spookyquill

[spookyquill]

may i request an aged up inumaki who protects his girlfriend from a perv cat calling her in public by using his cursed speech on them?? And then the reader gets all hot n heavy over it so they take it to the bedroom 🥹🫶🏼

TW: 18+, perverted man

Inumakis grip on your hand tightens, pulling it lightly so you walk even closer to him, almost touching his hip in the process.

Tonight was date night, and you had on a simple teal dress that showed off all your curves perfectly. It was one of inumakis favourites. That is until a boy on the street whistled at her.

“Come on pretty lady. Let me show you a good time.” He falls in step behind the two of you, getting a perfect view of your ass as it moves with each step taken.

Inumaki growls lowly, pulling you closer to him by the shoulder before letting his hand drop to your hip protectively.

You can feel the anger pulsing through him, and you are just as annoyed at the creep. All you wanted was a calm night after the hectic week of classes and work.

Inumaki was getting to his last thread of sanity.

“Come on sexy, let me show you a good time.”

Aaaaand that last thread just snapped.

You expect him to punch the guy, and you would’ve been next in line, but he opens his mouth and speaks.

“Fuck off.”

Two words. Two simple words is all it takes for your mind to go on pause. You don’t even recognise when Inumaki turns and walks away, dragging you along with him. Your back home before you know it.

Inumaki cups your cheeks, his concerned eyes landing on yours as his finger taps your temple twice. His code for: are you ok?

You still can’t funnel enough words together through the haze so you opt to act.

Surging forwards, you capture his lips in a rough kiss, teeth nipping at his lips. Inumaki groans but reciprocates the affection, pulling you closer to him by the waist.

When air becomes a necessity, you part.

“Don’t ask me how but what you did back there was really hot.”

Inumaki takes a moment to process your words. A smirk gathers on his face. He hooks his hands underneath your thighs, lifting you up and walking forward till your back hits the wall.

You gasp in shock which gets swallowed by Inumaki as he ravages your lips, his groin pressing deliciously into your own. You moan into the kiss, grinding down against him and relishing in the electric pleasure that shoots up your spine. You arch into him, hands tangling in his hair.

He responds with a moan of his own, further pushing his sex against yours, pressing you against him and the wall. You could feel the tent of his pants prodding yours, practically begging to drill into you. Inumaki trails his lips down to the juncture between your collarbone and the base of your neck. He bit down, hard.

A scream threatens to leave you, but you manage to simmer is down to a choked off moan. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist, digging his clothed cock further against your sex.

“Toge, please! I need you right now!”

Your pleas fell on deaf ears. Inumaki didn’t make any move towards taking it further. He continued marking your neck, grinding against you with rhythm. One hand moves up from your thigh, cupping your breast and massaging it, rolling the nipple between his fingers.

This time a scream does leave your throat, back curling into Inumaki and eyes rolling to the back of your head.

The tension of your release builds to a tight knit, so close to exploding. You don’t want him to stop, not even if it’s to undress you. All you want is to come apart on him.

“Fuck. Toge please. I need you. Please let me cum baby I’m so close.” Close to tears, close to letting all the tension go. You whimper in his arms. Muscles shivering at the intensity of the pleasure.

You feel his lips brush against your cheek, leaning close to your ear, his hot breath raking your spine with electricity.

“Cum.”

You gasp, your body exploding as the cursed energy ripples down to your core. You cum so hard it’s almost painful. These pants are definitely getting thrown in the wash, your fluids soaking down your thighs. Your muscles seize, spawning against him, unintentionally pulling him impossibly tighter against you, legs refusing to let his hips part from you, his cock pressing deliciously against your soaking folds.

Tears roll down your cheek as your head flops onto his shoulder. Mind in a daze, you can’t decipher what had just happened. Your exhausted, but still so hungry for more.

Before your muscles fully relax, Inumaki lifts you away from the wall, ensuring you stay propped up on his hips. He carry’s you to the bed, gently easing the both of you down on top of the covers.

His hands run up and down your outer thighs, your muscles responding by slowly relaxing. Once they relax enough, he goes to pull away from you.

You cry out, reaching out for him, your sex weeping for more of him.

He hushes you, bringing one of your hands to his lips, kissing your palm twice. A silent promise.

‘I’ll be back soon’

Reluctantly, you let him go, eyes closing and letting more tears pass their barricades.

You lay on the bed. Your skin itches to be free of the clothing but you can’t seem to muster up the energy to lift an arm. All you can think about is the way that inumakis words pulsed through you, his command clear in your muscles before it even registered in your mind. It was exhilarating as much as it was terrifying. You wanted more, but you’d doubt you’d be ready for that again tonight.

One hand gently grabs your hip, causing you to jolt. One eye opens to look at Inumaki. A small smile grows on your lips before gazing at his other hand. A small price of soft cloth is neatly folded in his palm. You know exactly what it is.

With a simple nod, you agree to what he silently pleas. His hand moves up to grip your hand, dragging you to sit up on the bed. He captures your lips in a gentle kiss. If it weren’t for the way your lower body ached, you almost view this gesture as innocent. He parts away and opens the blindfold up. With one final look, one full of love, he encases it around your head, trapping you in a dark abyss.

You feel him tie the knot behind you, securing it so it fits snugly around your head. His hands slide down your arms and to your wrists where he gently tugs you to stand.

You legs protest against the movement, shaking as you lift yourself up with inumakis help. You don’t have to wait long before his hands make diligent work with your clothing. You almost sigh in relief at the feel of the material sliding off your upper body, leaving your upper half bare to him.

You feel his hands cup your breasts. You arch into his touch, raising your hands to grip at his elbows.

Inumaki snatches your arms away, firmly placing them at your sides. Another silent demand. ‘Keep your hands here. Don’t touch unless I allow it.’

You grown at him, desperate to feel his skin against yours, but opt to agree with him. Tonight, you were his slave.

His fingers glide along your stomach, sending ripples of shivers up your spine. When he gets to the waistband of your trousers, he stills. You will your body to remain still for him, to continue being the good girl he wants you to be. Your pussy throbs for attention, desperate to break free from its cage and be surrounded by Inumaki.

Your boyfriend smirks, satisfied with your restraint. As a reward, he curls his fingers underneath and drags your pants down your body, slowly. The pace is agonising, you just want to rip it off and hold him to your pussy. But rewards are only given to those who follow commands.

You let out a shaky moan as his fingers graze lightly over you clit. Its difficult to hold your hips still against the mattress.

His fingers stop there, just barely touching your entrance. "Toge please. I want you so bad Toge, I've been such a good girl today please-"

Inumaki cups your pussy, pressing his fingers against your dripping entranced, feeling all your juices even through your panties. You choke out a scream, your back arching off the bed despite your best efforts.

His hand only stays for a moment before they travel down, sliding your pants off your legs. He leaves you for a moment, the sound of rustling clothes evident past your blur of pleasure.

You dont have to question where he is for long as he presses his now naked body up against your nearly bare one. His cock slides in between your legs, settling just below your entrance.

You nearly scream out, the tension beginning to rise within your stomach. Inumaki presses his lips to your neck, teeth grazing above your collarbone. He leaves hickeys all over your neck before travelling down to your breasts. He is the artist, and you are is compliant canvas. You moan and writhe underneath him, the nerves on your body shooting pleasure everywhere. It’s making you confused, your instincts chasing every single one of them.

Inumaki pulls away, his hands gripping your hips and dragging you to the edge of the bed. You squeal and surprise, a giggle escaping your lips as your panties are ripped down your legs. A gasp follows as your pulled up and off the bed. Your world is spun around as Inumaki twirls you around and settles you on his lap, back pressed against his front, in a matter of seconds.

You cry out, your cunt shaking in excitement but remaining empty. But not untouched.

The length of his cock slides against your folds, forcing a pornographic moan from your lips. The vibrator he nudged between the two of you only adds to the volume.

Your legs shake so violently someone would think you were having a seizure. The pleasure is so much so quickly. There was no warning to it, no sound of the toy turning on, unnoticed in the mix of overwhelming pleasure.

The control over your voice disappears as the vibrator is set to full. Inumaki even struggle with his own, letting out guttural groans and a growl as a thrusts into the sensation.

Time is nonexistent, another orgasm ripping through you after what only feels like a minute. Despite your release, Inumaki continues to thrust against the vibrator, driving you to overstimulation. You writhe in his arms, stuck between wanting more and wanting it to stop.

Thankfully Inumaki makes that decision for you.

The vibrator is taken away from you and your world flips as your stomach is pressed to the mattress, your quivering legs dropped over the end of the bed. Inumaki grabs you by the hips in a bruising grip before plowing into your entrance, pushing past your delicious walls and slotting snugly inside.

