Could You Do Akutagawa With A Tall S/o? Scenario Or Headcanons, Which Ever Is Easier!!

Could you do Akutagawa with a tall s/o? Scenario or headcanons, which ever is easier!!

I decided on headcannons as I couldn’t really think of a way to write the scenario without it being super specific! I hope that’s okay!

Akutagawa isn’t as short as Chuuya, but he is definitely average height so when he first meets his s/o, the first thing he notices is their height

He does not care too much about them being taller than him but that changes a tiny bit when they start dating

He feels slightly emasculated when they have to get things off the shelf for him because he can’t reach

So he starts using Rashomon to get things off the shelf for himself.

He doesn’t really mind when they wear heels too much honestly, he gets over his feelings of being emasculated pretty quick

He absolutely refuses to be little spoon, always big spoon.

He enjoys having them lay down on his lap while reading or watching tv because it makes him feel soft but also like he’s protecting them.

He only allows himself to be little spoon when he’s having nightmares

He loves to hug his S/O from behind and rest his head against their back/shoulders (depending on how tall they are)

Does pretty much everything he can for them so he still feels useful which includes using Rashomon to get stuff of the shelves for them even if they can get it themselves

“Aku I can get it myself.” “No.”

He will grab his s/o’s shirt and yank them down to his height whenever he wants a kiss

He point blank refuses to go on his tiptoes to kiss them.

If anyone comments on their height difference, he’ll have Rashomon snapping at their heels.

Same goes for if anyone makes them feel bad about their height.

If his s/o ever feels insecure about their height, he’ll call them an idiot and point out that a lot of people want to be taller so they should embrace it.

He’ll buy them clothes and have them specially tailored, so they fit them properly since he knows they hate it when their clothes are too short.

He leaves them little notes to remind them of how beautiful they are if he notices his s/o feeling down about their height

Overall he treats his s/o like anyone else but with a bit more softness

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Memories: Chapter 3

Hey lovelies! Here’s the next chapter of my oc fic. Again please leave comments on what you think. Any feedback would be spectacular <3

*SLAP*

The sound of his hand striking across her skin echoed around the room. Her cheek was bright red and burning, much like her eyes from the tears.  The stinging pain radiates across her burning face. It hurt but not as much as her broken hand which currently had a boot on top of it. The boot slammed down on her broken hand, making her scream out in pain, tears pricking her eyes. The pain was unbearable. She wanted this to end, for her to be put out of her misery but that was too merciful. In the end she’d never get that kindness, the sweet kiss of death was so enchanting yet always out of her reach.  Suddenly she felt the boot slam down again, snapping her out of her thoughts. She couldn’t breathe. It was too painful. Crying she looked up at the ceiling and hoped that it would cave in, crushing her. If she was dead, she wouldn’t have to feel this agonising pain ever again.

“I’m begging you, please stop! I did nothing wrong!” she cried out through sobs.

“Any failures of your pupils are failures on your part. And failures must be punished. It is the law of nature; any failures are wiped out. Consider this your warning before extinction.” An icy cold voice replied, devoid of any emotion. She swallowed, bracing for whatever came next. Before she knew it, she felt her rib shatter as the bat swung down.

She woke up screaming. Her whole body throbbed with pain and she swore she could feel her ribs crack. But no, nothing was wrong. It was just a dream. A nasty nasty dream….

Begrudgingly, she got up and washed the tears off her face. She passed out from working too much again and didn’t take off her makeup properly, so it was smeared everywhere. Sighing, Yukcihe jumped into the shower to wash away the remnants of the dream. She could still hear the cracking of her ribs and the sound of the bat swinging through the air. Her screams echoed around her ears. Shaking her head rapidly, she tried to focus on something else besides the dream. She knew it wasn’t just a bad dream, that would just stir up more pain and she didn’t have the energy to reflect on everything. She pressed her hands against the shower wall and let the water cascade down her body.

Closing her eyes, she let the water wash over her and with it wash her thoughts down the drain. Breathing in and out, she focused and slowly the dream became a distant memory that she could barely remember. Blood trickled out of her nose and mixed with the water, turning it a cloudy red.  She absentmindedly wiped the blood away with the back of her hand. Staring at the blood on her hand, she started to spiral again. Images of bloody bodies flashed across her mind. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block them out but she couldn’t focus.  Her breathing got more and more frantic until she was hyperventilating. 

Suddenly a noise snapped her out of it. Her phone was ringing. She quickly turned off the shower and grabbed her phone, answering the call. Swallowing she spoke 

“Hello? What is it?” she asked in an irritated tone, to hide the fact she’d been crying. 

“Yukiche? The boss needs to cancel tonight. He has other business to attend to so you’ll have to come another day.” A male voice commented, his tone slightly annoyed giving the impression he didn’t want to be talking at all. Rolling her eyes, Yukiche replied through gritted teeth. 

