#dazai drabble

[chocsra]

✧ you stir away from dazai's embrace when…

he pulls away softly, exhaling gently as he gazed over your disturbed face and overly relaxed body. burying your face into the junction of his bandaged neck further.

"[y/n].." the brunette feigned a chuckle and stroked your velvety locks to capture your undivided attention, "[y/n]." dazai whispered, the slightest smile appearing on his usually cryptic features. but you further concluded through a hazy gaze, that his smile, usually concealed with a layer of deceit, was ever so genuine. "hmm?" you smiled back, a subdued groan pulling from your chest as you stretch your limbs, arms quickly encircling back to hugging his slim waist. "i wanna show you something.." he murmurs, lips placed on the top of your head with a pout. raising a brow at your boyfriend's proposal, you lift your gaze to his umber eyes.

"my bandages." dazai fiddles with his fingers almost awkwardly, grazing over the rougher texture of the bandages; a rather different approach compared to his skin. "what about them?" you question, reckoning to leave his turbulent concerns and just bury yourself back into his chest. the young detective huffs out a frustrated sigh; almost childishly, annoyed that you were completely fine with his bandaged limbs and didn't get what he wanted.

"off. i think i wanna take them off." —a phenomenon you would've never thought dazai osamu would ever allow to, especially suggest. you slowly nod, your fingers grazing over his knuckles, "you sure?" dazai liked the texture of bandages, it hid his skin, what laid underneath, and the texture was just.. comforting. a proud pleasure of his the detective never tried to hide; the shielding feeling of bandages. the brunette seemed nervous, almost terrified that he was going to let this go right now. dazai figured that if you were going to be with him, you should be with all of him. "mhm, i.. i wanna feel you forreal."

and so, carefully, he unwrapped the bandages off his fingers, then his arms, then his neck. and soon, the brunette sheepishly bared all of him to you—his version of all of him, at least.

dazai.. no, osamu, took this time to run his bare fingers through your silken hair. lips parting ever so softly as a pink blush tinted his cheeks, unfamiliar to this stricken feeling of just you. the detective giggles softly at your lovestruck smile, admiring such a rare and beautiful sight. osamu reached beneath your shirt, hands ghosting over your waist delicately, pulling you in closer for his fingers to stop and caress your lower back. you happily conceal your face into his bare neck again, intaking the soft scent of alcohol and fresh laundry. when your lips are pressed against his neck, dazai stirs and giggles faintly, moving his arms into encircling your shoulders, pulling you close to just card his fingers through your hair. intake your delightful and familiar scent, and giggle at each other's intimate vulnerability.

during a night such as this, being completely vulnerable to each other was rare, but you'd continue to bask in it for many nights, evenings, and days to come.

w/c: 524

✧ chocsra™

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

TW: Ass spanking, Dazai harassment, reposted since I accidentally deleted the original post😭

"I'm not exactly sure if I wanna have this conversation with you"

Standing in front of the desk, DAZAI chuckled as he leaned over to have a bigger influence on his coworker. Mischief was sparkling in his hazel eyes, and the smile he had on was known to be a symbol of his goofiness.

"You see Kunikida, I'm just sad for all the things you're missing out on"

Kunikida didn't even raise his head to look at him. He merely kept typing his —actually Dazai's— report while postponing beating the shit out of him, partly for the report and partly for the sake of their current conversation. Regardless of his lack of interest, Dazai joyfully continued rambling in his ear about women.

"If there's one thing I find tolerable in this dull, unamusing world, it's definitely the ladies. Ah, when my eyes fall on their enchanting faces and they smile at me, the pleasure is like sucking the soul out of my restless frame"

"...That doesn't sound healthy or charming at all, Dazai"

"You don't get it!" The brunet dramatically shook his head to the side. "I guess you never will, until you fall in the grasp of their delicate arms, and taste their sweet chap stick"

"If you don't shut up I will smack you with this laptop"

"Ah the second your lips lock, she softly hums and loses herself into you, hands travelling on your neck to your earlobe, And you only sigh and softly bite her bottom lip. And then my favorite part, which is when you gently lower your hands on his waist and squeeze her—"

Slap!

Suddenly, silence was the loudest thing in the room instead of his partner's voice, and this uncalled for event made Kunikida look up to see what caused this enjoyable occurrence, only to be met with Dazai's dumbfounded expression and widened eyes pointing at you, who was standing behind him, holding your hand with an irritated face.

"Ouch! That hurt! Your thin ass is just bones ain't it?"

Dazai was still lost for words, speechlessly looking back at you. You on the other hand, simply rolled your eyes and walked away. "Huh! I guess you really are just an asshole. You bony ass better not have broken my fucking hand"

Nobody spoke for a minute. The man put an arm on his ass and tried to figure out what the hell had just happened, when he heard the blonde's teasing voice.

