I started writing for tumblr again and I gotta say, you're one of my biggest inspirations
I haven't read your works as much recently cause I fell out of the bsd fandom a little, but from what I've read in the past, you're super fuckin talented
And you're also such a kind hearted, sweet person? Honestly you're the main reason why I wish my readers well at the end of each post
May this year bring you the best things it can, you absolute fuckin blessing
- uwu -
This means so much to me, you have no idea…
Your sweet messages and wholesome asks have kept me happy ever since I joined Tumblr…
I remember being new on here, and when I decided to start posting stories… It was just a side hobby, one I never expected to be liked by others.. And you were the first person to have told me that you liked my works.. You were my first anon and the main reason why I continued doing what I did.. You gave me the confidence that people appreciated my works, and you never failed to make me smile with your super kind and nice words.. We’re friends now, and I’m so glad we met on here, coz ur one of my most favorite people on this floating rock, n idk how drab my life would’ve been without your sunshine in it
If anything, you’re the blessing that I’m so, so grateful for… You’re super fucking awesome, and amazing, and so fucking beautiful, both on the inside and outside!
Do uk how hard it is for some ppl to make others feel good about themselves? Ur so kind, u can make anyone feel so good about themselves without even trying. Complimenting sm1 is a talent, one that very few possess, and you, my sweet bun, are one of those rare few gems. You are truly an amazing human being, and I love you so much<3
Thank you for existing, and thank you so much for being in my life.. I really appreciate and value our chats, on here and on ig, and I really value you<3
Its so amazing yet confusing to come across posts from fandoms that im not in… like, id get a random post on my dash coz i follow some common tag, and its a fanfic about sm character from this anime/show/game i havent watched/played.. and its so well written (yeah, i read them even tho i dont know em), but some terms are so confusing, like who?? What?? Wait so y/n is in love with two people? Oh, no those two people are the same body but two souls… sukuna and yuuji much?? Oh wait they’re completely unlike yuuji n sukuna.. kay, makes sense!
But it doesnt…
u get what i mean?
#am i being weird or do yall agree #especially with genshin impact #i have never played it #dunno whats going on #but i read the suggested posts smtimes #and i am astounded by how amazing some writers are on here #but while im admiring their skills #im also like #?? #shadyteacup#shady☕#teacup rants #more like teacup wonders #lmao #nobody asked for this #but ur getting it anyway lol
hi minnie congrats on 700+ followers!! 🥳 may i request barista akutagawa + you leaving your number on a napkin? thank you and i hope you have a wonderful day! <3
Hiya! Thank you!<3<3
Here’s your order~
Akutagawa Ryu x gn! Reader
Warmth flooded your system as you sipped your hot chocolate in peace. You had always loved exploring tiny coffee establishments, and the rain outside was the perfect excuse to hurry into a cute cafe at the end of the road. The hot chocolate was calming, but you had your eye on the blueberry cheesecake displayed on the glass shelf. Your day had been hectic so far. You had been constantly on your feet, running around town to get things done. The sudden patter of a single raindrop on your nose was the first indication of a raging storm to come. It didn’t take a genius to predict the change in weather; a casual look towards the skies and the ominous dark coat of clouds had you running to find shelter before the inevitable occurred. It was a lovely break, one that you could enjoy guilt-free, as the will of the heavens wasn’t in your control.
Besides, you had an eye out for the quiet barista who made your drink. He had taken your order earlier and had barely spoken two words.
‘Your order?’, he had rasped out a bit disgruntled, a result of not speaking for quite a while.
He hadn’t said a word afterward, silently accepting your money and handing you the change, before turning to get to work.
That could only mean one of two things:
a. He didn’t like you.
b. He wasn’t talkative.
You hoped it was the latter, for you had grown fond of him during the short time you had been here. He was rather clumsy for a barista, constantly bumping into corners and dropping spoons. It was an adorable sight. He had a menacing aura around him, but you wondered if he was even aware of it. It was a big misconception that arises due to his introvertish nature. And the constant scowl present on his pale face.
You found the way he tucked his side bangs behind his ear charming; the icy tips giving him a goth look. The way he jumped slightly when he heard a customer approach him suddenly, or how he hid his face behind his bangs, only to realize that they were coming in his way and irritating him, blocking his view; you found it all very cute. You found yourself looking towards the silent man once again, and quickly averted your eyes to the window to your side. You didn’t want to appear weird and had to get your wandering eyes in check.
The rain seemed to have a mind of its own as it twirled, dashed, and giggled along with the winds, getting unsuspecting passersby wet. When one felt he was safe beneath a sturdy covering, the rain changed its angle and greeted him with a grin. How truly naughty.
You were brought out of your personifications by a grunt next to you. You jumped slightly at the sudden intrusion but quickly gathered yourself upon meeting dark grey eyes framed by ebony locks.
“You scared me!”, you exclaimed, placing a hand on your frantic heart. Although, you weren’t sure why it was beating so fast. Was it really the sudden noise, or was it the sudden closeness of the boy you were daydreaming about?
The barista, whom you knew was called Akutagawa, thanks to the name pin on his apron, averted his eyes from your wide ones, and mumbled a quick, “Sorry.”
