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fyorina · 2 months
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ᡣ𐭩 TELLING THEM THEY'RE PRETTY!
FEATURING: dazai osamu, fyodor dostoevsky, nikolai gogol
SUMMARY: telling the bsd boys that they're pretty! (wordcount: 3.5k; sfw; fem!reader)
AUTHOR'S NOTES: i had cute dividers but this won't show up in the tags if use them D: ! i had sooo much fun with this! i hope you guys enjoy! :D
DAZAI OSAMU
You can’t seem to drag your gaze away from him. 
As a long day of work comes to an end, you rest your head on your arms and lean on your desk. Kunikida is still tapping furiously away at his computer, Tanizaki and Naomi are whispering about something together, Ranpo is sorting through his candy, and Atsushi and Kyouka are looking through files. But your eyes are tracing over Dazai Osamu as he leans back in his chair, lazily spinning and bobbing his head to the music he’s listening to. 
The setting sun casts an ethereal glow over him, his lips idly turned up and his lashes brushing his cheeks as rests his eyes waiting for the day to end. Dazai Osamu is pretty—you’ve always acknowledged that—but there’s something about the peace of this moment, the domesticity of the office and the ambience of the lighting that has you utterly enraptured.
He looks so at ease, and Dazai Osamu is never at ease. Even when he throws up that clownlike mask of his and spends his day entertaining under the guise of joy and humor, you can always see the strain in the corner of his eyes and lips. It’s subtle, almost imperceptible really—if you were anyone else, you’d miss it, but you’re not anyone else, much to his displeasure, because you know he hates how easily you can see right through him.
After a few minutes, Dazai peeks his eyes open—and you’re almost breathless, because his eyes are like melted honey beneath the sunset, warm and gentle, glittering with amusement. You think you can stare at him forever and never tire of it.
He rolls his chair closer to you, resting his forearms on your desk so that your arms are brushing and laying his head down on them so that his face is mere inches from yours, matching your position. There's a smile on his lips, soft and teasing as he whispers, "You've been staring at me for five minutes."
"Mhm," you agree, voice just as quiet as if to not disturb the tranquility of the office. You can feel his breath light against your face from the proximity he's laying at and you can smell peppermint on his breath from the candy you’d seen him swipe from Ranpo’s desk earlier when the other man had gone to speak to Fukuzawa.
“Is there something on my face?” he asks playfully, dark eyes glimmering as he waits for your response.
You can tease him back and say yes, as you usually do and is probably what he expects—and you fully intend to do just that but the words that leave your lips are not that. 
“You just look really pretty today,” you say softly, watching as his eyes widen just a bit at your words, pink dusting his cheeks. 
His lips part to say something but no words leave them. He opens and closes them a few times and you marvel because Dazai must know that he’s pretty from all of the attention he gets from women, so you don’t understand why he’s so thrown off hearing you voice it out loud. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him genuinely speechless before now.
“So you don’t think i’m pretty every other day?” Dazai pushes his bottom lip out into an over-exaggerated pout, recovering swiftly from your words, though you expected nothing less from him. But you can’t help but note that his cheeks are still a bit pink and there’s something indecipherable in his eyes.
“Prettier than usual,” you amend and watch as the flush on his cheeks darkens and he instead resorts to completely burying his face in his arms with a frustrated groan.
“I am supposed to be the flirt, bella,” he complains, voice muffled by his arms as he hides his face from your view. He cannot hide the way his ears have gone bright red, and you have half a mind to reach out and tug at them
You lift your hand to your lips to hide the giggle that rises to your lips, scooching your chair a bit closer so you can knock your shoulder against his. 
“I’m not flirting,” you say. “Just stating a fact.”
He turns his head to the side, just enough so that he can give you a heavy side eye—you can only barely see the red hue coating his cheekbone. 
“Not mutually exclusive,” he says grumpily, and you lean down to press your lips against his now exposed forehead, smiling softly as his eyes instinctively flutter shut and his body relaxes as the touch.
Then, you receive a pencil to the side of your head. You yelp as your hand flies to where it had made contact with you, scowling at your assailant who is none other than Ranpo, smiling widely as he waves at you and then motions to Kunikida, who is red faced and staring at the two of you. You can’t tell if it’s in embarrassment or anger.