Finally, you feel full after having been edged then made to cum on a vibrator. The overstimulation settles as you relax against him, leaving you at his mercy as he pulls out until just his tip remains inside you. A moan is pushed out of you as he slams into you. He sets a brutally delicious rhythm, your body shaking with the bed, the sounds of your moans mixing with the sound of wood bumping against the wall.

You feel your stomach coil up again, the familiar pain of you release building up. Inumaki must be close to as feral growls leave his mouth, his rhythm getting sloppy and more erratic with each thrust. You tangle your hands in his hair, wrapping your legs around his waist and meeting each one of his thrusts with a small one of your own.

His arm curls underneath you, bringing you impossibly closer to him. You don’t know how much longer it takes, or who breaks first, but the room fills with the sound of choked moans and screams of pleasure as you both release into each other, riding out your high with spasms of joy.

It’s hard for you to remember much from there, but from what you can gather in the moment, you somehow both make it to the shower, helping each other clean whilst giving the other gentle massages. Then you guys manage to stumble into bed in a tangle of limbs, refusing to even let an inch of space between you.

The news article in the morning sets a satisfied smirk on inumakis lips.

‘Local man arrested after publicly masterbating on the streets of Japan.’

[spookyquill]

A fic where the reader is in love with Gojo for a long time, but he finds her crush annoying. Until she stops having crush on him and he starts liking her back. (Happy ending 😭)

Please enjoy!

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Your crush wasn’t obvious but it wasn’t subtle either

You would do small things for him such as daily errands, casual walks in the city, babysitting his class while he was on missions. You even went beyond that, cooking him little sweets that you knew he’d like. You cooked him an entire lunch one day, and that was the what clued Gojo in on your crush

He wasn’t the first to know about it, but he wasn’t the last either. Nobara had teased the thought of you and him together a couple times but he just assumed it was a joke. When you brought him a home made bento box, that was what turned on his lightbulb

He didn’t mind your crush, but he was quick to gently turn you down afterwards, he stopped asking you of errands and made a point to avoid you when you had sweets in hand. He didn’t find you unattractive, not at all, but he was dismissive with the idea of someone being with him

His rejections hurt, you didn’t know the reason why and everytime you tried talking to Gojo about it he would walk the other way from you. One day he just teleported away, there one minute and gone the next.

So you stopped to. You made the effort to avoid him, stopped passing by his regular spots. Hell, you started going to a different grocery store to make sure you didn’t bump into him. It hurt, but you were slowly getting over him

Gojo on the other hand was completely different. He started to miss seeing you a couple times a day. Sure he was the one that rejected you, and he was the one that was avoiding you, but he did it for you, for you’re safety. No one should have to deal with the dangerous package that Gojo brought along with him. Everything would turn out fine

Everything did not turn out fine. His heart was aching, he found himself crying a couple times a week which was concerning because he never really cried, his eyes would start hurting. He began getting less sleep then normal, his appetite decreased as the days went by. He wasn’t going out to get his daily sweet fix. And that’s when megumi stepped in

“Stop being an idiot in denial and admit to yourself that you want her. I know that you may think that it’s safer for her, but have you maybe thought about the fact that she would’ve considered that already? She knows what type of missions you go on, she knows the danger that surrounds us. She literally sees it everyday. Stop hurting yourself by thinking you don’t want her.”

Wow, that was a slap in the face the Gojo never knew he needed. And so he did just as megumi advised. He shut up his stupid ego and admitted silently to himself that he wanted- no, NEEDED you to be by his side

He would set off on a manhunt for you, searching all over the area, desperately clinging on to the hope that you didn’t completely move out of the area. Thankfully he found your residual curse energy. He clung to it and followed it all the way to a shopping district in the next town over

As soon as he laid eyes on you, it’s like the world stopped turning. His heart melted at the sight of you, his muscles relaxed briefly from the tension they held onto for the past week before becoming taut once again

You saw him a moment before he reached you. Confusion settled on you, you had never seen him look so… upset? Desperate? Relieved? It was a three in one facial expression. You didn’t know what to expect when he came face to face with you, but appearing on top of an industrial roof building was not at the top of your list

Panic took over for a brief moment before recognising the area. It was one of the common sitting areas you and him would usually go to get a break from the intensity of the world. The setting sun was glowing in the horizon, the hue of colours mixing as it descended. It was peaceful

You look to Gojo, who was closer then you had thought. He was inches away from you, his hands coming up in a gesture as if he wanted to tug you into him, hold you in his embrace. This isn’t at all what you imagined would happen, and it made your heart flutter in a forgotten and should be forbidden excitement for him. Tears were welling up in your eyes, you didn’t want to be reminded of your love you once had for him, or how his rejection had felt. But he was so close to you it was impossible

“I love you”

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Okay that was not how Gojo planned to confess to you but gotta roll with what you put out I guess

“I was scared of hurting you, scared to put you in the danger that my presence would bring you. I don’t want to hurt you, I didn’t mean to. I just thought that I was protecting you from me. But I realised- well, more like megumi told me, that you would’ve thought about that because you see the type of things I’m up against and see what dangers are really out there. I thought I was being selfless by turning you down, but it turned out that it hurt to not see you, it hurt me to think that I’d never get to see your again, or your smile or hear your laugh. I didn’t want to think of a future without you in mine. And if this makes me selfish, then fine, I don’t care. I will protect you with everything in my power, and I will not let you go without me at least explaining myself. I’m sorry for rejecting you before, but can you give me another chance to redeem myself?”

Your answer came quickly with a kiss to the side of his lips. The tears that were once brimming your eyes had now made a river on your cheeks. It was weird to see Gojo so emotional, for him to let out his emotions was a sign of great respect, and you would not turn down this opportunity he had given you. Your previous infatuation with him blossomed once again and made thousands of butterflies tickle your stomach

Gojo let out a soft sigh, relaxing in your presence with a grin. He didn’t know what else to say, so instead he let his actions take over him. He pressed his lips firmly to yours, finally letting his arms wrap around you and bringing you flush against him. He kissed you with all the neediness he denied himself, he clung to the feeling of your warmth pressing against him and the way your soft lips felt against his. He wouldn’t let you go again, not ever. And he will do his damn best to make sure you were safe around him

[spookyquill]

Sorry for my long hiatus.

My dumbass forgot tumblr existed and I’ve been struggling with work and life and everything in between. I’ll be posting some completed drafts today and I’ll try to get to what I havent done in my inbox. Again I’m so sorry to those who I accidentally ignored, I didn’t intend for it to happen and I can understand your frustration towards me, I’m also frustrated at myself. I keep stretching myself thin between hobbies.

Enough of the excuses. I’ll be posting some stuff later today

[spookyquill]

Hi! Saw you're taking JJK requests and here I am. I'm sick and just not getting out of bed so kind of wanted a fic with Satoru where hebwas away for a mission and got back only to find his wife sick (like, nothing life threatening. Just a cold or fever or something) so he decides to take care of her but she feels bad because he's so busy and has to 'deal with her being sick', especially after he just got back from a mission. Thank you so much if you decide to do it! I'm on a different account right now but please tag @ladyodpandemonium if you write the fic so I can catch it. Big thanks!!!

Apologies for the delay, trying to focus on myself and that includes letting some requests go. But I have some drafts ready to post so look out for them.

@ladyodpandemonium

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Bleary eyes open, your head pounding despite the long rest you just took. Snot drips down from your nose and onto the pillow you rest on. With a disgusted groan, you reach over to your bed side table and pull out a couple tissues from the box. As you hold the tissues to your nose, you take notice of the other things occupying your table.

A couple boxes of pills and a glass of water sit there idly next to the box of tissues. They had not been there when you collapsed on your bed. You didn’t even think of those things. Which really meant only one thing.

Gojo kneeled in front of you, his concern etched on his face as he gently tucked your hair behind your ear.

You groan in contentment. “You’re supposed to be on a mission.”

“I’ve completed that. I came home expecting you to be doing pointless chores or something, but instead I’ve found you cuddled up sick in bed.” Gojo sighs, moving his hand to cup your cheek. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve left the mission early to come take care of you.”

You lean into his touch, his palm cool against your flush skin. “I didn’t want to disturb you- wait.” You lift your head up, looking for your phone. “What day is it?”

Gojo gently guided your head back to your pillow, silencing your search. “It’s Thursday. How long have you been sick for?”

Panic washes over you. “Shit. I came to bed on Tuesday. Shit I overslept!” You sit up, ignoring the pulsing headache beginning to take shape. “Why didn’t my alarm go off?!”