"I think you should start saving for a butt implant"

[voidcat]

— a gallery

characters: Dazai Osamu, you, mentions of various bsd characters but mostly dazai focused

song: always forever by cults

notes: idek, another niche analysis type of dazai drabble. If u know u know… it’s 2am and I’m tired

The realization dawns upon Dazai Osamu on a mundane tuesday, as any other revelation regarding himself does.

Not a lightning struck down his back, no hairs jolting up from the shock, no tiny caricature icons popping up in his head with a loud ‘eureka!’.

No, it happens so ungracefully, so mundane and ordinary- like any other human would realize in a moment that they’re hungry.

A growl coming from the stomach, loud enough to ring in their ears: “huh, I must be hungry.” And they don’t even bother to recall when was the last time they ate anything of note.

Picture the most ordinary tuesday possible, at a metro station crowded as ever, nothing sticking out, just people in their daily rush and silence, ever following the unspoken ethics and moral codes, not even a strand of hair dangles out of order.

In a day like any, sitting on the benches, one foot swinging ever so slightly, Dazai Osamu thinks to himself: “I like collecting people, huh.”

And the punchline that should await at the end never arrives, followed by no moment of surprise.

Perhaps it’s because he has been aware of the notion for a long while now, deciding to word it out in his mind, into existence, finally accepting the existence of another child of secret.

All those interesting and challenging, those few that can be useful, those that provide a good run for his money- or for his mind—

His little galleria, natural museum of freaks and eccentrics, his little archive of situations-to-come and points-to-reach.

Maybe the truth is so far from startling because he has known for a while- back when he first noticed the signs; how his interest piques at times, toward certain people— thus he searches to chase that high, sink in his claws slowly but steadily, provide a feeling of vulnerability and trust, a picture perfect painting of an open book he becomes to the outer eye; known only by few who can connect the dots and see the bigger scenery that he is farthest away from that; an open book, people think, when its been locked tight, key smashed into pieces and throwing into the running stream.

Give him that rush of adrenaline once and he will chase and chase, make you feel the most important in the world for a while- or just overwhelmed, depending on his current status in your eyes; keep it up, toy and play until he grows bored and pulls away abruptly one day.

Another train passes by swiftly as his coat shivers by the current.

Leave as quick as he came into your life, your daily routine, the effect leaving a space difficult to fill in its absence.

Collect and keep each and every in his pocket, or in a locket if he fancies the situation. Create the illusion of something twisted and beautiful, spontaneous and so beautiful, only for the ugly truth to surface when it’s already too late and you’ve served the purpose he has intended for you since the very first meeting of the eyes.

To fill a void that’s been in with him since he can remember, a joker card, or just a meeting of the minds, an instant click— all kinds of purposes he collects, one by one he picks with the overcrowding fear and realization that it can be as quick that he loses, drives people away or himself. Close enough to touch but keep at an arms length- resort when he deems necessary, when the loneliness becomes unbearable, when the situation requires a third intervention from the sidelines.

Another train passes in a hurry as heels of someone echoes in the station, one last attempt to catch it, that next 10 minutes too precious for a wait.

Always a collector, back when in the mafia, even now still in the agency.

The wild card of red saved for delicate situations that require the brute, the sharp card of black with red lining tucked in the back but an eye always kept, beige card comes out more often than not.

Like a collector, he takes out the file and examines the cards one by one, simply because he can; watch how the tiger squirms and shies away, still doing as he asks; the waitresses huff and swing their notebooks his way, not accounting for his speed of dodge; some don’t respond, those cards remain without a sound and without a shine in their eyes; some give him that delicious attention he seeks, the devotion and focus he enjoys, how you look at him with big eyes, laugh, joke back or just sigh and roll your eyes away.

His ever growing personal collection, worse than the dragon’s perhaps; his purposes leaning more on the selfish, primal desires. All the while ignoring their one common purpose, how each and every is a back up, a just-in-case; why should he admit? When he always surrounds himself with just the right amount of people with the proper amount of interactions.

The air begins to chill as the sky changes its shades, trains never once stopping, stream of people never ending. Someone near him stands with ear phones plugged in, doing a poor job of filtering the sound of whatever it is they’re listening. The sound of drum rolls increase with each beat, each breath, his eyes remain cast on the moving shades.

And so Dazai Osamu continues to collect people, always ignoring the rapidly growing solitude within himself, the storm of melancholy that rages in himself, that void deep and dark— destructive enough like a black hole, always taking and taking, never taking a second for a pause, for a breath.

[sonder-paradise]

𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐲 — 𝐁𝐒𝐃 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

◊ characters. akutagawa, oda, dazai, gn!reader

◊ genre. angst to fluff?