“Not during work hours,” he snaps, and you realize that he’s definitely embarrassed, so you share a short look with Dazai, who has regained that mischievous look in his eyes as he glances over at Kunikida and back at you.
Without saying a word, or giving any other sort of warning, he leans in to press his lips against yours. It’s a short and chaste kiss, but his lips are soft and taste of candy, and you think you might be able to kiss them forever if you get the chance.
Now you’re the one flustered, you can feel heat rising to your cheeks as you stare at Dazai, who is evidently thoroughly pleased to not be the one uncomposed if the unscrupulous grin on his lips has anything to say about it.
He tosses you a wink before rolling his chair back over to his desk, animatedly complaining about Ranpo and Kunikida being lonely and bitter and getting in the way of Dazai’s chance at true love because of it—you only roll your eyes at his dramatics, as you usually do when Dazai goes off on tangents, but it’s with much more fondness this time. 
•••
FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY
You are not listening to a single word that he’s saying. 
It’s a dangerous situation to be in with Fyodor Dostoevsky, you’re sure he’s noticed by now and he will be petty enough to finish his brief about his plans and your involvement and then ask you to repeat what he said, but you just can’t focus. 
He tied his hair back, you note, still quite a bit awed by the sight. There are two locks framing his face and his bangs are falling between his eyes, but the rest of his hair, which has grown a bit long in the weeks that he’s been ardently preparing for the final stages of his plan, is pulled back into a lax bun. 
He looks so casual, and Fyodor Dostoevsky never looks casual. He’s dressed in a turtleneck and loose pants as he leans back in his chair. There’s a folder resting on his lap that he’s idly flipping through and he keeps glancing up at you occasionally, pale lips flat and violet eyes disapproving, but you just nod along to his words even though you know that he knows that you’re not paying attention. 
And you think, distantly, that you probably should be paying attention because he’s talking about your upcoming mission and what you should expect from it but you figure you’ll be fine—it’s a simple infiltration mission, nothing to worry about. And you’d much rather prefer to appreciate Fyodor’s rare repose than to listen him droll on about boring topics. 
Sometimes, you think if he just kept his mouth shut all the time, he’d be perfect. But you think you’d miss his sharp-witted comments and the lengthy debates the two of you have after a few glasses of wine.
He looks extra pretty tonight, even beyond the casual hairstyle and clothes and his uncharacteristically relaxed demeanor, and you think it’s because of the way the flames of the fireplace are casting an enchanting orange and red glow over his face. It makes the violets of his eyes burn alive in a way that they usually don’t, you’re far too used to the glacial visage they take whenever he puts his attention on someone. Every time he glances up at you, you swear that you can get lost in them.
“… And you are not listening to a word that I am saying, are you?” 
Fyodor is giving you the heaviest side eye as he finally calls you out, expression unamused. His brows are furrowed and his pale skin is taut with thinly veiled irritation.
“Of course, I am,” you dismiss, waving your hand. “Infiltration mission, detective agency, get close to the tiger boy.”
Fyodor looks distinctly unimpressed by your words, brows deepening—you figure you must have spoken wrongly, you probably shouldn’t have been so indifferent, and you bite back a sigh before reaching forward to press two fingers between Fyodor’s eyebrows, as if to forcibly smooth away his annoyance.
He blinks and draws back, out of reach of your arm, and then casts you an even more irritable look.
“You’re not taking this seriously,” he accuses. “This mission will be dangerous, you’ll be at risk of being exposed every moment you are in the agency and if you are exposed-“
“Your plans will be ruined,” you finish, forcing yourself not to roll your eyes. “I kno-“
“You could be killed,” Fyodor corrected, voice cold and sharp, and you look back over to him. He looks unusually intense, and you’re not sure if it’s because of the appearance that the flames of the fireplace are giving him as they flicker dangerously across his face or if it’s because he’s that displeased with you being distracted. Either way, you find your mind drifting again because wow. “Dazai Osamu is not a man to be taken lightly. When he manages to figure out who you are and what you’re doing, we will need an immediate extraction plan.”
