This Is The Worst Timeline. (x)

This is so wholesome

10/10, great start to my day

Request/idea!

Established relationship with reader taking care of Chuuya after corruption. Like Dazai takes Chuuya to his penthouse to be taken care of by reader instead of the extraction point because Dazai knows Chuuya would be more comfortable with reader than in the pm hospital/medical bay (*cough* stormbringer *cough* *cough*)

Just like cute fluff where Chuuya is tense around reader because he's so vulnerable until eventually he relaxes when he realizes reader isn't leaving or gonna hurt him

Oh god YES

Chuuya x reader

(established relationship)

The soft glow of the evening lights filled the penthouse, casting long shadows across the quiet room. Outside, the city buzzed faintly, a contrast to the stillness inside. You stood by the bed, looking down at Chuuya, his usually sharp features softened by exhaustion, his breathing deep and slow. He was out cold—completely unconscious after pushing himself too far in battle, having using Corruption again.

Dazai had brought him here instead of to the Port Mafia’s medical bay, knowing that Chuuya would be more comfortable in your care than surrounded by cold hospital walls. It had been a quiet exchange—no teasing remarks, no sarcastic barbs. Just a mutual understanding between you and Dazai that Chuuya needed this (i made dazai responsible/sensible 💀).

Now, standing over him, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of worry despite knowing he’d recover. You gently brushed his damp hair away from his forehead, feeling the faint warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. He looked so different when he was like this—so vulnerable, so unlike the fierce, unyielding man you knew. The one who stood tall (yes i did this on purpose 🦖) , who commanded respect with every word, every movement.

Sighing softly, you sat down on the edge of the bed, your fingers trailing along his arm. He didn’t stir, completely lost in the deep sleep that always followed his use of Corruption. You hated seeing him like this—not because he was weak, but because you knew how much he hated being seen this way. Vulnerability was something Chuuya rarely allowed, and you knew he fought against it even in unconsciousness.

“You always push yourself too hard,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper as you leaned in closer, resting your hand on his chest, feeling the slow, steady rise and fall of his breathing. “You don’t have to… not with me.”

The words hung in the air, but they were more for you than for him. You knew Chuuya—knew that even if he could hear you now, he wouldn’t listen. He was stubborn like that, always trying to carry the weight of the world on his own.

You stayed like that for a while, your hand gently brushing over his chest, the sound of his breathing the only noise in the room. It was rare to see him like this—so still, so quiet. In these moments, he seemed almost fragile, and the thought of him waking up alone after such an ordeal tugged at your chest.

“I’m not going anywhere, Chu,” you whispered softly, your voice filled with a quiet determination. “I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

He didn’t respond—of course he didn’t—but as you settled beside him, you felt the tension you hadn’t realized you were holding slowly melt away. You knew that when he woke up, he’d still be the same Chuuya, sharp and biting, with walls built up so high it was a wonder anyone ever got through. But for now, in this quiet moment, there was peace.

And as you lay there beside him, your fingers gently tracing the lines of his hand, you knew that when he finally opened his eyes, you’d be right here. Just like always.

Timeskip

Chuuya stirred slightly, his breathing shifting as he started to emerge from the deep sleep that had held him for hours. You stayed still, your fingers still tracing light patterns on his hand, waiting for the moment he would fully wake up. You could tell he was still groggy, his mind pulling itself from the depths of exhaustion.

Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, the sharp blue softened with lingering fatigue. His gaze shifted to you, and for a moment, confusion flickered in his eyes—like he wasn’t sure if you were really there. But then, recognition settled, and his usual tension melted away.

“[Y/N]...” he muttered, his voice rough, barely more than a rasp. His hand instinctively tightened around yours, a quiet reassurance that he was here, that you were here, together. His lips curved into a small, tired smile, so different from the usual smirk he wore in public. This was Chuuya, stripped of all the fire and pride—just him, softer, vulnerable, but comfortable with you.

“Yeah, it’s me,” you replied quietly, a gentle smile pulling at your lips. “You really overdid it this time.”

Chuuya huffed softly, his usual bravado flickering, but the tiredness in his eyes betrayed him. “Tch… I’m fine,” he muttered, though there was no real bite in his words. His free hand came up to cover his face for a second, as if trying to hide the weariness he couldn’t fully shake.

“Sure you are,” you teased lightly, leaning in just a little closer, your thumb gently brushing over his knuckles. “That’s why Dazai had to drag you here half-dead.”

He let out a low chuckle, but there was no anger behind it, just a quiet acceptance of his own limits. “That damn suicidal idiot…” He paused, lowering his hand from his face to meet your gaze again, and something in his expression softened even more. “He knew you’d take better care of me than anyone else would.”

You smiled at that, warmth spreading through you at the quiet admission. “He’s not wrong, you know. Though I’ve got half a mind to yell at you for pushing yourself so hard.”

Chuuya sighed, his eyes closing for a moment as he allowed himself to sink further into the comfort of your presence. “You wouldn’t be the first,” he murmured, his voice low but filled with that gentle warmth that he reserved only for you. He shifted slightly, moving closer to you as if seeking more of your warmth, his hand still firmly holding yours. “But… I’m glad it’s you here. Always.”

There was something different in his tone—a vulnerability that Chuuya rarely allowed himself to show. His guard was down, and in this quiet moment, he wasn’t the powerful mafia executive or the ruthless fighter. He was just Chuuya—your Chuuya.

You shifted closer, gently resting your forehead against his. “I’m not going anywhere, Chuuya. You know that, right?”

His eyes opened, locking with yours, and for a moment, he didn’t say anything. But the way his hand tightened around yours, the way his body relaxed against you, told you everything. He didn’t need to say it—he trusted you completely. And that trust, that vulnerability, was something he rarely gave to anyone.

