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our fave soft boi + dad vibes | Newness, 2017

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save me nerdy white boy... save me...

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i don’t want a job i want to read good books and drink good coffee and get kissed on the neck

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hey, congrats 100 followers !! i would love to join your celebration♡ may i request beastzai (or js adazai) with the scenario married life (1) & all in all, it was a typical tuesday (8) as the prompt ?

congrats on 100 again !!!! it’s a big number and a big achievement !!

I think Dazai is really hot too.

✧˚ · . vroom vroom, than a table for two - dazai osamu

he certainly couldn’t complain.

summary ⋆ ★ comfort, fluff, established relationship (marriage with reader), SFW → icky PDA, cutesy nicknames, minor mention of sex (it’s like barely there though) and overall puppy husband dazai. also obvious mentions of suicide its DAZAI

It was Tuesday.

And also another hardworking day at the Agency. So, so tiring, according to your husband—not that he ever worked—to the point where he simply needed a break with his lovely spouse. That’s how you found yourself hand-in-hand with him during your lunch break, walking down the sidewalks of Yokohama while he excitedly spoke about a new suicide method he had heard of.

Yesterday was a homemade shrapnel bomb, today was a wrecking ball.

“Basically, you hide out in a building that’s scheduled to be demolished and eventually it collapses on you! Pretty sweet, isn’t it?”

Quirking an eyebrow, he turned to you expectantly, a cheery smile on his face. It was quick, painless enough method of suicide. Beautiful in a way, too. Sunlight would be warming his skin, the air fresh and crisp and then tons of concrete and plaster would crush his entire body in one fell swoop. No pain, just gain of access to the afterlife.

Looking back at him, you sheepishly shrugged, replying back to amuse both him and yourself. 50% of the time, his attempts were idiotic and funny, the other 50% was genuinely worrying and mildly terrifying. Today seemed to be the former, though. Thankfully.

Plus, it wasn’t like the method would even work due to some random info you found out about on the internet.

“Yeah, but I’m like, ninety-nine percent sure they check the buildings for people before they demolish them. So you’d get found out.”

Your tone was as equally playful and light as his. He wouldn’t really kill himself. You weren’t ready for a double suicide yet, sadly. His lips curled into a frown when you mentioned how it wouldn’t work, his fingers squeezing yours as he exaggerated his sigh.

“And here I was, certain of my demise! Guess that means I’ll be with you a bit longer, darling.”

Not that he really minded.

Sure, he constantly went off about suicide and how beautiful the whole concept was, but at the end of the day, he wouldn’t want to die without you at his side. He’s firmly one of those people who’d kill himself after his beloved died. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself after you died. Sure, he made Odasaku a promise, but he made you a vow.

Until death do them part.

When you died, so would he.

But no one was dying today. Just a happy day for a happy couple.

Dazai’s hand slipped out of yours, curling around your hips instead as he pulled you closer to his side. He wanted to show off his pretty partner to anyone who happened to look over at you two. Show off the person who owns his heart and soul and is his perfect reason to live for just a little bit longer. No one else deserved his gorgeous belladonna.

Just him and him only.

Only Dazai could kiss your lips at any given moment—publicly or privately—, and only he could watch you dress up for dates, brushing out your hair while he mumbled compliments into the spot where your collarbone met your neck. Only Dazai could spend hours with you at night, hearing his name from your lips while his fingers intertwined with yours at the intimate moments.

No one else could hope to do the same with you.

That’s why he soon was leading you into a bakery, the smell of pastries and bread flooding the air as he looked over the treats in the display cases. Black sesame roll cakes, all squishy looking and yummy. The cookies ranging from chocolate chip to matcha and plain vanilla. They all looked so good, but the prices weren’t quite the same.

God, when it came to money, Dazai wished he was still in the Mafia. At least he had tons of it back then.

Now, he had to be a bit more frugal with his income from the Agency. Sure, you guys weren’t dirt poor or unable to afford food and other necessities, but you couldn’t always get special snacks like this. Maybe once every week or two, if you could do so.

Nudging your shoulder, he tapped the glass, looking at you expectantly. He always did this—letting you choose what the two of you would eat. Dazai didn’t mind either. You had good taste unlike his diet of canned crab and alcohol.

“I trust my lovely spouse’s taste and that you’ll pick something good like always.”

He was such a puppy. Only for you, he thought.

“Uhmm…dunno. Pick a number, one or two.”

Dazai placed a finger on his lips, pretending to be in thought like it was the most important decision in his twenty-two years of life so far. Brows furrowed in concentration, eyes darting between you and the sweet treats while he hummed quietly. One or two? Eh. He’d go with two. There was the two of you here, after all.

“Two.”

He watched as you pointed at a slice of strawberry cheesecake, your eyes looking at him for approval. Honestly, Dazai never understood why you wanted his approval for everything. You were his equal—his life partner, nonetheless—so there was really no need for this behavior. But he couldn’t blame you. Even now, he had a bit of a commanding aura.

