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✰ — WINNER TAKES IT ALL !

Sigma (Bungo Stray Dogs) x reader

When a smug gambling addict bets on you like you’re a prize to be won, Sigma accepts the challenge, wanting to prove him wrong. What starts as a simple poker game quickly turns into a tense showdown where pride, power, and something more personal are on the line. Every card drawn raises the stakes and Sigma didn’t come to play to disappoint you.

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It was another busy night in the Sky Casino. People were enjoying themselves and Sigma made sure to take note of all of them. He begins to walk around, the click of his high heels against the floor was barely heard over all the noise. He smiles and gives the occasional wave to his customers, making sure to keep up his appearance as general manager of the Sky Casino. His eyes wandered over all the tables and games, his eyes looking for someone in particular. You. You came into the Sky Casino quite frequently, always making sure to chat with him. He liked— no— loved— no— he wasn’t sure how he felt about you but he enjoyed your presence and seeing your face. His eyes kept darting around, eventually landing on you watching a game of poker. He made his way towards you, taking in a deep breath to prepare talking to you. He noticed a man, who seriously had a gambling addiction, had his arm wrapped around you and his other holding his cards. He noticed your uncomfortable expression and immediately didn’t like what was happening. He cleared his throat, catching the attention of the table.

“Enjoying yourselves?” He asked, looking at every individual at the table before his eyes landed on you, his eyebrow raising with a silent question, “Are you okay?”

He noticed everybody’s beat down expressions besides the man with his arm around you, his smile indicating he was the lucky winner at this table. Only him and another man were still playing, but he could tell that he was on the verge of losing. You looked to Sigma with an embarrassed expression, not even sure yourself how you managed to get in such a predicament.

“Oh, yeah,” The man with his arm around you smiled, the corner of his lips turning up in a smirk. “We’re doing just fine.”

Sigma knew this man came in nearly everyday, he was one of the highest contributors to the casino. He watched him beat his opponent with a full house.

“I’m gonna go get a drink,” the man who just lost mumbled, stepping away from the table and to the bar. Sigma moved out of his way, noting that the man drinks after a loss.

“You know,” The man let go of you to take a drink from his glass. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you play a game of poker,” He placed his glass down, a smile still present on his lips as he looked to Sigma. “Play against me, won’t you, Sigma?” His cockiness was evident in his voice. He’s full of himself, probably from his winning streak and the alcohol, Sigma figured as much.

“I appreciate the offer, but I don’t have any money on me for that—“

“Oh, money isn’t the main concern here.” The man chuckled, cutting Sigma off.

“Ah, my mistake,” His voice trailed off with slight confusion. The man who was the highest contributor not playing for just the money? His eyebrows knitted together as he said, “So, what exactly are you playing for?”

“For the lovely sight that’s sitting next to me, of course,” The man gestured to you, making you want to hide your face from Sigma. “The money is nice too.” The man laughed.

Sigma looked shocked before regaining his professional composure.

“I see,” he looked to you, not sure how he felt about you being the prize to be won at this table. He wanted to tell this guy off, tell him that this was unacceptable behavior at his casino, but he kept calm.

“And you wish to play against me?” He kept his eyes on you while talking to the man.

“I love a good challenge, I know you won’t disappoint.” The man said, his hands back on you.

Sigma pursed his lips, unsure of what to do. He could win and get you free from this man or lose and completely embarrass himself in front of you. He could picture the disappointed look on your face now, he couldn’t let that happen. He got an idea. He knew that telling this man off would do no good, he knew a character like his would continue his actions. So, he gave this man a chance to make a deal with him.

“I’ll play,” he paused, seriously thinking about his words and what he was doing. “but on one condition.”

“Name it.” The man said, leaning back in his chair, satisfied he got his way.

You on the other hand were completely shocked Sigma agreed to play to win, well, you. Your mouth was slightly agape, hoping the heat in your face wasn’t evident.

“If I win, you must never gamble with the hopes of winning someone again,” his words were sharp and firm, making sure to get it through this guys arrogant head. “If you win, you can continue gambling with what it is you please,” he tilted his head slightly, his tone shifting as he said, “do we have a deal?”

The man grins.

“It’s a deal.” He says, his eyes flicking towards you.

Sigma nods, taking the seat the man who left to go to the bar sat at.

