having his drink seize his mind and emotions. Your face was different tonight, however. Last night, Chuuya remembers through the haze, your eyes were wide and shimmered with that undetectable emotion, your mouth agape and sitting straight. Tonight however, your body stiffened upon processing the words- words that were no different than last nights, hunched over your drink as you stared at him.

To you, it was just a line. People say all sorts of things when they're intoxicated. But the words have never felt so right to Chuuya when he says them to you.

He’s never been the type to outright confess to anything he feels, but he’s always trying to be clever with his actions, always trying to make his feelings go through to you in the ways he knows how. Always a simple call away when you’d need anything at all, letting friendly touches linger just a second longer, the care in his eyes when he looked at you. Never quite being able to hold himself back from getting involved when it came to you, always treating your affairs as if they were his, your emotions his own. Whether you liked it or not, he was by your side, doing anything and everything to support you.

Yet still, these sorts of things were typical of Chuuya- typical of the Port Mafia- and so the message never quite reached you. In the evenings, however, he couldn’t restrain his bluntness. Instead of taking in the night scenery on his walk to the bar, bathing in the yellow glow of street-lamps, he’s admiring your face illuminated by the silver rays of the moonlight, the feelings bubbling up as he basked in your laughter, hands suddenly hot under his gloves (which have only ever posed as a constraint when you were around) when you stared at him with that ever attentive gaze of yours, head tilted to the side. It was no wonder the words just tumbled out when he was doing everything in his power to bite them back sober, so simple but so right. They felt good on his tongue, knowing that you were on the receiving end of them. And so he says it again, even quieter.

“I love you.”

You're searching his face and he’s still gazing into your eyes under the blurry counter lights, focusing on your face in order to try and fix his cloudy vision. By tomorrow, he’ll probably forget the words he spoke, and of course, you won’t bring them up, just like you had done before in order to maintain your current relationship. He’d hate himself if he knew, always so gentlemanly and courteous with you that acting so insensitively and out of character would only leave him to marvel over his inappropriate behavior in agony. And that patience and kindness of yours Chuuya just adored would make sure that such a thing didn’t happen. You were mature enough to handle the situation with grace. There was no reason to inconvenience him when they were nothing but words.

With how many times he repeats them, however, you would think it were a chant, a spell he’s casting to try to convince you the words meant more than your hurt expression was telling him. It was unlike him to be so quiet, known for his expressiveness especially when under the influence. It was as if his mind had only a single thought that he urgently needed to get through.

They do say drunk words are sober thoughts.

His vision tunnels and his eyes slowly shrink, but Chuuya still manages to mumble out the line one final time before the grip on his glass loosens and he passes out with his head tilted sideways.

“I love you.”

🏷️ tags: @sunslept because she told me to post

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ay-chuu · 2 years

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Some Chuuya mini-headcanons!

-Chuuya is definitely a romantic lover. He loves so passionately that sometimes it even hurts him. Because Chuuya is always passionate about his feelings. Whetever confidence, anger, happiness or pride.

-Chuuya fucking loves you and will strive for your love if he has the chance. And he's a wonderful lover, whether it's the walks he takes you in the moonlight or the little gifts he keeps bringing you.

-Contrary to popular belief, Chuuya is pretty good with words, he just shouldn't get excited. He is seriously stutters if he gets REALLY excited

- Chuuya loves mystical things. Bonus points if you love it too! Just imagine at home burning incense with him, drinking wine and talking like a rich girl while talking about mystical topics LMAOO He calls it the "perfect purge night".

- If you won't break his trust, give your love verbally/non-verbally and be loyal to him. No matter what kind of person you are, Chuuya will love you. (But be nice, okay? My boy deserves it!)

- I don't know why, but you know that wedding renewal stuff? Chuuya is definitely such a man for that-

-Chuuya is seriously one of the sweetest lovers one could ask for...

#chuuya #chuuya fluff #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #bsd #bsd chuuya #bsd fluff #chuuya nakahara fluff #chuuyabsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd chuuya x reader #by.aychu

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starscara · 2 years

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sfw, fluff, suggestive themes

thinking about chuuya who wears your bra strap as his new choker. it’s his own little spin on the bra strap bracelet trend, and he’s fuckin loving it! his choker already means so much to him, and having you wrapped around his neck at all times is like a dream come true.

initially, chuuya doesn’t tell you about his new accessory; instead he lets you notice it yourself. the realisation comes during an intimate moment where you’re kissing his neck, and then you realise.

“you got a new choker, chuu?” you ask, not yet realising its nature. chuuya nods happily before hooking a finger underneath the material and slipping it off, allowing the long strap to unravel in his hands. when you finally figure it out, your jaw drops. “is that…”

“i borrowed one of your bras,” he says, twirling the elastic in between his fingers. “there’s this whole trend where someone wears the strap of their girlfriend’s bra as a bracelet … but my choker means more to me so i used it for that instead.”

“hey, what’s wrong? why’re you crying?” chuuya looks shocked as you wipe away the tears that dribble down your cheeks. “are you mad ‘cos i borrowed one of your bras?”

you laugh through the sobs. “no,” you say, “it’s just really sweet.” you meet eyes with chuuya. “it’s also really hot.”

his shock turns to a smirk. “oh yeah?”

you nod. “yeah.”