“Oooooh, that looks good! Knew you’d pick something tasty.”

Dazai pecked your cheek affectionately while he held your hand walking to the counter, ordering two slices of strawberry cheesecake, taking out Kunikida’s credit card that he had ‘borrowed’ from the blondie earlier at work. Compared to the thievery he had committed in his younger years, it was practically begging to be used with how his wallet was smack dab in the middle of his desk.

Carefully holding the two plates of the cheesecake slices, he led you over to a table in the corner, giving you a fork as he sat down across from you. He didn’t eat until you dug into your piece first, making sounds of contentment as sweetness coated both your taste buds. Geez, it was good. Worth the price for sure. The corner of your lips were stained with the white frosting, and so he swiped his thumb over the mess, cooing at you like a parent.

“Ah ah, ‘donna. You’re getting messy.”

Dazai liked the flush of your face. How flustered you were as you insisted you could clean yourself and that you weren’t a baby and a fully capable grown adult.

“I’m not a baby, ‘samu! I can take care of myself, ‘kay?”

Of course, of course.

“Uh-huh. And you’re not a baby. You’re my baby. My clumsy little baby who can’t eat without making a mess.”

Chewing on the rest of his slice, minutes passed, filled with conversations between the two of you about work, how Atsushi was doing—probably still traumatized and fucked over, is what you both agreed about—, plans for dinner. You tastefully ignored his comment about what he wanted for dessert. At least there weren’t any kids in the bakery.

Thankfully for everyone else in the establishment, your ‘lunch’ was finished. Walking out of the cafe, he clasped onto your hand firmly, feeling his wedding ring rub against your skin. The sounds of honking and birds chirping filled the air, but all Dazai could hear were your gentle breaths coupled with the sound of your footsteps.

Nothing really mattered besides you, in his eyes.

His everything—his reason to live.

Eternally.

Tags: @twst-om-lover, @sinfulthoughtsposts

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when the fuck is it my turn to be called an investment

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thinking ab dazai w his coat off & his sleeves rolled up to his elbows ꩜_꩜

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This is just the cutest ever, I love this so much 😭

WHEN WE ARE OLDER

remus lupin x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

see the request here!

Synopsis: during your monthly after-full-moon cuddle session, your plans about the future get more and more concrete and you both become surprisingly shy

Warning/content: mention of wounds, talk about kids and marriage, insecure remus, my English

a.n.: 1.1k words- i feel like i could have make it longer but i still love this

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The dorm was silent, the boys decided to leave the both of you so Remus could rest properly. The full moon had happened a couple of days ago and it was the first night he spent out of the infirmary, his wounds weren’t so deep this time and he was able to move properly quickly.

But he was still exhausted and needed you by his side. His head was resting on your chest, sleeping peacefully as you just woke up. You looked down at him, relieved his pain wasn’t so crippling he couldn’t sleep serenely.

Slowly, without any sound, not willing to disturb his slumber, you brought your hand to his brown hair, playing with his curls as you waited for him to surface.

After a few minutes of head massages, Remus finally opened his eyes, a smile immediately drawing on his lips when he saw you “Hi” he breathed in a quiet voice.

As softly as him, you answered “Good morning” Remus’ head buried further into your chest, creating his own little bubble of comfort, forgetting about the wounding night that happened not so long ago for a moment.

It was always the effect you had on him, it’s been years since it was his favourite way of coping with the after-effects of the transformation night. You were both in your last year and Remus only hoped to have you by his side even after the end of Hogwarts.

And it’s funny how Remus’ mind always found a way to make him panic instead of being happy. Therefore, when he thought about your common future, it felt like an entire world was crashing into him. What if you didn’t want him anymore? What if you had enough of him and his problem? What if you finally understand you were dating a monster?

He couldn’t register the number of questions that were rushing through his mind at the moment. But, unfortunately for him, his interior chaos was described exteriorly by the way his eyebrows creased and bit his lower lip.

“Remus?” you called for maybe the third time before he zoned back in “What’s going on?” you offered an all warmth and reassurance smile.

He hated he had to ruin a good moment just because he was insecure. “Um… Nothing- just,” he didn’t want to keep his worry to himself this time. Communication was something he was working on and you were more than happy to see he opened up to you more and more “I wonder what we will be like older. I mean, I hope my condition is not going to push you away someday”

Your grin turned into a sad smile “Oh baby” you cooed, your hand coming to stroke his cheek “What would you think this?” you whispered, your lips resting on his forehead.

“Well- what if you want children and they end up like me” it’s when you didn’t answer anything he realised it was the first time one of you ever brought out the subject of having kids.

