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⭐️𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬⭐️
Henry bowers x fem! Reader
Read chapter 1 here
chapter 3 here
Chapter summery: You wander the strange town of Derry and try to get a feel of it as the school year is only a day away. You try to make yourself feel comfortable in a town that is so unnaturally comfortable.
Word count: 2990
Estimated reading time: 14 minutes
A/N: if some things don’t make sense or a character (most likely you) says something out of place about something that looks like it wasn’t mentioned. It’s on purpose! I’m seeding out little parts of back story here and there. You’ll see soon!
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Chapter 2
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥
You are woken up from your peaceful dreams by an abhorrent feeling of something wet and rough on your face. You open your disgusted eyes only to find a huge scary Pitbull smiling at you with his tongue out. You put 2 and 2 together to realize he had licked your face. Where the fuck did this dog come from? He wasn’t around yesterday. You get up from the couch you and Kevin had fallen asleep on yesterday and see that he isn’t there anymore.
“KEVY?” You shout into the house.
“YEAH?” He shouts back from somewhere in the house.
“WHERE DID THE DOG COME FROM?” You ask.
He jogs into the living room shirtless with a toothbrush in his mouth.
“Oh him?” He muffled out.
“Yeah, him”
“That’s killer. I got him for you almost a year ago, he was just outside on the property yesterday”
‘It’s crazy to think all that bullshit went if for a year!’ You think to yourself.
“He was only a year old when I got him. He’s a guard dog with a heart of gold. Unless you tell him to attack someone he’s nicer than a winter mornings air. He’s fully grown too.”
“Killer?” You ask him.
“Hey you told me when you were 8 that if you had ‘scary dog privileges’” he puts finger quotes around the words. “You would name the dog killer because to you it’s a cute name but to everyone else it’s ‘scaaawwyyy’” he mocks you on the last word.
“God I hate you sometimes” you laugh. “How the hell do you even remember that bro?”
“I remember everything, now you have an hour to get ready. I’m taking you into town with me.” Without a protest he turns around and heads back into the ground floor bathroom. You look killer in the eyes and sigh before petting him.
“C’mon boy” you usher as you stand up and walk to the stairs. Killer willingly follows you with a big doggy smile. You get to your room and open one of your bags. It’s a bit colder today so maybe a long white long sleeve undershirt with a tweed jumper dress? Maybe some black pantyhose? You ponder that outfit before ultimately deciding on it. You walk to the bathroom right next door to your room and close the door. You stand there for a few seconds before you hear killer whimpering and scratching at the door. You open the door and look at his scruncly face.
“Go to Kevin, killer. Go on boy.” He looks to where you point and you shut the door once again. It took about 2 seconds before he was back at the door. You sigh and open it again. His big puppy eyes looking at you and wagging his tail. You could see how he would be intimidating if angry but to you he just looked stupid and cute. Realizing he won’t leave you alone you let him in the bathroom with you. He quickly jumps up onto the toilet seat and sits without moving. Like he’s guarding the bathroom. You snort and turn on the shower. Killer lets you shower in peace and doesn't move from his spot on the toilet. Once you finish you wrap yourself in a towel and move the curtain aside. You look at yourself in the mirror for a few moments before opening the door and wandering into your room, with killer of course.
You pick up one of your smaller bags and pick out a small black makeup bag. You don’t need a lot of makeup but it makes you feel put together, controlled, like no one can really see the you, you don’t want them to see. After some quick concealer, eyeliner and mascara you finished your makeup with 30 minutes to spare.
Drying your hair was the worst feeling. Hot air getting into your face was the grossest feeling. You also feel like you just went for a run Every Time you do it, but it’s too chilly right now to not. It is raining season in the little town of Derry after all. After some frantic drying and getting dressed you grab your brown cloth messenger bag and head to the door, killer hot on your tail. You get down the stairs to see Kevin, looking like he was just about to call you down.
“Are you ready, loser?” He asks sarcastically.
“Yes, your royal highness” you mock.
He rolls his eyes at you and opens the door to let you out. You look behind you to see him holding the door open for the dog, unattached leash in hand.
“Is he coming with us?” You ask
“Hell yeah! His owner that he’s been training for a year just got here. He needs all that training to be put in practice” you open the door to the truck and killer hops in before you sitting in the middle seat between you and the driver seat. Kevin locks both gates and y’all are on your way to town.
“How did you even train him for me if I wasn’t here?” You wonder.
“I just showed him pictures of you and momma kept some stuff from your room that still totally smelled like you. No one ever touched it.”
You giggled because of course she did.
“Why did you train him just for me?” You questioned your best friend.
Kevin’s face falls and you think you struck a nerve. “Ther’ea some kids at the high school that ain’t take to kindly to strangers. Especially ones that just came into their town. I know you ain’t a bad kid and you ain’t lookin for trouble, but that doesn't mean they aren’t. I want to feel safe here.” He ruffles your hair. “You deserve it.”
You didn’t see Kevin as a father or a guardian. He was a friend. He’d never yell at you for a bad grade and he didn’t look at you funny when you swore in front of company. You were family- no better than family. You were friends. You two were the absolute closest 2 people could be. You were all each other had. And that’s why it made sense he was so protective over you.
The two of you listen to the music in the car in a comfortable silence the whole ride to the shop. The two of you step out of the truck and Kevin looks at you and killer.
“Ya’know, it’s only” he checks his phone. “9:40, why don’t you and killer walk down to the coffee shop while I do some errands. Yeah?”
You nod. “Yeah that sounds good.” You smile down at your massive dog like he’s a much smaller pup.
“Keep your phone on ya okay? Feel free to explore this part of town but don’t get too close to the red bridge. This is the main part of town. The school is just on the other side but don’t be crossing it today, ya’hear?”
You nod an affirmation before sprinting off with killer. You saw no point in interrogating him on the bridge. Why not just listen to him. Just this once. After a little bit of jogging and seeing a few more people you decide to leash killer and let him walk beside you. It doesn’t take you long to wander to what you can only assume is the town square.
God this place is like a storybook hell. It’s only 9 in the morning and children are fucking everywhere. You can’t even walk a straight line without having to dodge some screaming and giggling tyke. There are kids dancing in the square all of which have the lightest skin you’ve ever seen and platinum blonde hair. Have these kids never even seen the sun? This town is like an old racist man’s dream. Everywhere you look you see people. All of which are smiling, and all of which talking like they’ve known each other since birth. They probably have. This town is so small you wouldn’t doubt it. Your hometown was nothing like this. You can only assume once school starts how many people will be all up in your business. You walk and out of nowhere someone runs into you.
