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No NSFW -I might write something a little spicy from time to time but I won't cross the line into the realm of smut, just not comfortable writing it

Even if a fandom is on my list if I don't know the character as well it may take a bit longer

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I may open requests to specific types of fics at a time: Oneshots and Headcanons. Rambles are me simply rambling so it's not really a request item.

You can request x reader or a ship

No romance requests with an age gap, (step-)siblings, (step-)parents, or cousins

-If you were to request say headcanons on a character or ship, it would go under the requests part of my master list, and the headcanons part

-My energy and motivation fluctuate constantly so there isn't a guarantee I get any request out in a timely manner

-If you want to request a fem!character x reader or a fem!character x fem!character ship in a romantic setting it will take longer. I'm not opposed to writing them but it will take me longer considering I'm not attracted to females

-I'm not caught up on Genshin's story quest and I refuse to quick start so I know nothing of any of the Natlan characters

BSD -Bungo Stray Dogs

Dazai:

-Relationship Headcanons

-Come here. Sit with me. - x Chuuya -Why are you awake? - x Chuuya -Pushing and Pulling. Home. - x Chuuya / Comic version -A Trick of the Eyes - x Chuuya / +Art -Together Forever - x Chuuya

-And if you can forgive, love will truly live , PART 2 - x Reader -Perhaps in another life. In another time - x Reader

Chuuya:

-Relationship Headcanons

-Come here. Sit with me. - x Dazai -Why are you awake? - x Dazai -Pushing and Pulling. Home. - x Dazai / Comic version -A Trick of the Eyes - x Dazai / +Art -Together Forever - x Dazai

Fyodor:

-Relationship Headcanons

Requests:

Rambles:

-I'm procrastinating

Alternate Universe:

-Mordred's Lullaby

Oneshot -Diluc needs a hug

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Ships: Diluc x reader

TW: ooc? ; borderline panic attack? ; nightmares

He was too slow, just like last time. He couldn’t save you. Must he lose everyone he cherished? Must he always be too slow or weak to save the ones he loved? Did Celestia hate him so? 

He cradled you in his arms, your body was cold, much too cold. He couldn’t stop the tears or sobs that escaped, unrelenting. 

Diluc jolted awake, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His breaths are short and heavy. Next to him in bed -where you should be- is much too cold. He panicked thinking his nightmare might actually be his reality until he heard the click of the bedroom door opening. There you stood with a cup of tea in your hand. 

“Diluc, are you alright?”   

Tears brimmed his eyes, threating to fall as he looked at you. Closing the door you quickly walked over to him, placing your tea on the nightstand next the bed. When you sat yourself on the bed, Diluc’s arms were immediately around you holding you so close as if you’d disappear into thin air if he didn’t, and to him and his still panic stricken mind, that was a very possible outcome. 

“Do you want to talk about it, love?” You spoke lovingly, voice barely above a whisper.    

His response was a simple shake of his head, opting to instead pull you closer to him. 

“There’s still some tea left, I could go get you a cup if you’d like?” You whispered fondly.   

His response was a simple “Just hold me please.” His voice wavered slightly as he tried to will himself not to cry. 

You pulled him impossibly closer, his head in the crook of your neck, and as you whispered sweet nothings into his ear, the dam finally broke and his tears fell. His body shook with silent sobs as his tears stained your shirt --but you couldn’t care less about your shirt, your mind was only set on calming Diluc. 

“Please... Please d-don’t leave me.” His voice broke through the silence. 

“I’d never dream of leaving you, my love.” You cooed at him as you shifted yourself and Diluc into a more comfortable position. As his tears slowly came to a stop, so did his rapid breaths as they evened back out in the comfort of your embrace. He eventually fell asleep, not long after by you, falling asleep to a pleasant dream with Diluc in your arms --the tea by the bed long forgotten.  

Thinking of these two panels, but...

You were also with them when Fyodor died and you just so happened to be anemic too. So when Chuuya said those words, you gave him an appalled expression. A hand over your heart as your face morphed into one of shock.

"Chuuya! How dare you! I'm literally right here!"

Chuuya blanked for a second before it dawned, "I meant the other anemic son of a bitch!"

"So what?! Am I anemic son of a bitch #1 or #2?!"

"Why does that matter?!"

"Because I need to know how important I am to you!"

"For fucks sake, fine! Your anemic son of a bitch #1!"