Sigma takes the cards, shuffling them before distributing two cards face down to the both of them before placing the three community cards facing up on the table. He was somewhat confident in his playing abilities, but knowing you were watching caused him internal distress. He could feel your eyes on him as he took a look at his two cards. He had a nine of hearts and jack of clubs. It wasn’t great, but it wasn’t terrible either. The man looked at his cards as well before tossing a heavy stack of poker chips saying, “Fifty to open.” He looked to Sigma, intrigued of what he was going to say.

He decided to play it safe, so he decided on not raising. He instead said, “Call.” Before placing the same amount of poker chips.

The two of them looked at the community cards which were a queen of hearts, eight of hearts, and a ten of spades. His eyes flickered back to his cards, realizing he was one card away from a straight. Since two of the community cards were hearts, he possibly could pull a couple more to get something better.

“Seventy five more.” The man said, placing more poker chips.

Sigma matched the amount, keeping his face blank to not give anything away. He placed down the turn card, which was a king of diamonds.

The table now read: queen of hearts, ten of spades, eight of hearts, and now king of diamonds.

The king brought Sigma closer to a straight. If the ace dropped next, he could use his nine and jack which would give him a straight from nine to king. He noticed the man still kept his smirk present on his face. Sigma looked to you, not sure what to make of your expression.

“Bet a hundred.” The man said, his eyes piercing through Sigma’s.

Sigma thought for a moment before deciding his decision. The other people at the table looked intently at the two, enjoying the game since they weren’t the one playing it. Sigma pushed in all of his chips before saying,

“All in.”

The table had an audible reaction, as did you. He was going all in for this? You didn’t know whether to be concerned or flattered. The man chuckled, pushing in all of his chips as well.

“You’re on.” He grinned.

Sigma placed the final community card down, the river, which was an ace of hearts. The board was now: eight of hearts, ten of spades, queen of hearts, king of diamonds, and now ace of hearts. Sigma looked at his cards and the community cards. He could the nine, ten, jack, queen, and king for a five-card straight, but there was something else. Three of the cards were hearts, and he had a nine of hearts which made four hearts. His eyes flickered and his face contorted, checking again.

Eight of hearts, ten of spades, queen of hearts, ace of hearts..

He added his nine of hearts, which made four. He realized he was missing one card, which was the jack of hearts to get a straight flush. His lips pursed, looking up to see the man was laying down his hand.

“I think this is where it ends, casino manager.” He said in an arrogant tone, his hand having a jack of diamonds and nine of clubs.

The table collectively gasped, seeing as the man had a nine, ten, jack, queen, and king. A straight.

“Looks like lady luck is in favor of me and only me tonight.” The man said in a proud tone, his arm wrapping back around you. You were immediately saddened by this, you were really hoping Sigma would win and take you away from this. You sighed, at least he tried.

Sigma’s eyes were on you, seeing your sad face made him sad. He laid down his cards, the nine of hearts and the jack of clubs. Silence followed after he did this, but a voice at the table cut through the silence, saying the words before he could,

“Sigma wins! It’s a straight flush!”

The man’s mouth went agape, his face changing to confusion and anger as he shouted,

“I had the straight! He had the same damn cards!”

“You did have a straight. I have a straight flush, five cards in sequence, all the same suit. Nine through king, all hearts.” Sigma explained, collecting the chips, before standing up and offering an arm to you, who was also in shock by his win. You took his arm, linking with him as you stood up. The man was still furious from his loss, his eyes twitching.

Before leaving, Sigma looked to the man, saying,

“Good game,” he smiled, before saying “remember our deal.” His tone had an underlying warning.

You smiled at him, he smiled at you before beginning to walk to away from the table and outside the casino.

He took you out to see the view, but also enjoying having you close.

“That was amazing.” You said to him, happier than ever that he won.

“Thank you.” He said, feeling a bit flushed.

He took a look at his watch, saying, “Shouldn’t you get going now? You’re here later than usual.” He looked to you, his pinkish eyes squinted in a concerned way.

Your smile grew wider, you liked how much he cared about the people who visited the casino.

“I think I can make an exception.” You said, putting your other hand on his arm before looking at the night sky, the stars twinkling above the two of you.

He felt his face grow a bit hotter from your words and touch, not used to this kind of attention.

