Hi kitty! Could I request a scenario for prompt 9 with Chuuya? I'm not sure if you write for him since there's no list for who you write, so I hope it's alright (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)
9. wiping away someone’s tears
Bungo Stray Dogs, Chuya Nakahara x reader
physical affection prompts
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The late night sky was a jet black. Clouds hide away the ivory moon from view. Stars that once decorated the night sky was now covered by blankets of ominous storm clouds. The sound and fresh scent of rain filled the atmosphere.
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You and your dearest Chuya were sound asleep, entangled in the sheets as well in each other’s arms. Soft little snores and the sound of rain hitting the window filled the room.
However, your peaceful sleep wouldn’t last long. Your worst nightmares began to haunt your mind. Your face scrunched up in displeasure. Breathing becoming ragged as beads of sweat rolled down your temples. Mumblings full of anxiety tumbled past your lips. You began to shift around and this woke Chuya up. In a sleepy haze he hears a broken voice say, “Don’t leave me alone” and then realizes its you.
A sudden crack of thunder rips through the sky as well as rips you away from your dreadful nightmare. You jump in shock and startle Chuya a bit. It takes you a while to register that it was just a nightmare as your eyes scanned the darkened room.
Chuya gets up and holds you in his embrace. “It’s okay. It was all just a bad dream. I’m right here”, he whispers sweet nothings into your ear until you calm down a little. One of his hands run up and down your back, tracing invisible patterns, while the other lays your head down on his chest with his chin resting atop your head.
You tilt your head slightly upwards, looking at him, teary eyed. He donned a sad expression, he never liked to see you cry or broken. Unable to hold it in anymore, tears begin to roll down your cheeks. He uses the pad of his thumb to wipe them away. He pulls you close to his chest once again, holding you tightly in his arms. Your little sniffles and the pitter-patter of the rain filled the room.
Chuya may be a hothead and surely does have a short fuse but when it comes to you, he’s the gentlest person in the world. Sure he puts the tough guy act on the outside, but on the inside, he’s a soft teddy bear secretly wanting to help others.
After your sniffles die down, he gives you a chaste kiss on the lips and says that you should both go back to sleep and get some rest but not before reassuring you he’s right there. Your head is tucked underneath his chin and his heartbeat lulls you to sleep. Chuya watches in awe while running his nimble fingers through your hair and soon after he also falls asleep.
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Thank you for being my very first ask! I hope you like this. If it is not what you wanted, feel free to request again. sorry if its short though
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Hi Tara, congrats on 500 again!! Could I request no.6 with Dazai?
dazai + backpfeifengesicht (german, n.) a face in need of a fist; literally, “slap face.”
➽─{hi nicole, thank you!!! this was a bit of an... experiment hehe. definitely not the direction i'd normally go ✨}─❥
warning(s): stalking; mild yandere.
it is worth noting that yandere is a horror trope at its core, not a romance trope.
Dazai was mostly harmless... right?
It would’ve done you some good to question this basic premise when he first crept back into your life. The need for concern, however, seemed scarce; the two of you broke up on what seemed to be good terms. What you failed to account for was Dazai’s acute ability to put on a show. Ironically, this talent of his was the very same reason that you cut him off to begin with.
When you first met Dazai, you could’ve sworn he was the wittiest, cleverest, and most charismatic man you’d ever had the pleasure of talking to─but eventually, you noticed that above all, he was hollow.
Charming as he was, Dazai’s emptiness became most apparent to you once your relationship outlasted all of his previous ones─a careless mistake on his part. It wasn’t often that he kept a plaything for long. Your declarations of love were met with mirror-like reciprocation; your vulnerabilities were matched by few (if any) of his own. Try as you might, your connection to him remained shallow; even though he pretended there was something more to your companionship, you couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that the home you built for two in your heart was only occupied by one.
Truthfully, Dazai fell short of valuing your relationship until he realized he’d fallen out of your favor. He swept you up in the exact same manner he’d done to many others, countless others. You were a commodity to him, but a replaceable one at that─just another mind to pick, another body to ravish. But Dazai was used to having his toys at his very fingertips; he grew a certain fondness of playing his lovers like marionettes. Your desertion made his head spin. Just how did you manage to make your escape? None of his string puppets have ever had their way with him before. And most certainly none of them had been the one to leave.
The first incident took place at your local grocery store. It was when you turned to the checkout line that you saw him, a vestige of your past wandering the linoleum aisles. You blinked once, then twice… still there.
“Dazai, long time no see! What are you doing in these parts?”
“Oh hey there! I’m just running some errands,” he said, his lips curled into a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Just running some errands?” you echoed back. “…But Dazai, you live on the other side of the city.”
“Yeah, I know, right? Get this: I couldn’t find crab meat anywhere else in Yokohama today!” the bandaged detective held up the package, all styrofoam and plastic wrap. “I can’t believe I ended up in your backyard looking for this!”
“Oh my goodness, no way!” You were tickled by his silly excuse, so you hardly thought twice about his roundabout explanation.
The second incident happened outside of your home. Dazai led a sulking Atsushi through your neighborhood, stopping right at your front door, apparently on the job. The silver-haired boy stayed back as Dazai made his inquiries.
“Fancy seeing you again! We were asking around for information regarding our latest case. There were some strange sightings on this street,” he said, rather cheerful for someone who consistently avoided his work. You helped the duo as best as you could, which was no help at all; you were unfamiliar with their client’s claims. They left presumably empty-handed.