Gojo is quick to stop your attempts to get up, standing and keeping your ass on the mattress with his hand on your shoulders. “You obviously needed the sleep. Stay in bed, you need to rest.” When you stop fighting against him, mainly because of the overbearing headache, he moves to sit on the side of your bed, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead and grimacing. “Have you eaten anything?”

You tried to eat something before you went to your bedroom, but everything in the fridge made you nauseous and you couldn’t think enough to cook or heat up some food. Your growling stomach answers gojos questions before you can verbalise any response.

Gojo nods. “Stay here. I’ll heat up some soup for you.”

You shake your head, which protests angrily at the movement. “No, I don’t want to get you sick. I’ve already bothered you enough. You shouldn’t have to deal with me being sick. You’ve been so busy and I don’t want to get you sick because of me.”

Gojo lifts a finger to your chin, tilting it up to look at his sparkling blue eyes. “Nothing matters but you at the moment. I’ll never be too busy for you and I don’t want you to think that you’re a bother to me at all. You take priority over everything else in this world.” He presses a soft kiss to your temple. “Now stay right here, lean against the head rest while I go prep some soup for you. I want you to have something to eat. Keep your energy up.”

You sigh in defeat, mumbling an agreement as he walks out the room. It doesn’t take long for him to come back, but he walks back in to find you almost falling asleep again.

“Baby, I know you’re tired still but I would really appreciate you having something to eat.”

You grumble, eyes lifting lazily to stare at the soup in his hands. Even the thought of lifting your hands exhausts you. And Gojo sees this.

He walks around to the other side of the bed, soup still in hand, and carefully climbs on top of it, nestling himself beside you. He nudges your body to lean upright against him, your cheek pressed to his chest and one arm falling into his lap. He hears your sigh of relief and can feel your muscles relaxing into him. He brings the soup over to you, spoon sitting in it. He holds the bowl with one hand and grabs the spoon with the other, encasing you with his embrace as he does so.

You watch as he scoops up some soup into the spoon and carefully brings the spoon to your lips. As soon as the soup trickles down your throat, you let out a soft hum.

Gojo continues to spoon feed you the whole soup, thankful that your eating something at least. Once the bowl is empty, he places the spoon down in it and puts the bowl on his bedside table. When he looks back to you, he finds you already snoring softly against him.

He lets out a light chuckle. “Get some sleep babe, I’ll be right here when you wake up, ready to take care of you.”

[spookyquill]

Just a quick update

I have some requests finished and drafted, I’ve just been so busy and exhausted in between work and recreational activities and I haven’t really had much time to sit down and tag all the fics so I’m just getting as much done in writing then I’ll do a massive post of content

I’ll try not to leave it for much longer

[spookyquill]

If anyone wants to send in some astarion x reader requests feel free to do so 👀

[spookyquill]

sorry I forgot to add heartsteel kayn to clear up any confusion

I’ve had rough nights recently and been tossing and turning a lot so let’s do head anons about how kayn would help his partner through a restless night

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he also has his restless nights. Nights where his brain won’t shut off, or rhaast won’t shut up. When lyrics are bouncing around his head and song cords are mixing together in a tangled mess that he can’t even begin to unravel. He’s had plenty of restless nights, so he has experience and he knows how to handle it.

if he’s having a restless night with you, he will coerce you into a night time joyride on his bike. He won’t be his reckless driving self because he wants to do it as a way to clear both your minds as well as get some fresh air and induce more exhaustion into your body.

He’ll take you out to get hot chocolate and buy you a midnight snack as well. If you happen to cross a wild animal, depending what it is he’ll pull over and try pet it or give it some treats. He’ll take you to a secluded area and sit with you, cuddle up to you whilst showing you some funny tiktoks he found.

If by chance he’s asleep and you happen to wake him up, after shutting down your attempts to apologise to him, he will scoop you up in his arms and cradle you to his chest, grab his laptop, and set up a movie for you to watch till you fall asleep. Hell softly stroke your hair, doing repetitive movements and massaging your head from time to time

He’ll probably order some takeout nibbles, unless he knows something in the cupboard you could snack on, and make you a hot chocolate or tea

If you have something you need to get off your chest, or you just want to ramble about how your days have been lately then this would be a perfect time for it.

Even rhaast may come out and contribute to this routine of yours, he’ll hum some tune in his deep voice that is either going to make you really sleepy in seconds, or really really aroused. Most of the time it’s the latter.

But regardless, this side of him is for your eyes and ears only. If word ever gets out that kayn can be a soft boy, then he will gladly show off his new criminal record

[spookyquill]

Hello~

I’m sorry to hear about your break up I hope you’re doing alright. Sending you lots of 🫂🩷

May I request heartsteel yone x a reader who likes tea instead of coffee? You can do whatever you want with it. Morning routine, silly debates, etc. I’m open to anything~

You sigh, staring at the tea pot in front of you. “Honey. You’re supposed to put the tea leaves in the strainer. It comes with the pot, how did you not see it?” You pick up the pot, taking it to the sink to tip it out

Yone hums. “Sorry my love, I thought it was a smaller pot.”

You side eye him. “You thought the smaller little strainer, the thing with hundreds of tiny little holes, was a smaller pot?” Your tone hints at a giggle that itches to escape.

Yone groans. “This is why I prefer my coffee.” He picks up his own mug from the table and takes a sip from it before adding; “This is why I like to have coffee, much less complicated then your tea.” The quip is teasing yet playful.

A groan that almost sounds like a gag vocalises from your throat. “Coffee is way too bitter. Tea is sweet and has the variety of flavours you can choose from.”

“There are different flavours to coffee too, you know?” Yone says as he takes a seat on the stool close to you.

You shake your head as you pour another pot of hot water, dipping the strainer filled with tea leaves inside before closing the lid to the pot. “Sure. But after the hazelnut taste comes the bitterness of the coffee.” You almost wince at the memory of Yone getting you to try the hazelnut coffee from the store. “The base flavour will always remain to be bitter.”

A sigh leaves Yone as his long arm snakes around yours, pulling you into him. His lips graze your cheek and his hot breath traces the structure of your ear. “You’re disgust for my ‘bitter’ coffee must mean you are too sweet to be caffeinated.”

You can’t help the smile that crosses your lips. “Not only are you a cringey romantic, but you are a bitter man to not enjoy the beauty that is tea.”

Without giving you a hint of an answer, Yone envelops you in a kiss. You melt into the kiss, leaving your weight against him as you return the kiss with a soft laugh.

It’s only when you hear the shouts of Kayn do you separate, having been grossed out by ‘mom and dad’ kissing.

“Oh shut up. You have your tongue down Ezreal mouth too many times for me to count.”

[spookyquill]

oh my gosh so sorry to hear about your break up! Glad to hear you’re getting yourself back on your own two feet. How about a heartsteel sett request about handling the bad days? Taking it out in the gym—boxing? Or gaming (the tft nerd)? Or cuddling with his many plushies? Or oooh a dog cafe date!! Whatever speaks to you—don’t feel pressured to pick this character or these ideas. Use this request to write the comfort date(s) of your dreams!!

Sett's ears perk, picking up the sound of the door opening and closing. A smile spreads across his features, but it quickly fades as he hears a small sniffle. He shoots up from his gaming desk, marching to the front entrance of his apartment.

You flinch back from his sudden appearance, eyes shining with fresh tears. "Sett! Y-You're home!"

"What happened?" His voice is soft and filled with concern.

Excuses zip through your brain, trying to pick out which one to use. But you ultimately decide to tell the truth, knowing that nothing would get past him in this situation.

"My boss yelled at me today. I dropped coffee all over her desk." You sigh, muscles relaxing in exhaustion.

You hear Sett hum.

"Come here buttercup." He pulls you into a hug, one arm around your waist, the other bringing your head into your chest. You immediately begin to cry again, body shaking with tears, so exhausted that it can barely keep you up, thank god Sett is holding you up.

You feel your boyfriends arm run up and down your spine, slowly massaging your back whilst also influencing your breathing, allowing it to slow down from its erratic rhythm.

The two of you stay there, standing in the middle of the front entrance. You don't know when it starts, but you can feel yourself swaying along with Sett. It's peaceful, almost empowering your mind to be silent. You can't help your eyes from slipping shut.

You jolt as Sett pulls away, pulling you away from his warm embrace.

"Why don't we have a movie night? I could set up the projector in the bedroom and put all the plushies on the bed, make a mini fort out of them. Then we could cuddle and sleep for however long we want."

You nod, eyes half open. You let him lead you to the bedroom, situating you on his desk chair whilst he fumbles aorund the room.