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godkeis · 1 year

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hi there! saw your posts about u accepting requests so here i am.

can i request some short drabbles/hc (up to you) about chuuya since he's my comfort character bout he comforting reader who rarely open up their feelings + them having a bad day?

if u feel like this topic is too cliche or u didn't feel like writing it then its fine!

^^ thank you n have a nice day ❤️

COMFORTING S/O AFTER A TOUGH DAY

pairing: nakahara chuuya x f!reader

genre: hurt/comfort | drabble

warnings: none

author's note: have a nice day to you too! 💘

reblogs and feedback are very much appreciated! 🫶🏻

chuuya noticed it. the way your shoulders are down, your dull eyes, your chapped lips, and your distance from him. he noticed everything. however, chuuya knows that you don't often talk about your problems especially when you're tired and just want to sleep everything away.

so when you came home from an oversea mission and the distress was written all over your face, chuuya understood your silence.

he doesn't want to cross your boundaries but he knows that today is not the day where you can just sleep everything away. chuuya knows that you wanted to talk about it but will not open it up unless he asked first.

with that, he decided to brew two warm cups of tea as you shower. once the drinks are ready, he'll settle everything in the living room and condition the space by lighting a few scented candles he picked up when you're away.

after making sure that you are comfortable and finished your night routine, he’ll invite you over the living room to have a nice cup of warm tea with him. he’ll make sure that the temperature is warm enough to relax your body once the liquid poured inside.

chuuya will take his time to ask you slowly by starting off with “how’s the mission?” and with that, he’ll work his way up to conversing with you and what’s bothering you.

when he knows that the time is right, he’ll gently hold your hold and caress the back of your palm to assure you. “you know you can talk to me, right? is everything alright? i noticed that something might be bothering you and if you want, you can talk to me.”

chuuya’s heart was racing the whole time because he’s afraid that you’ll shut him down. but when you took a deep breath and started opening up with him about your pent up exhaustion from work, how everything was stressing you so much recently, that the mission has a lot of holes and you were the one who patched it up so that you and everyone in your squad can make it go back home alive, he couldn’t help but to let out a deep sigh.

there was also a sharp fang of pain around his heart when he learned that you were actually going through a lot right now but he doesn’t have a single idea about it. if you started tearing up while opening up, he will not hesitate to throw you into his chest and wrap you around his muscular arms. “shh. it’s okay, you’re doing really great. i’m so proud of you. let it all out, i’ll listen and understand you.”

the night will end up you falling asleep on chuuya’s lap as he place light touches on your head. it might not be the most comfortable position but if that's what you want and whatever you want, he will fight for anything just for you to get it.

chuuya is your home and he understands your silence very well.

the following day, he'll most likely go to the port mafia and round everyone up for a meeting. he'll propose new strategies and revise some plans so that for the future missions, you wouldn't experience the same troubles anymore.

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toorurs · 7 days

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AQUARIUS

synopsis: in which the both of you get partnered for a mission, but not just as work partners.

pairing: chūya nakahara x fem!reader | wordcount: 2.7k | content & warnings: fluff, mention of chūyas past , choppy writing + no proofead (you can tell when i got lazy + its 3am does it looks like im gonna proofread), unestablished relationship, they work at the pm, cursing (son of a bitch), chūya calls reader a term of endearment once (doll), dual pov | prompt: fake dating | onseshot

event: STARCROSSED 2024

tags: @azullumi hi beloved super cool azul ure so super duper cool. dont flip out but azul liked and rbed ur posts. me: (whys theres no backflip emoji) (we're literally friends). but omg i acc dont have friends im a mess im a loser im a hater im a user

a/n: i finished this at 3am also boo gingers perish /j. hope yall enjoy!!

“so? what are we here for, boss?

the auburn haired man asked. his left hand is glued to his side, resting on his gray waistcoat, his right hand was loosely shoved into the pocket of his dress pants. chuuya cocked his head to the side as he questioned your boss.

“i’ve made my decision.”

the man who was seated in front of you in his claret bergère chair announced. his slender fingers were encased in white adhesive gloves. the palms of his hands were facing down as he rested his chin on the back of his hand, magenta eyes flickering from chuuya and then to you before exhaling quietly and closing his eyes, pale skin draping over his eyes.

“after some back and forth, i’ve come to the conclusion that the most suitable person for this mission will be our dear miss [name]. she’ll be your plus one to the ball, accompanying you to your mission thus also carrying it out with you. gather information about our target and return as soon as possible. understood?”

the man before you asked, a playful smile had found its way on his face and his head was slightly angled to the side as he awaited your agreement.

“understood.” the both of you said in unison. chuuya took off the fedora that was placed atop of his head with his left hand and put it onto his chest as he closed his eyes and the both of you bowed down.