— 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚

he swears it’s fine. the world beneath doesn’t feel like it’s crumbling at all and he swears his stomach his churning wildly. he can’t remember the last time he ate something substantial. akutagawa struggles to come to his senses and for a moment he pretends he isn’t about to collapse both mentally and physically.

you watch him carefully, staring at him as if he were ab immortalized art piece in a museum. “ryuu… you’re gonna be okay,” you murmured, reaching over to caress his misshapen hair and stroke his face.

akutagawa stares at you with wide eyes before, and for a very small second, you see glistening tears creeping into his tired eyes. and the next thing you know, he’s in your arms. you hold him tightly and promise not to let go. you can’t tell whether or not he’s crying anymore but you hug him as tight as he’ll allow.

— 𝐎𝐝𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

he leans against the wooden doorway, watching the little ones sleep against the pale moonlight. his eyes scan their beloved features and he thinks about the path he must take for their futures. they and you are his everything and his whole world. how young they seem in comparison to himself. oda shuts the door, wandering into your presence where you observe him fondly.

“what’s wrong, my love?” you whisper and he feels his facade crumble ever so slightly. the weight of the world gently descending in slow motion and suddenly oda’s in your arms. whatever it was he needed, you held him tightly, allowing him to be a little vulnerable.

oda clutches onto your shirt, holding you just as tight. the pleasantries of the evening now waning into nothing but a warm and twisting sort of sickly feeling. he murmurs a quiet thanks and you reciprocate it with a gentle squeeze.

— 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢

he feels sick. he doesn’t know how much it shows on his face when he comes in late and receives another reprimanding. nor does he notice how unfocused he appears whilst gazing into the golden liquid in his glass. he smells of alcohol and canned crab. you can see it all unraveling in front of you and perhaps that’s your own breaking point.

dazai lays there, staring at the ceiling and thinking about… there’s really nothing for him to think about honestly. he just feels disgustingly neutral. that’s when you peer over him with a soft smile that has his stomach reeling again. you look at him with a delicate love that no one has ever stared at him before with. “osamu… ready to go home?”

and as dazai looks up at you, he finds his eyes grow a little glassy. your form begins to waver and tears cloud his vision. that’s when you hurriedly hug him, pressing him into your chest and shushing him as he clutches onto the back of your shirt and muffling his emotions in the crook of your neck.

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[blake-elladonna]

Found family

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟔𝟕

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟓𝟎 𝐬𝐞𝐜.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Due to a special visitor, Dazai reminisces about his past.

“Huh,” Dazai’s fingertip pressed the kitten’s nose, causing their canines to sink into his skin. You grimaced at Dazai’s lack of reaction. “He thinks he’s feisty. Kind of like a certain red head I knew.”

“You’re seriously going to let him bite you like that?” You laugh, crouching down with the help of the grave stone beside you. “I thought you didn’t like pain?” The kitten’s mew relaxed your face and you heard a chuckle in response. He’s smiling?

“Oh, I absolutely hate it.” Dazai said. His fingers combing through their patched fur. “But come on, for this little guy? How could I resist?“ He closed his eyes with a smile, and you light-heartedly smiled back.

“How about we keep him then? You know, in honor of his memory. He always said to protect the less fortune, right?” You asked. You watched the kitten pouncing to catch Dazai’s index in their paws. “How about you name him?”

With a long silence, Dazai went into deep thought. Then he spoke. “Curry.”

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𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

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[oddaesthetin]

“are you sure this is your only request?”

the bandaged guy beside you laughed. a genuine one, which for others is rare. “yes. this is already everything.”

you sighed and poured him another glass of whiskey. you two sat in peace at the small bar area of your apartment, letting the sound of the tv consume the cold air.

“i could’ve prepared something a lot more joyful than this tho.” you muttered again with a small pout.

“to sit here and have a drink with you in a cozy and intimate is already a dream come true to me.” he tilted his head and smiled at you. “let’s do this again next year.”

you almost held your breath at the last statement.

he just made a plan. a subtle promise.

he always tells you how you’ve helped him grow and still grow. he always says his thank yous, although in ways normal people would not understand, on how you serve as his light—his moral compass. he said it baffled him, too, but it’s peaceful. and up until this moment, it still amazes you how far he’d come and change.

to think that one day you’d hear something like this from dazai’s mouth, truly something the previous you would not expect.

hopeful and expectant. the things you’re slowly starting to see in his eyes again.

you awoke from your thoughts and smiled at him, picked up your glass and raised it.

“to more birthdays together.”

[kruven]

— your boyfriend comes back home after 2 years.

"Little do you know, how im breakin' while you fall asleep."

You looked at his sleeping figure, grief overcoming you and eyes stained with tears. You wished you haven't opened the door. You wished you would have let him get wet in the rain. The pitter patter of raindrops which were soothing once, now feel suffocating.