Of course, this idea occurred to you, but you just brushed it out, you thought it was too early to think about this. And as Remus pronounced these words, you understood he thought about it and you couldn’t help but feel a warm sensation in your chest. You always tell each other everything, but this was maybe the most intimate revelation, it came from the bottom of his heart and was the deepest proof of love he could ever give. Somehow, you felt like you were at the beginning of your relationship when the smallest compliment would make your cheeks burn.

When you focused back on Remus, his cheeks were burning and red “I- I mean if you want to have children” he was barely audible, avoiding your stare.

You could look down at Remus, a little surprised. You and he were the oldest couple in your friend group, you’d been dating for two years and you could understand Remus wanted you in your life, he didn’t just see you as a teen romance.

Suddenly all flustered, you whispered “I don’t care if our… kids are werewolves are not. We will tell them it’s not what matters and we will help them” your voice was so quiet, not realising yet Remus loved you this much.

On his side, Remus never felt so grateful to have you, you were the most kind-hearted person he ever knew. But your voice cut him out of his thoughts again, your voice so so quiet and so so shy “I mean as long as they’re from you” that was probably the most adorable thing he had ever heard.

He propped himself on his elbows, looking at you in the eyes “You-” it was a little weird to say it out loud, he always thought a normal family life was for others, that it wasn’t accessible to him “You want to have kids with me?” he responded as quiet as you.

You weren’t a timid type of person but right now you were melting under him “Yeah” you breathed. It was a new stage in your relationship, there was the first kiss, the first “i love you”, the first night but this was so much more powerful and meaningful than anything you went through.

Remus smiled all soft and warm, his head resting on your chest again. It was such a nice feeling to finally have access to the love story he always dreamt about, the love story he never thought he could reach.

The comfortable silence took its place again. Both of your minds rushed in thought about whatever could happen to you later “Do you…” Remus started, as unsure as before “Do you think about getting… married?” he squinted his eyes, waiting for your answer.

“Yeah” you could only smile at the idea “Do you?”

“Mmh” Remus hummed, holding you a little tighter before rolling on the mattress so you were the one at the top. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear “What do you think we will be like when we are older?”

Your lips curled into a smile “We will have a house next to the woods. I will bake on Sunday your favourite sourdough bread and we will have a library and we will read to each other when it rains. Also, we will have cats” 

“Cats”

“Yup” you grinned, giving Remus’ lips a small peck. You look at each other in silence. Still a little unconfident about the revelations, you buried your head in his neck, and he gently played with your hair.

Remus kissed your temple, resting his lips there “You know, I love you and I thought everything I said” you said, tracing the new scar on his chest.

Remus could almost cry from so much love and consideration, you filled his heart with warm every day and he never wanted this feeling to stop “I love you too”

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first-time dad! keigo who presses his lips to the swollen curve of your stomach with the promise to give his unborn offspring the childhood that he never had.

first-time dad! keigo who tries—and fails—to be subtle with his pandering, often waking you in the middle of the night when your breath pauses for a second too long, brows knitted with worry.

first-time dad! keigo who accompanies you to hospital appointments, and stares at the monitor, glossy-eyed and enamoured by the tiny thump, thump, thump of his baby’s heartbeat.

first-time dad! keigo who, later that night, burrows beneath the covers with you by his side, and dreams of the future that is to come, the spread of his palm warming your skin as he nuzzles at your pulse.

first-time dad! keigo who frequently litters your changing body with affection, the press of his fingers gentle as he tests the weight of your milk-laden breasts, humming an answering moan when you keen the syllables of his name.

first-time dad! keigo who is determined to show you just how much he adores the marks that stretch along the expanse of your hips and the patch of curls that have taken home between your legs now that you can no longer reach to tame them.

first-time dad! keigo who makes love to you on the nights that sleep evades you, chuckling when the mood is broken when he titters a calming symphony that has your unborn babe responding in kind with a swift kick to your ribs.

first-time dad! keigo who taps the tips of his fingers to your belly, irises gleaming the colour of liquid gold with unabashed excitement that renders him giddy, because, fuck, he can’t wait to meet you.

first-time dad! keigo who, despite his meticulous preparations, finds that, actually, he isn’t at all ready for when the day of your child’s birth finally arrives, horror paling his cheeks a worrying shade of white when your waters break.

first-time dad! keigo who looks a little green, overwhelmed with a flurry of mind-reeling emotions when he smoothes away the sweat-soaked hairs that stick to your forehead as the crooks of your fingers tighten around his own, straining as you finally bless him with the perfect bundle of joy.

first-time dad! keigo who, whilst you slip into the arms of slumber, counts ten tiny fingers and ten minuscule toes before he’s then blinded by his own affections that roll down the apples of his cheeks in rivets, a singular droplet landing on the tip of a perfectly small nose.

first-time dad! keigo who brushes his lips to the wisps of those finely curled hairs that match the colour of his own, greedily inhaling the new scent of life that intermingles with the taste of freshly fed milk. and there, he whispers a promise of an unconditional love that wasn’t gifted to him until the day he met you.