“very well then. i await good news.” mori continued to smile as he gestured to both of you to take your leave by waving.

when you arrived back home, you immediately spotted two big boxes that were placed in your living room. one of them included a gorgeous dress, although it was a bit plain - a monochrome dress, it was beautiful nevertheless. as you stood up to see how the piece of clothing would fit you, you took notice that it was quite long, the expensive fabric immediately meeting the floor. the material of the dress was sewn a bit tighter to make the waist stand out a bit more.

the other box contained a pair of matching heels in the same color. they weren’t too extravagant but still it seemed like the boss went all out when choosing the clothes. admittedly, you were a bit excited to see what chuuya would wear, would his outfit match with yours?

even though the both of you have worked together in the port mafia for so long and have been executives for a couple years now, the both of you never went on missions together, at least not when it was just the two of you.

chuuya gained the title of portmafia executive at the ripe age of 16, one year after he had joined the portmafia. while you on the other hand have only been an executive for a few years now. chuuyas strength is immense, not only the power of his ability but also his physical strength. he's not only respected but also feared among the members of the portmafia.

so to say that you were a tad bit nervous would be an understatement.

you set foot inside the big mansion, stepping towards the ballroom that was located right behind the doors of the entrance. a big chandelier adorned the ceiling, it illuminated the big room in a saffron-like color. the kaleidoscopic marble floor glittered beneath the opaline light and the large windows were shielded by white translucent curtains, behind them the moon and the stars were sparkling gracefully.

but they don't compare to chuuya - not in the slightest. he’s dressed in a suit that matches your dress, beneath his blazer there was a waistcoat and he doesn't wear his fedora or any other hat.

chuuyas eyes glow like a sapphire, the azul pair of eyes hides so much beneath them, they reach until the depths of the ocean, that is full of mysteries waiting to be uncovered - just like chuuya.

chuuya tenderly held your gloved hand with his left one, leading you to the side of the dance floor where everyone else stood, drinks in their hands as they chattered and laughed. the both of you came to a halt and the conversations stopped, attention solely on you and chuuya.

“my, some new faces. and who might you be? an elderly woman asked, as she took a small sip of her champagne.

“well, my name is chuuya nakahara. it's a pleasure to meet you.” he reached out his right hand to shake hands with the elderly lady. “ah i see. well then, nice to meet-” “the pleasure is all mine!” before she was able to finish her sentence someone interrupted her, chiming into the conversation. you turned your head over to the source of disturbance, a young man who was dressed in all white, hair a bit unkempt as he gave you a boyish smile.

“the pleasure is all mine!” the man repeated happily. “well, i'm sure it is.” chuuya murmured under his breath, giving the man a look that said “we heard you the first time.”

“may i ask who the lovely lady next to you is?” the man asked excitedly as if he had a hard time waiting. “oh you may.” chuuya responded in a faux courtesy tone. “she’s my spouse, my wife actually.” chuuya held up his left hand that was still intertwined with yours.

“chuuya..” you glanced at him from the side, whispering through gritted teeth, as you continued to smile nicely at the other people who were conversing and you could only listen.

“hm what is it?” the auburn haired answers, slightly raising his eyebrow as he turned his head to face you.

“it was supposed to be girlfriend, the boss never said anything about being married.” your voice croaks a bit, overall it seems like tonight your voice has betrayed you, sounding awkward everytime you exchange a word with chuuya.

“oh.” chuuya uttered.

“yeah, oh.” you sighed. the man seemed to take his leave and you continued your talk. “well, what's done is done. it doesn't matter now. let's just continue, carry out the mission successfully and report back to the boss.”

“yeah.” chuuya nods in agreement. “let's split up for now and gather intel and information about our target.”

“alright, i'll go to the other side of the room then and you stay here?” you ask.

“sure thing.” chuuya responds and calls over the waiter, asking for a small glass of wine, so he can pass the time a bit and doesn't only have to mindlessly listen to their boring conversations. after the waiter takes his leave, chuuya notices that you’re still here, next to him. glued to your place, not moving an inch.

“wasn't it your idea to split up? why are you still here? he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

you let out an exasperated sigh. “well, you see, i was trying to. but, someone's hand has been holding onto mine very tightly for the past minutes and won't let go.”

chuuya seemed to catch on pretty quickly and immediately let go of your hand. “m’sorry.” he mumbled. “ah, don't worry.” you cast him a small smile before leaving and step towards the other side of the room.

chuuyas eyes can only follow you. (they always have.)

after you left, his hand felt empty.

(but it's not like they’ve ever felt complete. he hides his hands to conceal his ability, the one that causes tumult and destruction, the one that makes him question if he can even be considered as human. his humanity is one thing chuuya still struggles with, it haunts him like a hunting animal, a wolf running and seeking out its prey, shredding it into pieces and devouring it without any mercy. but in this case chuuya can't help but wonder if he's the wolf who always seeks for the prey - the validation and the reassurance if he's human or if he's the prey that gets tormented by the constant feeling of knowing that he’ll never be (human) enough. for others, himself and you.)

the wine glass that he now holds in his left hand doesn't compare to your hand, it doesn't fill the endless void that chuuya sinks into. (he wonders when he’ll completely be devoured by it and eventually drowns.) your hand was the one that held out to him, the hand that’d pull him out of it, if he himself wasn't able to do so.