"Little do you know, I'm still haunted by the memories."

You felt like screaming at him. What was he doing? Coming back? After leaving for 2 years? You remembered, how he hugged you just before leaving.

"Little do you know, I'm tryna' pick myself up piece by piece."

You wished to forgive him. To hug him. To run your fingers through his hair. But yet at the same time you wished to never see his face ever again. You loved him.

"Little do you know, I need a little more time."

You cannot love him. You cannot, cannot, you just cannot. He doesn't deserve it! If you would ever love him, it would be in another life! Not now! Not in this life! But yet your heart aches for him. Time. Time heals all the wounds, they say. Maybe you just needed time?

"Underneath it all, I'm held captive by the hole inside."

Closing the door, you let yourself slide down from behind. Tears threatening to pour out anytime. Leaning your head back, you stared at the ceiling. Vision was fuzzy because of tears.

"I've been holding back, for the fear you might change your mind."

You didn't know. You were surprised yourself when he came back. If you interrupt will he leave you? Tears silently falling, the pitter patter of raindrops increasing, as if the sky was letting you cry out.

"I'm ready to forgive you, but forgettin' is a harder fight."

Maybe you could forgive him? No no no! Even if you do, how could you ever forget? It will keep eating you up from inside.

"Little do you know, I need a little more time."

A small part of you hoped that you would wake up. And it all would be a bad dream. He would never be here. Everything would have just been a fleeting dream. A pathetic lie.

"I'll wait, I'll wait, I love you like you've never felt the pain."

He looked miserable, he was worried. All the mistakes he made. He wanted to try, at least try to make it up to you. He knew he didn't deserve it.

"I'll wait, I promise you don't have to be afraid."

He wanted to say he was shocked. You looked at him with so much disgust and yet you were worried. He could see it in your eyes. No, he could feel it too. You were worried for him, a being he is not even himself sure of.

"I'll wait, Love is here and here to stay."

He was ready to get the door slammed on his face. But instead you let him in. He knew you were angry. None of you spoke, the silence was suffocating, nor the pitter patter of rain you both enjoyed together would be enough to distract him

"So lay your head on me."

He wanted you to break the silence. At least even look at him. Even if it's a look of disgust.

"Little do you know, I know you're hurt while I'm sound asleep."

He could feel your gaze, from the couch he was sleeping on. He knows you wished you didn't open the door for him.

"Little do you know, all my mistakes are slowly drownin' me."

He closed his eyes. He wanted to close his eyes forever and sleep. He frowned, he didn't wanted to leave you. But that was inveitable. He hated how everytime he closed his eyes, his brain would get clouded with all the mistakes he committed.

"I'm tryna' make it better piece by piece."

He is trying. He is trying to make everything better. He will listen to Odasaku's wishes and do everything he can to make it up. Which he doubts, he doesn't think it will happen. He is not a good person.

"Little do you know, I love you 'til the sun dies."

He couldn't stop missing you. While in underground, he thought he will forget about you. And bear it himself so you won't have to go through the pain of seeing him again. But that's not what he did. If there was someone else in your place will he forget about them?

"Oh wait, just wait, I'll love you like I've never felt the pain."

He would apologise. Not in the childish way he does, but from bottom of his heart. And he will hope that you forgive him.

"Just wait, I'll love you like I've never been afraid."

He stood up. He can leave forever now. But why? Why were his legs stuck in one place? It's not like he hasn't left anyone behind. Then why does his heart ache for you? Letting out a 'tch' he sat on the couch, staring at the door in front of him. He knows you were there.

"Just wait, our love is here, and here to stay."

You stood up, rubbing you eyes to see clearly, you walked to kitchen counter to get a glass of water. Will it help to calm you down? Your glanced at the kitchen sink which was a mess. Maybe you can clean it to distract yourself? A knife caught your attention. No no no no no no! Don't! A hand grabbed your wrist, spinning you around, you were met face first with a scent of the cheap cologne, which you bought for him once. Your eyes widened, why is he inside? you locked the door didn't you? You tried to shove him away, but his grip was stronger.

"So lay your head on me."

He heard you moving, he stood up and walked towards the door, and tried to open it. It was locked. No problem he can always open a locked door. Quietly he opened it, and panic surged in him. He saw you walking towards the knife. Quickly he ran and grasped your wrist, spinning you around he hugged you. He felt you try and shoving him away but he wrapped his arms tighter around you.

"I'll wait, (I'll wait) I'll wait, (I'll wait), I'll love you like you've never felt the pain."

He burried his face in your hair, whiffing the scent. He could still feel you trying to break free from his hold. It honestly broke his heart. Will you leave him like he did?

"I'll wait, (I'll wait), I promise you don't have to be afraid."