“What do you mean I’ll have to come another day. We agreed on today. THis has been planned for months. Just because your boss is a coward and doesn’t want to see me doesn’t mean he can cancel last minute and expect me to accept that. Tell him I’m coming anyway and I expect my payment.” she snapped. She hated this but she needed the money and she couldn’t let him brush her off like this. She had to be ruthless and firm.  

“Look don’t get bitchy at me. I’m just the messenger. You have a problem with it? Talk to the boss, not me.” He snaps. 

Yukiche scoffed and hung up, throwing her phone across the room. Throwing herself onto the bed, she screamed into a pillow in frustration. She despised this. That she has to do this, to survive. “Having to exploit people’s secrets for money eats away at your soul. But did I even have a soul to begin with?””. She thought to herself bitterly. 

Running her hand through her hair, she tried to figure out her solution. She needed that money by tonight. She had to go see Kasai, her debt was due and if she was late…. She shuddered at the thought.  Pacing around the room, the solution stared her in the face. She didn’t want to admit it but the only solution was to go down and collect it herself. 

“Fuck.” she muttered to herself. She had to go. As much as she hated threatening people, she had to do this for her own sake. Besides the debtee in question was a cheating scumbag anyways. Igarashi Hisoka ran the other underground bar in town and was a notorious womaniser. He was only in her debt because he was an idiot and gambled away his wife’s prize ring, an heirloom from her dead father. She should probably make another backup of the video she had of him losing the ring just in case she mused to herself.  She knelt down and gently picked up her phone. 

Grabbing her signature white blouse and black high waisted trousers she threw them on with a loose cream coloured trench coat and ran out the door, tying her hair up at the same time. Locking up her apartment she walked off, shoving her keys and phone into her pocket. 

After catching the train and walking for about fifteen minutes, she arrived at Igarashi’s bar. She grimaced at the smell of vomit, cheap alcohol and cigarette smoke.  Taking a deep breath, she walked in. The chatter and general cacophony of drunken laughter overwhelmed her. Various people lay on top of tables passed out, a few were playing with knives while the rest were leering at her. Swallowing nervously, she walked across the room towards the bartender. 

“Where is Igarashi? I….need to talk to him. We had an appointment but he cancelled on me last minute so I’m here to speak to him about not being a coward.” she remarks, her tone exasperated. 

Not looking up from the glass he was cleaning, he pointed to the door at the back of the room. “Boss’s office is through there. If you have any complaints or anything like that, go bother him. He’s in a meeting right now though.” he comments in a dull tone. 

“I don’t care. I need him to pay up.” She retorts, walking off towards the office. 

The bartender scoffs and mutters “Good luck” continuing to clean the same glass.  

Yukiche stormed over to the door and pressed her ear against the door. She heard giggling and hushed voices. Listening closely she figured out he and another girl were in there. “So this is his “business he had to “attend” to. Pathetic'' she scoffed quietly. Taking a step back, she kicked in the door with so much force it slammed open, revealing Igarashi sitting behind a desk with a half naked woman on top of him. Raising her eyebrow Yukiche glared at the woman and spat out

“Get out now. Before I break your wrist.” 

The woman paled and ran out, muttering apologies. Ignoring her, Yukiche walked in and slammed the door shut behind her, locking it. Slowly she turned around to face Igarashi who was looking rather pale. She calmly walks over to him and sits on top of his desk, with one leg 

dangling off. 

  “I didn’t realise sleeping with random women was classed as urgent business Igarashi.” she drawled. A lazy smile plastered on her face as she stared at him, her lips smiling but her eyes lacked any humour.  Swallowing he opened his mouth and began to speak

“What I class as urgent business is one of your business. I told you I don’t have your money and even if I did have it, I’m busy so leave.” he retorted, in an irked tone. She could tell he was afraid though, he was after all a coward. If he would just own up to his wife what he did, then he wouldn’t be in this mess. But he was too much of a prideful and spineless fool.  Sighing, she slid off the desk and swung her leg up, pressing her foot down on his chest glaring at him threateningly. Leaning over, she whispered 

“I will leave once I get my money. That’s all I’m here for. But if you keep lying and acting like you don’t have it, I’ll have to resort to other methods of getting it…” Her voice, firm and threatening. She pulled out a knife and slammed the point of it into the desk. She wasn’t lying. He knew that. 

Staring at the knife he swallowed and began to mutter various obscenities under his breath while he opened his desk drawer and pulled out his briefcase where he kept his money. He kept muttering various insults and obscenities but counted out the money before throwing it at her. Narrowing her eyes, she grits her teeth and collects the money shoving it into her coat pocket, pulling the knife out of the desk.. Walking out, she turned one last time and smiled

“Pleasure doing business with you, Igarashi. Or should I call you what you really are? A cowardly fool.” she laughed to herself and walked out the door waving her hand at him while holding the knife.