(chuuya is used to doing everything on his own, everything that once belonged to chuuya was stripped away from him, like a sheep that has its pelt ripped away from a wolf. his family, his friends, his humanity, they were once his. chuuya nakahara also belonged to him once - now he belongs to the port mafia. it has always been like that; it will always be like that.)

he can't help but grip his glass in envy as he watches you from across the room as you ecstatically laugh and chatter with a woman your age, it looks like you’re enjoying yourself, having the time of your life.

the way you laugh, move around so that the frills of your dress twirl with you, and eyes glimmer make you look majestic.

to chuuya you're not an outworldly creature like an angel that was chosen by the gods and descended from the heavens or a fairy that has magical powers to bewitch him.

you’re human - you’re more human than anyone else chuuya has ever encountered in his life, perhaps that is when chuuya really realized what it meant to be a human.

the raw and pure nature of humans was perfectly depicted in you.

the way you flawlessly managed to do every task you were assigned with and always came back with a bright grin plastered across your face, the way you always looked out for everyone, the way you sometimes went completely batshit during missions. you’re what chuuya has always imagined under being a human. (or perhaps all of his beliefs of being human have changed as soon as he saw you.)

you’re the large white and empty canvas that waits patiently until it gets filled with tons of colors. chuuya is the artist who holds the paintbrush in his hand, fingers trembling as he draws paint strokes along the canvas. pouring his heart out into the painting, vivid colors full of emotion, that say more than a thousand words ever could. chuuyas art makes paintings come to life - you. his muse, whom he could stare at for an eternity during an art exhibition, just like now during the ball.

you’re beautiful.

“mr. nakahara?” a male voice made him snap out of his haze, upon seeing who it was, chuuya almost spat out the red wine. great, it was the guy from before. “yes? how can i help you”? chuuya gives him an unimpressed look as he twirls the alcoholic liquid in his glass around. “I just wanted to ask if i’d be permitted to dance with your spouse. she's a really lovely woman, i felt quite bad for her because you didn't invite her to one single dance yet, even though you're her husband!” the man looks at him unapologetically.

son of a bitch.

but again, who was chuuya to judge? chuuya isn't in any position to forbid you to dance with someone, after all, the two of you weren't even together, the two of you were just partners, work partners to be precise.

still, there was something that stirred inside chuuyas gut that made him feel uneasy. an ugly feeling that made his gut churn. is this how jealousy feels? sure, chuuya has felt jealous a few times. seething in envy as he saw people with good relationships to their friends and families, people who were allowed to live a normal life, living just like a normal civilian, doing normal things, without having to worry. chuuya couldn't help but feel jealous.

but this time it's another type of jealousy, he’s not jealous of other people because they own something he doesn't but he’s jealous of the people who’re just as smitten for you as him.

“ah, well you see. i was just about to go and ask her for a dance. please excuse me.” his words are bitter and the glass of red wine is long forgotten, placing it onto the round table which is covered by a big white table cloth.

chuuya makes his way over where you stand, your cheeks are tinted in a rosy color, from the alcohol he assumes. your hair is a bit disheveled, have you played with the strands of your hair? but nevertheless, you continue to shine as beautifully as ever.

he tips you onto your shoulder and upon that you slightly flinch and turn around, eyes widening a bit when you see chuuya. “what are you doing here?” you whisper.

the auburn haired man doesn’t respond to your question, instead he bows down and reaches out his hand out to yours. “may i ask for this dance? after all, it takes two to tango.” chuuya thanks the gods that instead of facing you right now, he's facing the floor. he's not sure if he'd be able to bear it if you saw his flushed face.

your mouth shapes into a little “o” before responding. “sure.” you hum as you happily place your hand into his, intertwining your fingers. upon feeling your touch, chuuya immediately pulls you towards the dance floor. your movements start off clumsily but chuuya helps you gain and maintain your balance, swaying you around the dance floor and twirling you around, as the both of you dance hand in hand. one of his hands is placed on your waist and your hand has found its home on his shoulder.

chuuya continues to sway you around during a slow classical music piece. “i'd prefer some hard rock music.” you can hear chuuyas' little remark and cant help but laugh upon that, it distracts you from keeping your balance and tempo, almost tripping over the long fabric of your dress.

“careful, doll. you're gonna slip.” chuuya whispers. his warm breath fans against your ear, the heat rises through your whole body, making you shudder and your goosebump hairs stand up. you can only hum at that, too taken aback by the term of endearment, to properly respond.

the both of you slow your pace, your hands wrapping around his neck and his hands snaking around your waist to sway around. you put your forehead against his chest first, until you fully lean into his embrace.

this moment feels too intimate. that’s everything chuuya can think about, he’s scared that one day you too will also be ripped away from him, he doesn’t want that. chuuya likes you a lot, he adores the way you hum the sweet melody against his chest, the way your hands accidentally keep slipping off his neck but still return there every time, the way you sometimes step onto his foot but he stays quiet, yeah he’s absolutely whipped for you - he loves you.

but, is someone who’s out of this world, a non-human, who only moves in the shadows of the world, allowed to love a human, who lives their life freely?

chuuya doesn't know.

your line of work is dangerous, you could always encounter dangers that’d have a terrible outcome and chuuya wouldn't be there to prevent them, again, he’d lose everything that makes him human. chuuya isn’t sure if he’s able to live through this once again.

the both of you are work partners, crossing this line would come with its consequences.

but he allows himself to indulge in this moment, just this once. humans are greedy and selfish aren't they? it's in their nature. so being selfish for once, just this one time, just for you, wouldn’t mean committing a sin, would it?

chuuya buries his face into your hair, inhaling your shampoo, it smells sweet - the saccharine scent makes him relax. he presses a chaste kiss on top of your head, before gently continuing to sway you around.

after all, this is what work partners do, right?