You kept trying to push him away, but he didn't budge. Tears welling up in your eyes again. You were close to pour out again.

"I'll wait, love his here and here to stay."

You gave up on pushing him away, as he didn't budged. You let me hug you, it didn't feel suffocating. On instinct you wrapped youe arms around him, and let yourself feel a little bit of comfort. How can you leave him, now?

"So lay your head on me."

You couldn't bear it anymore, you needed to let those tears out. You gripped him tighter and let yourself breakdown. Maybe you can love him again?

"Lay your head on me."

He pulled you closer to him. Eyes closing he felt you relax under him. Inhaling a deep breath he held you as you were breaking down. Exhaling he hoped you won't leave him? He will come back always. He promises to you! He would not leave ever again.

"So lay your head on me."

You stopped crying and his grip on you loosened. He looked at you, eyes softening. He smiled softly and kissed the top of your head.

"'Cause little do you know, I-"

He said, and took your hands in his. You smiled, you know what he is saying. Something both of you came up one day.

"-I love you 'til the sun dies."

You completed, grinning you wrapped your arms around him and he did the same.

When two remaining puzzle pieces meet, the scenery you are making, becomes complete and doesn't it look beautiful?

[oujishi]

WHAT WOULD BSD CHARACTERS DO FOR DATES?

ft. akutagawa. chuuya. dazai.

AKUTAGAWA

antiquing, libraries/bookstores, art galleries 

Dates with aku are always calming, they're always quite quiet which makes them pretty peaceful. When you too go to bookstores your favourite thing to do is  to pick out books for each other 

CHUUYA

shopping, expensive restaurant 

Would definitely do something expensive for you. He always takes you to the most fancy places he could find, also makes sure to reserve the best seat near the window so you can both look out to the view.

DAZAI

bike ride, picnic date, cafe 

Honestly, dates with Dazai can be nearly anything, these are just a few ideas. Dates with him are usually pretty chill but still super fun. Also btw he always gets you a big bouquet of flowers <33

i’ll probably make a part two with some more characters soon idk

[underthetree845]

Drabble F/o Imagines

Working together in comfortable silence, the scratching of your pens on paper and the clicking of your keyboards.

They sigh, leaning back in their chair and stretching with their arms behind their head, then allowing their elbows to drape over the back of their chair as their eyes languidly scan the room.

Their eyes settling on your hand resting atop the wood of your desk, unmoving, looking like it needs to have theirs in it.

Them gently tapping on a few of your fingers in a pattern, causing you to look up at them with an attentive smile and a gentle tilt of your head.

They seize the opportunity to take your hand into theirs gingerly, intertwining your fingers and making sure no one is looking before pressing a sweet kiss to your knuckles.

The action making your heart jump, you’re about to pull your hand away when they squeeze it a little tighter.

“Carry on, I’m not even here.”

Their focus shifts back to your hand as they lower it onto their desk and remove your fingers from being interlocked with theirs one by one.

You pause before continuing your report with a new flutter in your chest.

One of their hands rests on your pulse point and holds your thumb while the other gently guides your fingers to tap the tips together, making little O shapes.

Them finishing with that and taking to tracing the lines on your palm with their index finger, admiring every crease and curve as if it were a work of art.

Them leaning down and pressing their cheek into your hand, a warm feeling intoxicating their mind as they allow themselves to relax.

Typing one-handed as they rest on your hand, not having the heart to wake them up.

Osamu Dazai, Edogawa Ranpo, Armin Arlert, Ejiro Kirishima, and anyone else whom you think would fit. (mention in the tags/comments?) (I am completely open for suggestions on who to add!)

[sleepyghostuwu]

Dazai Headcanons: your friend is just......(ノಠ_ಠ)ノ?!!

Finally, more Dazai content! This is just me going to have lots of fun indirectly picking on an ex-friend of mine because long story short: she wasn't being a decent human being to me. (¬_¬) Anyway, enjoy reading~

Tw: mentions of horrible, toxic friends that may/may not give you the urge to strangle them at the thought of them

Let me summarise how this friend of yours treats you in this scenario:

They're the kind of person who will bring you and a bunch of other friends and then deliberately act as if you were never there for the entire duration.

They're the kind of person who will subtly make fun of you in front of people and gossip about you behind your back, the same treatment they give to others as well.

And there's the cherry on top: you can't leave this friend of yours because that ticking time bomb of a person will not hesitate to deliver very brutal blows at your feelings for that, therefore you have no choice but to deal with said person. How fun!

Anyhoo, on with the story-

Your friend invited you out for dinner and allowed you to bring someone else with you for company.

After much pestering from your man's side and also because of the sense of security he gives you, you decided to let Dazai tag along.

When Dazai first met your friend, he did sense that something was off about them, but he couldn't really get why you stiffened at their presence and even clutched his hand tighter at the sight of them.