“¿¡Que La chingada!?” (What the fuck) you yell as the person hit you with so much force you think you got the wind knocked out of you.
Killer starts to growl as the boy backs up. You look at the boy to see big square glasses and shaggy hair. People about his age turn the corner. You assume them to be his friends. You were short for your age so they must have been at least a couple years younger. Killers growling becomes more viscous at the boy and you whistle at him.
“Killer” you say sternly. “Down boy.”
The tallest boy of the group comes up to you.
“I-I-I-I’m so s-s-sorry w-w—“ he’s cut off by the shortest boy wearing a Fanny pack.
“What he means to say is ‘sorry we didn’t mean to run into you, we were in a rush’”
“It’s no problem. You just scared my dog” you nod down to your weirdly muscular, furry accomplice
“I thought that fuckin thing was gonna eat me.” The glasses boy says loudly.
“Oh killer? No no no he’s a good dog. Just protective”
“See! Even his name is Killer!” He shouts.
You roll your eyes.
“I-I-I haven’t seen you a-a-around here b-b-b-b-before. You new?” The stuttering boy says.
“Yeah actually. I just got in yesterday. I’m ____”
They all introduced themselves to you kindly. They seem nice enough.
The one you come to find as Richie asks you what school you are enrolling to.
You try to remember then name. Then feel stupid remembering it as the name of the town.
“Derry high” you finally spit out.
“YOO!” Richie yelps. “Us too!”
Beverly steps forward. “We have to be going but At least you’ll know some people at school right? You should hang with us when school starts”
“Definitely” you reply. You walk past the group into the “Derry Dairy Diner” ‘shoot me now’ you think as you read the name in your head. Kevin had texted you his order and what he thinks you would enjoy, so you get in line and wait your turn. Your wandering had already taken you 45 minutes. It will have been over an hour by the time you reach the record store again. You hope this diner allows dogs.
After 20 mind numbing minutes of waiting it’s your turn to order. You speak your peace and within five minutes a bag of food and bottled drinks is placed before you. You pay and wish the waiter a good day before heading back. The walk to the store was uneventful. That was until some assholes in a blue sports car tried splashing you with gutter water. You knew it was on purpose. None of the water hit you but it did sour your mood quite a bit.
You finally reached the store and went inside.
“KEVY! I got your nasty ass order from the DeRrY, DaIrY, DiNeR” you mocked the name again. You could hear his laugh from the back as he walked toward your location in the front of the store by the counter.
“Well gorgeous, what has you in such a good mood?” He teases.
“This place is my hell. Like my own personal ring of hell that Satan made just for me. Laughing children and waaaaayyyy too many people smiling for me to feel safe. No one’s that happy”
“Oh well I’m sorry to hear that” he laughs out.
“And some assholes in a blue car tried spraying me with street water.” You snort.
He stiffs. “What kind of car?”
“No sé dude, a sporty one?” (I don’t know dude)
“Did the people in the car see you?”
“Oh mierda. What now?” (Oh god) you roll your eyes.
“The boys in that car are only bad news. They are the ones you stay away from you hear? If they give you problems this year, you tell me. got it?” He opens his box of food and begins to eat.
“No way I have to go to school with those assholes?”
He didn’t answer, he just grunted at you to eat. And you did. The food from that weird ass diner was actually pretty good. For the rest of the day he helped you understand how to run the shop.
All records are sectioned by alphabet and genre of music. You can usually tell by the cover what type of music they are but if you don’t know ask Kevin. If Kevin isn’t there or busy, set them in the crate in the back and he’ll put them up or tell you where that band usually goes. During the days you work you are allowed full control over aux just don’t play anything that would scare away new customers or grandparents coming in to buy their grandkid a present. The guitars on the wall are free to play but if someone comes in to look at guitars you have to put the one you are playing back on display so they can see it. Decorating is your job now (SCORE) so feel free to do whatever you want but the conditions about aux apply here too. Other than that you are pretty set. Everything is pretty easy.
“By the way” Kev looked at you.
“Hmm” you locked eyes with him.
“You can’t look like that” he said nonchalantly.
“Ugh! What do you mean ‘like that’”
“You look like you’ve never heard a song outside a youth group. Don’t get me wrong, you look cute, you just don’t look like you work here. I’d never come up and ask you questions about which bass is better.” He had a point.
“I dress like this to hide my tattoos!” You had more than just the arm one. All the others were small and not easily visible but you still wanted to hide them. Along with your legs and back.
“But you don’t need to here. I almost never see kids from your school here. After school just throw on a band tee and some shorts over those pantyhose and you are set. You just can’t come in here looking like you’re handing out pamphlets on how we are fucking the earth sideways with global warming.” Another good point.
“Fine, I'll change on the way here.” You huffed.
“Thank you.” He smiled that stupid smile of his.
Today in the store was restock day. As kids, parents and just younger adults were getting ready for the next school year to start, no one really came in. You did some routine cleaning of the store while killer was right at your side. He hadn’t left you all day. You wondered why he was like that.
As the day was beginning to pass Kevin decided to call it a day and announced he had a gift for you. You had no idea what it could be. Kevin took you out to the alley next to the store and walked past his truck deeper into the dark area.
“You stay here and close your eyes. I’ll bring it out” he hollered.
You close your eyes and you hear the sound of his keys jingle. His keys hit some metal and unlock something before you hear something rolling toward you.
“Open,” he says excitedly.
As you open your eyes you are met with the most beautiful red motorcycle you’d ever seen. You pretty much completely cut out everything Kevin was saying as you stared, the only part you caught was “Honda cbr 650”. You step forward and touch it and your hearing comes back.
“It’s my motorcycle and it’s in my name but I don’t see why you can’t ride it sometimes. You got your motorcycle license a while back.” He said. His voice dripped with the fact that he was trying to sound like he wasn’t super excited.
You look up at him with hope. “Can I” you almost beg.
He smiles and reaches to get something from the tailgate of his truck. He pulls out a black leather riding jacket with crash padding and a black helmet with a tinted visor. Oh this fucker planned. You knew he would only let you ride it once in a while but you were still over the moon.