“I—I didn’t win that game because I thought you were a prize to be won, I did it so that man wouldn’t continue gambling like that—“

“I know.” You looked back to him, kissing his cheek.

He didn’t expect that.

His face changed to many different shades of pink, his words stumbling before he managed to say, “I was just making sure you knew.” He said, only in a voice you could hear.

He was much too shy to actually kiss you now, no matter how much he wanted to. You wanted to laugh at his starstruck expression but kept it to yourself before leaning on his shoulder, looking at the starry sky once more with him. You wanted this to happen every night, and so did he. But for now, you silently enjoyed the view and so did he. The difference between the two of you was that you were looking into the night’s view, he only looked at you. The best view of the night.

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Two is better than one

PM!Dazai x Reader

cw! suicide and smoking

It was a dark evening in Yokohama, the sun hidden behind the thick clouds that created a dark greyish blue hue all over. There was a light fog drifting down the dimly lit bridge you and Dazai walked upon, the ground slightly damp from the rain earlier that day.

You and Dazai had completed another mission together swiftly, like most of the missions you were assigned together. As much as Dazai liked quick missions, he hated only having a short amount of time with you. It was almost laughable how much he had taken a confusing liking to you, but he would never admit to it. He sighed, the clicking of his and your shoes with the soft blow of the wind was the only sound between the two of you. His eyes glanced towards the water beneath the bridge, taking this opportunity to talk to you.

“Say,” His voice drawled out, a smile tugging at his lips.

“If i jumped, wouldn’t that be a beautiful suicide?” He said, stopping in his tracks to get a better look over at the water.

You stopped with him, fighting the urge to roll your eyes from him, once again, talking about killing himself.

“Your only audience would be me, are you sure that’s how you wanna go out?” You joked, your eyebrow raising. You had always wondered why he had such an obsession with wanting to commit suicide and probably everyone else who encountered him. He had such a mysterious appeal that drew you closer to him. In a way, it was like a game of trying to decode him and he was more than happy to watch you try. He liked watching you assess all his words and his every move. Above all, he liked your attention. Whether you were getting closer or farther to figuring him out was something you could only wonder.

He looked to you, a smile present on his face as he said, “You could join me.”

Your eyes squinted in a questioning way. Join him? As in a double suicide? He laughed at your puzzled expression, his words and gaze seemingly softening, which was a stark contrast to his cold, dark demeanor during their mission.

“C’mon,” he gestured his hand for you to come be by him. “All it takes is just one jump.” His shoulders slightly shrugged, causing his jacket to make a rustling sound.

“You must be crazy if you think I’ll do that!” He expected you to say, “No way, you suicidal maniac!” Another hypothesis of what words were about to come out of your mouth.

“If you insist.” You simply said, watching how his playful expression turned to one of complete surprise.

“You mean it?” His eyebrow raised, his tone shifting. This was an unusual response for him, you knew that. He normally was excited to die, but hearing it from you? He just couldn’t believe it.

You knew all that you do for the mafia was pointless. Everything that led you here was pointless. You were stuck with this life, and you wanted out. Although, you never would actually do it yourself, but with Dazai offering an outstretched hand to you? You were all in.

You nodded your head, feeling your thoughts fade into nothing. Your body stepped forward for you, hopping over the railing of the bridge. Dazai followed after you, his expression unreadable. You both looked down at the dark water below as it quietly flowed downstream. The wind grew louder, causing your hair to get in your eyes. You reached to fix it, but felt a cold calloused hand already doing it. You looked at him, confused. You could’ve swore you saw something in his eyes change with the way he was looking at you, it was so different to what you were used to seeing. It was like he was looking at something precious. He opened his mouth to say something, but changed his mind. He instead said, “One last smoke before we go?”

You internally rolled your eyes, but you said a simple “why not?” Before watching him reach for his pack of cigarettes in his jacket. He pulled the box out, opening it and seeing only one left. He grabbed his lighter, lighting the cigarette before taking a drag of it. You watched the smoke cloud billow out of his mouth like a freight train through a small town. He handed the cigarette to you, letting you take a drag. While you did, he kept his eyes on you. You blew out the smoke, watching it disappear in front of you. You handed it back to him before looking back down at the water.

“I think I’ll finish this off.” He smiled annoyingly, placing the cigarette in between his lips.