“I know,” he whispered finally, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “I just… sometimes I need to be reminded.”

You smiled, brushing your fingers through his hair, feeling him relax completely against you. “Well, I’m always here to remind you.”

Chuuya’s lips twitched into a faint smile, and he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing once more. “Good,” he mumbled, the tension in his body gone now, replaced with a rare calm. “Because I’m not letting you go either.”

And with that, the two of you sat in the quiet of the room, his hand in yours, as Chuuya finally allowed himself to rest—safe in the knowledge that you weren’t going anywhere.

Reblog this if you would not only accept, but welcome fan art, moodboards, etc. of your fics

All of these used to be so common for people to show their appreciation of different fics and authors, and I think it’s a shame people don’t do it anymore. I love seeing fan work for my fics!!

... they don't really know they exist, no

trying to love but told i'm too much

dottore x reader

Being in a relationship with the doctor was always so hard. You thought, at one point, that it would be as simple as breathing. And it was... at first.

Too fast it turned into a chore in Dottore's point of view. Loving you, that is.

All too often you would find yourself in the presence of one of his clones. He would try to pass the clone as himself, but you would always be able to tell.

You were being too much. Too clingy. Too doting. Too nagging. Too needy. Words as such as those always seemed to leave the doctor's mouth.

So when he left for Sumeru, you finally had some time to think by yourself.

And when his clones started to disappear, right then and there you decided to leave.

If he would try to find you one day, you weren't sure, but being on your own definitely beats being called too much just because you love him.

Baby dazai the national treasure that you are... +some bonus skk shenanigans🫡 these are all a few weeks old

A trick of the eyes

One shot

Fandom: BSD -Bungo Stray Dogs

Ship: Soukoku - Dazai x Chuuya

A/N: Check request status on Masterlist

TW: Dark imagery, art has gore, Dazai having hallucinations, not quite angst in terms of their relationship, just Dazai's typical mental problems, he does eat in the end, alludes to cannibalism, doesn't actually happen don't worry, art below the cut is a visual description and has gore, don't read while eating, especially if it's Ramen

A/N: This was another thing I had done for Whumptober lol and never posted. This was day 12: Cannibalism

Dazai stared down at the fresh bowl of ramen Chuuya had graciously decided to make for him after he, on a whim as he told Chuuya, broke into the luxurious penthouse far above the city of Yokohama. Dazai wasn’t hungry and he had a feeling his typical ‘problem’ would show face again.

It was a problem he didn’t tell anyone, not even Chuuya. While Chuuya likely had an idea of what Dazai’s problem with food was, there was simply no way he knew exactly what the problem was, and Dazai was determined to keep it that way.

Dazai looked away, resting his head in his right palm as he looked to his left.

Chuuya let out a growl, “You better fucking eat, you piece of shit.”

They both knew that Chuuya would never expect Dazai to eat all, let alone half of the bowl. Dazai also knew, though, that Chuuya would be mad if he didn’t touch any of it. Dazai had asked for Chuuya to make some after all. Well- actually, ‘asked’ is the wrong word, more like he pestered Chuuya until he did.

Dazai had actually wanted some, despite not being hungry. Chuuya’s cooking was rather good and was one of the few people’s cooking he could stomach to eat a decent amount of.

Now, however, Dazai was struggling to bring his eyes down to the bowl. He knew it was ramen, of course he did, but… ramen certainly isn’t what his eyes were seeing.

If Dazai looked down he’d be met with the sight of two eyes staring back up at him in a mess of intestines and blood.

Dazai rubbed aggressively at his eyes for a few seconds and when he looked back down the hallucination was gone. Gone was the bowl filled to the brim with human parts and back was the bowl of delicious looking ramen.

Dazai swallowed down the lump in his throat and picked up the chopsticks. If he wanted to be able to eat anything he had to now before the hallucination came back to deceive his eyes.

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Chuuya watched as Dazai rubbed aggressively at his eyes before looking down at the ramen and digging in. It was rare to see him eat so quickly. Chuuya could feel something was off but whatever it was gone now. Chuuya let it slide as long as Dazai was eating. Chuuya looked down at his own bowl of ramen and began eating, with a little less rigor as Dazai, of course.

End Note: Check Masterlist to see if Requests are OPEN or CLOSED

SOUL - PERSEVERANCE

[Player]'s SOUL from my undertale au: Player:[VOIDTALE]

[Player]'s Sans SOUL

More from my au: Player:[VOIDTALE]

UnderTale AU - Player:[VOIDTALE]

Background Lore

[Player] goes through many genocide runs, taking their pain, frustration, and stress out on fictional characters

After yet another genocide run, [Player] true RESETS the game but gets caught up in [irl] problems, unable to return to the game

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In 'Frisk's' sudden disappearance, Sans becomes more unstable than he already was (genocide route over and over again)

Sans grows restless waiting, constantly on edge

In a fit of desperation and his spiraling mental health, Sans tears his soul out

-his justification being that 'Frisk' will just RESET when they notice he's not there

...He doesn't die somehow, but feels... content, no worry, no fear, no sadness,... no joy, no... happiness...

...void

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[Player] awakes with a horrible, splitting headache in a field of... yellow flowers

[Player] doesn't have a soul of their own as they aren't from the world, as such, their body latches on to the first/only soul with no body, Sans' soul

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Frisk wakes up in the flower field once again... they feel... strange

It feels as if something has changed, something has left them...

They feel... free

ABOUT:

Sans

[Player]

Frisk - NOT OUT

A/N: Feel free to send in asks about the au or sans!