Boy, was he in for a discovery ride.

The man was lowkey annoyed at your friend for persistently talking to him instead of you. Yes, he may be selfish and would gladly take all your attention for himself, but that's reserved for romantic cases. Platonic cases, however, were another thing. After all, they asked you to hang out with them, not him.

So why weren't you getting the platonic attention you came for?

An increasingly irritated Dazai watched as you silently ate your food, not bothering to chip into the conversation even once. It bothered him to see you meekly accept such a fate.

Because of this, Dazai often brought up topics he knew you were going to be interested in and even did so in a way that would make you reply.

What really ticked him off was how you were conveniently teased by your friend when you were involved in their conversations.

When Dazai asked them why they weren't talking to you, they laughed it off with, "Oh, (y/n) is just that awkward. You should've seen them when they went out with my other friends. They really can't stop themselves from being embarrassed in front of others. Am I right, (y/n)?"

"HAHA...ha...yeah, that was pretty funny..." (ಠ⌣ಠ)

Underneath his surprised face, Dazai is just horrified by your response. How long have you been putting up with that pathetic excuse of a friend?

Heck, how did you even manage to find such a terrible person in your life in the first place?

The man just couldn't tolerate that friend of yours anymore, so-

"Oh, (y/n), I just got a text from your mother telling you that you needed to come home for an urgent family matter. She had to text me because you weren't responding to your messages."

"Wha- how did you even- oh crap..."

You swiftly got up from your seat. Casting a not-so apologetic smile at your friend, you bid them goodbye before rushing out of the restaurant with Dazai.

Unknown to you, before leaving your friend's hindsight, your man gave them a murderous smile

When you were far enough from the restaurant, you anxiously asked him about your family only to see a cheeky grin form on his face.

"Don't worry, (y/n). Your family's alright. And I don't have your mother's number. Haha! I got you so badly, didn't I?"

"Oh thank god- wait, then...what was that for?"

"For you, of course!" Dazai smiled. "I wouldn't leave my precious belladonna to rot before such a disgrace of a living thing."

Before your mouth could automatically defend your friend's actions, Dazai leaned closer to you and whispered, "(Y/n), I know you don't like being with them at all. I've seen how you acted around them. I don't know how long you've been putting up with them, but I don't think they deserve your company at all."

Then, pulling away, Dazai chirped, "So, what do you say we go somewhere else to eat?"

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

"Your eyes are mine"

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: Dazai X Fem!Reader

Request: "Can Dazai please slide down to the bottom of the bed and kiss my thighs nothing smut I just want him to hug and kiss my thighs🥺" ◜By dear @confusedempath ◞

Genre: Fluff

Format: Drabble

Warnings: Suggestive content (C'mon he's kissing your thighs there has to be some spices at least)

Word Count: 0.4K

Attention, is something that DAZAI always has all to himself; so it's only natural for him to feel abandoned when you're drowned so deep in that bloody book you're holding that you prefer it over the company of your beloved boyfriend.

Dazai pouts, a big, obvious pout that is hard to be overlooked by anyone- except for you of course; and tilts his head to the side, scanning your figure with apparent dissatisfaction. You're so cruel, ignoring him when he's craving your notice this badly, and you're much crueler for doing that while wearing the pair of knee socks he's bought for you.

Eyes brightening with delight, Dazai approaches you, kneeling down next to the bed while lightly caressing your ankle, earning a glance from you.

"Osamu?"

"Hmm?"

Pepper kissing your ankles, he smirks when he feels a light vibration coming from your body. His lips go all the way to your knee cap, relaxed when they finally get to have a taste of your skin rather than the fabric of your black socks. You on the other hand, are the complete opposite of relaxed. You feel nervous. Excited and nervous because you've been together with him for so long yet a single touch of his is enough to turn you into a blushing mess.

"You should spend more time with me, Belladonna..."

A soft hum escapes through his lips as the cozy warmness of your inner thigh caresses his cheeks. Dazai is crazy about your thighs, how soft and kissable they are and how you melt in his hands whenever he's touching them.

Mouth attacking your body, the thought of holding back from tasting the soft flesh doesn't even cross his mind, sucking the fuzzy feeling radiating from your body like a vampire who's been starved for blood. He doesn't need to look at your face; he knows your cheeks are crimson red and your body's yearning for him to touch you more, more more till there's no spot left that haven't been marked as his territory.

"You've got a weird look in your eyes, Belladonna. Do you perhaps want something from me? Hmm... You're this desperate for my touch huh? Then how come you didn't say anything? There's no way that book's that interesting to keep you from asking me? You know I never refuse you, sweetheart. Don't give me the puppy eyes now baby. I'm still a little offended you know?... Yet, I guess I can forgive you, if you put that book down and chat with me. Remember Bella, Your eyes are mine; nothing else deserves to be laid on by them when I'm around."