"Am I your anemic son of a bitch #1?!"

"Yes, you're my anemic son of a bitch #1," he said with exasperation. Honestly, the things you make him do and say sometimes.

All the while, Dazai was standing off to the side. A blank look on his face as he wondered how you two ever got together...

Why are you awake?

Fandom: BSD -Bungo Stray Dogs

Ship: Soukoku - Dazai x Chuuya

Prompt:“Why are you awake?” “I could ask you the same thing.” 

TW: mentions of self-harm, suicidal thoughts/idealization, vague mentions of an eating disorder but not specified, self-deprecating thoughts  

A/N: Also posted on my ao3, you can find the link on my master list

After being together for a few months and going on cheesy expensive dates, at the expense of Chuuya’s wallet, Dazai moved in with Chuuya. And slowly, with Chuuya’s help, Dazai was getting better. He still slacked off at the office, primarily just to annoy Kunikida, but he was getting more sleep and Chuuya did his best to get Dazai to eat at least three times a day even if it was small; something was better than nothing, as Chuuya had put it. 

That doesn’t mean it always worked out, of course. There were still days when Dazai struggled to eat anything at all. And there were nights like tonight where, even within the comforting warmth of Chuuya’s arms, Dazai couldn’t seem to fall asleep. 

His thoughts were a little too loud tonight, it seemed. Normally, there would have been signs the previous days; signs of Dazai slipping back towards the darkness. However, this time, it seemed to come onto him suddenly, and worst of all, after Chuuya had already slipped into unconsciousness. And though Chuuya hadn’t said anything of work being tiring, Dazai could tell it had been tough. Nothing Chuuya couldn’t handle... but it certainly left him more exhausted than usual. 

Dazai would… feel bad, if he woke him up now. Chuuya did so much for him. He cooked for him, he made sure Dazai was showering, and even if Dazai couldn’t get himself to shower, Chuuya would take a bath with him to compromise. When Dazai felt disgusted by his own body, Chuuya was there to kiss every single inch of his body with affirmations pressed into his skin.  

And Dazai did what? What did he ever do for Chuuya? Nothing. All he ever did was burden Chuuya with all his emotional crap. 

So, no. No, he wasn’t going to wake up Chuuya for something he should be able to handle by himself. He had handled it for the four years he was gone, he could do it again. Although, handle was probably the wrong word. He handled it by ignoring it. He handled it with his… self destructive habits… 

He wouldn’t. He couldn’t ruin all of Chuuya’s hard work. Chuuya had kept him from harming himself since they got together almost a year ago now. 

Chuuya would surely be mad if he ruined it now. 

Dazai slipped himself out of Chuuya’s grasp and out of the covers of their bed. With silent steps, he made his way over to the balcony, swiftly opening the sliding door before closing it behind himself.  

He hissed as his bare feet hit the freezing ground of the balcony deck. It was the middle of the night, probably sometime around 2 or 3 in the morning by now, if Dazai had to guess. The autumn air was crisp and beginning to grow colder as the end of the year creeped up on them.  

Dazai breathed out softly, watching it fog up in the temperature difference. 

He leaned against the railing, watching the city lights of Yokohama at night below him. Every so often, a car would pass below and his eyes would subconsciously follow it into the distance.  

This did nothing to stop his racing mind, but made him far colder than he was before. He was tempted to retreat back into the comfort of Chuuya’s arms, but something kept him from doing so. 

He looked down. 

It was far. 

No human could possibly survive a fall that far. 

Chuuya could. 

Dazai couldn’t. 

His fingers twitched where they were on the railing. His hand closed around the railing. 

No. 

His hand shook, clasped around the freezing metal. 

His mind drowned out the sound of the city around him. 

His thoughts were screaming in his mind.  

It was loud, a cacophony of sounds. Thoughts. 

“Why are you awake?” 

Dazai’s eyes widen. His hand gripping even tighter around the metal. His body betrayed no other signs of his shock. He didn’t turn around. 

“I could ask you the same thing.” 

“The bed grew cold without a certain clingy mackerel occupying the other side.” 

A soft sigh sounded behind him before warm hands found their way around his waist. 

“Couldn’t sleep?” 

“Yeah.” 

“If you’re not up to talk right now, that’s fine, but lets go back inside.” Chuuya spoke, his words pressed into Dazai’s back as a kiss accompanied them. “You’re shivering.” 