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We lose brain cells when we are together....

Being best friends with Shinso Hitoshi

Characters: Shinso Hitoshi x reader (platonic)

Content: fluff, crack kinda?, little bit of Izuku Midoriya x reader, reader is a crackhead 'cause why not, also a kinda dark joke that my mom wouldn't appreciate, this is long and I have no regrets, this is so self indulgent💀

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Alright lets be honest here first. When you two first met, Hitoshi made some small talk but other than that didn't really wanna converse with you. The crack energy was too much for him. He kept his distance with you but no matter where he went, it was like the universe decided to torment him 'cause he always seemed to bump into you.

Time skip to a more run ins and you talking his ear off, there you were, two best friends. The dynamic between you is basically, You: Crackhead, Hitoshi: tired of the crackhead.

He'll act all grumpy when you drag him somewhere to hang out but don't mind him, he loves hanging out with you. Hitoshi also loves the fact that you don't see his quirk as "evil" as many people do.

If you are a cat person, he is in heaven. It will be a sacred ritual to go to a cat cafe once a week. If you cancel on the plans, well get ready to receive the silent treatment.

The sassiness between you two is high on this one. Its like you'll be minding your own buisness and he'll just randomly go "can you not? Your existence is giving me a headache". Of course he doesn't mean it <3

You two are attached at the hip a lot of the times. And with that comes speculations from people if you two might be a couple. When someone actually asks if you two are dating, Hitoshi would be like "pfft why would I date this ?" and you're there just like "bitch🤚 no cat cafe meetings for a month" and he'll crumble like "NOOOO" .

You are the only being in existence who is allowed to touch his hair. If you ever want to style it, he'll make a offended face but nevertheless let you do it and he'll keep it if you say and glare at anyone who makes a joke of it.

You constanly scolding him about his sleep schedule like yours isn't fucked up as well. Hitoshi will call you randomly at like 3 am to tell you a cat fact. Most of the times, his training with Aizawa stresses him out so you drag him to have a self care routine. God forbid you sneak a picture of him with a face mask and cucumbers on, he will bury you alive.

He acts like he hates it and will groan everytime you tell him stupid ass jokes. Though sometimes he laughs like that one time you went " 'Toshi, 'Toshi" "what?" "Whats the difference between a lightbulb and a pregnant woman?" ".....what?" "......you can unscrew a lightbulb" and cue Hitoshi trying not to burst out cackling.

Friends don't judge each other, they judge other people together. This is a motto that you two go by. Ya'll be in a cafe or a park or just walking and you two would just judge other people together and roast them to hell. And Hitoshi acts all nonchalant but he is definitely interested when you come around and gossip about shit that just happened with other people.

The UA people didn't even know you existed until one day you decided to randomly pop up to embarrass Hitoshi. Its not that he avoided talking about you, its just that they never asked and he is a private person by nature so they just never knew about you.

Denki audibly, and dramatically, gasped when the usual stoic Shinso Hitoshi cracked a small smile on seeing you running at him full speed. The others were kinda surprised too when they saw how easily he conversed with you.

After that, your presence became more and more frequent around the group. One time Mineta tried to flirt with you disgustingly and after you quickly ignored him, Hitoshi dragged Mineta....somewhere. Nobody knew where Mineta was for two whole days, all while Hitoshi had a small smile on his face.

Hitoshi pretended to gag in disgust when one day you came to him rambling on about how lovely and adorable Midoriya is. He will however push you to talk to Izuku when the group is together 'cause he can see how much you like him.

So basically, being best friends with Shinso Hitoshi is definetely a whirlwind. He'll act all cool and stoic but with you its like his brain cells just die and you both radiate crackhead energy. And he'll always be there, supporting you, motivating you and being a shoulder to cry on.

And he will rarely say it but he is glad and feels lucky to have you as his friend.

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Comments and reblogs are appreciated!! Do not repost or claim as yours though, its not cool.

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In love with this

Shitpost. 

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Bsd boys on Valentine’s Day

< Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara, Atsushi Nakajima, Akutagawa Ryunnosuke, Edgar Allan Poe>

Dazaj Osamu

- he’s so extra

- even though he has “no money”, somehow he still manages to pull off a whole over the top plan

- at first he acts like he forgot or sum

- first you’re welcomed with roses on your desk when you enter the office

- he won’t get off of you, literally glued to your side

- at lunch he won’t do anything extra, he’s just preparing you for dinner and stuff

- he won’t stop talking about how precious you are to him

- “ Belladonna, you don’t understand- I need to show you how important you are to me”

- “you’ll make us go into more depth, Dazai”

-Kunikida is also done with his shit but this time he won’t say anything

- he will take you on a night stroll as soon as the sun starts to set, it’s really romantic actually

- I was talking about taking you to dinner, well-

- the dinner is on a rooftop like a picnic

- the view is amazing and I’m sure you’ll love it

- he knows you so well

- Dazai starts to confess about his undying love for you but instantly ruins it with asking you to commit double suicide with him

- when you come back it will be romantic in the bedroom what can I say ;)

Atsushi nakajima

- poor tiger doesn’t know what to do

- he’s utterly broke and cannot afford a fancy dinner nor taking you out somewhere romantic so he needs to be creative

- if you love teddy bears then you’re in luck

- he would buy you a teddy bear, like a big one which is in his budget 😭

• “Why did you buy me this?”