You jumped up and down. Giddy from excitement. He helped you put on the jacket and helmet before telling you,
“Follow me home and be careful on the dirt roads. I’ll take killer with me”
You squeal and hop on the red bike, kicking the kickstand up. You put the key in the ignition and flip the on switch before reving the bike. Kevin’s truck pulls out and you follow behind him. God you missed this. The soothing feeling of the wind. The gorgeous freedom you feel in your chest. You are flying. That is the only word. Flying. You twist a turn through lanes to pull up to lights then speed off at the first flash of green. You can see Kevin laugh as killer hangs out the window with his tongue out. God you don’t want this to end. But it has to eventually. You have to get off at some point. You pull down the dirt road of your “neighborhood” only to see the pig standing at his fence eyeing your shiny new toy. You pull off past him and into the property. God that was perfect. You demount the bike and make your way inside with Kevin and killer.
What a great day. You know you didn’t always have the most positive view of things but that was just your upbringing. You learned to have a hatred for the naturally happy because you yourself had to fight for your happiness. And that is okay. It just means you deserve it more
You, Kevin and killer lay atop the couch once more and again turned on some dumbass movie and ate some day old pizza until you drifted. You’d never felt as safe as you did right now. And that was worth something.
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⭐️ 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬⭐️
Henry Bowers x fem reader
Read chapter 2 here
Summery:
You were new to the town of Derry. After some traumatic events that went down with your family, an old friend asked you to come to his town. He’d give you a place to rest while you figure things out. This town is strange and seems to be stuck in the past. What happens when you garner the attention of a boy who no one dares piss off?
A/N: this story is set in “modern” times but the town of Derry is more old fashioned. So roller rinks, arcades and record stores are still the places to go. Phones and video games as well as modern tv and music exist; it’s just more common to do “80’s activities”.
Henry’s actor when playing him was 18. so I’m saying the losers club freshman going into sophomore year while the Bowers gang is going into senior year having been 18 from being held back a year. You as a reader have an early birthday meaning you turn 18 a few weeks before school starts. The reader inserted character will be Latina coded and speaks Spanish but is never explicitly stated to be Latina . This is also a no Pennywise AU. If something is not specified in the story please feel free to fill in the gaps.
TRIGGER WARNING: this series may have;
Mention of past sexual assault
Mention of child abuse
Graphic bullying
On page child abuse
Fighting
Recreational drug use
Swearing
Shitty parents
Homophobic comments and actions (from the bowers gang)
Racist comments and actions (from the bowers gang)
This list is subject to change and at any time may be added to or things may be subtracted from.
In the end this story will be a love story but that does not mean it won’t be dark at some points.
the first few chapters will be dedicated to you and your backstory before we even touch the other characters. I made your character extremely real and flawed on purpose, but that does not mean you and Henry won’t eventually happen. Be patient, and enjoy.
Word count: 2,679
Estimated read time: 12
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Chapter one
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧
You were currently riding the bus into a small town you had never even heard of. This town was so small and isolated you weren’t sure you’d ever even seen it on a fucking map. Coming from a big town in Texas, this “Derry” place seemed so untouched to you. It was miles of trees, grass planes and old people. You hadn’t seen a major chain food place or clothes store since you entered. Oo scratch that, you just passed a McDonald’s that looks straight from a vintage photo.
This bus was disgusting. Old torn up cloth seats with mysterious stains of no conceivable origin. The man the rows ahead of you and to the left smelt like hookers and cigarettes. The woman on the parallel row to you on the right was out like a light and snoring like an old steam engine. The lights in the bus flickered. giving you a headache. You hoped you were getting off soon. All the sounds, smells, lights, as well as the gross sticky/wet feeling of the seat beneath you was making you feel sick.
It’s overcast today. It smells like rain. You loved that smell. The amazing scent of petrichor in your nostrils always soothed you. It looks as if it just rained. You hoped it will rain again today. That would make a bad day good. Even if just for a few minutes. You don’t know how long you sat on there, eyes closed inhaling the heavenly zephyr of wet air, but it must have been a while; because before you knew it the bus driver called out your stop number. Before slowing to a crawling pace.
As he started to slow the bus you gathered your things. The bus stopped and you made your way to the front. You smiled gently at the old male driver and asked him to help you get your bags out of the compartment on the outside of the bus. He happily stood and assisted you gathering all your bags. 5 to be exact. 2 were big with wheels while the other three were able to be stacked atop the wheely ones.
“You sure you can take all that to where you’re going little miss?” The old driver kindly asked.
“I’m sure. Thanks for the concern, mister. Have a good day.” You waved to the old man. And just like that. You were on your way. Your friend had texted you directions from the bus stop to his work. All you had to do was walk. Given being on what seemed to be the outer part of town, there was a very noticeable lack of sidewalks making your journey just that much harder. 20 minutes later you hit the part of town with sidewalks. No one was really out today. Which made sense. It was just raining. A total of 45 minutes of walking and you were finally at the record store.
You push the door open with a huff. You hear the bell above the door jingle with a direct succession of a man yelling,
“HOLD ON I’M IN THE BACK!”
You giggle, and set your bags to the side of the door so no one will trip over them if they come in. Once all your bags are settled you follow where you heard the voice come from. From the open doorway you see your old friend, Kevin, hunched over a box under a table, rummaging through the contents. You lean against the door frame and knock gently on it. Surprised. Kevin jumps and hits his head on the underside of the table with a loud “OW! FUCK!” Before turning to the culprit of the incident. You.
His eyes widen and he gets up and runs to hug you, you jump up and hug him. Wrapping your legs around him. He doesn't let you go for a long while.
You missed Kevin. You’d known him since you were little (about five years old). He was a good 20 years older than you. The story goes that you met his little brother Issac when their family still lived in Texas. You and Isaac had Been enrolled into the same kindergarten class and were inseparable ever since. You’d become close with Isaac’s family. It was just him, Kevin and their mom. Who you only ever knew as Momma.Momma loved you so much she let you make the spare room in their house yours for when you spent time over there. And given your family life, that was often.
When you were 12 Issac was diagnosed with leukemia.