You shook your hands frantically, “No, please don’t apologize! I should have been more aware of my surroundings!”
Akutagawa looked down at his hands, an unsure aura surrounding him.
You followed his gaze and noticed a desert plate in his hands. It held a slice of the blueberry cheesecake that you had wanted to have.
“Oh, I didn’t order that.”, you explained. You felt stupid for staring at the cake. It must have led him to believe that you had ordered it and were waiting for it.
To your surprise, the man looked away as a faint blush crept up his ears.
“It’s on the house.”
You blinked at him and tried desperately to hide your raging blush behind your hands.
He quickly placed the dessert on the table and dashed out of your vicinity, back to the safety of the counter.
You, on the other hand, were blushing and grinning like an idiot on Christmas. The red on your face could have you mistaken for Santa’s coat, and you were too giddy to notice how stupid you must have looked.
It’s not every day that a handsome barista gives you cake, and blushes while he does so.
You hum happily as you bite into the sweet dessert, and notice the rain dull down to a silent patter. The sun had begun shining through the dark clouds, a symbol of your happiness.
Meanwhile, Akutagawa was mentally cursing himself for blushing near you, the pretty customer who he had liked the moment they had walked through the doors of the cafe. He had noticed how you were eyeing the cake and thought it to be the best opportunity to let you know he liked you. He wasn’t big on words, but he did know the importance of gestures. This was his way of making a tiny gesture.
He didn’t know if you liked him back, but he thought it was worth a try. He had noticed you looking his way a couple of times but was unsure of the reason.
Did you not like the way he made the hot chocolate and were giving him looks of loathing? Or did you find his face funny?
A tiny voice in his heart suggested that maybe your constant stares were a result of something nice, and not out of loathing or hatred. Maybe, you were looking at him because you liked him back.
So he took a chance.
But your reaction just now was confusing to him. He didn’t know whether you liked it.
His mind was overflowing with self-doubt when he noticed you get up from your seat and make your way towards him. He gulped nervously and refused to meet your gaze as you stood in front of him. If only he had looked up, he would have seen the most charming smile on your face.
“Thank you for the cake, by the way.”, you said, resulting in Akutagawa looking up at you with relief all over his features.
“This,”, you handed him a napkin, “is my way of paying you back for your kindness.”
Akutagawa held onto the napkin and watched you walk out the door, an umbrella in your hand.
He opened the folded napkin, to see a phone number written on it. He neatly folded it back and secured it in his jeans pocket, safely tucking away the most important piece of paper in the whole world.
reblog and put in the tags your thoughts on immortality
#easy #i want it #as long as i remain young and dont become this old wrinkly thing thats like 500 years old #nah #i wanna be that gorgeous immortal princess/angel/hottie who stopped growing at 22 #and is living her life bossing through centuries and having fun #BUT #knowing me and my overthinking mind #i might grow bored of it once i have it all #and then i might kill myself #:)
Normalize taking care of men. Normalize holding and kissing them when they’re sad and just because. Normalize doing nice things for them. Normalize genuinely listening to them when they’re upset. Normalize complimenting them and telling them you love and appreciate them. Normalize taking care of your man the same way you would want him to take care of you.
no. lol. normalize not babying men. normalize men going to therapy instead of treating the women in their lives as emotional dumping grounds. normalize men practicing self-care and not relying on women to give them comfort. normalize setting boundaries with men and not caring when they don’t like it. stop acting as though women aren’t expected to do all of the things you posted & aren’t called cold, selfish bitches when we don’t.
#well #this opened my eyes #i was just like op before i saw this post #but damn #grey do be right
Exhaustion weighed down your eyes as you took in a deep breath. Fresh morning air filled your lungs, and chilled your bare arms, causing a litter of goosebumps on your skin. A subtle ray of light tickled your closed eyes, but you refused to open them just yet.
On your right, you felt a fluffy mop of hair nuzzle closer to you, trying to find some warmth in your loving form.
You smiled. This was the best way to start the year. By your lover’s side.
“Happy new year, love.”, you rasped out, finally gathering enough courage to open your sleepy eyes and desperately finding the brown orbs you were directing your statement to.
Dazai looked up from your shoulder, where he was comfortably hiding away from the cold, and gave you a breathtaking smile.
“Happy new year, cupcake.”
You looked at him with all the love you felt for him. You were so grateful to have him by your side. He was your everything, and you thanked the heavens and everything above it for keeping you both together.
Dazai was never one to commit easily. Yet, he was drawn to you. And through all his emotional ups and downs, you stayed. You remained by his side, seeing through his distant facade and fake attempts to push you away. You could easily read his mind. He was afraid of commitment and true, raw emotions, and you understood that and waited patiently for him to accept his feelings. He respected you for being so kind, loving, and understanding. He loved you so much, it scared him. But he wasn’t going to run away now. He knew the one thing that he valued the most was right here, lying next to him, and he wasn’t going to leave your side even if his life depended on it.