Sett throws various plushies on the bed, sitting them in a crescent shape and ensuring they remain in place. Once he sets up the bed, he goes to your cupboard and pulls out some clothes. He hands them over to you and gently persuades you into the ensuite, letting you change. While you are changing, he grabs the small portable projector from under his desk and sets it up on his bedside table, adjusting the screen so it projects flat against the adjacent wall. He changes into his own comfortable sweat pants and settles himself into his spot just in time as you open the ensuite door.

He opens his arms for you, letting you crawl into his lap. He grabs the remote, quickly putting on a movie, one he knows that you love to watch during your down days. You sigh, gently prying a plushie from the plushie wall and hugging it tightly to your chest.

"Thank you." You mutter, resting your head against his chest.

Sett smiles, resting a hand in your hair, threading his fingers through it and gently scratching your scalp.

"No problem. I love you buttercup."

A small smile rests on your face. "I love you too."

[spookyquill]

requests!

I am accepting requests for heartsteel, jujutstu kaisen and genshin impact!

I will not write any yandere content or anything involving minors in a nsfw request. Unless they are aged up, even then no children below 14 to be aged up as i cant mentally picture that.

I am accepting nsfw and sfw requests.

[spookyquill]

The Thorns in My Soul are For You

Description: a Hanahaki Disease AU, Reader is in love with Dazai and has been for a long while. They were in the port mafia but they left with Dazai

Word Count: 2208

Part 3

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TW: Blood, mentions of sickness, coughing up stomach contents, hospital scene

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During the course of a few weeks, things turned from bad to worse. You had been keeping track of the news, seeing more and more vampire sightings along with updates of political meetings. You had to disguise yourself every time you stepped out in public, there were a couple close calls with police and other official authorities. You even had a few encounters with vampires. 

Everything had taken a toll on you, much earlier than you’d like to admit. A few nights had been spent crying yourself to sleep or not sleeping at was a more popular outcome. All the running and the emotional breakdowns were not helped at all by the disease growing in your lungs. In fact, it made the disease grow stronger, rendering you weaker by the day. 

Petals exploded on the ground, accompanied by their stems and fully grown flowers, soaked in your blood. Another painful cough hacked it’s way out of your system, ejecting even more fully bloomed flowers onto the floor. You’d have to leave this place within the next few hours if you were to escape authorities. Thankfully, you planned to leave within the next few moments. 

You were too weak to run, too loud to hide anymore. The inevitability of your capture was approaching. You stopped going out a few days ago, your stomach growled in hunger and your body longed for water. Everything in your body ached, your chest aching the worst of all. But despite all the pain, you would rather die than be caught by vampires or police. But you wanted to make one last stop before you were to die. 

You had travelled back to Yokohama, it had taken you a while, but you managed to sneak by everything. 

Throwing the hood over your head to better hide your identity, you ventured out of the rundown building you claimed as your final home. It wasn’t far from your destination, but it still took you 20 minutes to get to the cemetery. 

The leaves rustled in the wind, almost like they were excited to see you after months of no visits. You clambered up the stone steps, quietly approaching the one lone gravestone beneath a large tree. 

“Hi Odasaku. Long time no see.” Your voice was quiet, not by choice as you began to feel the itchiness of another coughing fit brewing. 

“Sorry I’ve been gone so long, I had to keep a low profile for a while. But now I’m here again. I can’t keep running anymore. The vines are digging in, even now as I’m standing here I can feel them growing deeper into my lungs.” You take a moment to breathe. “I don’t have long left, I’ll be seeing you personally soon. Maybe we can play chess again, I’ve gotten better since the last time we played. I’m sure I have a chance against you.”

Your mind begins to wander, flashbacks of the past coming to the forefront of your mind. 

Moments where Odasaku laughed with you as you swapped out Chuuyas wine for blackcurrant juice. Times where you took a stroll along the beach with him, catching up after a long mission away. You remember the training he gave you, where you first beat him after years of it. That was the only chance you had at beating him. Times where Dazai -

Dazai. 

You haven’t seen him in so long. Last you heard of him he had been captured by the hunting dogs and was being held in a highly secured prison. 

You weren’t going to get the chance to say goodbye to him. You’d never be able to tell him how you really felt, and you had no way to write it down either. You were going to die without saying anything to him or leaving him with anything. Or perhaps he thought you already were? Maybe he does think you’re dead. That’s why no one tried finding you and bringing you back. You’d leave no trace of yourself in this world. You’d be a memory for those who cared, which were limited. 

This spiral of thoughts caused your breathing to increase, triggering the violent reaction your lungs had been cooking up. 

You couldn’t breathe in. All you could do was cough and choke, barely a sound left you. Your vision blurred, red spotting the once grey slate in front of you. You collapsed on the ground, convulsing with each cough that forced its way out of you. Vines were spilling out your mouth, a few of them accompanied by thorns which shredded your throat. 

You were dying. Right now. 

Your final resting place would be that of your best friend. At least Dazai wouldn’t have to go to separate places to mourn. 

You laid on your back, giving in to the fact that breathing in was no longer an option. Instead you opted to wait out the seconds as your brain shut down. 

Everything hurt. But it wasn’t painful. It was… numb. Peaceful. 

Your eyes grew heavy, unable to stay open any longer. 

As you closed them, you saw a figure slide into your vision before it finally blacked out.  

~•~

Everything felt heavy. Your eyes, your hands, your chest, your mind. 

Were you alive? You had no idea, you couldn’t open your eyes or even feel anything. It was like you were submerged in water, forcing you into a senseless pit. 

But your ears were still working, sounds filtered through them. It took you a while but you finally managed to decipher them. A conversation was taking place near you, and you recognised their voices almost instantly.

“She nearly died, asshole!” Chuuya sounds furious. “You are one of the smartest people I know yet you were so fucking dumb to not open your fucking eyes! Dazai they could’ve died!” Dazai? He’s here? But what’s Chuuya talking about? “They stopped breathing. Their heart stopped beating! It’s a fucking miracle the doctors managed to bring them back, but they cannot do it a second time.”

“I thought I had more time.” Dazai sounded hurt, his voice soft. But despite that, he was closer to you then Chuuya was. “I thought I could wait until all this was over.”

“That isn’t how the disease works and you know it! It doesn’t wait for the right time, we’re lucky as hell that they managed to survive with it for so long!!” Chuuya was really mad. “They almost died! Is that the moment you were waiting for?!”

Silence subdued the moment before Dazai whispered his response. “No.”

“Did you think you could waltz up to their grave and confess to them? Hoping that would be enough?” 

Dazai didn’t respond to that. 

“You need to grow your fucking balls and answer the god damn question.” There was silence for a few seconds. “Do you love them?”

The air was suffocating now, suspension hanging on tightly within the room. You could hear your heart beating through your ears. The feeling of a heavy weight seemed to press into you, the suspension dragging on.

Until…

“I do. I love them.”

In the span of three seconds, everything happened.

You felt shock ripple through your system, practically vibrating your body. Your lungs ceased and seemed to convulse into itself, forcing you to splutter out thick liquid. But something was in the way. Your eyes remained closed as your body shook with each strangled cough you let out, blood and roses struggling to get past the intubation tube.

Voices shouted over you saying things that you couldn't quite catch, still muffled due to the shock. Hands were on your body, keeping you still as more were felt at your head.

It was so much. The hands, the tube, the coughing, the mixture of pain and relief. You lost consciousness again.

When you regained your awareness, your body felt lighter, at ease. For a moment, you thought you were dead. But you managed to open your eyes, noting how light they now felt.

White tiled walls. Machines accompanied by wires and tubes. Bed railing on one side. Everything seemed plain and simple for a hospital.

You took a few deep breaths-

Wait.

You breathed in again, air flowing freely within you. You could breathe clearly now. No more breathing through what felt like a blocked up vent. The flowers were no more!

Relief washed over you, a smile carving its way onto your face. You could almost cry.

The sound of slight shuffling startled you. Your gaze shifted to your left, only now taking into account the fact that you were sitting up slightly, bed raised to support you. Dazai rested his head on the bed, one arm being used as a pillow while his other hand held onto yours. 

You stared at your hands, his tightly gripped one against your slack one. His hand felt warm. At least warmer than yours. You could tell by the dark circles under his eyes and the sunken features of his face that he hadn’t been taking care of himself. His usual fit was swapped out for a loose fitting jumper, making him appear smaller, along with a pair of track pants. He looked so rugged and tired, different to his typical cheerful demeanour he danced around with. Even his hand looked more skeletal than it should be. 