“Careful, Fyodor,” you drawl, watching as his violet eyes narrow briefly, “almost sounds like you care.”
Fyodor’s lips twist but he doesn’t respond. You raise your eyebrows, he looks away. Your eyes shoot open.
“You have a bigger role to play,” Fyodor finally says, but he’s no longer looking at you. “You cannot be killed yet.”
“Yet,” you repeat, amused. Fyodor’s jaw tightens, he doesn’t look at you, his eyes are trained on the fireplace to the side of the two of you and you can vaguely see the flames reflecting in his eyes, burning ardently against the familiar violet.
You lean forward again, shifting off of the couch to sit on the coffee table between the two of you so you can reach him. You reach forward to brush your knuckles against his cheek—he doesn’t move away this time, but his eyes cut to the side to watch you carefully.
You don’t say anything for a moment, absently tucking one of the locks of hair framing his face behind his ear. His hair is soft, freshly washed—for once—it smells faintly of lavender and vanilla and you wonder if he stole your conditioner.
“You look very pretty tonight, Fyodor,” you say quietly, and then smile. “It’s hard to focus when you look like this.”
The expression Fyodor directs toward you is extraordinarily blank, except for the faintest specks of pink that glare compared to the pallor of his face. 
He shakes his head, looking away from you yet again. 
“… You cause me much suffering,” he murmurs, and somehow, you know that might be the closest you might get to an admission of love from Fyodor Dostoevsky.
You smile to yourself. “And you to I,” you say, voice a bit teasing, and then you add, “Now, can you tell me again what to look out for?”
The moment is ruined. Fyodor’s eye twitches and he’s giving you that unamused look again, and you think having him repeat himself might be a mistake because now you’re even more distracted, but Fyodor sighs and starts on his lecture again so you force yourself to listen.
It takes about three minutes for him to release a sigh of utter suffering when he realizes that your eyes have glazed over yet again. 
•••
NIKOLAI GOGOL
Nikolai has a wild sort of beauty about him. He’s unpredictable and dangerous, and it’s widely apparent in his frenzied laughter and chaotic behavior. His eye glitters and his teeth gleam sharply beneath the glow of the moonlight as he waves his hands around, animatedly describing to you all of the details of the things he’s been doing while you were away. 
Fyodor’s masterplan has involved Nikolai apparently taken upon an infiltration role at the ministry of defense—you think it’s a bold move for Fyodor to use Nikolai for such a tenuous mission, but he’s apparently been having the time of his life with it. Though he thinks his boss is deplorable and one of his coworkers has evidently pissed him off beyond repair, because now he’s telling you about how he’s been ‘pranking’ the man in righteous vengeance. 
You think Nikolai’s idea of pranking varies from yours, because you’re pretty sure him using his ability to break into the man’s house constitutes a crime not a prank. But you don’t have it in you to make that distinction when he’s so excitedly telling you about how every day he’s been going into his house to move around all of his stuff and hide some of his belongings to make the man squirm. He’s succeeding outstandingly in his ambition, if the videos he’s waving in front of you have anything to say about it. 
You watch as he frantically scrolls to the next video—“this one is the best,” he claims, as he has for every video thus far. You watch with an amused smile as his dark-haired coworker steps into his apartment and nearly starts crying when he realizes that all of his stuff has been moved again, scrambling for his phone to call the police, who have—according to Nikolai—apparently already told him multiple times that there’s nothing they can do about it. The video is shaking wildly, as if the person filming can barely hold the camera straight, and you’re convinced that’s exactly what it is because you can hear Nikolai’s muffled laughter coming from recording.
Nikolai naturally finds it much funnier than you do, half-way keeling over as he wheezes, his laughter shattering the peaceful night. The two of you are sitting at a park near the apartment that Fyodor had leased for you for the duration of the Yokohama operation. The moon is high in the sky, casting a bewitching glow over the lake in front of you and there’s a chill in the air—it’s a nice night all around, you think there will probably some frost dusting the grass in the morning but the cold hardly bothers you now with Nikolai pressed to your side as he laughs himself into a near-coughing fit over his harassment of his coworker. 