e/n: tbh i didnt like this at all. it was so choppy just sentence after sentence without a real plot imo. i just didnt like how this turned out at all but i dont think id be able to write smth else or else itd turn out even worse

#toorurs #— STARCROSSED 2024 !!#bungo stray dogs x reader #chuuya x reader #bungo stray dogs fluff #bsd fluff #bsd x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya fluff #chuuya nakahara fluff #chuuya x you #chuuya x fem!reader

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piichuu · 9 months

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♡ AFTER WORK CUDDLES - CHUUYA NAKAHARA

gn!reader, fluff

WORD COUNT: 330

AUGUST DRABBLES

the front door slams shut as chuuya comes back home from a long day at work. his hair that he hasn’t brushed throughout the entire work day has become messy and when taking his hat off, the hair on the top of his head has almost become a bird nest, but honestly, he could not care less.

there are dark circles under his eyes and he sighs when looking at himself in the mirror, but when he looks towards the living room and sees you curled up in a blanket in front of the tv, a smile slowly creeps up over his lips.

you look up as the floor creaks under his feet and you barely even get to react before he wraps his arms around you, jumping onto the couch and into your embrace. “i missed you, work was boring,” he mumbles as he nuzzles his face into the warmth of your neck. “i’m sure it wasn’t that boring, but i missed you too, chu.”

he holds you close, sighing contently while just taking in the scent of your perfume that has been so dearly missed. a hand of yours goes to brush your fingers through his long ginger hair and he hums, looking up at you with a sweet smile.

“how has it been here? have you been here all day?” chuuya sits up a little more straight so his face is lined up with yours. he props his head up with his hand while leaning an elbow on a cushion that lays on the couch. “i’ve just been sitting here, nothing too special.”

he nods and moves to the corner of the couch so he can rest his back against a cushion while also stretching his legs. “let’s cuddle,” he mumbles and an even wider smile appears on your face as you crawl over to him, sitting in his lap while wrapping your arms around his neck. “i’m happy you’re home chuuya.” “i’m happy to be home.”

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inazuman · 2 years

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celebrating chuuya’s birthday with him. waking him up with kisses all over his face. morning sex. giving him the best blowjob of his life. him telling you since it’s his birthday he wants your pussy for breakfast. riding him so his hands are free to grab you where he likes. going out to a cafe for a filling brunch. giving him his birthday present!! and he says something like “thank you. nothing compares to having you in my life. you’re my greatest treausure.” having a peaceful night together. a candlelit dinner with complementary wine. champagne in a bathtub together that progresses to having champagne with cake afterwards. him carrying you to the bedroom to have sex again. pressing your face into the pillow so he has the beautiful visual of your ass in the air as he grabs at it whilst he fucks you. happy birthday chuuya <3

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stinkyme · 1 year

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HELLO STINKY! can i make a request for chuuya x reader where dazai realises chuuya has feelings for reader and tries (in his own teasing way) to get them together? maybe they're in the port mafia still but already+18 if thats okay

Hello! Of course you can and I apologize for the wait! I hope you like and enjoy this and that I did it justice! :) <3

** This is a setting where Dazai and Chuuya are both 18, let's pretend Dazai still stayed in Port Mafia :D

CW/TW: SFW, GN!reader, PM!Chuuya, PM!Dazai, PM!reader, reader has crush on Chuuya, Chuuya has a crush on reader, Dazai being a tease, drinking, accidental drunk confession by Chuuya, cursing, bickering between Chuuya and Dazai, fluff (not making out with Chuuya since he is drunk, yk), if I forgot anything please let me know! :)

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

Expert wingman || Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara, x Reader

Three of you have been working together for a few years now, always having each other's back and knowing each other better than anyone else. You always thought highly of both of them, keeping them closer than anybody else, perhaps keeping Chuuya slightly closer. Therefore, due to your close familiarity with each other, it didn't take too long for Dazai to figure out that Chuuya has a crush on you. It also didn't take him long enough to start pulling the strings in order to get two of you together.

You went on a very important and hard mission together, Chuuya's usage of corruption was the key moment in order for this mission to end well. You were able to take care of Chuuya in the last second as you used your ability to teleport a heavy weapon to Dazai who was surrounded by few men and women and simultaneously helping him to take care of them from your side therefore allowing Dazai to use his ability on Chuuya who was getting out of hand. Therefore, thankfully it all went as planned thanks to you, besides a few scratches that Chuuya suffered.

The three of you were exiting the building, slightly worn out but overall good. It was even peaceful until Dazai saw this as a perfect opportunity to start his little plan.

"Chuuya! You were so lucky, your partner-" he emphasized the words as he spoke teasingly.

"saved you! How adorable!" he was speaking in an excited, high pitched tone as you raised your eyebrow at him.

"Well, I would do the same-" you were about to answer when Chuuya's sharp tone cut you off.

"Shut up! They had to save your ass too, you know?" he was yelling at Dazai whose only answers were a sly smirk followed by a light chuckle.

"Ah! I forgot! Chuuya hurt his hand! Do you need Y/N or me to kiss it in order to feel better, Chuuya? I assume you would prefer them much more but-" Dazai trailed off, teasing in a loud tone as the three of you were walking away from the building, Chuuya's sharp tone cutting him off.

"Hey! Shut up you scum! I am doing fine!" he was yelling at Dazai as his body started tensing up, ready to fight him right there.