When you went to check your mailbox that night, it was empty. In and of itself, it wasn’t much cause for alarm, until you realized the weekly newspaper was supposed to come that day. Maybe it’ll turn up late? You tried to brush it off as a coincidence, wanting nothing more than for Dazai’s cover story to bring you some relief.
It did, but not for long.
The third incident occurred at your workplace. Under other circumstances, it might have been a pleasant surprise; a beautiful, oversized bouquet of flowers exchanged hands between the delivery guy, your boss, and finally you.
“You might want to keep your personal affairs out of the office in the future,” your boss joked at the time, winking. Much to your dismay, your nosy coworkers showered you with whistles and congratulations.
“Who’s the lucky guy?” they asked. You shook your head, shooting all of them a tight-lipped smile. Unease set into your stomach; you hadn’t dated anyone since Dazai. If it was from a friend, they could’ve given it to you in person. If it was from family, there would have been an occasion to celebrate. You waited for your coworkers to walk away before so much as touching the unexpected gift.
Turning the flowers over in your clammy hands, you looked for any indication of who the sender might be. There was no such thing hidden inside of the crinkly pink paper. You untied the satin ribbon, twirling it around your little finger. Your heart dropped when you saw the strip of paper that had fallen from its binding.
The name “Osamu” was scrawled onto it.
“Dazai, what the fuck?” you spoke into the phone, voice rising and faltering, hands shaking ever so slightly.
“Whoa, whoa, what’s the matter?” he asked, his calm composure contrasting your very obvious distress.
“I’m talking about the flowers, Dazai. What the hell?” He paused as if trying to remember something.
“Oh, shoot. I forgot to give you the heads up,” he said slowly.
“What is that supposed to mean?” you asked.
“I won this giveaway thing out of nowhere.”
“And?” You twisted the ribbon, stretching the threads in the fabric apart.
“Look, I don’t even remember signing up for it, but this cute little flower shop was offering me a free arrangement, and I thought you’d appreciate it the most,” he explained. “They're your favorite flowers, aren’t they? Sorry, I forgot to tell you in advance.”
“…Oh.” You took one of the petals and stroked it between your index finger and thumb. He was right, these really are your favorite─part of the reason why you got so upset. “Well, that’s very sweet of you, but don’t send any more weird gifts in the future.”
As much as you’d like to give him the benefit of the doubt, it was impossible to overlook his tactlessness. Something wasn’t quite right about his popping into and out of your life. You trashed the bouquet at your earliest convenience; if he tried anything funny again, you’d be sure to shut it down immediately.
Dazai made contact with you again less than a week later.
There was no ambiguity left in his intentions when you found him dining at your favorite restaurant, one you ordered takeout from often. The place was so packed that you didn’t see him until you were inside, allowing him to pounce on you immediately.
“You’ll never believe it: when I was trying to make a reservation for myself, they misheard me and booked a table for two! Care to join?” he offered, standing up from his seat. You looked at him, then at the large bottle of sake on the table, then at the curious waiter who eyed you from his post, then back at Dazai. His eyes shone with the flickering of candlelights, face slightly flushed from drinking alone.
“You’re right, Dazai, I don’t believe it,” you said, making a mental note to get delivery next time. “This is crazy, leave me alone already.” You turned on your heel at once, but as you tried to make your exit, you felt a cold hand wrap around your wrist. Your heart began to thump.
“Hands off,” you snapped at him, stride stunted. You tried to jerk your arm away, but he stared at you with an iron hold and an iron gaze, unrelenting.
"It's all your fault," he said with mock tenderness. "I can't stop thinking about you."
"That's not my problem," you said, still struggling against his grasp.
“Don’t make me do this the hard way,” he said, voice lowering to a growl. His warning filled you with a mix of fear and annoyance. On one hand, he could easily snap your wrist in this position. On the other hand, did he really think he could get away with that in public?
“Here? Now?” you asked, gesturing towards the other customers. You gasped when he held on impossibly tighter, threatening to crush through flesh and bone. Raising your hand, you had half a mind to smack him across the head when he suddenly let go, the thudding of footsteps breaking his attention.
Saved by the waiter.
A swarm of employees came to your aid, eager to diffuse the situation. They started to usher you out, clamoring over you: "Are you okay?" "Do you need a cab?" Dazai's features darkened as they took you away, but a twisted smile crossed his face when he noticed you clutching your swollen arm. His last words would ring in your ears that night:
“Oh, darling. I didn’t specify where or when, now, did I?”
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Okay,but imagine Chuuya with a s/o whose ability is strength based BUT she only gets strength everytime she kisses someone which obviously would be Chuuya. Everytime they're fighting against someone they just kiss. And Mori has to send them on mission together because otherwise s/o refuses to use her ability since it would count as cheating if it was someone else. So they spend time together + kiss + confuse enemies + and show everyone they're a power couple. Thanks for coming to my ted talk.
Okay, kissing — does it have to be with tongue? If it is I’d understand why she’d prefer to go with Chuuya. Or maybe she could even ask her best friend along... maybe if it was Gin... ah, but Gin is always 😷 (yea I like Gin 😤)
But basically, super strength from a single kiss? Man, they’d both be super strong in bed too. And the fear someone must have if they piss her off and she starts kissing Chuuya 🏃🏻 Pretty convenient ability though, if she has Chuuya by her side. If she’s single, even more convenient 🤧
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