Taking a slow breath, you tighten your grip, allowing your fingers to smoothly rest between his. It felt like the final pieces of the puzzle were coming together. 

Dazai twitched, startling you. You wanted to pull your hand away from his, but he stopped you.

Brown eyes opened, lazily looking at yours. You could practically see his brain processing everything. He suddenly sat up, eyes wide and mouth agape. 

“(Y/n)?” His voice was hoarse, most likely from having just woken up from his slumber.

“Dazai?” Your own voice was rough, but you chose to ignore it.

Dazai surged forward, swiftly removing his hand from yours, instead wrapping both his arms around you, bringing you into his chest.

You whimpered in his arms, overwhelmed by a rush of emotions. He is here, holding onto you for life. You encircle your arms around his waist, noting how skinny and fragile he felt compared to usual. 

Tears flowed down your cheeks silently, soaking into the beige jumper Dazai is wearing. 

“I’m so sorry (Y/n), I should’ve said something sooner. It’s my fault you ended up like this.”

For a moment you're confused. But then everything catches up to you. Wriggling out of his arms, you look up at him, his features dulled by malnutrition. Your hands come up to rest on his cheeks, thumbs gently stroking away his own tears that had flowed from his eyes. 

“It’s not your fault. I’m okay now. I’m here.” Dazai can only nod, more tears escaping. “Did you really mean what you said? About liking me?”

Dazai stares at you for a moment, his brown eyes flickering between yours. The next moment, his lips are on yours. They meld perfectly together, moving in sync with no rush in movement. 

“Fucking finally. Only took you three years to grow some balls.”

You detach from each other, turning to look at Chuuya. A smile spreads across your face. “Hi Chuuya.”

Chuuya scowls. “Don’t just ‘hi Chuuya’ me. You gave me the biggest fucking panic. Do you know how terrifying it is to watch your friend vomit and cough up their lungs and collapse in the middle of the street?!” You frown, leaning your head against Dazai’s chest. “Whatever. I’m glad you two are finally together after dancing around each other for so long.” He walks up to you and drops a plastic bag full of food at your feet. “Doctor says you need to eat to replenish your energy. Your body is still getting rid of the disease so it will take a couple of days to do so, and that means you need to keep up your food. Mackerel you need to eat as well. You look like a sack of bones.”

“Aww does chibi miss me?” Dazai quips back with a smile. It’s good to see their usual banter return. It feels like the entire dynamic between the three of you has returned after so long. 

Chuuya scoffs, but you don’t miss and quirk in his lips as he turns away. “Whatever. Just eat all the damn food.” He closes the door behind him, leaving you and Dazai alone once again. 

Dazai pulls away from you, grabbing the nearby chair to take his seat, but your hand on his arm stops him. He looks up at you. 

“Sit with me?” You say with a smile before shuffling across the bed, making room for Dazai. 

“Are you sure?” When you reply with a nod, he slowly climbs into the bed next to you, grabbing the bag of food before adjusting the bed angle so you two can comfortably lean back and eat. 

The next couple of days are spent like that. Sleeping together in the one bed, eating bags of food that Chuuya brings alongside the ADA, and talking about mundane topics. 

When you are finally discharged from the hospital, you and Dazai walk out the door, hands intertwined with each other. 

[spookyquill]

Soooo just went through a breakup, and had some other shit happen irl, but I’m coming back to write! I will post my last bit of the dazai series when I get it done then I’m refreshing my inbox!

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Send in a request and if it’s something I’m uncomfortable with I’ll let you know

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The Thorns in My Heart are For You

Description: a Hanahaki Disease AU, Reader is in love with Dazai and has been for a long while. They were in the port mafia but they left with Dazai

Word Count: 2800

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TW: Blood, mentions of sickness, coughing up stomach contents, head over the toilet, passing out, alcohol

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Atsushi brought a different kind of light to Dazai. You watched him as he began hovering around Atsushi, teaching him all sorts of random things and dragging him to witness his events. A kid who should’ve held no mercy for the world, gave such kindness to everyone around him. Maybe he was an influence for Dazai, an ambition for him to follow. Whatever it was, it gave Dazai a different kind of glint in his eyes. 

You watch from your desk as Dazai laughs manically, having just thought up of another plan for an attempt. Atsushi walks gloomily over to you. “Hey (Y/n). Is there anyway you can convince Dazai to stop doing…” He gestures over to the man.

With a sigh, you reply. “Unfortunately no. I can talk to him as much as I can but it won’t stop him from wanting to. As long as someone is always around to help him out afterwards, he’ll be fine.”

Atsushi groans and takes a seat at his desk across from you. “Ranpo mentioned the other day that you and Dazai joined at the same time. Is that true?”

“Yeah.” You smile back at the memory. “We’ve been through a lot for sure, honestly I didn’t even think we’d make it far. But we’re here now, and I’m glad we are.” You look at Atsushi fondly. “You’ve saved him.”

Atsushi tilts his head. “Yeah. Didn’t he tell you how we met?”

You shake your head. “That's not what I mean. I mean that you gave him a new purpose.”

“Oh.” Atsushi looks to Dazai, who has now moved to poking Kunikida, literally. “I have?”

“Yeah. He’s gotten much happier since being here. He still acts the same but it’s… more. Like his smile is bigger, his laugh is more genuine. He seems to have found his purpose. And it’s been ever since he’s taken you in.” 

You hear Atsushi mumble, and barely catch his words. “I don’t think I make that much of a difference.”

You mentally slap him. “Atsushi. You saved him. Literally and figuratively. You are worth more than you think. Besides, everyone here has basically accepted that he’s your father.” You take a sip of your coffee as Atsushi sputters. “Don’t try to deny it.”

Before he can try to form a sentence of rebuttal, Yosano comes up to you. “I’ve been requested for a job nearby. Did you want to accompany me? We could go shopping afterwards if you’d like.”

You nod. “Sure! I’d love that. It’s been a while since we’ve shopped together.”

“Alright. We’ll head off then.” She walks away, her bag hanging from her shoulder. 

As you stand, you feel a familiar tickle at your throat. “Yosano, I’ll meet you downstairs. I’m just going to go to the bathroom.”

Yosano waves, signalling her acknowledgment. You pass Atsushi a kind smile, waving him a quick farewell before you speed walk into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. 

You barely make it to the toilet before you’re spewing up your stomach's contents. Your lungs heave in pain, adding their own contribution to the mix. Your abdomen pulses in pain at having its muscles involuntarily clenched. It lasts for another minute before you can take a deep breath. 

Despite your arguments against it, you peek into the toilet bowl. 

Flower buds. Some half bloomed. 

“Great.”

~~ Time Skip a few days ~~~

It had been a quiet day. In fact, you had just finished your lunch break and were on your way back to your desk for even more paperwork to file. But something seemed different as you ascend the stairs.

You begin to wheeze about halfway up the stairs, your lungs feeling tighter than usual. It was confusing, normally you’d be able to jog a few flights of stairs before feeling even a little short of breath, but now it was halfway up one flight of stairs and your lungs were heaving. 

It doesn’t go unnoticed.

“You seem out of breath. Did you go for a run?” Dazai asks as you reach the office. 

You decide to go with the lie. “Yep! Sure did.”

Dazai hums. “It’s not a good idea to go running before or after food, you know.” 

You take a seat at your desk, taking in as much air as your lungs allow you to before exhaling in a sigh. “I know. But I had energy.”

Dazai is silent for a little while, and you think he drops the topic. But he speaks up once again. “You should let Yosano check you out. You don’t look that good.”

This time, you let out a sigh of annoyance. “She will probably just tell me that I need rest.”

“Maybe you should listen.” Dazai stands up from his desk, grabbing some things off his desk and heading for the door. “Take some days off to recuperate. You’ve been working a lot lately.” He smiles at you before he takes his leave. 

You felt conflicted. In one way you felt that he was discreetly calling you weak for needing a break. But on the other hand you felt that your hard work was being noticed. Strange. 

Before you can think much more about it, your phone chimes with a message. Looking at it, it surprises you who the messenger is. Regardless, you smile.

The rest of the day goes by smoothly. You finish off your paperwork with some spare time left over, so you begrudgingly take yourself to Yosano's office. She of course told you exactly what you thought she would. 

Once you left work, you went home, got changed into a more casual relaxed fit, and headed downtown. It doesn’t take you long before finding the restaurant. You enter, immediately being greeted by a server. 

“Hi! Reservation for Nakahara?”

The server nods and directs you through to the back of the restaurant where a few open booths line up against the wall. 

“Right on time.” Chuuya says as you reach his booth. 

You smile. “Chuuya! It’s been so long.”