• “do you not like it?”

• “ Atsushi dear, why would i need a teddy bear? I already have you!”

- he would get so flustered but he’s glad that you like it

- he would also take you out for a stroll when the sun starts to set

- walking right next to the river where he and Dazai first met

- let’s just hope it’s not full moon that day so there won’t be any trouble

- he did take you on a picnic and you guys just admired the night sky

- well, you were admiring the night sky because he was admiring you

- your beauty under the moonlight

- he would call you moonlight from that on

- NEKENSKDNKDNS

Sorry I had to

- he’s trying his best

- it was really cute {he’s cute<3}

- he would also throw so many compliments at you oh my lord

- like he doesn’t do it every single day

- he just loves you with his whole heart

Chuuya Nakahara

- he’s fancy and has money

- he will bombard you with expensive gifts

- that necklace you saw a week ago in that shop? Now it’s on your desk waiting for you to wear it

- he will take you out for lunch and dinner

- like he doesn’t do it whenever he has the chance

- this is one of the only few days he lets himself be seen with you

- he doesn’t want you to be in danger so yeah

- and it’s not like those dinners before

- there are rose petals, expensive wine and stuff

- I’m really bad with this romantic stuff I’m sorry 😭

- he loves to make you feel special

- even Kyouko helped to organize this

- she’s way better at knowing what a woman loves

Akutagawa Ryunnosuke

- he doesn’t understand why are people so excited about Valentine’s Day

- I mean yeah, what’s the big deal it’s just another boring day?

- if Valentine’s Day is important for you and you get excited over it he’s willing to do something in his own emo way

- he asks his sister for help

- asking ways to make you feel more special than you already are

- I mean, you’re literally sleeping in the same bed as Akutagawa and you’re his girlfriend if that doesn’t make you feel special enough istg

- if you have this cake or something that you really like but don’t eat often he will literally try to bake it for you

- let’s hope he doesn’t burn down the kitchen 😭

- Rhamshon tries to help also

- when you get home you just see your favorite cake on the table and a sweating akutagawa in the kitchen

- “ did— did you bake that?”

- he wouldn’t even answer your question, just looking at you with narrowed eyes

- “eat it”

- I swear you thought that he’s going to poison you

- it was really tasty surprisingly

- of course it was tasty, his sister helped for sure

- give him a kiss in return so he knows you like it

- he was so nervous

- he calms down a little when he sees you liked it

- he loves to see you happy even if he doesn’t show it or if that means he has to suffer for hours to make something you love

Edgar Allan Poe

- now listen here

- even if he’s wealthy he’s maybe tho only one who doesn’t spoil you with gifts

- okay now I lied but I hope you know what I’m trying to say

- yeah, he will buy you anything you want

- but he wrote you a book

- A LITERAL BOOK

- and a romantic poem

- I just love this man

- he wouldn’t take you out for dinner

- HE would make dinner in your home

- Carl this day would be way more touchy and even cuddle with you which is rare

- I’m sure he would do that to make Poe jealous that you’re giving more attention to him than your lover

- okay now, he made you dinner, wrote you a book and Poe, even bought you something you like

- so when you guys are eating he would read it out to you making you awestruck

- “ that was beautiful”

- “not more beautiful than you”

- that was a little corny but idc I love this man

- I feel like he would even propose to you for god’s sake!

- I’m sure he would propose

- he’s a man who dates to marry

- Carl is your child, and you cannot change my mind

- you’re like a little family

- he hopes you like the book

- and also

- make sure that you assure him that Ranpo could never compare to him and that he’s the love of your life and he’s perfect

- just boost his fragile ego when it comes to Ranpo, please and thank you

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A/n: ik im a little late IM SORRY! I forgot to post it in time. I really hope you guys liked it and I wish you guys all the best

Be safe and make sure to eat and stay hydrated! I love you guys&lt;3

Posted: 15.02.2023

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People I’m at prom and I’m giving up- I’m on the verge of a panic attack

Good thing my gf’s Bestay came over to talk to me

#Cali talks<3 #i hate me so much

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What is this new tumblr update???