Walking back into the busy bar, she heard a familiar voice singing. She whipped her around to see her singing. Mihara. She stopped in her tracks to stare at her friend? Enemy? Acquaintance? She didn’t really know what to call Mihara except a pain in her ass. She hadn’t seen her since the night she met Haru. The night she got shot.  Frowning, she stared at the woman who caused it all. Bitterness still lingered in her, causing her to wince at the sight of Mihara. But she couldn’t hide the sense of familiarity and longing that also came flowing into Yukiche’s heart. Locking eyes with Mihara, she saw that familiar smile making her pang with pain. 

Looking away, she began to quickly walk away. She had to leave. She couldn’t be around her. The wounds were still fresh even after all those years. Before she could leave, she felt a hand grab her blouse and slamming her into the wall. Falling backwards, she collided into a muscular chest. Two arms wrapped around her, squeezing her tightly and painfully. Gasping for breath, two men approach her. 

“The boss decided he won’t be paying you this time. He wants his money back.” they sneer, punching her in the stomach. Crying out in pain, she doubles over, coughing blood. She tries to move to grab her knife but the man holding her only squeezed tighter, preventing her from moving. The two men punched her a few more times before she was flipped upside down, causing the money to fall out of her pocket. They grabbed it and ran off with it laughing, the other man dropping her and running off with them. Yukiche lay there staring at the sky, her body in agonising pain. Her stomach was definitely at least bruised. Tenderly she touched her cheek which was swollen. Shaking she tried to use her arms to get up but she didn’t have the strength and collapsed. Groaning she lay there, breathing heavily when a foot gently nudged her. 

Looking up she saw Mihara holding out her hand. She still had on her stage makeup, glittering in the moonlight. Yukiche turned away, ignoring her offer of help causing Mihara to laugh.

“Even now you’re stubborn and refuse my help, do you really despise me that much?” she asked, her voice musical.  Her eyes shone with happiness and laughter. 

“I don’t despise you. I loathe you. So no, I don’t want help from someone like you.” Yukiche snapped, her voice icy cold. She kept her head turned to hide the fact she was on the verge of crying. 

“Still stubborn as ever. It looks like I’m the only help you’re gonna get so you can either take my help or lie here in the trash and piss covered alleyway.” she commented, smiling. 

Yukiche let out a frustrated sigh and turned, grabbing Mihara’s hand. Mihara pulled her up and stared into her eyes once she was standing. 

“Thanks.” Yukiche mutters, looking away. Mihara gently grabs her face, causing Yukiche to wince. She stares at Yukiche’s bruised face and frowns. Her hand reaches out and Yukiche could've sworn she was reaching out to stroke her cheek. Mihara grabbed the various bits of trash that got caught in Yukiche’s hair and picked them out. Yukiche blushed lightly and watched her. 

Even now she couldn’t stop the hammering in her chest as Mihara touched her. She hated it. She still had such a strong effect on her even after all these years…. 

“You look like you need a drink.” Mihara comments, her eyebrows raised and a cheeky smile etched across her lips.  Snorting Yukiche shook her head in disbelief. 

“You haven’t changed a bit, have you Mi?” she remarks, smiling softly. Mihara blinks at the nickname but starts to grin. 

“No I haven’t. So will you humour me and let me buy you a drink?” she asked. Yukiche blinked and shook her head no, walking away. She couldn’t let Mihara in again. Even having a brief conversation hurt and felt like a thousand needles into her heart. But then…. What was the harm in one drink? Yukiche thought to herself. 

“Fine. One drink.” Yukiche remarked, keeping her back facing Mihara to hide her smile.

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Masterlist

Here is my masterlist guys! I also linked to my rules so its easier to find them! I also linked to writing that is posted on my old writing blog. 

Rules

Memories

OC information

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 

Chapter 3 

Behind the Cover:Headcannons 

Akutagawa

Kunikida 

Chuuya

Dazai 

Atsushi 

Akutagawa

Bathing scenario (fluff)

Boyfriend hcs (fluff)

Memer s/o hcs (fluff/crack)

Athletic S/O hcs  (fluff)

Losing control of Rashomon scenario (angst/fluff)

Tall S/O hcs (fluff)

Drunk headcannons (crack)

Chuuya

Boyfriend hcs (fluffl)

S/O makes Chuuya new gloves scenario (fluff)

Comforting S/O after a panic attack scenario (fluff)

Drunk headcanons (crack)

Higuchi 

Drunk headcanons (crack)

Dazai 

Boyfriend hcs (fluff)

Athletic S/O hcs (fluff)

S/O taking care of sick dazai scenario (fluff)

Patched up scenario/drabble (fluff)

Drunk headcanons (crack)

Atsushi 

Memer S/O hcs (fluff/crack)

Drunk headcanons 

Junchiro 

Memer S/O hcs (fluff/crack)

Drunk headcanons (crack)

Fukazawa 

Confession scenario (fluff)

Yosano 

Payback (smut)

Hurt s/o scenario (fluff)