"Now, now, let's behave like adults here." you were calming down the situation through soft giggles.

"Are you sure you are okay, Chuuya? If you need something, please tell us." you continued in a gentle tone, turning your body towards Chuuya. He suddenly snapped out of his urge to beat up Dazai, answering you calmly, in his usual, raspy tone.

"Oh no, I am really okay. Thanks tho." he muttered out the last part of his sentence as he put his hands inside the pockets of his pants. Dazai's gaze kept observing both of you, deep amusement sparkling out of his brown eyes.

"Of course! Do you guys-" you were about to ask them a question but Dazai cut you off.

"Aww, aren't they really caring towards you, Chuuya? You seem to be blushing!" a loud gasp escaped Dazai's lungs as he was saying the last sentence. Your eyebrows arched in confusion as you were looking at Chuuya, trying to find blush on his cheeks.

"If you don't shut up, I will break your neck right here!" Chuuya was yelling out again, making your lips form a firm line as you closed your eyes, trying not to get in the middle.

"Oh? Do you think Y/N would appreciate you hurting their best friend?" Dazai kept teasing as he suddenly stopped his movement, his hands grabbing your shoulders as he hid behind you, making you stop your movement as well as Chuuya stood in front of you, frowning.

"You fucking coward! Let go of them and let me beat your ass properly!" Chuuya was still yelling, making you wonder how he even had his voice at this point but your thought got interrupted by Dazai's cunning tone.

"Hm..maybe you are just jealous they like me more than you, heh." he let out a sly chuckle, almost whispering his sentence out, making Chuuya even more irritated.

"That's it! Y/N move if you don't want to get hurt." Chuuya ordered you and you tried to move but Dazai's hands kept you in one place.

"Hey! I don't want any of this, don't use me as a shield!" you were yelling at Dazai as you elbowed his ribs, making him let go of you in slight pain.

"Ouch! Y/N! You were supposed to be on my side here." Dazai was faking a feeling of betrayal with his voice as Chuuya's figure suddenly flashed in front of your eyes, his speed as admirable as always. He made a fist as his arm went back, ready to land a punch on Dazai.

"Not today." Dazai whispered out in an amused tone as he dodged Chuuya's punch. Chuuya landed on his feet as you kept watching them, gradually getting more annoyed and confused at their childishness.

"Even though, I must notice..you probably enjoy them siding with you Chuuya, don't you?" Dazai continued teasing as if nothing happened, his voice silky and challenging. He enjoyed pushing Chuuya's buttons and this was just a perfect situation, even though he genuinely wished nothing but the best for the two of you.

"If you-" Chuuya started his sentence in a threatening tone, your sharp one suddenly interrupting.

"If two of you don't shut up this second and start walking, I swear I will-" you were saying, tone changing mid-sentence in a more irritated one.

"Oh-oh...Chuuya, I think you got Y/N angry...you should apologize for your manners or they will start hating you and that's the last thing you want, isn't it?" Dazai put an emphasis on crucial words, further teasing Chuuya who was frowning as his jaw muscles started tensing up.

"Ugh. I am leaving, do as you please." you said in a disinterested tone, not even trying to figure their behavior out as a huge sigh left your lips. You started walking as two of them stood in the same place.

"See what you did, you idiot?" Chuuya was scolding Dazai in a quieter tone as your figure kept becoming smaller for the two of them.

"Hm...I think they will be okay!" Dazai exclaimed happily, making Chuuya frown, deep lines covering his forehead.

"I appear to just know what will make all of us feel better." he was giggling out but his eyes were firm and confident. Dazai took the phone out of his pocket, dialing your number.

Your phone started buzzing and as you saw Dazai's name, you took a deep breath in before answering.

"What do you want, Dazai?" you asked him in a bored tone as you kept walking.

"Y/N! How do you feel about going out tonight?" he asked you playfully, what you didn't see however was Chuuya trying to grab his phone out of his hand as Dazai kept his mouth closed with his free hand.

"Hm…" you let out a sound of sparkled interest, lifting your head up as you were thinking.

"Sure! However, you are paying after all this mess." you said in a playful tone making Dazai chuckle.

"Alright, I will let Chuuya know!" he answered quickly and hung up, pushing Chuuya away from him.

"There you have it. Make sure to look at least a bit appealing tonight Chuuya~" he prolonged Chuuya's name, tone as teasing as it could get.

"Why would I-" Chuuya was about to ask him a question as Dazai cut him off.

"I am an expert wingman." Dazai winked at Chuuya, voice convincing and sly. He was moving away from Chuuya, taking a different route and leaving him completely dumbfounded.

"Also, Y/N said that you are paying tonight!" Dazai was yelling out, not facing Chuuya as he was waving to him. Chuuya scoffed, feeling slightly nervous. He knew Dazai was easy to catch up on things but he was insecure how everything would play out if he kept this up. Unfortunately, he didn't have much time to think about it so he was just trying to focus on the fact he will be able to drink tonight and be in your company. You were arriving home as you were rethinking the whole situation and couldn't really make sense out of it. On the one hand - yes, Chuuya was treating you differently than Dazai but that couldn't possibly mean anything, right? You were thinking how you probably got your hopes way too high, especially when you would think about all the moments where Chuuya was behaving weirdly around you, it didn't click to you at all. So you decided to simply try and have as much fun as possible tonight, leaving the overthinking for some other time.