He understood the look on your face right now. The pure love portrayed on your gentle features rattled his heart. In a good way. The weight of being loved by someone so genuinely shocks him to this day. He could never get used to the way you look at him with pure adoration and care. But what he didn’t know, was that he was looking at you in the very same manner. With so much love and care, and thankfulness, that your heart melted. It was amazing how you both didn’t need words to describe your love for one another. You both just knew.
Dazai traced your cheek with two of his fingers, awe glittering in his eyes at how soft you were. He took you in; all of you, in that very moment. If he were to click a picture right now, or if he were to capture this very moment in a painting, he was sure you would look like an angel to anybody who saw it.
An angel; his angel. His savior.
“What are you thinking about?”, you asked, leaning into his touch.
“You.”, he replied simply, not wasting his breath describing everything he felt. For if he did, he would run out of words, time and breath, for he couldn’t describe how he was feeling for you. No language was vast enough to express how he felt for you.
You giggled and pulled him in for a light kiss, yelping when he suddenly flipped you over, straddling you over his waist.
“Osamu!”, you giggled, a blush blooming from your neck to your cheeks.
Dazai grinned cheekily, remembering last night.
“Let’s recreate last night, my daisy.”
He suggested, chuckling at how shy you suddenly became.
“Oh, darling, you act as if we have never done anything sinful in our lives.”, he teased, grinning at how you hid your face behind your hands.
“Besides,”, he began, “I like it when you take care of me.”
He hummed, remembering how sweet you were to him last night; demanding, controlling, but loving.
He liked being taken care of by you. The way you seized the moment and controlled his pleasure, making him desperate for it, but at the same time making his stomach drop with dread; it was all too intoxicating.
“That… I don’t know what happened to me last night.. I… hope you liked it..”, you mumbled, still too shy to admit to such acts.
“Did I hurt you?”, you asked timidly, afraid of his reply.
Dazai chuckled and kissed your fingers gently, rubbing his thumb over your palm to soothe you.
“No, love. You made me feel whole.”
You smiled at him, relieved.
“I’m afraid we need to get going, Bella, for I have made plans for us.”
He said suddenly, making you tilt your head in confusion.
“Yes, plans for the first day of this year. It must be special!”
He flipped you over, swapping your positions.
“And the day begins with me taking care of you. And we only have three hours for that, then we need to head over for breakfast at 9, I’ve booked this amazing place for us! Then-”
“Whoa, slow down!”, you exclaimed, trying to make sense of his ramblings.
Your eyes widened when you understood what he meant.
Dazai chuckled darkly, last clouding his eyes as he stared down at you.
“You’re going to have so much fun, my love. Just you wait and watch.”
A shiver ran down your spine as a ball of dread dropped down in your stomach, but a desperate desire clouded your judgment.
I'm thankful for getting to know you this year; you're one of the greatest people I've ever met and I hope you're alright!
- uwu -
Merry Christmas and Happy holidays! Your msgs and our interactions have truly been few of the happiest moments this year… every time I’d read ur msg, I’d smile… I’m so grateful to have met u on here♡♡♡
hi..! um- i just wanted to say that i think your um.. blog? is very pretty and aesthetic..! i’m sorry i don’t use tumblr.. but i just had a nightmare, and one of your fanfics were really comforting, i love your writing, it’s so amazing- i’m so sorry if this bothers you..! have a nice day..!(*´︶`*)
IM SO GLAD I COULD HELP U IN SOME WAY♡♡
This doesn’t bother me at all, in fact, it makes me super happy!
Knowing that one of my fics comforted you is one of the happiest things ever♡♡
#this is giving me fic ideas #but yeah i alr had thought of this too #coz like #our boy is a precious bean #but also a precious violent bean #i love him sm #need to look for asks in my inbox abt sushi #and write sm for him now #uwu#shady☕#shadyteacup#atsushi nakajima #bungou stray dogs
↳ WARNINGS: drinking, depression, loneliness, angst to fluff, Dazai’s typical suicide/depressive references, heavy grammar errors and mildly strong depictions of depression and suicide on Dazai’s part
↳ SYNOPSIS: All Dazai wants is someone special for the holiday season. Who could that be?
↳ AUTHOR’S NOTES: hey, hey, hey. it has been a while. so here you go. <3
Dazai was clingy, and he fully admits to that flaw of his. It is a treasure in your platonic relationship, almost. To where he is guaranteed a life forever with one that he cherished for the rest that his heart remained beating and lungs still inhaled a windy breath of air. But Dazai liked jokes; an annoyance he was to your presence, or so he thought, lacking the innocence of being committed to a relationship.
And he didn’t gawk at others for the sake of himself, rather, he paid more attention to the mere life that he wanted to be rid of. The suicidal antics raised higher at a certain moment, causing the apartment to sting of—what was once a sweet saké—to an intangible void of disgust.
Dazai looked near his feet, watching the papers scramble around near his toes. He laughed in a giddy manner, feeling unbalanced from his posture; futon wrinkled to the core.
His phone flickered from afar, watching the only bit of illumination saturate the room with yellow. Dazai chuckled deeply, only to be so jealous of your presence possibly with another for the season—loneliness was a feeling he had grown used to, and he wasn’t at fault for most of it, but he couldn’t blame his actions or his whirlwind of thoughts.