“Why aren’t you laughing?” Nikolai suddenly complains loudly, scowling at you, but even then he keeps having to bite back residual laughter whenever he glances back down at his phone. “It’s funny.”
“It is funny,” you agree. Nikolai gives you a look as if he doesn’t believe you. “It is.”
“Then why aren’t you laughing?” Nikolai accuses doubtfully, and then adds, even more accusatory, “You hate me.”
You’re not sure why you aren’t laughing, honestly. Usually you’d be burying your face into his shoulder trying to smother your snickers, because even though you might not entirely agree with Nikolai’s idea of a prank, you can still find some humor in it. Because it is kind of funny. Kind of. 
But then you realize that you’re probably not laughing because you’ve been spending most of the night admiring Nikolai rather than listening to him prattle on about his escapades and watching his poorly recorded videos, so you can’t fully appreciate the humor in the videos. With his cheeks flushed from copious amounts of laughter and his eyes glowing with excitement, you think he’s very pretty tonight—Nikolai is always pretty, but the angle at which he’s sitting leaves the moon haloing behind his head, and maybe it’s just because you’ve missed him the past few weeks when you’ve been abroad dealing with a territory dispute with Tolstoy, but you think there’s something special about tonight. 
“I don’t hate you. I guess I’ve been too busy admiring you,” you finally say, a playful smile on your lips as you tilt your head to the side to look at him. “You look pretty tonight.”
Nikolai blinks, eyes wide and owlish as he processes your words. The longer he goes unresponsive, you acknowledge that a quiet Nikolai is far more unnerving than a loud and erratic Nikolai, you’d expected a more… theatrical response to your comment. A swish of his cape, him leaping to his feet with a twirl and an agreement, even just a wild laugh; instead, he looks away abruptly. He doesn’t even just look away, he physically turns his whole body away from you. 
You blink.
“Nikolai?” you ask, a bit astonished when he literally ignores you. You lean forward, trying to get a look at his face, but then he swivels around even more and your lips part in shock. “Nikolai.”
You’re only met with a face full of his soft white hair, impeccably braided, as per usual—you have half a mind to tug at it hard to try to get a response from him, but you aren’t in the mood for the lewd comment that would likely spill from his lips after. 
“Koly-“
“Poor me, poor me,” Nikolai suddenly cries loudly, “The little koshenya mocks me when all I do is try to make her laugh. Poor me, poor me.”
His hand flies to his face, melodramatic as he bemoans your alleged cruelty. You stare at him, mind trying to piece together what exactly is happening—Nikolai is always hard to predict, but you feel like this is a bit strange even for him, and that’s saying something. 
“… What?” you start to ask but Nikolai has thrown himself into a loud and theatrical tirade about how he doesn’t deserve such injustice and how he was only trying to make you laugh, and how it’s so, so cold-hearted of you to taunt him when this is the first time the two of you have seen each other in weeks. 
Nikolai is impossible to bargain with when he gets like this, so you only sigh and tilt your head up to the sky, his words flying in one ear and out the other as you wait for him to settle down on his own. 
Instead, you swear the world is against you because rather than settling down, he becomes increasingly more noisy and distressed, and his accusations become even more asinine. Now, he’s saying that you’ve always had it out for him and how you weren’t laughing at his jokes because you hate him and want to report him to the police and how he should tell Dostoy about your betrayal, or better yet, he should stuff you in his cloak and leave you there?
You side-eye Nikolai heavily as he continues on, slightly alarmed, but brush off the casual threat as just Nikolai being Nikolai. You don’t know how to shut him up, you think you might be out here all night listening to him, and now you’re the one bemoaning your fate because how did a simple compliment turn into this. 
Finally, an idea strikes. 
You brace yourself, questioning your sanity and your entire existence before you interrupt him with a loud, “Quiz time!”
Nikolai goes silent instantly, head snapping toward you, eye even wider than before. 
You think you’ve hit an all time low as you say, “Was I trying to mock you before?” Nikolai opens his mouth to respond but you cut him off before he can. “What’s that you say? I wasn’t? Ding ding! We’ve gotta winner!” 
You think Nikolai might be having an internal crisis. He’s staring at you as if he’s seeing you for the first time in his life—his lips are parted, his eye void of the usual mischief dancing in it. He looks as if he wants to say something but he doesn’t know what. 