You looked back up to him, saying, “That’s not fair.” You became annoyed by his selfishness.

“Oh, yeah?” He said, blowing the smoke in your face, causing you to shut your eyes in frustration. “What’re you gonna do about it?” He asked in a low voice, as if daring you to do something. He put the cigarette back between his lips, taking in the smoke.

You took in the sight of him, knowing the last few minutes of your life was going to be of him and his antics. You thought deeper for a moment, every interaction the two of you had together that led up to this moment. Out of all the people in the world, Dazai wanted to commit the most special act to him with you. You watched as his hair slightly flowed in the wind, his bandaged face and every minor detail on it, his everyday outfit, you took him all in. He noticed. You were going to die tonight. He was going to die tonight. You two were going to die together. Your thoughts and every ounce of hesitation you ever felt was gone as you told yourself in your head, “I’m going to die tonight with Osamu Dazai.” You wanted, at least for second, for him to know how you felt. For him to feel just how much you wanted him, how much you’ve pined for him because you knew the two of you could never work. Falling in love in this line of work is a fools game, you knew that. But none of that mattered anymore. You two were so, so close to each other right now. The closest you two have ever been. Your arm brushed against his jacket, the tension building up in between the two of you. As he took the cigarette out of his mouth, you said,

“I’ll get it from you.” You leaned in and kissed him, his lips parting slightly in a gasp as the smoke went into your mouth. His eyes went wide, his body suddenly went stiff, this was what he wanted, but not what he expected. He quickly composed himself, kissing you back and exhaling the rest of the smoke back into your mouth. You groaned slightly, breathing out the smoke so you could kiss him, just him. He dropped the cigarette so that his hands could go to the side of your face and your back, making sure you wouldn’t slip away from his grasp. His hands slowly touched you, wanting to remember how you felt before the two of you plummeted to your death. You felt his hands grip onto you, not in a harsh way, but in a way that made you feel secure. You felt his bandages on your face, leaning into the touch. Your hands went to his chest and his hair, running your fingers through it. He pulled you in closer so that there was no space between the two of you, which made you feel like time stopped just for this moment. He tried to pull away but you didn’t let him. You gripped onto him, taking in this kiss. He figured he might as well match your energy, his hands grabbing you tightly. You felt a tear fall down your face. Everything pointless in your life suddenly felt like nothing as his lips continuously searched and crashed into yours. All the hurt you felt fell with that tear as it dropped to the both of your feet. You took a step back and he immediately stepped too, holding onto you more desperately knowing what was about to occur in the next few seconds. You gripped onto his jacket, feeling yourself take a step off the bridge and him following your moves. You and him were holding each other as you fell to the cold, unforgiving water which would lead to your death. You felt your hair move wildly from the wind, hitting against your face. The kiss was searing with passion, the both of you wanting to continue kissing even when you made it into the afterlife. The two of you were seconds away from hitting the water so you pulled away slightly, wanting him to be the last thing you saw. He looked at you too, taking in your very essence before eventually crashing into the water.

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Dazai washed up somewhere, eventually waking up and coughing immediately. He felt the sun beat down on his face, sighing as he realized he had unfortunately survived yet another suicide attempt. He dragged himself back to work later that day, the only thought in his mind was you. Did you survive too? That was the reoccurring question in his head.

Days turned into a week and he was restless, constantly hoping you would show up one day with a cigarette in your hand so you could kiss like the two of you did for the first time. To fill in the void, he began to smoke more frequently, the feeling reminding him of you. When he was off work he would visit the same bridge, hoping to see you.

A week turned into a month and still no sign of you. He knew you had died. The only comfort to him was constantly replying that night start to finish. For a moment, he was yours and you were his. That helped him sleep at night. He paid his respects when he went to the bridge and would sometimes talk to you, telling you all the times he remembered when he kept his feelings for you a secret.

One night after visiting the bridge, he walked silently. The only sound was the click of his shoes and his shoes only, the sound of the soft blow of the wind passing him. He vowed that very night to find a beautiful woman to commit suicide with, and once he did find that woman, he would light a cigarette and kiss her before leading them to their death. He would keep his eyes closed and kiss her, not even daring to open them. He would picture the woman he was kissing was you. Only you. He hoped that if he did, he would wake up in the afterlife kissing you, just like that night.