He died shortly after he was diagnosed. You loved him so much. He was your best friend, and you were so close to Kevin and Momma, they were your family. After Isaac’s death Momma couldn’t take being in a town that reminded her so much of her son. So they moved to a different state. Even though Kevin was 32 at the time he saw you as a little sister and gave you his number so you could keep contact. With a tear filled goodby and one last kiss on the cheek from Momma they left and never came back to visit you. Kevin told you momma died 2 years ago from a brain aneurysm. It broke your heart. But you knew Kevin was suffering more. So as much as you needed to come to Derry, he needed it too. He needed his last bit of family back.
He set you down from the hug and ruffled your hair as tears dripped from your eyes. You missed him far more than words could ever describe.
“Don’t cry. I’m here. I’m not going away ever again.” He hugged you again this time not lifting you off the ground.
You laughed and punched him in the arm. “You better fuckin not loser, I’ll have’ta hunt you down and kill you”
You both laughed. He motioned out the door and you stepped aside so he could show you around. He’s owned this record store since he moved here. The previous owner was this ancient man who was pretty much giving it away. The building itself was paid off so Kevin never had to pay rent. All the furniture and merchandise from the last owner stayed so Kevin took over the very next day. Business was good. He sold record players, vinyls, cds, guitars and posters. It looked exactly like how your rooms looked in Momma's house. When Kevin told you to come to Derry he offered you a job here so you didn’t have to feel like you were only relying on him for money. He would pay you just above minimum wage and let you use your money on whatever you wanted and he would pay for your food.
You agreed and he sent you a plane ticket from Texas to Derry, then a bus ticket to get into town because the nearest airport was about 3 towns and 5 hours away. Just shows you how redneck this place is.
He looked at your bags and grabbed his keys.
“My truck is outside. Get your bags and toss em’ in the tailgate while I lock up for the day.” He said
“You got it dude.” With a quick salute you picked up the bags and walked outside. It was definitely going to rain again. You walked to the alley next to the shop and saw his beat up old red truck. Thankfully he had a tailgate cover so none of your stuff was gonna get wet. You lugged all the bags in before shutting it. Just on time Kevin came out and told you to “hop in”. You looked out the window the whole 30 minutes from the shop to his house. Occasionally looking at something special when he pointed it out. The school is a 10 minute drive and 30 minute walk to the record store. Maybe if Kev had a spare bike it could be a 20 minute ride. You drive down a dirt road where the homes are few and far between. As if Kevin could hear you wondering, he piped up.
“This is all personal farmland. That’s why there aren’t many people over here.”
You pass a specific house with a police cruiser out front.
“That there is officer Bowers land. I’m not one to tell you what to do, but I’d be smart and stay away from there. That pig is bad news.”
You nod in understanding. If Kevin warned you of anything. He meant it. It started to rain as You finally pulled up to an old gate, and Kevin tossed some keys at you and told you to get out and unlock the gate so he could drive in. Once the truck was in enough you shut the gate and locked it behind you running up to the truck and getting in again. You drove in a little before pulling up and parking in front of a smaller gate just surrounding the house.
“It’s just so no animals get in the house” Kevin grumbled,
He unlocked the tailgate then the house gate and helped you get all your things in the house quickly before shutting and locking his truck and the gate. Once inside you took off your muddy boots and looked around. It was a nice home. Kevin picked up both of your heaviest bags and nodded upstairs for you to follow him with the three smaller bags. He beats you to your room and sets your things down. As you are entering he flops down on your bed. He took care of all your furniture. You have a bed with black and purple bed sheets. 2 dressers in black and a desk with a tv. You walk up to some floor length curtains and open them only to find that you have a small balcony. He left everything else in the room pretty bare with a lot of extra room for you to decorate and make yours, you appreciate it.
He gives a loud, ugly groan that reminds you of growing up. Life is almost exactly how it used to be. With Kevin you picked up where you left off. You take off your coat and flop down on the bed beside him and give that same ugly, over dramatic groan, then you look at each other. You want to cry again. You didn’t think you’d see him again. But a series of unfortunate events led you to a better living situation with a man you loved too much. Your only friend. The almost 38 year old that still acts 19. You think that’s why y’all get along so well. He moves his eyes to your arm. The arm where a tattoo from the back of your shoulder to just above your wrist sits. It is a tattoo of Thorny vines cascading down your flesh. They aren’t big or obnoxious. The reference was a photo you took of you holding real thorn vines onto your arm. Its beautifully realistic and that’s just what you wanted. It would be much easier to hide here than in Texas. You could wear long sleeves because of the colder weather. Whereas in Texas if you wore anything other that a tee shirt you would overheat and die. The last feeling you ever want to experience again is being gross and sweaty in a long sleeve. Feeling the moist fabric against your arms would make you want to cut and peel your own skin off with the dullest rustiest spoon you could find in a prison cell.
“When did you get that?” He points to the tattoo.
“After Momma died. I felt like I needed something for her.” You replied.
“What’s it mean?”
“It means how I saw her. She was beautiful like vines crawling up a building but scary as thorns. I wanted to be just like her. I thought that if I get thorns on me I wouldn’t feel so scared.” You looked up at the ceiling as you spoke.
“I bet you and I are the only people alive to call that fuckin women beautiful” he chuckled.
He was right. Momma was not an objectively attractive woman… well at least not after Kevin was about 2. She had given birth to him when she was like.. 17 or so. She died in her early to mid 50’s. The boy that got her pregnant bailed after he found out, Leaving her alone to raise Kevin. After it got out around town that she was knocked up her parents kicked her out. She was a good student. All A’s with a scholarship to her dream school. She was working at a hotel where the manager was letting her live in one of the rooms, and she finished her last year of high school. A few days into summer that year she gave birth. Only 2 months into having Kevin the hotel fired her because of all the noise complaints of the baby crying. She had nowhere else to go and showed up at her parents' doorstep. She stayed with them for a year after all the begging she did. Near the end of that year she heard her parents talk about taking custody of the baby and she fled. Walking alone in the streets that night with a one year old baby it began to rain. In a panic to keep her baby warm she ran into the nearest building.
A bar.
All eyes were on her. A young girl with brown hair and bright blue eyes holding a baby had just walked into the roughest bar in town. Her makeup was smeared from crying and she was soaked to the bone from trying to keep her baby dry. She walked past all the men and sat down at the bar. The old kind bartender looked at her with wide eyes. Partly because she was wet and looked like she was crying, but mostly because who the fuck brings baby into a bar like this?