You let out a long breath as you go to speak up again, but before you can, his eye is glittering again, sharp and dangerous, and his lips are curving up into a slow smile. 
Nikolai inhales and then he takes a complete one-eighty as he bursts into loud cackles and says, “Ahahaha! I knew you loved me!” as if he wasn’t just lamenting your irrational hatred for him moments before.
Your eye twitches. He begins a second tirade, this one far more embarrassing for you than the last. 
You regret everything.
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gojoath · 3 months
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𐑺 ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ THIS SIDE OF PARADISE, DAZAI OSAMU
you’ve come to learn in your relationship, that it really is impossible to say no to dazai, not that you mind it too much.
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summary. fem reader. fluff ノ sfw. domestic ノ kitchen scenarios. dancing in the kitchen. this is just very soft. inspired by that one scene of dazai and sigma hehe. cooking mention. wc, 1.7k.
note. hi :’) this is my first bsd post and first attempt at writing dazai so please spare me if he’s ooc, he’s so complex ah !! i’ll get the hang of him eventually, but i hope someone out there enjoys ᰔ thank you yoru @/anantaru for proof reading.
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it’s somewhere close to 8pm on a regular thursday as you stand in your dimly lit kitchen, the moonlight serving as a sort of spotlight as you wrestle the weight of your boyfriend, dazai, who’s found his place draping over you from behind.
you’re making dinner for you both, trying to atleast, despite the way you can barely move with the way his weight presses into your back. his hands are on your hips, the smooth fabric of the bandages along his wrist grazing your skin in a way that makes you shiver when his hands push underneath the hem of your shirt— although he only uses those reactions as an opportunity to only pull you closer.
“you’re gonna make me burn it and then you’ll go hungry.” dazai’s being deliberately distracting— as always, trying to steal back your attention after being away from you all day but your words still pull a grumpy, soft groan from his lips as his forehead rests in the crook of your neck from behind.
he always liked to soak up the responses he’s able to pull from you, it would be child’s play for him memorise where to touch you, where to kiss you until he was able to occupy all the space in your mind.
so because he knows exactly that, you feel his mused hair tickle along the dip of your shoulder as he moves against you, trailing soft, little angel kisses along the skin before he answers you,
“it’s not my fault there’s something else i find to be more appetising than your cooking, right now.” you can’t see him, but you’re pretty certain of the expression dazai has on his face right about now. you can basically hear the way his lips are curling around his words in that sweet, honeyed tone. you know he’s smiling at the way it makes goosebumps rise against your skin.
another playful shove of your shoulders, and he follows it up with another kiss just underneath your ear as his arms tighten around you.
“so, what you’re saying is you don’t want my cooking?”
“that’s what you took from that.. seriously?” dazai’s words are playful, a little huff trailing down your shoulder and you feel it tickle along your skin as he mouths them against you.
“don’t i always tell you that food tastes better when it’s made by a cutie like you?” he’s smiling again and because you find the compliment to be annoyingly charming, you find yourself smiling too as you try to focus on not burning the vegetables on the stove.
but your acceptance of his ‘apology’ only seems to spur him on as he returns to covering you in soft kisses. another twist of the pan on the stove and his arms around you squeeze— hugging you so tight you both sway as he hums soundly into his next kiss.
“dazai!” you sigh, exasperatingly despite the way there’s no real agitation behind it and you hear dazai hum a soft mhm with another press of his lips, leaning forward to make sure the next one is against your cheek.
“‘samu—“ you feel him smile at that one, like you’re teaching him a kinder way to say his own name. he noses against your skin before he’s pulling you back into him and spinning you once, catching you against his chest when you turn to face him and smiling down at you with his next breath as he leans in close. there’s a pout on your lips, but you’ve always found it the hardest challenge to resist him when the warm browns of his eyes are on yours.
“dance with me, won’t you?” dazai smiles at you softly as he looks over you, his gaze almost glows from underneath his bangs and you can’t deny the way you feel warm under his touch when you feel his hand graze it’s way from your hip. it’s a gentle touch, accompanied by the familiar press of the bandages on his skin as it traces from your shoulder to your wrist, ending when his fingers intertwine with yours.
and because you love him, you don’t resist— although you’ll act like you’re still not entirely convinced as your brows furrow cutely with your next pout.