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I have fallen back into my Harry Potter era and whenever I see Remus or Sirius I’m literally screaming and giggling like a happy little girl

I’m legit daydreaming about these two I cannot

I love remus’ messy hair and NEKEMDKDNDKXN

#harry potter #marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #hogwarts #remus my beloved #Sirius my beloved #remus being remus #james #james & peter & remus & sirius

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Hi there! Who do you think would be Atsushi’s ideal type of person in a relationship? Which type of personality can you see him falling hard for? I hope you have a great rest of your day and take care of yourself! 😊🙌💗

A/n: Great question, I have been thinking a lot so now Let’s get into ✨business✨

Also with big chance this will be edited in some kind of form, I won’t be deleting anything but I will only add :p

- I see him falling for a person who’s kind- like way too kind but isn’t afraid of kicking someone’s ass if they piss them off or step over line

- Thinking about that he would love when she’s affectionate, yeah he would be flustered 24/7 but like still-

- He lives for their forehead kisses, giving him a peck on the cheek or holding his hand always

- He would even love when they take care of him, I’m not only talking about like cooking and stuff

- Like if they help him with work and cases yk-

- Not everyone can cook so even if you order him food he would be so grateful

- He’s grateful for literally anything they do

- He would love if you get along with Dazai, he is a really important figure in his life- and having the two most important people in his life getting along would be such a joy for him ngl

- I feel like he would really fall for a person if they are the caretaker type of person, always being there whenever and wherever

- If they love animals it’s a win-win situation, he gets head pats and snuggles and they get the fuzzy feeling as like petting a cat or some kind of other animal

- Be good with kids please- having such a horrible childhood, he would want his partner to take care of the kids and act towards them with kindness, which he never experienced from parental figures as a kid.

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[alcoholandcakes]

nothing more, nothing less

Kaz Brekker was acquainted with different monsters. Those wrapped in expensive silk and bathed in sickening perfume. Those who spouted beautiful lies, enticing unwitting men into their dens. Those with hands stained crimson, preying on children and fools alike. His reflection on a mirror.

But the green-eyed beast proved to be a terrifying match.

Or, Kaz gets jealous.

✦ kaz brekker x gn!reader | grishaverse

✦ tags: jealous kaz, lieutenant!reader, (kind of?) enemies to lovers, set sometime after the events of crooked kingdom

"Brekker."

"Darling," KAZ drawled without looking up at your arrival, his tone more mocking than affectionate. "You're two bells late. Do you have the—"

A roll of parchment zipped through the air, landing in the middle of his desk with startling accuracy and ruining the neatly arranged blueprints spread atop it.

"I told you to quit calling me that," you muttered darkly. "One of these days, I'll really cut off your tongue."

He huffed, concealing his amusement. He enjoyed calling you all sorts of endearments after discovering how easily they riled you up.

There are times when Kaz allowed himself to feel, to act, like a boy again. Reconcile with a distant past, one that echoed Jordie's voice and carried the smell of fresh grass.

This was one of them. Similar to a child, Kaz reveled in your attention. Regardless if they came as threats, insults, or downright disdain.

He'd swallow a bullet first than ever admit it, though.

"How terrifying," he said, unfazed, and made swift work of straightening out the floor plan you brought him.

Silence fell, interrupted only by the soft shuffling of papers. From the corner of his eye, he noticed you shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

Normally, Kaz would come up with some sort of excuse to make you stay, but it seemed that something was on your mind.

And so, he waited.

You cleared your throat. "Do you need anything else?"

No, but thank you. You did well. Please, get some rest, his thoughts supplied. He ignored them. Instead, he simply settled on, "No."

His movements stilled. The question was unusual, especially coming from you.

"Nothing more, nothing less," you had once told him, seated on the ledge of a stadwatch tower that overlooked Ketterdam's shores. He'd nodded in agreement back then, mesmerized by the early sunlight that caressed your face.

You lived by the old saying for as long as Kaz has known you. After all, when you grew up in the Barrel, you'd learned early on that acting out of the goodness of one's heart only left a person broken. Penniless. Or worse, dead.

As such, you weren't the type to seek additional assignments without an offer beforehand. The fact that you had gone out of your way to ask was... suspicious.

His eyes finally flicked to yours. He could never afford to look at you for too long, as it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to stop once he started.

He cocked his head to the side and searched your gaze. "Why?"

You blinked, clearly caught off guard. He rarely indulged you in idle conversation or pried into your affairs.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Because despite everything you've been through together, this was the nature of your relationship too. Neither of you tried to change it, even after every scar he unraveled and laid at your feet.

Even after numerous nights spent confined in his office, shoulders almost, but never brushing one another as you pored over schemes for hours.

Even after repeatedly saving each other's necks and during the intimate silences that followed when the adrenaline wore off. Moments taut with charged tension, heaving breaths, and unspoken truths.

"I've got plans," you explained rather cryptically.

"Plans? Has someone else hired you for a job? I hope you don't forget that you belong to—"

"No, someone asked me out on a date."

Me, insisted the voice in his head, rich with desperation. You belong to me.

Kaz scoffed in disbelief. "A date? In Ketterdam?"