She and the bartender had got to talking and he gave her a job and told her she could stay in the room above the bar. He’d help her sound proof it and she would be allowed to keep a baby monitor while she works so she can go up anytime she wants. After a year of working there. Kevin turned 2 and Momma realized she was done looking like her parents' daughter. She shaved her head into a bright purple Mohawk and got tattooed anywhere that was possible. Growing up Kevin got to see his Momma as a rough at tough, tattoo having, fight winning, bar maid, who took no one’s shit. She had more muscles than most men at that bar did. And she worked there for as long as she could. Including All throughout her pregnancy with Issac and all the way up until they moved. They eventually moved out of that above bar room when Kevin was about 12. But that’s pretty much the story.
Momma was a wild woman who was tough as nails and scarier than any man. You’d never seen any other woman who looked as wild as her and you loved it. No one could beat Momma. Not even after she died.
You and Kev would always only see that woman as beautiful and tough. And no matter how unconventional their upbringing was. They all agreed that theirs was perfect compared to yours.
While you were deep in thought Kev stood up from the bed. He said your name shaking you from your thoughts.
“Immm booreddd.” He whined. “How about we order some pizza and watch some nasty ass gore movie while we talk about which characters we’d smash?”
You smiled so big your eyes squinted.
“UHH FUCK YEAH DUDE!!” You yelled and jumped up from the bed. You’d unpack and explore the town tomorrow. It was only Friday night. Why not relax with your best friend in the world? Forget about your parents, forget about school, forget about being the new kid. Who the fuck cares? Not you. Especially not when you were about to slam down a whole pizza.
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Wonderful start to my day, very cute
OVERTIME — DAZAI OSAMU
x gn!detective!reader
cw: dazai calls you bella/belladonna | word count: 250<
a/n: trying a different layout 😌 wrote this in like 20 mins too... writers block aint getting me today
dazai is always there when you have overtime. no matter how many times you check to see if he's doing his work, there's always that one document that he mysteriously has to finish off. you assure him all the time that you don't need company and that you'll see each other later, but he doesn't listen. ever.
"looks like it's just us two again, huh?" his voice is too happy, too much for your liking. he's leant forward towards your desk, chin in hand and that silly smirk on his face.
you try to keep your eyes on your papers despite the slight distraction, but it feels all too difficult with his presence in the room. "i guess so." you sigh out.
"since we're alone..." he pushes away that one piece of paper on his desk, and holds his hands together, looking as innocent as he possibly can. "can i have a kiss?"
"no."
"yes."
"no."
immediately, he pouts. "bella?" turning your head away, you ignore him, but your attempt keeps him persistent. "belladonna?"
a frown appears on your mouth and you groan exasperatedly. "what?"
"i love you." a sudden confession.
how can you be so angry when the love of your life is giving you such a sweet and genuine smile? for a moment, your eyebrows furrow, and then a smile of your own creeps onto your lips. "i love you too."
"so... kiss?"
"no."
"aw..."
Crack concept: Mori to wanting to hire Junichiro purely because Junichiro tried to kill him.
Chuuya is one of his executives and was once one of the biggest enemies of the Port Mafia. He literally broke the floor of Mori’s office the first time Mori offered him a place here.
Hell Dazai’s threatened to kill him and Mori still wants him back.
So Mori see’s Junichiro trying to kill him as his application to join him. Thinks this kid is clearly well suited for assassination and his ability holds a lot of potential.
And that’s without mentioning that Mori has seen Junichiro use his ability first hand, during the events of Anne’s Room.
Mori just gets the report of what happened and goes ah yes a new recruit.
15 soukoku ! (reposting from twt)
sorry to be negative on the dash but..... y'all need to be nicer to fanfic writers. we all know interactions are decreasing, and even during the nine months i've been on here, i've noticed a decrease.
tell writers you like their works. comment on their works, reblog their works.
some of you act so entitled, and idk if you've noticed but you're literally making writers miserable. it makes me so sad to see my mutuals deactivate because the joy of writing has been taken away from them by ungrateful readers who are constantly demanding more, more, more, to the point where people are experiencing burnout and anxiety because they can't keep up with the constant unrealistic demands.
reminder that even though it takes you five minutes to read 1k words it might've taken the writer hours to get the words down, proofread, edit, and make the perfect fic layout.
some of you complain that there are no "good" fics anymore, yet you do nothing for the fandom, do nothing to support writers and just hide behind anon and blank blogs, complaining about every little thing till you've driven all writers off this site.
it's so tiring. please be kinder. we're all trying our best here.
Chuuya and Dazai girl dad headcanons
Chuuya Nakahara
He would spoil his baby girl rotten!!
When is daughter is first born and given to him, he cries softly as he stares at her beautiful face she looks just like you.
He promises her he'll always be there for her no matter what.
He gets up with her in the middle of the night to take care of her, even if he has to get up super early in the morning to leave for work, he just wants you to get your beauty sleep.
The first time his daughter ever walked is when Chuuya got home from the mafia she waddled over to him, yes he cried.
dosent tell her anything about the mafia, keeps her away from it and dosent tell anyone about her for her own safety.
Blows on her cheeks and belly to make her laugh, he loves to hear her belly laugh, it’s his favorite.
Plays dress up with her, he loves getting all his fashion clothes on and walking out of the closet all dressed up with his daughter by his side dressed up in a pink dress while you pick who won this round.
He gets her her first puppy at 5 for her birthday so she can have a friend that she can grow up with.
Since Chuuya has longer hair he knows how to do hair. He will sit in the bathroom with her and do cute little braids while you watch them joke about anything and everything.
As she grows he tries to be there for her school plays and daddy dances but with him being in the mafia unfortunately he misses out on some things he wishes he didn’t have to.
Chuuya askes her how her day went every night at the dinner table. He always wants to know how his babygirls day went.
As she gets a bit older and gets a boyfriend he’s pretty chill about it, however he has to meet the guy and approve of him but if he finds out the guy hurt his daughter let’s just say it’s not to good on the guys part.
Makes her turn on her location everywhere she goes just to make sure she’s safe and ok.
If she’s having a stressful day he will hold her in his arms and kiss her head telling her it’s going to be ok.
lets her come to him about anything, he'll always have time for her to rant to him about anything.
He’ll take you and your daughter out for the weekend so that you all can get away from everything for a few days. He loves to spend time with you both.
lets just say Chuu would be an amazing dad and would do anything to keep you and his babygirl safe.