Was he? He hadn’t even noticed. 

He unclasped his hand from the freezing metal. 

Chuuya let his hands fall to his side and already Dazai missed their warmth. 

Dazai silently followed Chuuya inside. He slipped back under the covers, letting Chuuya close the door before joining him. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” 

Dazai shifted closer to Chuuya, letting his head rest against Chuuya’s chest. He listened to Chuuya’s heartbeat for a moment as Chuuya’s arms wrapped around his waist.  

Dazai’s voice was quiet as he spoke into Chuuya’s chest. “Tomorrow?” 

He could feel the soft sigh that left Chuuya. “Tomorrow.” 

A hand left Dazai’s waist from under the covers to run though his hair. Dazai let out a soft, content, sigh at the fingers in his hair. 

“Try and get some sleep for me, ‘kay princess?” 

Dazai felt his cheeks heat up at the pet name, burying his face further into Chuuya’s chest in response. 

“I love you.” 

“Love you too, princess.” 

Dazai is a princess who loves to be spoiled rotten and no one can change my mind, and of course, who better than Chuuya to fulfill his need to be taken care of?

I'm going to ignore the fact that me writing Dazai being taken care of is just me coping 🙃

Wip and lazy to finish it

retired harbinger!capitano x florist!reader

capitano runs into you by chance. it's a cold day in snezhnaya, as it usually was. the snow fell slowly, the sun was hidden behind grayish-white clouds, and the soles of his winter boots crunched hard into the ground. he expected nothing from the day nor from the people he would run into.

until he saw you.

"sir! sir!"

you were out of breath when you had caught up to him, your breath heaving heavily as you took a hold of his sleeve.

"what is it?"

he didn't try to hide his disdain or the fact that you were bothering him, but that didn't deter you. not in the slightest.

and you smiled at him. breathless and bright-eyed before raising your other hand, in it was a flower.

"for you, sir. i hope you have a wonderful day!"

you were a florist. your little shop being something he casually passed by without a second glance.

he took the flower you offered to him, and bid you farewell, but this time with a softer tone than before.

and as you ran off back to the front of your shop to get more flowers for each passerby, he decided that maybe he would walk down this road again tomorrow.

⭐️Senior year sucks⭐️

Henry Bowers x FEM! Reader

Chapter summery: you beat Henry’s ass then deal with some complicated issues when you are woken up late at night to someone in your yard.

Word count: 3,284

Estimated read time: 15 min.

A/N please refresh yourself on the story trigger list in chapter one before reading. Thank you.

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Chapter 5

I’ll fucking make you wish

“¡Ayee chiChita! Are you okay?(shorty)” he puts the food on the table and runs to kneel in front of you. “Who the fuck hit you?” You could see he was fuming. But you couldn’t speak. You hadn’t felt this helpless since you were back home with your parents. All possible words caught in your throat as you leaned forward into him and began to sob.

You sat there crying in his arms for god knows how long. Before you knew it you had cried yourself to sleep in his arms. He knew who gave you the black eye. He just didn’t want to do anything just yet. He picked you up and gently got the attention of killer who was whimpering in the back room. What the fuck happened here? He put you and killer in the truck

along with the food and locked up the store for the day. He drove you home and carried you up the stairs.

Checking his watch he saw that school wasn’t out for another 20 minutes. He left killer with you and walked off the property, back down the dirt road to the Bowers ranch. He saw that Butch’s cruiser wasn’t there but that little shitbrick Henry was. Henry was walking over to the farm with no one else in sight. Kevin hopped the gate and hauled ass to Henry before grabbing him by the shirt roughly and turning him around. Kevin could swear on his life that he saw fear in Henry’s eyes before Henry’s face flattened at seeing Kevin.

“What do you want?” Henry spit.

Kevin smacked Henry across the face. Hard. Before taking the front of Henry’s shirt and lifting him up.

“Listen here you little shit.” Kevin’s said calmly. “If you ever fucking come into my store and hit my sister again I’ll fucking kill you. I’ll beat you worse then you have ever experienced. I’ll make you fucking wish for your fathers hand. I will kill you and mount your head on a fucking stake. Do you understand me?”

Henry stays silent and nods. No doubt still feeling the sting of being hit. Kevin nods back and puts Henry down before walking back over to the fence and hopping it again. He takes a nice easy walk home. Like it never happened.