Fear clawed its way up his throat, determined to make itself known. It warred with another emotion he was too proud to name.

This... feeling was absurd. Sentimental. Kaz was no stranger to loss.

The seas granted Inej her freedom. A new chapter awaited Jesper and Wylan. Nina stumbled upon a second chance at love. Matthias found peace.

Yet, deep down, each farewell left him a little more empty than the last.

You were bound to Ketterdam only by virtue of being the Dreg's sole lieutenant. In truth, nothing else was preventing you from leaving.

Leaving him.

After promoting you, a tiny seed of guilt buried itself in his cold, wretched heart when he realized he held you back. That he never gave you the opportunity to pursue your dreams. Your position forced you to assume several roles, to fill in the shoes the others had given up.

But his greed outweighed his guilt and Kaz was a selfish man indeed.

The mere idea that someone could whisk you away from him brought forth a hateful bitterness from within.

"Where is the unfortunate fellow taking you?" he asked, keeping his voice deceptively calm.

You narrowed your eyes, ignoring the jibe. "It's a quaint little bar called 'none of your business.'"

Nothing more, nothing less. The phrase taunted him now. The green-eyed monster inside him rattled his ribcage ferociously, driving him to boast.

He curled his fingers around the desk's edge tightly. "Funny. I run the entirety of the Barrel, and I don't recall an establishment operating under that name."

"I'll have you know that he actually owns the place he's bringing me to," you snapped defensively.

Good, good. More information.

"And how long have you known each other?"

You shrugged. "A few weeks."

The answer relieved him somewhat. His possessiveness ebbs, its rhythm steady, before it swelled again, rising with the current of his emotions. One should always be more sure of everything. He'd learned that the hard way.

"And he's aware of who you truly are?" Kaz pressed on. "Of what you do?"

There were only a handful of possibilities. The person could have ulterior motives for approaching you. It wasn't unlikely, considering your power was only second to his.

Perhaps it was a spiteful soul he'd wronged, plotting to take advantage of you and get revenge on him.

On the other hand, there was also a chance that they weren't privy to your true identity. He couldn't blame anyone for wanting you but it was common knowledge whispered in the streets that Kaz Brekker was a man unwilling to share.

Anyone who didn't heed that advice and went against it anyway was just recklessly bold. Or stupid. The Barrel never seemed to run out of those.

This time, you broke away from his gaze. "It doesn't matter." You sniffed, feigning indifference.

The person didn't know then, he surmised. You probably met him during one of your undercover assignments, disguised and masquerading around with an alias.

Sensing his disapproval, you attempted to defend your date-to-be by adding, "He's kind. Sweet. Honest."

Everything he was not. The words, sharp as glass, ripped him apart. Crushed him with an overwhelming weight of sorrow.

"It seems naive of you to form an impression of him in such a short amount of time," he said through gritted teeth.

Pretending as if he didn't care should have been easy for him. Right now, all his years of experience in perfecting that charade were useless.

You rolled your eyes. "Not everyone is cynical and distrusting of the world like you. People can be good, Brekker."

And you deserved everything good and more. Better people could love you, he knew.

Someone who would not flinch every time you drew near. Someone who would freely kiss away your every fear.

Kaz had survived gunshots. Knife wounds. Sickness, nightmares, and grief. But the very thought of someone else soaking in your warmth was an ache he could not bear.

He felt the words scorching his tongue, his demons voicing them with unbridled cruelty. "There is a difference between being cautious and acting like a love-sick fool!"

Your eyes widened in shock, hardening in anger a second later; then they softened with disappointment, and all Kaz could see was the reflection of himself, a frenzied animal. A blown fuse. Inhumanely hollow.

He opened his mouth to speak, beg for your forgiveness, but you had already turned and walked away.

"I'll come back when you aren't hissing at me like a wet cat," you said, slamming the door behind you.

Kaz clenched his gloved hands into aching fists and hung his head, trying not to think of how jealous the idea of another man made him.

He wasn't too late. Dealing with his emotions was uncharted territory for him but scheming came as effortlessly as he breathed.

Kaz never lost a fight and he wasn't about to start now. Even if he needed to play dirty. His greed outweighed his guilt and he wasn't called Dirtyhands for nothing.

"Brekker!"

Kaz had just finished speaking with another gang member, Roeder, when he heard the heavy stomp of your footsteps, followed by the frustrated yell of his name. You appeared on the stairway landing soon after, rage thundering in your wake.

"You're dismissed." Kaz waved to Roeder. His eyes shifted to you momentarily and cast Kaz a wary glance. Not wanting to get caught in the crossfire, he scurried off, slipping past the both of you.

Kaz began to ascend the stairs, you trailing behind him. He could sense that you were shooting daggers at the back of his head, probably cursing him out silently.

"You're back early," he finally said once you entered his office. He circled back to the same place you'd left him hours earlier and sat in his chair. "How'd the date go?"