Chuuya nods in agreement, sliding over to allow you space to sit next to him. You take the seat, using the position to give your friend a quick hug, relishing in the reunion. 

“How have you been?” He asks as he sets his fedora down on the table. You also take this moment to notice that his mafia coat isnt with him. 

“I’ve been alright. Work was quiet today.” You can feel your lungs heave with uncomfortable familiarity.

“Can imagine it would be. Lot of you working on cases and all that shit. Plus they have a hardworker like you on the team.” He bumps your shoulder, sending you a grin. 

A server quickly drops by a bottle of wine as well as two glasses before bowing and leaving the two of you alone again. Chuuya makes work with pouring the wine. 

“Yeah, but it gets quite boring pretty quickly-” You choke on a cough, phlegm rising up along with the too familiar tang of metal. You’ve been holding it back for so long today, refusing to let out even a small cough into your hand. It’s all been building up, and now your lungs about to force it all out.

Blood splatters over the table at the first cough. You cover your mouth, eyes going wide at the feeling of pressure at your lungs. You can’t even look at Chuuya at the moment. You jerk up from your seat, holding back coughs behind your hand as you stumble haphazardly to the bathroom.

You know you’re disturbing the entire restaurant, probably scaring everyone, but you couldnt give a fuck at that moment. All that mattered was making it to the toilet. 

You barely make it, dropping to the floor and skidding to the bowl, ejecting your body’s contents into it, both from your stomach and your lungs. 

It’s painful, the most painful thing you have ever experienced. Nothing trumps this. It feels like your body is on fire, exploding in white hot pain. Your muscles are too tense, it feels like they’re so tight that a breath of air could break them. You can’t breathe, can’t get oxygen. You feel light headed, it makes your head pound. Your stomach feels like its being squeezed of everything it has in one go, your lungs feel worse. It’s as if there are multiple hands inside your body wringing them of any and all moisture.

It feels like it's been hours by the time you can take a breath of air. You gulp the air, feeling much needed relief for a moment before your body forces another wave of ejection, thankfully this one doesn't last as long.

You feel someone behind you, hands caressing your hair out of your face and rubbing your back. A cascade of voices can be heard as well, one closer to you sounding louder and more aggressive than the rest. 

Chuuya.

You lift your head away from the toilet, opening your mouth wide to let as much air as possible in. Your head leans back, tears dripping down your face. You feel Chuuya pull your head gently to his chest, fingers threading through your hair. The feeling of nausea doesn’t feel so empowering now, so you let your body slump against Chuuyas. 

Time seems to slip by, your mind fading in and out of consciousness. One moment you open your eyes to being held in Chuuya’s arms, some servers surrounding the two of you. Another time you open your eyes to him walking outside with you. Another moment he’s tangling your body to piggy back his on his bike. Another moment passes and your pressed up against him by an invisible force which makes sense once you comprehend the red glow surrounding your body. You feel the wind whipping against your body, your head feeling cushioned by what you can only guess is a helmet. You close your eyes again for a bit longer.

When you open them again, you’re in a warm bed, a lamp dimly lighting up the room, not too harsh for your head. It’s warm, and the bed beneath you is soft, softer then your own. This isn’t your room. 

Chuuya comes into view, placing a damp wash cloth on your forehead. The cold cloth drowns you in relief, your head finally managing to connect with all five senses. Your mouth still tastes horrible, but it seems manageable for the moment. Your ears are ringing and sounds seem to be slightly muffled. The smell of warm chocolate brings to your a pang of hunger, your body desperately needing something to sustain it again. 

You groan, reaching up to Chuuya. “What happened?” Your voice is raw and only brings back the taste of what seems like minutes prior.

“You threw up is what happened. Scared the shit out of me, I nearly took you to the hospital.” He sits next to you, the bed dipping slightly with his weight. 

Carefully, he helps you sit up, situating you so you’re leaning against the headboard. “Why didn’t you?”

He grabs a small bowl of rice and some chopsticks on his bedside table, handing them to you. “You need to eat something, let your body recover what it lost.”

You take the bowl graciously, taking in small bites of rice before repeating your question. “Why didn’t you take me to the hospital?” 

Chuuya stares at you. “Well for one, I’m part of the mafia. Not exactly a place I’m allowed to be at without bringing the place down in fear. And you know the second reason.” 

Your heart skips a beat. “What do you mean?”

“How long have you had hanahaki disease?” He’s blunt, leaving you no room to sneak around it.

You sigh, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to escape him. “Just after I left the mafia.”

“Have you told anyone?” Chuuya asks.

“I’m telling you now.” You cringe slightly, watching his expression go from neutral to shock.

“You’ve been living with it for years and only now are you talking about it?!” He stands up. 

“Only because it’s starting to affect my daily life.” Your voice is but a whisper.

“Oh so you’d prefer no one knows about it? What would you have done if I didn’t find out? Would you disappear and never return?!”

“No I wouldn’t! I just…” You can feel tears start to well up in your eyes. “I just didn’t know how to talk about it. Because everyone would make a fuss over it and try to get the other person to like me. But I don’t want to force it on anyone.”

Chuuya sighs, pacing his room while running his hand down his face. 

“Are you mad at me?” You ask quietly, not daring to look towards him.

You hear him let out a soft groan before he approaches you, gently placing his hand atop your head. 

“I’m not mad at you. I’m frustrated that you didn’t at least tell me before you started coughing up your literal lung. But I’m not mad. Which is a surprise for even me.” He says.

You look up at him, tears welling up in your eyes. Chuuya stares at you with compassion, taking his seat by your side once again.

“So. Have you told him yet?” 

You let out a breath of laughter. “Who said I loved a man?”

Chuuya hums. “Well last I checked, Dazai wasn’t a woman. Unless he transitioned last time I saw him. And I’m telling you now, it’s impossible to transition within a week.”

You sigh. “How did you know it was Dazai?”

“You were quite an obvious crusher 7 years ago, and that part of you hasn’t changed. I’m surprised the smartass hasn’t caught onto it himself.” 

“Probably because he doesn’t love me and he doesn’t want to confront me about it.”

Chuuya scoffs. “Or he’s a pussy.”

You fiddle with your fingers as you speak. “Are you going to tell him?”

Chuuya barks out a laugh. “Fuck no. That job is for you to do. And I swear to god if you leave it to the last minute I will slap you with your own flower.”

“I won’t. I’ll tell him tomorrow… I guess.” You say, your nerves spiking at the thought of telling him. 

“Good. Now what do you say we order in and bitch about work?” 

The rest of the night is spent in Chuuya’s room, drinking wine and eating takeout until you both end up passing out on the bed.

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This is it. This is the day! Today will be the day you confess your feelings to Dazai. You had a plan and everything. Neither him or you had assigned jobs for the week, it was quiet, most of the agency was off on their own tasks or in their personal office. It would be secluded enough that only the two of you would be in the main room. 

It was perfect. You had been gathering up the nerves to confront him for the better part of 24 hours. Now was the time.

You approach Dazai, a confident smile on your face.

“(Y/n)! I hope you’ve been well. How about you take a week off in tokyo?” He hands you a train ticket.

…

“What?”

Dazai smiles, closing his eyes. “You’ve been working really hard lately. You deserve a break. So I went ahead and organised a luxury trip for you! You get a five star hotel with breakfast in bed. And you get a daily massage for free!”

You honestly didn’t know how to react, a mix of emotions coursing through you. Confusion, shock, disappointment, shame, utter bewilderment. Where do you even begin?

“See! You’re so excited you don’t know what to say!” Dazai cheers as he slings an arm around your shoulder. “Now, you don’t need to worry about anything. I’ve already organised it with Fukuzawa, and I even took the liberty of packing your things for you! All you have to do is take this ticket here and get to that train station!!!” He shuffles you towards the door, manoeuvring you in a way that leaves you no escape from him. 

“I’ll see you in a few days!” And he shuts the door in front of you, leaving you, and Atsushi who just so happened to walk up the stairs at that moment, completely baffled.

Was he mad at you?

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He was in fact, not mad at you. He had one of his predictions brewing, and this came clear to you as you exited the hotel bathroom, the toilet flushing away the bloodied petals.

The TV flashed with the news, a reporter standing in front of a green screen which showcases pictures of every single ADA member, including yours, in a wanted poster design.

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The Thorns In My Throat Are For You

Description: a Hanahaki Disease AU, Reader is in love with Dazai and has been for a long while. They were in the port mafia but they left with Dazai

Word Count: 2263

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TW: Character Death, blood, mentions of sickness, coughing up stomach contents, head over the toilet

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“Odasaku!”