Meanwhile Henry was in his head. He doesn't know what it is about you he finds so interesting. What is it that pulls him in? You make him so indescribably angry by doing nothing. He was so fascinated by you but holy fuck did he want to punch you Everytime you spoke. No one he’d ever fucked with had hit him and then came back to see if he was ok. He needed to know more. He wanted to know about the kind tattooed girl. He was gonna know about you. Whether you liked it or not.

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You woke up the next morning confused. You face hurt and you felt dehydrated. Like a wave of realization, it all hit you. God, what an awful day. You turn to your alarm clock to find a little note written by kevin.

“Called you outta school today. Try to relax, here’s some cash, have a good day <3

You smiled at the handwriting of the note. It almost looks frantic. You decided to get dressed and go outside. If Henry was gonna ruin your life here why not explore a little before. Killer is laid peacefully asleep on your bed. Poor thing must have been so stressed yesterday.

You get up gently and go to the closet. You pick out a white summer dress and some fleece lined beige stockings. You pair that with a pink sweater cardigan. You slip into some sneakers and grab your messenger bag, phone, cash and keys, you sneak past killer to nlet him sleep and make your way out to the shed to retrieve your bike. Putting all of your belongings into the basket you lock up the property and head on your way. Your venture into town is long and peaceful. The wind smelled fresh. You never got air like this back home…

Home.

That wasn’t home. This is home.

You make your way into town and stop by a store. People gave you real funny looks about your eye. But you only ever greeted them with a smile. With some of the cash you had, you bought dog treats and 2 toys for killer. Along with ordering a custom tag for him. You drop the toys and treats In the basket and continue down your journey. You had just hit the red bridge. You don’t wanna go near the store today. You don’t know who's there and Kevin might be upset you came to work. Instead you rode down into the wooded area surrounding the red bridge. You found a small little water bank surrounded by smooth rocks and trees. You decided here would be a good place to relax. You parked yourself on the rocky area beside the crystal clear water. You put on some headphones and turned on music. You laid there in the shade for what could have been hours. You weren’t sure.

After a bit you heard some people. Sitting up and looking to the source of the sound. To your surprise, it was the losers. They notice you on the rocks and run over to you.

“Hey y’all!” You shout with a wave. “What’re y’all doin out? Isn’t school still in?” You question.

“It’s lunch and we wanted to hang out here since it isn’t too far from the school” Mike answers. You liked Mike he was smart. Kind. You liked all the losers. They treated you like a human.

“What happened to your eye?” Eddie asked skeptically.

“Had a run in with the corner of a shelf while I was working. My dog tripped me. No big deal.” You could tell that Billie, Beverly and Mike didn’t believe you, but everyone else took your lie, no problem.

“What is this place?” You finally ask.

“I-I-it’s the b-b-barrens. We hang out here somet-t-t-times.”

Interesting.

The group of you sit around for a minute and talk about life. It was peaceful. That was. Until you heard Henry and his goons, coming your way.

“Scatter!” Eddie whisper yells and all of you run in different directions. You run the same way as Beverly. She takes a hold of your hand as you both run through the woods in the direction of the school. As you and Beverly run Henry Bowers jumps out in front of you. You and Beverly jump from surprise and fear. You position her a little behind you and glower at Henry. He’s alone. You won’t let him hurt your friend.

“Nice shiner” he points to his own eye. “How’d you get it?” He mocks.

“None of your fucking BUISNESS” you grit your teeth on the last word. He knew how you got it. The fucker gave it to you. But on your life, no one else would know.

He stands and looks between you and Beverly for a Moment before running at you.

“BEVERLY RUN!” You yell and push her as you dodge Henry.

Beverly takes off in the direction of the road and you focus back on Henry, who’s staring at you like an animal. You both watch each other like the other one will kill you at any time. You weren’t gonna fucking sit and play obedient to this crazy fuck.

“You know,” Henry speaks. “That dirty old fucker came over yesterday. Yeah. He told me all about how he and you are-“ he reaches down and grabs his crotch through his pants. “Shaking the sheets. Every-“ a thrust of his hips. “Night.”

You laugh in his face. “Are you fuckin’ slow kid? Was it all those years of hick inbreeding or do you really just that stupid?” you laugh at him. You can tell you struck just the right nerve.

“FUCK YOU” he yells and lunges at you.