Dazai Osamu
When the doctors first hand him his babygirl he stares at her beautiful face. He wiggles his finger around her face as she grips onto it he then starts to cry softly.
Takes naps with her on his chest. You’ll come home to see them laying together, he has her resting on his chest while she hugs him tightly.
Makes silly faces at her to make her stop crying. (it works)
Helps her take baths after dinner and will boop bubbles on her nose.
Let’s her stand on his feet while they dance in the kitchen while waiting for breakfast.
Helps her dress up in her princess dresses and puts a tiara on her head.
Runs to the door every time her daddy comes home, Dazai leans down on his knee and cradles her in his arms kissing all over her face.
After playing outside they will come back in covered in dirt as they hand you flowers from the garden that they picked for you.
Tries to bake with her but it ends up being a whole mess. Flower is all over the kitchen floor, they tried to made a cake but it doesn’t taste good but at least they had fun but now you have to clean the floors.
Let’s his daughter do his hair and makeup. He doesn’t care what he looks like afterwards with pink hair ties in his hair and pink glitter on his eyelids he thinks it’s fun and cute.
On Valentine’s Day he gets you something of course but he always has something for your daughter too.
When she gets a bit older they gossip like crazy about anything and everything. Dazai gets the snacks and they go sit on the couch and gossip.
They have pillow fights all the time. One of them throws a pillow at the other and then it becomes a war.
Dazai is a very supportive father and will always support her in anything she wants or does. He’ll always be rooting for her no matter what.
When she gets a boyfriend like Chuuya he wants to meet him see how he is if he’s good for his daughter, if so welcome to the family! But he is overprotective like Chuuya too.
He likes you take you and your daughter to the beach often. It’s a family trip y’all do every month just to spend time together.
He’s a lovely and silly dad and like Chuuya he would do anything for you and his babygirl.
this got longer than I expected, but I had the idea and I had to write it! I don't normally write child characters, but I like how this little universe is turning out
Chuuya x reader, reader and Chuuya have a child together, nickname 'angel' used
Divider by @/cafekitsune
"Chuu, why is Kiko carrying around a limited edition Pokémon plushie that's bigger than she is?" You lean against the study door frame, admiring the sight of your boyfriend at his desk, leaning back in his chair with his sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He turns at the sound of your voice, a soft smile crossing his face.
He beckons you over, letting you slot between his legs and wrapping his arms around you, "Hey, angel. We missed you today."
You can't help but melt at his words, especially when he nuzzles into your tummy, hands resting on your lower back. You stroke a hand over ginger locks, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of his head, "I missed you too. Now, answer my question. A Pikachu met me at the door instead of our daughter."
Honestly, the sight had been hilarious. A giant plushie, with two little legs sticking out of the bottom and two little hands clinging onto the yellow fabric. A bright, happy greeting from behind the plushie made your chest warm, as did the huge smile splitting Kiko's face when you relieved her of the giant toy.
Chuuya lets out a laugh, blue eyes shining with mirth, "We went out today, and you know Pikachu is her favourite. She was looking at it; what was I supposed to do?"
You can't fault him - not that you were in the first place. It's lucky for you both that Kiko doesn't have a penchant for evil, because those big eyes and squishy cheeks could convince you to do just about anything. Chuuya especially is physically incapable of refusing her anything, even if the only way she asks for it is by staring longingly. Clearly, that's what happened today.
"How did you even get it home?" You knew they were planning to use the subway, and you were pretty sure they wouldn't have gotten far with Kiko's new friend in tow.
Chuuya smirks up at you, "Being an executive has its perks."
You roll your eyes, "I don't think the boss expects you to use Port Mafia resources to transport giant plushies."
"Pretty sure he said our subordinates were at our disposal. Today, I needed help transporting precious cargo." Whether he was referring to the plushie, or to Kiko, you weren't sure. Probably both.
A rush of affection leads you to drop another kiss on his head, cradling the back of his head in one hand. Nobody ever expects Chuuya to be like this; soft, relaxed. It's a side of him precious few get to see, and you always consider it a privilege to be one of those allowed to sneak beneath the mask he wears for the rest of the world.
"Angel, you haven't been into our room yet, have you?" You narrow your eyes at his playful tone, and he just stares up at you, blue eyes big and 'innocent'. He keeps talking, and you can tell he's trying to hold back a smile.
Slowly, you come to a realisation, "You didn't ..."
The smile he's no longer able to hide says it all. You pull away from him and rush out of the room, hearing him laugh behind you. Moments later, you're standing in your bedroom, staring at a plushie the same size as Kiko's, except this one is your favourite Pokémon. You feel something bump into you, and you find Kiko behind you, still carrying her Pikachu.
"Mama, we got it special for you!" She's peeking out from behind her plushie, and she sounds so excited.
Chuuya appears behind her, resting a hand on her head, "She insisted that if she was getting one, Mama had to have one too."
Every time you think you can't love them more, they do something to prove you wrong. You remove the plushie from Kiko, placing it on the bed next to yours so you can lift her into your arms and snuggle her close, "Thank you, baby." You look at Chuuya, watching the two of you with such love that you swear you can see hearts, "Thanks to you too, Chuu."
"Anything for my girls." He steps closer, wrapping you up in his arms and you know he means every word.
My cheeks hurt from smiling
I want to get in a little practice for writing Kiko (and also i can't get girl dad chuuya out of my head) so here's a little moment of her being a cutie, and a little bit of setting the scene for the big fic
Chuuya x f!Reader, nickname 'angel' used
Divider by @/cafekitsune
"Papa!" A little voice calls out, and Akutagawa will never get used to the way Chuuya's whole demeanour changes when his daughter appears. Both men turn towards the sound, Chuuya's arms already outstretched to catch the little girl barreling towards him. He's smiling, too, and if Akutagawa didn't know better, he would think Chuuya is just another loving father, not one of the most dangerous men in Yokohama. He's ... warmer, softer around the edges when he's with Kiko, and when he's with you - not that he lets many see that side of him.
Kiko throws herself into her fathers' arms, not a hint of hesitation on her face. Chuuya holds her close, cradling her against his body as he turns his attention to you, standing back and watching them with open adoration. Your eyes slide over to him next, and Akutagawa doesn't know what to do with the affection in the smile you send his way.