Three of you met up, you were wearing your favorite clothes that were fitting you perfectly. Chuuya was dressed in his usual style, as handsome and put together as always, meanwhile Dazai was more casual, looking pretty nice.

"You won't pay them a compliment, Chuuya?" Dazai already began to tease as you smiled, trying to ease up the tension that immediately started rising.

"Please stop being childish and stop those games. It's important that we have fun tonight, right?" you asked in an upbeat tone as three of you got inside a cab.

"I am having lots of fun, actually." Dazai said, faking an offended tone making you roll your eyes.

"That's only you then, scum." Chuuya muttered out, making you click your tongue.

"Will you two stop?" you asked in an irritated tone as you trailled off, apologizing to the driver, politely telling them your location.

"Fine. Don't blame me when someone else catches their-" Dazai kept teasing, making you roll your eyes even though you didn't even pay attention to what he said.

"Listen to me you little-'' Chuuya screamed out as he was quick to catch up on Dazai's insinuation.

"One more word and I will drop you right here." the driver sharply butted in, making three of you suddenly look at him, dumbfounded.

"Excuse us, sir." you apologized politely, slight shame washing over you. The three of you were silent for a while when suddenly Chuuya whispered out his words.

"You do look lovely, by the way." he said, slightly ashamed from Dazai's words actually getting to him as a soft smile appeared on your face.

"You look lovely as well, now shhh." you shushed him playfully, placing your index finger over your lips.

"Oh? What are the two of you whispering about?" Dazai included himself in a conversation, voice more quiet than before.

"Oh my god! Chuuya, did you finally tell them that-" Dazai was about to heat up the situation when the cab driver suddenly hit the brakes, your bodies almost hitting the front seats.

"You arrived." he exclaimed sharply and Chuuya quickly paid as the three of you were practically fighting over who would get out first. You waved goodbye to the driver as he took off at a huge speed, leaving you slightly embarrassed.

"What an asshole." Chuuya exclaimed through a scoff as the three of you started walking towards the bar. You walked in, loud music immediately filling up your ears, thankfully it was your favorite so euphoric feeling filled up your chest.

"Y/N this is your favorite song, right?" Chuuya asked you gently, making you slightly surprised as you nodded at him.

"How adorable! Oh, how romantic!" Dazai exclaimed theatrically as he went to the bartender, ordering your drinks.

Night was going pretty good, three of you were gossiping, laughing, joking around and making fun of some people at the bar as well as your private life. Chuuya was quick to get drunk as always, Dazai was mostly chilling just like you. Dazai kept observing Chuuya who was ordering drink after drink, obviously not aware of his own limit but he enjoyed it since it played to his benefit.

"What did you say Chuuya? You said Y/N smells really nice?!" Dazai asked loudly, a loud gasp of surprise escaping his lungs, making you focus on him.

"Huh?! I did not say that you asshole!" Chuuya was blurting out, his voice incoherent and annoyed.

"So you are saying they...stink? You know what they say Y/N, drunk words are sober thoughts." Dazai kept putting words inside Chuuya's mouth making Chuuya look at him sharply as you got prepared for them to fight right there.

"No! I...ugh." Chuuya lost the train of thought and desire to fight him as his thoughts became scattered.

"Hm..I think Chuuya could use some help Y/N, he got too drunk." Dazai exclaimed in a soft tone, leaving the table as well as leaving you alone with Chuuya.

"Dazai!" you yelled out, completely confused at his behavior.

"I have something to deal with, later!" he did the same thing to you as he did to Chuuya earlier, not facing you but waving his fingers in the air. You scoffed at him as you came up to Chuuya.

"You wanna go home?" you asked him softly and Chuuya nodded, eager to leave the bar. You took the phone out of your pocket, calling Dazai's number.

"Fuck..Dazai, where are you?" you were yelling trying to out loud the music that was playing.

"If you want to go home, go. I think I will have a place to stay for tonight." Dazai answered you equally loud as you saw him flirting with some girl, his arm over her shoulders.

"Oh god, fine. Just be safe!" you yelled out as you started walking with Chuuya, getting closer to an exit and praying no one pisses him off. You waved goodbye to Dazai as he winked at you as you playfully made disgusted expression at him, quickly grabbing an unopened water bottle from someone's table. Dazai and you exchanged playful smiles due to your doing.

Thankfully, no one annoyed Chuuya and you were able to exit the bar without any trouble. He was swinging his body a bit, trying to ease up the drunkenness. You gave him a water bottle, silence between the two of you as you took your phone out again, calling for a cab. Chuuya nodded in an appreciative manner as he started drinking water. You finally got an operator on the other line, telling them your location. Cab was on the way, ten minutes of the wait. You thought to yourself how it will be okay as you kept your eye on Chuuya who was still drunk but he looked a bit better than before. The two of you kept silent as you kept checking time, hoping the cab will arrive quicker.

"So..I stink, huh?" you asked Chuuya playfully, finally breaking the silence, soft laugh escaping your throat.

"No!" Chuuya yelled out and it got you slightly surprised and you were about to calm him down but his drunk state got the best of him.

"No...He just realized I have feelings for you and.." he was muttering out, keeping his gaze on the concrete.

"Huh?" you choked out, blinking quickly as your whole body got filled up with intense heat and shock.