“¡CHINGA TU MADRE!” ( fuck your nother) you yell back at him as he knocks you over and pins you to the rocks. You knee him in the stomach hard enough to make him wheeze and flip over so you are on top of him. He loosens his hands from your pin and punches you in the sternum so you pick up a handful of dirt and toss it in his face, effectively blinding him. He headbuts you so hard you become momentarily dizzy. He flips you over again and takes you by your shoulders, pinning you to the rocks. He picks up the closest rock and positions his arm, ready to hit you. At this you kick him as hard as you can in the balls and once again flip on top of him. He’s so focused on the pain in his balls that you don’t even need to pin him as you punch him in the chest 5 or 6 times. Before you get off him you flip him over and shove his face into the water that, just a few moments ago, was so beautiful, clear, and still. You jump off him and get your things you dropped before running the same way Beverly did. You can hear him hacking and choking on the water as you run. You meet her at the bridge and all the others come running.

Ben tells you that his friends are still hot on their tail and you tell them to follow you. As fast as all of you could. You run to the center of town. They can fuck with you all they want. But they wouldn’t dare in broad daylight. Not with the cops patrolling the square like they were.

“Fuck” Eddie gasps. “What about our bikes?”

“Don’t worry, they were too worried about finding us to take our shit.” You try to calm him.

“What do we do?” Ben worries. “The school bell rings in 15 minutes, my mom will kill me if she gets a call saying I ditched 4th period.” He whines.

God you really don’t wanna do this. But they all look so worried and you don’t want them to get in trouble with their parents….fuck.

You pull out your phone and dial Kevin. He picks up on the first ring. “Wussup!” He yells goofily over the phone. “I was just about to call to-“ you cut him off.

“No time, Kevy, I need your help. My friends were having lunch while I was in town and they were attacked. We are at the town square. Please help us out.” You beg. The other side of the line goes quiet for a bit. Just as you were about to start begging you hear a shout from the other line.

“Everyone out, we are closed! Come back in 2 hours for a discount! Family emergency! I’ll be there in 3.” With that he hangs up. The members of the group stare at you before hugging you in thanks.

Just as he said he was there in 3 minutes with his truck. You all piled into the tailgate and Kenny rushed off to the school. Kenny may have broken some minor traffic laws but he got your friends there with 3 minutes to spare.

“Don’t y’all worry about the bikes. I’ll take care of it” you smiled again and waved to your friends as you got into the passenger side seat. You knew Kevin wanted to ask questions but he knew you wouldn’t give him the answers he wanted. You direct him back to the bridge and the pair of you hop out and scale down the steep hill of trees and leaves retrieving a bike each then going back down again 4 times until everyone’s bike is in the tailgate of the truck. That took like an hour. It was exhausting. Your white dress was covered in mud from the fight with Henry. What the fuck was that dudes problem? He’s gotta be majorly fucked in the head.

You and Kevin drove back to the school and put all the bikes except yours in the hidden bike rack. You texted Bev where they were with a photo and Kevin drove you home. He dropped you off and made you promise to keep killer by you for the rest of the day. You agreed. You went upstairs and stripped of all your nasty ass clothes before putting on a huge shirt and some shorts. You flopped down on the couch with some snacks and watched shitty cable for a few hours before you got a call from Beverly.

“Whassup?” you mumbled through a mouth full of chips.

“The boys wanted to say thanks for getting back the bikes. We all really appreciate it.”

“No problem. Did anything happen after you got back?”

“Not really? Henry and his goons didn’t come back to school for the day so we just assumed they ditched.” You could hear her shrug.

Interesting.

You could only imagine where they had gone. Nir that it was any of your business.

“I didn’t have time to check. Is everyone ok?” You ask.

“For the most part. We think they followed us from the school when lunch got out. Eddie had a panic attack because he wasn’t allowed to wash the mud off himself. Stanley and Ben have been jumpy all day, and Mike has a fractured wrist from Vic grabbing him.”

“Vic?”

“The skinny blonde one. The fat one who always wears a hat is Belch, and the tall one with long hair was Patrick.”

“Oh. Who the fuck names their kid Belch?” You say, thinking out loud.

Beverly giggles. “His real name is Reginald but everyone calls him belch because he… well, belches” she laughs.

You give a nose laugh and thank her for letting you know everyone was okay. The 2 of you hung up, and within minutes of the call ending Kevin came in with a little bag from the pharmacy. Tossing the bag to you he wanders over to his room and flops on the bed. You walk to the doorway and look at him.