"Hey angel. Wasn't expecting you; is everything alright?" Akutagawa can see the slight tension in Chuuya's shoulders, and he sees it release when Kiko speaks up, still clinging to her father with one hand clutching his jacket.
"Me and Mama missed you!" Kiko learns around her father to shoot Akutagawa a toothy grin, "Ryuu-kun! See, Mama, I told you we would see him too!"
Your voice is fond as you answer her, and you check she's not looking before rolling your eyes, "Yes, you did, baby." You address him, amusement clear in your voice, "She was very excited to see you."
Punctuating her mother's statement, Kiko starts wriggling in her father's hold, and he sets her down, kissing the crown of her head when her feet are safely on the floor. Moments later, she's wrapped around Akutagawa's leg, talking a mile a minute about everything she's done since the last time she saw him. It's nice, he thinks as he listens to her - there's precious few people who don't treat him with caution, who look past his reputation and see him as more than a weapon.
"Akutagawa." He looks up at Chuuya's call of his name. There's a barely there smile on his face, "Go with them - make sure they're safe."
He knows what this is - Chuuya always makes sure the two of you are well guarded, but there's hardly a need for someone like him to accompany you. It's not like you're defenceless, and there's much better things he could be doing to benefit the Port Mafia. This is for him. He's not sure how he feels about it, but an executive is asking him to do something, so it's not like he can say no. He wouldn't anyway - he can admit to himself that he enjoys spending time with you, and the thought of disappointing Kiko and having her look up at him with big, tear-filled eyes makes him uncomfortable.
Kiko slips her little hand into his as Chuuya says his goodbyes to you; wrapping you in his arms and leaving a gentle kiss on your lips, whispering words for you alone into the space between you. The love between you is palpable, and he averts his eyes.
"Be good for your Mama, Kiko. I'll see you tonight; I love you." Chuuya crouches down to claim one final hug from the little girl. She leans into the hug, pressing a wet kiss to his cheek before pulling away and tugging Akutagawa down the corridor.
She waves behind her without looking, too focused on her next adventure, "I will, Papa! I love you."
The laughter from behind him suggests there will be no rescue from the four year old currently dragging him along, and he finds that he doesn't mind at all.
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I really hate to do this but I've been trying to save money to cover medical expenses.
I have suffered severe medical neglect and I recently received a wake-up call that I need to see several doctors for several different things, as well as psychotherapy which I lost access to due to lack of funding.
My health has been significantly declining to a worrisome level. As for therapy, I'm in severe need of it due to the obvious fact that not only am I unmedicated for things I DO need to be medicated for (which has been previously discussed with my previous therapist), but I am also a system. I'm not stable enough to be out of therapy, I really do need it.
I will take commissions for just about anything, it doesn't really need to be writing. I'll take commissions for analyses of anything or even art (despite not being the best at it) - I'm just kind of desperate at the moment.
Examples of my writing can be found on my AO3 below:
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And finally here are the (few) examples of my art! I know it isn't my strong suit, so prices for it will be significantly lower despite the amount of time it takes me:
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Damn. Is that a new soukoku dump? Might be.
I smiled like an idiot during my class when I saw this notification come through
Lovely, again 10/10
Another idea, 15!Chuuya who just joined the Port Mafia having his first crush on reader
I can imagine him going to Kouyou to ask for advice 🤭
Like, reader likes him back but still lets him stumble over his words cause it's cute
I feel like I'm not as good at writing Chuuya so I enjoy reading fics for him and you're good at writing him
Man i love your ideas sm and thanks for the compliment!
15!Chuuya x reader
“Beneath the Surface”
Chuuya Nakahara wasn’t new to fights. He wasn’t new to blood, danger, or the haunting, suffocating feeling of Corruption simmering beneath his skin, a constant reminder of the power he could barely control. But this? This was new. This twisting in his chest, this irritation crawling under his skin every time he looked at you. The way his pulse quickened, how his words fumbled out in a mess when you were near.
He had never felt this powerless before.
And the worst part? You seemed to enjoy it.
“Oi, Chuuya, you zoning out or what?” your voice cut through his thoughts like a blade, the familiar teasing lilt making his eye twitch.
The two of you were standing outside, waiting for orders after a routine mission. His heart was still thudding hard from the adrenaline, but the moment you leaned against the wall next to him, all nonchalant and relaxed, his throat went dry. You flashed him that infuriating grin, the one that sent his mind spinning for reasons he didn’t want to admit.
“Zoning out? I ain’t—” Chuuya cleared his throat, fighting to keep his voice steady, “I’m not zoning out. Maybe you’re the one who can’t stay focused.”
You chuckled softly, a knowing gleam in your eyes. “Is that so?”
Chuuya hated how easily you could make him feel small, like you saw right through him — like you knew what he was feeling before he could even make sense of it. And the worst part? You always seemed to enjoy teasing him, watching him stumble over his words or get flustered.
He should’ve been able to handle it. He was Chuuya Nakahara, damn it — future executive of the Port Mafia. But around you, he felt like he was all fists and rage, without the cool confidence he usually carried.
You shrugged casually, pushing yourself off the wall and stepping a little closer to him. “You sure? You’ve been pretty distracted lately. Almost like something’s on your mind.” There was that tone again, the one that hinted you knew. And damn it, you probably did.
He gritted his teeth, trying to focus on anything else. “There’s nothin’ on my mind, alright? You’re imagining things.”
But even he knew that wasn’t true.
・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・
The crush had started small, barely noticeable at first. You were one of the few who treated him like he was your equal, despite him being new to the Mafia. You were sharp, quick with your words, and had a mind that could cut through even the thickest of tensions. Chuuya respected that. But at some point, the respect shifted, and he found himself watching you in ways he hadn’t before.
It was the way you laughed, soft but with an edge that always left him wondering what you were thinking. The way your smile, so full of mischief, made something twist uncomfortably in his chest. And the way you always seemed too calm — as if you never took anything seriously, and yet still managed to outsmart everyone around you.
One time, after a sparring match where he’d barely managed to keep his cool, you leaned over, offering him a hand with a smirk. “Good effort, Nakahara.”
His blood boiled at the patronizing tone. “Tch. I don’t need your pity.”
But your teasing grin never faltered. “Relax, Chuuya. You’ll get better.”
Better? The audacity. But his heart still raced from the lightness in your voice, from the way you spoke his name like it was some private joke only you understood.