Everything was at a standstill. Oda’s body fell to the floor just as Dazai reached him. It took another minute for your body to react, sprinting to Oda and occupying his other side. 

Dazai gasps at the blood on his hands. “I can’t believe you. You’re such an idiot.” He says, tears welling up as he speaks, but they remain brimming along his eyelids.

You’re quick to apply pressure to the wound on Oda. A gasp threatens to escape your mouth as you feel the deep wound and the blow flowing effortlessly past your efforts. Regardless, you keep your hand planted there. “Why would you go off on your own like this? Why didn’t you wait for backup?”

Oda grunts, raising one hand to rest atop yours, and another hand to Dazai’s, who rests his hand on Oda’s cheeks. “There’s something I need to tell you both.”

“Not like this!” Dazai yells out.

“Wait to tell us after we get you a medic.” You say with a softer tone, not having the heart to yell. You also know that what you said was a lie. Oda was slipping away, and there was nothing that anyone could do for him.

“Quit it both of you!” Oda looks at Dazai. “Remember how you told me that you committed yourself to violence and bloodshed in hopes of finding a reason to exist?” He then turns to you, not giving Dazai a chance to reply. You see the pain in his eyes. “And how about when you told me that you thought you found your purpose in life by serving the mafia, even though you hate their tactics?!”

“Who cares about that now?” Your lips wobble.

“Neither of you will find what you’re looking for.” You and Dazai let out soft gasps in shock. “You’re both smart enough to know that. It doesn’t matter what side you’re on. Nothing in this world will be able to fill the nothingness inside you. Try as you might, but that darkness will always be there.”

A few breaths is all that passes your lips for a moment.

“Odasaku.”

“Tell us what we should do.” Dazai’s voice gives away his grief.

Oda grabs a hold of both yours and Dazai’s in one grip. “Protect people. If both sides are the same, then become good people. Protect the vulnerable. Help some orphans along the way. I know that the concept of good and evil doesn't mean much to you, but at least it’ll make your worlds a little more beautiful.”

A sob breaks from your mouth, tears cascading down your face. You can't control them, and by the looks of it, Dazai’s about to break his composure too.

“You can’t know that.” He says, voice deep as he tries in vain to hold back his tears. 

Oda scoffs. “Of course I can. Because I know my friends better than they do.” He looks at you. “I know what they hide from each other.” 

You stare, wide eyed. He’s known. You don’t know how long but he knows your crush on Dazai, there’s no other explanation for that expression of his. You turn your gaze to Dazai, who continues to stare at Oda as he begins to take his final breath.

That night, when you left the mansion, you both agreed to follow Oda’s advice. You left with the memory of Oda, and his last words carving their way into your heads as a promise. You didn’t return to mafia headquarters. Avoided all territory that the mafia had laid claim to. Coats and accessories were left with Oda as a final goodbye to Mori.

Weeks went pass in a blur. The two of you stayed in an underground facility, designed to house though without a home. Truthfully you could afford a house, but you didn't want to leave any paper trail behind for Mori to pick up and hunt you down from. You picked up community chores for some change every now and then, to blend in with the community and to pave your way to fulfilling Oda’s wish.

One day, as you were coming back from completing a task, you began to cough. It was normal for people to cough, especially considering the air underground wasn’t the best, but what came out of the cough is what surprised you. 

“What?” You stare at the petal in your hand. It’s small, a baby petal that didn't get to continue its growth. It came out of your mouth.

Questions flood your brain but you push them back, pocketing the petal out of sight.

When you enter your home, you see Dazai adorning a soft smile. 

“Hey. You seem happy. What’s the reason?”

Dazai hums. “Oh, I had a chat with someone today. I asked him if there are any job offers out there that can have us help people. He suggested a detective agency in Yokohama. It sounds like a nice place. And to top it off, they have a skilled business permit, which means free use of our abilities!”

You let out a breath of relief. “That’s great!”

“Though there is a slight problem with that.”

You tense up again.

“We have to remain undercover for another 2 years in order to clear our records. But he said he’d put a good word in for us.”

“Oh. I mean, at least it's something to look forward to!” You try to lighten up the mood. Walking up to the kitchen table, you take out the money you earned for the day. “We can do it, it’s not like we’ve been doing it for a few months anyway. What's another couple years for a clean slate?”

Dazai smiles. Your heart flutters at the sight. 

“That’s the spirit!” He walks to the door. “I’m going to take a stroll. Don’t stay up for me.” And with that, he's gone.

You take out the petal from your pocket, examining it further. 

“Why now?”

~~~TimeSkip~~~

You’re sitting at your desk, typing when Dazai approaches you. “What do you say we have a celebratory dinner for our acceptance into the agency? Just you and me.”

Your heart stammers, but you mask it with a playful smirk. “Dazai, are you asking me out on a date?”

Dazai chuckles. “Of course not!” Ouch. “I just want to celebrate the start of a new chapter in our lives!”

With a nod, you stand and follow him out the door. He ends up taking you to a small restaurant. Nothing too fancy.

As you gaze at the menu, wondering what to eat, you can't help but to flick your eyes up at Dazai, taking in his mesmerising features being lit up perfectly by the dim lighting of the restaurant. Unsurprisingly, he notices.

“Is there something on my face?” He questions.

You look up at him properly, a confused expression plastered on your face for a brief moment before it's replaced by a smile. “No. I’m just taking in how much you’ve changed in the years. You look more happy, natural, like you belong here.” You put down the menu. “I don’t know how to explain it. You’re… shining.”

Dazai stares blankly in silence, processing your words. He then barks out a laugh. “What flirtatious words!”

You didn't even intend them to come out that way, now you’re fighting a blush from forming on your cheeks. 

“I didn’t think I had changed that much.” He leans forward, elbows resting on the table and his face propped up by his hands. “Well I think you’ve changed as well. You’re not following any orders now, you aren’t a duckling who willingly follows its mother. You are paving your own path now, making your own choices.” His voice dips a bit lower. “You are becoming your own person, not the one people want you to be.”

Out of everything he could’ve possibly said, you weren’t expecting that. 

“You really think I changed that drastically?” You ask.

Dazai nods. “Back then, you followed me like a lost puppy. If Chuuya hadn’t taken up the mantle, I would’ve started calling you my dog.” You scoff at that. “You obeyed without question, a simple pawn in everyone else's game. Honestly, I didn’t think you would survive long on your own with me. I thought you would’ve continued listening to me without question. But you didn’t. You took initiative. You picked up a sword and started fighting your own battles. You became independent in such a short amount of time I was beginning to think you had been kidnapped and replaced by a doppelganger. But being in the agency, I’ve come to realise that you’ve grown up. You stepped up to the role you needed to take without any guidance. And for that, I’m proud of you.”

Tears shined against your eyes, and you were certain that Dazai could see them, but you fought them from sliding down your cheeks. You were speechless, trying to form any word of a sentence in your mind, but nothing came to. Your mouth was opening and closing like a fish.

Thankfully you weren’t left in embarrassing silence for long as the waiter came by to take your order. The two of you ordered your food and drinks before going back to silence. Although it still felt a bit tense for you, it was comfortable.

Dazai soon struck up conversation, discussing the details of his exam and his opinions of the agency’s members, going on an annoying tangent on Kunikida. 

When the food and drinks arrived, you dug in, enjoying the freshly prepared meal that wasn’t cheap nor was it expensive. It was a nice change from the food you endured the past couple of years. It was refreshing.

You were nearing the end of your meal before you started choking. You cough violently, covering your mouth quickly so as to not spit everywhere on the table. Dazai looked at you with concern. You wanted to assure him you were fine, but your stomach came to interrupt. 

Abruptly, you stood up and bolted for the bathroom, hand firmly clasped over your mouth. 

You slammed open the door, dashing into the nearest stall, barely being able to lock it before turning around and spilling the contents of your stomach into the toilet. You hover your head over the toilet for a few agonising minutes, gagging over the toilet with the occasional violent cough. Finally, you feel something in your throat give away and splutter into the bowl.

Having the time to breathe, you open your eyes, catching sight of the contents in the bowl. You’re accustomed to gross sights and things that make you question your sanity, but you weren't accustomed to the sight of the pristine petal laying gently on top of it all. 

It looked to be a bloomed petal, snowy white scattered with droplets of blood. It was beautiful yet dangerous. 

“What the hell is wrong with me?”

A frantic knock at the door sounds from the bathroom door before you hear it open. 

“Ma’am? Are you okay?” A female server asks. 

Without thinking twice, you flush the toilet. “I’m okay!” You stand up on shaky legs, using the sleeves of your shirt to wipe your mouth. You notice a swipe of blood appearing on the fabric and you quickly scrub at it, trying desperately to make it disappear.

“Are you sure? Your friend said you rushed off without warning. Are you feeling sick? I can call an ambulance-”

You open the door. “No need to be that dramatic. I’m fine, just a wave of nausea.”

The server looks at you with worry. “Has our food been cooked incorrectly? I am terribly sorry, I’ll inform the manager and give your meal for free-”

You rest your hand on the stressed servers’ shoulder, calming her. “No need to stress. I was feeling a bit nauseous before arriving, so I don’t believe it to be your food, I think I may have tried to force myself to eat too much.” It’s so natural to lie, yet it feels wrong to do so. But you don’t want anyone to worry about you.

The server nods timidly. “Well your friend is waiting outside the bathroom for you. He seems quite concerned for your health.”

“Thank you.” You bow slightly to her before taking your exit.

“(Y/n)! Are you okay?!” Dazai bombards you almost immediately, getting close to you yet also giving you some space. 

You sigh, a hand on your stomach as you fight the feeling of post-nausea. “I’m fine. I think I just tried eating too much.”

“You sure it wasn’t the restaurant's food?”

You shake your head. “I’m sure it wasn’t their fault. I’m not blaming them, their food was delicious, I think it’s just been simmering up all day. I might head off for the night, try to sleep it off.”

A few moments of silence pass. You can practically hear the gears in Dazai’s head turning, trying to decipher whether you're telling the truth. After what felt like ages, he relinquishes. 

“Okay then. Let’s get you home. I’ll tell Fukuzawa tomorrow morning that you aren’t feeling well. I’ll have him give you a couple sick days to recover.” He moves to your side, offering support and guiding you out of the restaurant where he calls a cab. 

You can’t focus for the rest of the night, you don't even notice when Dazai tucks you into bed and leaves you alone in your dorm. All you can think about is the white petal decorated with twinkles of fresh blood.

“What’s happening to me?”