“come on, won’t you indulge me.. just this once.” dazai’s lips lean forward to rest against your forehead when he asks, like he’s trying to kiss away the frown on your features despite the way he thinks you’re as adorable as always. the question is missing the usual playful lull his words normally take— but his voice doesn’t waver.
he feels the way your figure relaxes against him before you even answer. not that he ever doubted he’d be able to convince you, but it’s almost like time sits beside him without a tick as he holds you.
“pretty please~”
“just for a little while.. and then you have to let me cook!” you’re sighing again as you give in but dazai can tell there’s a laugh in there somewhere when he notices the way your lips lift at the sides.
oh, you’re so cute.
“you have my word.” he drawls smoothly.
hes never felt a touch quite as gentle as the one he feels trail along his arms next as you reach your free hand up to rest on his shoulder, he can feel the warmth of your skin even through the thin bandages wrapped along his own. it’s soothing and full of something that makes him feel at ease when you’re against his chest, and sometimes he forgets how he got here— how much he didn’t want to survive.
dazai’s hold on your waist is steady as he takes a step back and it’s a movement you follow in your own adorable little way as he smiles down at you. his eyes are on yours as he spins you, footsteps sounding softly in the dimly lit kitchen as you waltz around the space, and the moment has him redefining the concept of what he thought love once was.
now, you’re what keeps him alive and the worlds starting to look beautiful again.
“see, isn’t this wonderful?” there’s a sort of smug tilt on his lips as he sings out his words, narrowing his eyes at you as he spins you both again and it’s impossible to bite down a smile when he’s looking at you like he is right now. you feel hot under his gaze as you dance with him.
theres no music, but he’s humming softly and that’s enough.
“i didn’t know you were such a good dancer,” another step and his hand squeezes yours at the compliment as his words take a giddy pitch,
“ah~ are you impressed?”
“maybe a bit.”
“oh, really? then how about this..” it’s fast the way dazai moves you, the way his arm around your waist squeezes before he’s dipping you so gracefully. he admires the way the moonlight traces its way along your features as he holds you steady against him, it makes something buzz underneath his skin at how much trust you have in him knowing he’ll never drop you.
“so beautiful,” his words are a hushed sort of exhale as his eyes trail up the exposed skin of your neck and your head tilts back, he’s studying you in the dim lighting like he never wants to forget.
he’ll think of this kitchen strewn in moonlight whenever life begins to feel impossible.
dazai’s words make you burn as he pulls you back into him after a few moments, letting your palms rest steadily against his chest when you’re back upright and his fingers are quick to press softly at your chin as you give him a slow, adoring blink. the tranquil expression on his face suits him, you think. he always was pretty.
“how did i get so lucky with you, hm?” his words drawl softly, pouring down your throat as he holds your face there, along with your gaze before he starts peppering you in more slow, sweet kisses. “i didn’t think someone like me deserved it.” another whispered, intimate confession followed by another press of his lips and your own part like a wordless plea— although he’s already pressing into them before you can even take a breath.
it’s soft the way dazai kisses you, his hand is still on yours and there’s a certain innocence in the way he just lets himself be with you. his lips twist against yours and you accept it so eagerly, pressing into him and he meets you there like he’s scared you’ll disappear if he lets go.
you stay like that for a few moments, eyelashes kissing the apples of your cheeks and smiling into kisses before he nibbles at your lower lip and you begrudgingly pull away with the need to breathe as you giggle,
“okay, okay. you have to let me cook now.” you pat playfully on his chest despite the way your cheeks still burn beneath your skin and you really don’t want him to pull away. but still, dazai looks at you as he smiles,
“ah, too bad. but i guess i have worked up quite the appetite now.” you nod up at his acceptance as he shrugs, before you’re turning to busy yourself at the stove again and this time he lets you. the cold air brushes against the space where his body was once pressed against yours, and it makes you shiver as you push the meal back onto the stove— you hadn’t realised dazai had atleast pushed it off the heat before pulling you into dance, he really didn’t have any doubts you’d give into him—
but by your next exhale, you’re warm again and your boyfriends figure is back draped over your shoulders as he presses even more ticklish kisses against your shoulder that make you laugh,
“hey, what happened to your word, ‘samu?” you try to grumble, although it comes out more giddy as you cast him a glance over your shoulder— hes already there to kiss you on the cheek when you do, naturally he’d seen that coming aswell.