・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・
Days passed, and the frustration gnawed at him. It wasn’t just your teasing that got to him anymore; it was everything about you. Your smirk, your laugh, the way you looked at him like he was both amusing and… something more. It was unbearable.
Chuuya prided himself on not needing help. But with you? He didn’t know what to do. How could he, when every time he tried to talk to you seriously, he ended up stumbling over his words like some awkward kid?
And so, in desperation — and no small amount of embarrassment — Chuuya found himself standing in front of Kouyou’s quarters, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. The moonlight cast a soft glow over the hallway, and the sounds of the night echoed faintly in the distance.
Kouyou opened the door, raising a delicate eyebrow at the sight of him. “Chuuya. It’s late. What brings you here?”
Chuuya swallowed his pride, shifting awkwardly on his feet. “I, uh… I need some advice.”
Kouyou’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “Ah. I see.” She stepped aside, allowing him into the room. “Have a seat. This seems… personal.”
He scowled, feeling his face flush. “It’s not personal,” he lied. “It’s just—there’s someone, okay? Someone in the Mafia who keeps messing with me, and I can’t… I can’t stop thinking about them.”
Kouyou folded her hands in her lap, regarding him with her usual calm gaze. “Messing with you, how?”
“They’re always teasing me,” Chuuya muttered, staring down at the floor, “and it’s like they know what I’m thinking before I even say it. It pisses me off.”
Kouyou chuckled softly. “And yet, you find yourself drawn to them, don’t you?”
Chuuya clenched his fists, frustrated. “Yeah, but it’s… different. I don’t get it. Why can’t I just talk to them like a normal person?”
Kouyou’s smile was gentle, almost amused. “You’ve never been one for subtlety, Chuuya. But from what you’ve described, it sounds like this person enjoys your company. Have you considered that their teasing might be… affectionate?”
Chuuya blinked, staring at her in disbelief. “Affectionate? You’re kidding, right? They’re always messing with me.”
Kouyou laughed softly, a sound that both soothed and irritated him. “Some people express their feelings through playfulness, especially when they know it affects the other person. It sounds to me like they enjoy seeing your reactions. And judging by how flustered you are, it’s working.”
Chuuya flushed a deeper red, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “So what the hell am I supposed to do? I can’t just… I dunno, keep letting them mess with me.”
Kouyou’s expression softened. “Perhaps you should stop focusing on how to ‘win’ against them and instead consider how you truly feel. Do you want them to stop? Or is there something more?”
Chuuya went silent, Kouyou’s words echoing in his mind. Something more? He’d never considered it like that before. But maybe… maybe there was something more. And maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t so bad after all.
・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・
Chuuya clenched his fists, struggling to steady his breath. The weight of Kouyou's advice pressed heavy on his chest. Now was the moment—he’d either crumble or finally get the words out.
“I-I’m not here to fight,” he muttered, his voice betraying him with a slight stutter. He winced internally at his own nerves.
You raised an eyebrow, your smirk deepening with that ever-present teasing glint in your eyes. “Oh? That’s a surprise. So what’s on your mind, Chuuya?”
His throat felt tight, but he pressed on, stepping closer, his heart thundering against his ribs. “You.” His voice cracked slightly, and he quickly clenched his jaw to steady himself. “Y-You’re always on my mind, dammit.”
The smirk on your lips softened, but the amusement never fully disappeared. You tilted your head, a playful flicker in your gaze. “Is that so? How bold of you.”
Chuuya’s cheeks flushed, his frustration mixing with embarrassment. Why was this so difficult? He was a Port Mafia member, strong, unshakable, and here he was fumbling over his words like an idiot. He took another step forward, his fists clenched tight by his sides.
“Yeah, i-it’s true. And I… I’m tired of you messing with me like I’m some joke,” he blurted out, his voice sharper than intended but laced with a vulnerability he couldn’t hide.
For a split second, your eyes widened, but then a soft, genuine laugh bubbled from your throat—completely different from the usual sarcastic tones you threw his way. “Chuuya, I wasn’t messing with you.”
His breath caught. You weren’t? All this time? He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but words failed him.
You slid off the railing, closing the distance between the two of you. “I was just waiting for you to figure it out,” you murmured, voice softer now, your teasing edge momentarily fading.
Chuuya’s breath hitched, his chest tightening as your words lingered in the air between you. His heart pounded in his ears, drowning out the world around him. He had been expecting rejection, or another round of teasing—but this? This left him speechless.
You took another step forward, and suddenly, you were closer than he’d ever imagined. Chuuya could feel the warmth radiating from you, and he was hyper-aware of every inch between you, vanishing rapidly.
He swallowed hard, but no words came. His mind raced, torn between disbelief and the undeniable pull he felt towards you. “I—" he started, but before he could find his voice, your hand gently cupped his cheek.
Without giving him a chance to overthink, you leaned in, your lips brushing softly against his. The kiss was tentative at first, testing, but when you felt Chuuya’s hesitant but eager response, it deepened.
His hands, which had been hanging awkwardly at his sides, found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as the world seemed to fade away. Every thought, every worry, melted under the warmth of the kiss. Chuuya’s pulse raced, but this time it wasn’t from nerves—it was from the overwhelming sensation of finally having what he hadn’t even realized he’d been chasing for so long.
When you finally pulled back, the teasing smirk returned to your lips, but there was a softness in your eyes that made Chuuya’s chest tighten for a different reason now.
“So…” you whispered, voice just above a breath, “was that clear enough for you?”
Chuuya, still dazed, blinked, his usual bravado returning just a little. He huffed softly, trying and failing to suppress a small smile. “Y-Yeah… clear enough.”
For once, there were no words to stumble over, no need to fight back. Everything between you two was finally starting to fall into place.
Omg this took FOREVER
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.
The way I audibly gasped at how cute this is
Look at these bbs✨✨
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!!
Went to The Maybe Man tour! Had a lot of fun but my throat hurts quite a bit (；^∀^)
I've got like 1k words written for part two of And if you can forgive, love will truly live and I'm not even half way done
Save me ( ；∀；)
Ramble
Fandom: BSD -Bungo Stray Dogs
I've created another bsd au from my problem of procrastinating school work
Doesn't help that I have a substitute right now
It's fine, I'll do it as homework
Anyways, the Au came into my head from someone's fanart of Dazai with apples and then my brain spiraled
This was the fanart piece
It's literally so pretty
Respectfully, I want to eat the art