“Ya want any food?” You gingerly ask.

“No thanks I just need to fuckin sleep.” He mumbles.

“Roger. Love you man, sleep tight” you holler behind you as you shut the door to his room. You walk upstairs with killer and empty the pharmacy bag onto the bed. Oh hell yeah. He got you a new tube of Arnica bruise cream because yours was half out, as well as some Bactine, cotton pads and bandages. Everything you needed to clean yourself up. You take the Arnica and rub it onto your black eye and the bruises on your arms and sternum. Then you spray the little cuts you have with bactine, then let them dry out. The cuts were so small you didn’t really need bandages. You lift the back of your giant shirt up to your shoulders to see if you had any bruises back there.

You didn’t.

Looking at your back in the mirror, you looked at your scars. Every scar your parents could inflict on you never faded. You run your finger across a particularly long scar and cringe. It was fully healed and didn’t hurt. But Every Time you touch it you remember how bad it did hurt.

You pull your shirt back down and get into bed. As you settle in you look at the clock. 8:00pm. The perfect time. To get the rest you needed to go back tomorrow. You snuggle up to killer and let yourself be gently lulled to slumber.

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You are woken up by the sound of killer growling at something making noise outside. You groan and look to the clock.

10:49 pm.

Not too late but sure as fuck not when you wanted to wake up. You get out of bed and put on your fluffy robe to go out to the balcony and check out the noise. You tell killer to calm down, and as usual he does but he continues to stare outside. You shut the balcony door behind you and just try to listen. In the distance you hear someone, a man, screaming his head off, he’s yellin and someone.

“Some crazy ole man is drunk and wakin up my dog for nothin.” You mumble to no one.

As you turn to head back inside you see something from the corner of your eye run across part of the property yard and into the farm shed.

Well shit. You slip on your shoes and ready yourself with a bat and a flashlight. You tell killer to stay and then you sneak out the front door. What the fuck were you doing? This is fucking scary! Anything could be in that shed and you’re fuckin “checkin it out”? This is how every hot white girl dies in the movies.

You try to calm your thoughts as you sprint to the shed.

Holy fuck it’s freezing out here. You sneak up to the shed and hide your flashlight against the skin of your tummy while you mentally countdown to opening the door. Bat in hand you count.

1

2

3

Boom! You swing the door open and point the light and bar at the inside of the shed. But no animal comes running out.

In the corner you see a boy. A boy in a familiar red sleeveless tee you saw earlier today.

“Holy shit. Henry?” He looks up at you with anger.

“Get the fuck away from me you fucking freak!” He screams at you.

You drop the bat and rush to his side with the flash light. “Are you okay?” You begin to scan him. His elbow goes into the side of your face as you try to look at him. The force of it sends you back. Hitting your back and head on the wall.

“Ah fuck.” You spit blood onto the floor of the shed before getting closer to him once more. As you approach him again he begins trying to hit you with both arms. His arms are flailing and hitting you so hard it’s difficult to think. Eventually you are able to get his arms and look at him,

“Fuck! Henry! Stop it!” You yell at him. “Let me make sure you’re okay. Then you can beat my ass all you want” you say in an unamused and seriously annoyed tone.

He calms down a little. You pick up the light he knocked out of your hands and you shine it on him. His face is bleeding and he has some serious bruises on his upper arms. A cut goes from his exposed shoulder into the back of his top. He has a small circular burn on the side of his neck almost covered by his hair. He’s shaking. You can’t tell if that’s because he’s cold or whoever just beat the tar outta him. You take off your fluffy robe and put it around his shoulders. His eyes move from the ground to you. He looks fucking pissed. Not that you care. He can be mad at you when you are done cleaning him up.

You stand up and reach out a hand for him.

“Yeah” he scoffs “like I’m fucking going with you.” He looks at the ground.

You huff. “It’s either you come with me to get cleaned up or I call the cops”

His head shoots to your directionz his eyes wide with fear. He quickly stands up and looks to the door as a sign he’s choosing to go with you. You wouldn’t have actually called the cops. You don’t really like cops. You just needed him up. You gently take his hand and lead him to the house. He doesn't exactly seem to enjoy your hand on his wrist given his frigid state. But he lets you drag him anyway.

Dazai pissed Chuuya off again (the little girl's name is Yūko if anyone wants to know <3)