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[naturallykenma]

patching up injuries (bsd)

a/n: first time writing for these two and for bsd so we will see how this goes!! i also used prompts from a reassuring prompt list! 

warnings: descriptions of blood/bleeding, injuries (dazai), mentions/descriptions of a twisted ankle in chuuya’s 

featuring: dazai & chuuya <3

dazai: ''is this okay?''

“‘m home.” you called weakly, the pain in your leg becoming stronger the longer you stood on it. 

“hi my l-” dazai frowned when he saw you come through the front door, blood on your thigh soaking through your pants. in an instant, he was at your side, scooping you up to carry you to the bathroom. 

silence came over the two of you as he set you down on the toilet and pulled your pants down enough to see the wound more clearly. “what happened?” 

“work accident. just got cut on a piece of glass when i was taking the trash out. thought it was fine, but it hurts like a bitch from walking home.” you explained as dazai got the bandages and a cup of water. 

“should’ve called me, love. would’ve come to help.” he mumbled, beginning to clean your wound. 

“‘s not a long walk home.” you hissed as he pressed down on the wound to get it to stop bleeding. “can do it myself, even with a scratch.” 

“i know you can. but you’re clearly in pain and this is bigger than a typical scratch.” he told you, getting the bandages ready, lifting your foot to rest on his leg so he could wrap the bandages around your thigh. 

“still did it by myself. ‘m okay, ‘samu.” you mumbled as he he finished wrapping the bandages around your thigh. 

“is this okay?” he asked, smiling when you nodded. “good. just promise me you’ll call me if you get injured like this again. i know you can do it on your own but i care about you and would feel better if you called me.” 

“okay. i promise.” you smiled, holding his face in your hands gently. 

“good. now let’s get you into comfortable clothes and cuddle.” 

chuuya: ''does that hurt?''

“y/n? i’m home!” chuuya called, frowning when you didn’t reply like you usually did. searching the apartment, concern took over his features when he saw you on the couch asleep, your ankle wrapped in a bandage and resting on an ice pack. 

he knelt down so he was eye level with you, shaking you awake gently, smiling when your eyes opened. 

“hey, sweetheart.” he whispered, making you smile, the sight of chuuya making you forget about the pain in your ankle. 

“hi.” you replied, wincing when you tried to rest your feet on the floor, your hurt ankle hitting the floor harder than you would have liked. 

“take it easy.” he instructed. “what happened?” 

“i dunno. think i twisted my ankle.” you told him as he took your injured foot in his hands, gently positioning it upwards. 

“does that hurt?” he asked, letting go of your foot and putting it back on the ice pack. 

“yeah. hurts in general.” you said. 

“i’m sorry, sweetheart.” he frowned, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “you know what this means, though?” 

“what?”

“‘m gonna take care of you! you just stay right here and let me do all the work.”  

[amateurasterism]

your parents always thought you would end up with a nice partner and an easy life in the city, so when he shows up at their door, the tie you forced him to wear a little crooked and his shirt slightly unbuttoned and untucked, silver earring glinting in the entryway light, and a shit-eating grin that suggests anything but innocence, they aren’t sure what to think of him. but then they look at the way he’s looking at you, his cheeks flushed pink and eyes shining as they soak in your proud smile, fingers laced together causing your matching rings to clink. and suddenly they’re sure that this boy is rightfully, unconditionally, and wholeheartedly yours. there would be no other people, no more nights wondering if their child would find someone who would fill the gaps in their heart. you have finally found your soulmate.

GOJO SATORU, ryouta kise, bachira meguru, ryusei shidou, kuroo tetsurou, atsumu miya, BOKUTO KOTARO, edogawa ranpo, DAZAI OSAMU, jean kirschten, CONNIE SPRINGER, eren yeager

[blake-elladonna]

♡ Home ♡

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟓𝟗𝟕

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟐 𝐦𝐢𝐧. 𝟓𝟒 𝐬𝐞𝐜.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: In the middle of the night, you receive a phone call from the police informing you an unknown person used their one phone call on you. But upon arrival, you realize they aren’t so unknown after all. It is your previous partner — Osamu Dazai.

You got the call in the middle of the night, 2:14am. You were shaken awake by your overly loud ringtone and blindly reached for your phone through sleep deprived vision. Your screen read; unknown number, yet something told you to answer it.

It was Yokohama Police Department.

They assumably had a detained person you knew; who used their only phone call to call you. You asked the receptionist who it was but with your luck they didn’t know; and due to the lack of identification on them you would have to identify them; so you agreed.

“You look awfully good for a home.” “Excuse me?”