~~~

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[spookyquill]

I was out of my house for longer then expected yesterday. But I’ll post it in a couple of hours I promise

May i request a ADA Dazai x ADA fem! Reader oneshot? (Hanahaki AU)

Where fem!reader have a pass together working in the PM as friends/ best friend, fem!reader usually hangout at the bar with ango and odasaku, fem! Reader so partner up with Dazai in mission bcz They work well together. They also escape together, when they were with odasaku in his death door.

At present time ADA Fem!reader realizes she likes Dazai, but she remember all the woman he play around with and how he never flirted with fem! Reader, so she never had the courage to confess, thingking she will be just like all the other girl that he just play around with.

She eventually had a hanahaki disease, but even with all the pain, she stays silent, she doesn't want to burden anyone with her problem. Fem! Reader also think it is enough being beside dazai, being his friend.

Pls make this into a oneshot and continue it, and make the ending comfort/ fluffy!

Thank you

this will be a mini series!

I plan to post the first part within the next 12 hours!

also im so sorry for the delay, life hasnt gotten busy, ive moved many times in the past couple years and feeling a bit lost within myself but im finally in a place where i can give myself some stability. hopefully

[spookyquill]

May i request a ADA Dazai x ADA fem! Reader oneshot? (Hanahaki AU)

Where fem!reader have a pass together working in the PM as friends/ best friend, fem!reader usually hangout at the bar with ango and odasaku, fem! Reader so partner up with Dazai in mission bcz They work well together. They also escape together, when they were with odasaku in his death door.

At present time ADA Fem!reader realizes she likes Dazai, but she remember all the woman he play around with and how he never flirted with fem! Reader, so she never had the courage to confess, thingking she will be just like all the other girl that he just play around with.

She eventually had a hanahaki disease, but even with all the pain, she stays silent, she doesn't want to burden anyone with her problem. Fem! Reader also think it is enough being beside dazai, being his friend.

Pls make this into a oneshot and continue it, and make the ending comfort/ fluffy!

Thank you

this will be a mini series!

I plan to post the first part within the next 12 hours!

also im so sorry for the delay, life hasnt gotten busy, ive moved many times in the past couple years and feeling a bit lost within myself but im finally in a place where i can give myself some stability. hopefully

[spookyquill]

Hi could I request and Chuuya x reader (gender neytral or female) with inexperienced reader? I don't mean the nsfw stuff (tho if you want to then its welcome) but like never been in any romantic relationship. And they feel a bit insecure cause what if Chuuya would feel dissapointed in them? Hurt/comfort bascially, feel free to ignore tho sbjdns have a nice day!

- it hurts sometimes to see happy couples on the street

- not that you and Chuuya weren’t happy, you loved each other a lot

- but sometimes you’d feel upset with yourself

- see, you hadn’t had any sort of romantic relationship in your life, ever. So when you started having a crush towards Chuuya, you weren’t quite sure how to act around him

- and when he approached you with his confession, you had to stand there in shock in front of him for a while, so long that he had started leaving. But thankfully you willed your body to hug him tightly, reciprocating his feelings

- you felt happy, fluttery, like you were constantly jittering. It was weird at first

- your first kiss with him was a bit awkward. You weren’t sure exactly what to do or how to match his rhythm. But he helped you practice plenty

- even with his gentle words and teachings, you were still insecure about yourself

- you couldn’t stop the thoughts that you weren’t enough for him, that you wouldn’t be able to meet his standards, that you were a failure as a partner

- it was eating you alive and Chuuya could see it

~•~

The door opens with a small squeak as Chuuya enters your apartment. “Hey, sorry I’m late. The boss had me look over some of the reports the new recruits made. They were awful at best. They all needed to be redone.”

He takes his coat off and hangs it on the coat rack, then slides his shoes off before trudging into the lounge room. He stops at the doorway, the sight of you staring blankly at your feet giving away your glum mood.

“(Y/n)?” Chuuya steps around the furniture and kneels in front of you. “Babe you okay?”

Your eyes focus on Chuuya for a split second. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

“No you’re not. I can see it on your face.” He could even hear it in your tone but he wasn’t going to mention that.

You turn away from him, face scrunching up as if your close to tears.

Chuuya gently cups your cheek, his gloved palm guiding you back to face him. “I can tell that something has been bothering you for a while. I don’t expect you to tell me now, but if there’s any way that I can help, please tell me. I don’t want to keep coming here and seeing you upset.”

It takes a few moments to process his words. You stare into his gentle blue eyes, his face showing concern. It doesn’t take long for tears to well up in your eyes.

“I’m not good enough.” Your lips wobble a bit as you speak.

Chuuya furrows his brows, confused. “What?”

“I-I’m not good enough for you. I don’t know what I’m doing or how to go about in a relationship. I see everyone out and about being relaxed and looking natural in their relationship but I’m here not even sure if I’m kissing you right. I don’t know if I’m good enough for you.”

“Okay wait. Hang on right there, not another word.” Chuuya speaks with such a stern voice it mildly scares you.

Tears cascade down you face, forcing you to close them in shame. Chuuyas hand disappears from your face for a moment. But it returns bare, his glove no longer being a barrier. His thumb caresses your cheek, wiping away the tears as they fall.

“You are enough for me. You’re more then enough. It’s okay to feel like your unsure about relationships. I’ll tell you a secret.” He leans closer to you, hooking his fingers underneath your chin, enticing you to open your eyes again to look at him. “I’ve never been in a relationship either.”

A few seconds of silence passes. “What?”

Chuuya nods. “Yeah. I mean I’ve had my on night flings but I’ve never been in a relationship. Never had someone to call mine.”

It was honestly shocking for you to hear him say it. “Really?”

Chuuya stands for a moment, moving to sit on the couch. He then drags your body over to his, letting you rest your head on his chest. “Yeah. I’ve never been in a committed relationship. Never found the right person. But now I have. I’m committed to you. I’m committed to learn with you.”

You nuzzle into his chest, hand gripping at his vest, crumpling it a little, not that he cares. “So I’m not a disappointment?”

Chuuya scoffs. “Of course but. I don’t think you’d ever disappoint me. I chose you because I love you. Not because I thought you’d bring something to me or give me anything. Not because I am attracted to you. Your personality, your looks, the way you speak kindly to others even if you know they’re criminals. All I ask is that you be you. You don’t need to change anything about you.”

His speech leaves you with a smile.

“Why don’t we order in and watch that favourite film of yours. We’ll just relax tonight.”

The night goes exactly like that. The two of you ending up with takeout surrounding you and movies playing on the tv.

~•~

Sorry for being absent for a while, been busy the past few weeks. But things should be settling back down now so I should be able to pump out some fics for you all

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