"Yeah and then he decided to play this stupid game, practically pushing me in a corner and making me confess even though I wanted to make it special and-" he was blabbering out as you stood frozen, the rest of his sentence not clicking inside your brain and sounding like an incoherent noise. Chuuya genuinely had feelings for you. You were looking at him in awe as he just kept talking.

"He even called himself "an expert wingman", wingman my ass!" he was muttering out through a drunk tone making you giggle a bit, feeling suddenly relaxed.

"So, you have feelings for me?" you asked him in a soft tone.

"Yes and I understand if that makes you uncomfortable, I can ask Mori to separate us as a team but I think we are mature enough to not let feelings get in our way." he looked up, his gaze revealing slight fear of rejection.

"Well, I don't think anything today was mature." you were giggling out your sentence, suddenly becoming more serious as Chuuya took a deep breath, awaiting your response. You felt like a huge weight was lifted off of your chest due to him confessing as well as him being drunk, making it much easier and smooth for you. You formed fists and took a deep breath before you spoke.

"I do have feelings for you as well, Chuuya, it's mutual. However I think it's better we talk about this tomorrow, when you sober up." you were trying to be the responsible one and Chuuya nodded, thinking for a quick second before he spoke.

"Sounds good to me." he was smiling, huge relief appearing on his face as your tummy kept getting warmer and warmer, returning a soft smile to Chuuya. He got closer to you, swiftly grabbing your hand, fingers tangling between yours. You suddenly heard a loud bang on the glass and both of you turned around and saw Dazai smiling widely as he was giving you thumbs up.

"We will just have to get rid of this idiot." Chuuya exclaimed through a sigh out as you giggled.

"I think we are getting rid of him, at least for now, there is our cab." you replied calmly as the cab parked in front of the two of you. Chuuya and you were walking towards the cab and he opened the doors for you, his hand still in yours. The two of you left and had a peaceful day after, just him and you talking about your feelings, plans and enjoying each other completely.

The End :) <3

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masuchu · 2 years

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↻ MORNINGS WITH HIM ?!

pairing. dazai x reader, chuuya x reader, kunikida x reader

warnings. none, fluff

a/n. wrote this at like 2am , hence how small it is aha,, i like it anyways tho :b

dazai —

dazai loves being in bed with you, not even in a sexual way, (though, he loves that too.) mornings with dazai are soft, warm and lazy. you’ll wake up (nine times out of ten, before him) with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his chest pressed against your back, getting as close to you as possible. it’s nice to just bask in the feeling of each other for while, in a tired state of half awake/half asleep, putting your hands over his and pulling him closer (if that’s even possible). you’ll know when he wakes up, because he’ll shuffle around a bit and begin to press small kisses to your neck, chuckling softly when you whine and tell him it tickles. if you try and make a start to your day, getting up to make you both breakfast, he’ll pout and pull you back down to him, complaining about how he rarely gets days off and how you should both sleep all day. and to be honest, you do like the sound of that. maybe you’ll get up in an hour or so, but for now, some more sleep won’t hurt you..

chuuya —

mornings with chuuya are calm, lively and loving. he usually wakes up before you, it’s out of habit, he’s used to early mornings and lates nights at the base. he really savours his time with you when he can, he’ll run his hand softly over your cheek, laughing lightly when you press into him in your sleep. if your fast asleep, he’ll slowly inch of bed and make his way to the kitchen, making breakfast for the both of you (but always making your favourite things, even if he doesn’t like them.) maybe the sizzling of the pan will wake you up, a little disappointed at the lack of your lover, but mouth watering at the smell of warm pancakes and newly cooked food. laughing at the sight of him in your pink frilly apron, you’ll hug him from behind and tell him to come back to bed. he’ll smile softly, turning around to hug you back, stroking your hair and saying ‘i’ll come back with food in a few minutes, how about you go and wait for me, hm?’ you can’t say that doesn’t sound good, so you’ll wait for him, curled up in blankets. he’ll chuckle as he walks in, sitting down next to you and telling you to open up, say ahh. the rest of your morning will be spent feeding each other, wiping honey of your faces and sharing strawberry filled kisses <3

kunikida —

kunikida takes pride in his carefully thought out routines and life guides, his mornings always included waking up early, working and writing. that was, until he met you. mornings with him are teasing, lively and filled with guilty pleasures. he’d still wake up early, maybe 6 am, it’s natural for him now. he’d try and get up, but with your arms clinging onto him and your chin hooked over his shoulder, it makes it quite hard. so he’ll sit there, debating wether to wake you up, move you or indulge in a few more hours sleep (something so unfamiliar to him that he’s overthinking it already.) he’ll settle for just waiting for you to wake up, which he’ll find out, was probably a bad idea. when you finally wake up, he’ll cup your cheek and say please let me up, love. you’ll pout and whine, telling him a few more minutes won’t hurt, pleaaaase? and he just can’t say no when you give him that face, as much as his brain is telling him too. those few minutes turn into an hour and he’s given up on work, in fact, he’s completely forgotten about it. all he focusing on is you, how you laugh at his grumpy face and kiss his nose when he looks away, the way your face lights up when he agrees to take the day off.. he’s really changed because of you. for the better? he’ll never tell, but if it’s for you, then he’d like to say it’s for a good cause (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

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