“Don’t mind him,” The officer brushed off Dazai’s words and used their key to unlock the cell door. The creaking like a dinner fork scrapping across a plate causing you to grimace. “He’s been sayin’ things like that since we brought him in. Think he bumped his head or somethin’.”

“Yeah,” Another police officer chimed in; their legs crossed atop their desk. “He doesn’t even remember his own name, poor guy. You should take him to a hospital.”

‘Isn’t that your job?’ Is what you wanted to say; but you only nodded with an socially awkward smile, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Oh right; before you take him with you though, you need to pay his bail. It’s protocol.” Bail? “No one mentioned bail on the phone. Not even when I got here. What did he even do? He’s harmless.” Okay, maybe you lied about that one. “Besides, I didn’t even bring my wallet. It’s at home.”

When you told the gentleman those words, they both straightened their backs and you to stumbled back; the officer in the chair placing their feet down. “So what we’re hearing is you don’t have your drivers license on you. Are you aware it’s a crime to drive without the presence of your license in your vehicle?”

“Okay, maybe it is. But the law also allows me to provide my license to any police station within seven days if I have no means to provide it. Which I will do, tomorrow, when I pay the bail.” You thought they would both retaliate; and you weren’t sure it was the sleep deprivation that saved you or sheer luck but the police officer sighed. “Fine. Have a good day.”

“I would have appreciated a little help back there.” You gripped at Dazai when he climbed into your car but he remained silent. Ever since coming out of his cell, he hadn’t made a sound. But you had managed to get his belongings from the receptionist. Where you learned there was no bail. Cops.

“Are you going to say something?” You asked. With his phone still turned on from the call you offered it to him. “Do you remember where you live at least? Where your house is?”

“We are home.” His words confused you. You adjusted in your seat to face him. “Dazai, what are you talking about, we are home? First, we don’t live together, remember? Breaking up kind of results in that.” But you still care about him. “But if you look on your phone and find your address, I’ll take you home.”

“But I don’t understand.” “Dazai, how complicated is it, we broke up. The end—”

“Then why are you, home?”

“Dazai, what are you talking about?” You shook your head in confusion yet you understood when he opened his flip phone; opened his contacts and showed you his contacts. Your contact.

You weren’t under your name, or even Ex. You were under Home.

Oh.

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[oddaesthetin]

“the hell is wrong with you nowadays.” the certain guy with striking orange hair asked (stated). “there’s something different with you that makes me want to break your bones even more.”

the bandaged man continued walking with a happy face that annoyed chuuya again. “you know, i already have a new partner who’s also my best friend.”

chuuya rolled his eyes, seemingly unaffected as he twirls a dagger using his fingers, “yeah, yeah, the glasses guy who’s as rigid as a stick. did you fucking break your brain again with one of your stupid suicidal stunts?”

for a moment there was the complete silence which motivated a lot of many more questions. the shorter guy went alone with his thoughts for a good ten minutes until dazai stopped in his tracks and looked ahead. the ray of the sun finally landing on his figure as they get out of the tunnel they were walking into. but in chuuya’s eyes, it was more metaphorical. as if his previous partner— currently frenemy, finally found the light dazai used to lack and hide away from.

“i’m not talking about him.”

the orange-haired guy’s eyes widened as he saw a timid smile forming on the other figure’s lips. he turned his attention to the one dazai’s been staring at, and managed to let out a shaky breath.

before them, stood you. under the tall trees, with the sun rays peeking through each holes above. there was nothing magnificent or magical about the scene in front of them, really, but to chuuya, he’s now understood. someone finally did change the course of events. something that even he, or oda, or that glasses guy wasn’t able to accomplish.

and for the first time, he didn’t argue, nor pushed questions. chuuya simply smirked and tipped his hat, then quietly walked away after muttering a simple, “be happy.”

[justcallmesakira]

You pounce on him, god this insufferable bastard always got you on your nerves, teasing about your status, grades and everything.

"God you idiot! Can you stop your mockery for one fucking second?" you exclaim your legs trapping his body down to the floor.

Everyone in school was watching your and his fights everyday, even the teachers were so fed up.

"What is it now, sweetie? Mad?" even so he teases you literally pinned against the ground.

"Shut the fuck up you manwhore" you reply back with anger in your movement your body creating slight friction against his which you djdnt notice.

You glare at him as if hes some leech heck he would only grin nastily if you did

"Ah just like that, love You hit the spot~"

He moans out, arousol in his tone which instantly made a hue in your cheeks appear but you had deemed it as anger and you instantly get up. Everyone was looking at you two whispering stuff like "theyre so dating" "its giving academic rivals".

While he was there just grinning cheekily, your glare piercing through his naughty ones.

"Cats got your tongue~"

+ DAZAI, NIKOLAI, fyodor, RANPO, DABI, bakugo, GOJO, geto and your cheeky favs :3