You stormed closer, wedging yourself between him and the desk, stopping him from hiding behind the pretense of work.

"You know exactly how it went," you snarled.

In spite of your anger, you remembered to maintain your distance. Not once have you commented on his aversion to skin-to-skin contact, though he was certain you harbored your own questions.

"I'm afraid I don't, darling." He raised his chin to hold your gaze, his expression carefully blank. A tailored mask. "I wasn't there."

"You had him taken by the Dregs." The hurt on your face was unmistakable, enough for Kaz to feel a tad remorseful.

It was hardly sufficient, though. Screw righteousness, old habits die hard. "Ah, I had no idea he was your date," he lied again.

"Bullshit."

"But, what I do know is that he laundered money from our coffers and forced children into building the same tavern you were just in."

Kaz went over records of the jobs you'd accomplished in the last two months. After connecting the dots, he successfully identified your date and paid Roeder to look into his background. It was pure luck that the man was a merchant who managed to con Kaz's old boss.

Pulling the strings for his capture was practically child's play. Not that he'd ever tell you that.

Your fury dissipated, replaced by defeat that slumped your shoulders. "You were right," you said quietly, avoiding his eye once more. "I'm sorry."

Kaz rose from his chair and stepped forward. Taken by surprise, you backed away instinctively, only to find yourself trapped by the desk now digging into your hip.

"Let me make it up to you," he spoke with an unfamiliar softness. It almost sounded wrong.

You furrowed your brows in confusion. "What?"

"I ruined your evening. I could have ordered the others to seize him after you finished dinner."

But I didn't want him to walk you home. Wrap his coat around your shoulders. Kiss you goodnight at the Slat's doorstep. Kaz would've probably loaded his pistol at the sight. Broken every limb that touched you with his cane.

You snorted. "Okay. Are you going to give me whatever we steal next? Increase my cut?"

"No, although we can discuss it another time. I'm inviting you out on a date."

You blinked once. Twice. Slowly, you said, "Brekker, you ask someone out when you like them."

His lips pulled into the slightest frown, mildly impatient. "I know."

"You don't like me."

"Whoever put that silly idea in your head?"

"You did. You don't like anyone."

"I may not be the best at showing it, but you know that there are exceptions to that rule," he argued. "Especially when it comes to you."

He continued to lean over you, ignoring the pressure of panic beating against the walls of his chest from the proximity.

"You called me an idiot," you countered. You refused to move a muscle, most likely out of consideration for him, but he closed the distance himself.

He dipped his head further. "Again, I never said that."

"Fine," you conceded, sounding fond. "You implied that I was an idiot."

"I'll be kinder from now on," he promised. "I can try to be sweet, if you give me time and chance to learn. And I'm being honest right now."

Nothing he could do would ever atone for his sins. But although he was renowned as the Bastard of the Barrel, he was prepared to do it right by you.

Hesitantly, you raised a hand. Every inch of his flesh wanted to turn itself inside out, but every bone in his body yearned for your touch.

A quivering sigh escaped his throat as you reached for his cheek, your fingers warm and gentle on his skin.

He braced himself for the familiar scent of death. The ocean. He willed himself to focus on the details that made your face. The line of your jaw to your ear. The slope of your nose. The curve of your lips, hanging onto them as if his life depended on it.

It did, in a way.

"Your answer?" he rasped, suppressing a shiver.

You dragged your thumb against his skin in a delicate but paralyzingly manner and whispered, "I accept."

He had never been held with such tenderness before. Your touch made him feel like he was somewhere else, far from the memories that haunted him.

Growing concerned, you attempted to withdraw your hand but Kaz grasped your wrist before you fully could. He steadied himself with your pulse, each beat, each hymn, anchoring him to the present.

He was here. With you. In his office. Nothing in the world could hurt him.

Eventually, he slid his own gloved hand so that your palms pressed together. Your lashes fluttered and you asked, "Is this really happening? Are we really going on a date?"

He hummed in affirmation. "And I'll do it properly."

Seriously, who in their right mind would bring you to that side of Ketterdam? He took the sealed envelope containing your dinner reservation from inside his coat and handed it to you.

"Thank you." Your mouth curved into a shy smile. "And for the record... you don't have to be anything else other than yourself."

"Ruthless, callous, and dishonest cheat?" His voice held a hint of insecurity, betraying his attempted nonchalance. It was a question hauled from the inner depths of his soul, the boy inside him who wondered if he could ever be worthy of love.

"You forgot insufferable," you teased, although your earnest gaze belied the lightness of your tone. He knew you could see right through him. "But, yes. Just you, Kaz. Nothing more. Nothing less."

At that moment, Kaz knew you would be his salvation and destruction. You could shatter his heart and every single piece would still cry out for your name.

He squeezed your hand. Soon, he'll make you, and everyone else in the Barrel, realize that he had no intentions of ever letting you go.

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