“hmph, i said i’d let you cook not that i’d leave you alone. that wasn’t part of the deal~” dazai’s tone is a victorious, soft tease as he leans in to bury it into the crook of your neck, and you can’t deny that he really did have a point.
hes stopped trying to pull you away and he is sincerely just letting you cook, you just happen to be doing it while you’re wrapped in a boyfriend shaped blanket…
he really did win this time too.
“fine, you can be my taste tester.”
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chaiifluuf · 18 days
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Go kitty go! — d. osamu
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synopsis. coming across a lonely kitten by the streets doesn’t happen everyday and it would be a crime not to take it home with you
content. gn!reader, ada!reader, fluff with extra fluff, reader likes cats(i love them okay.), established relationship, lowercase
notes. got this silly idea one day out of nowhere hehe, also thank you for all the love on my last fic! i really appreciate it <3 hope you enjoy !
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meow!
suddenly you heard a high pitched cry and could identify it immediately. it was a cat. you stop in your tracks and turn your head around to the source of the noise. in a rather dark alleyway by the dumpster you notice a small kitty with a black coat and white paws. your heart melted in a second. why was there a kitten alone here, especially in this part of the city?  
“hey…” you speak out with a gentle tone, slowly crouching down so you could be more on the same level as the young feline. and to your satisfaction, it carefully started to make its way to you, seeming interested in you. with a smile you reach your hand out and invite the kitty to smell your hand, hoping that by doing so it will know that you won’t harm it. 
the black cat curiously sniffs the tips of your fingers before nuzzling your hand and letting out a small meow again. god you forgot how cute the sound of a kitten can be. you lightly stroke its back and you can’t believe how soft the fur is. you start to wonder how it ended up here. did it run away from home? was it a stray from the beginning? but then the coat wouldn’t be so clean and fluffy. or maybe someone kicked the kitten out or abandoned it? you really hope that’s not the case because who would do that to such an innocent creature.
the cat enjoys your affection quite a lot as it keeps rubbing itself against your legs. you stand up again as you remember you should really get home now. you’ve been dealing with a case for almost the whole day, leaving your poor boyfriend all alone for so long as dazai would describe it while you were about to leave in the morning. it was already hard enough to get out of bed since he would just not let go of you and pull you right back into the sheets with him, softly whining into your ear.
though now you were done with work, planning to return home. the kitty let out another cry and you knew you couldn’t just leave it here. who knows what might happen if you were to leave it alone here. 
and so you made up your mind to take it with you for the meantime and then later decide what to do next. you pick the animal up and continue walking, never before anticipating to encounter something like this but you were definitely not complaining.
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dazai is quietly laid down on the couch as he reads the book he always reads. it started out okay but overtime he has gotten bored of even reading that as time seems to go slower than usual. truth to be told, dazai just wanted you to come back, no matter how hard he tried to distract himself. it was awfully quiet in the house, and ultimately there was just nothing particular to do.
he sighed, his eyes drifting to the ceiling. dazai would have gladly come along with you but you insisted you wouldn’t take long and told him to go back to sleep as it was a little early in the morning when you had to leave. funny how you think he’d be able to normally sleep without you there. the amount of times dazai has thought about wanting to stay in bed with you for as long as even a day, cuddling and resting together, just you and him. even if you two wouldn’t be doing anything productive, he would still enjoy it to the fullest.
the sound of keys jingling and a door opening brought him back to reality. his face immediately lit up as he sat up straight, looking towards the front door, already excited to see your face. 
“my love! you’re finally back, how— …oh?”
as soon as you were in his view, he noticed something small in your hands. it took him less than a second to realise what that was.
“well as you can see.. i came home with some company today. look how adorable it is!” you tell him with a big smile while keeping the creature in your arms and rubbing its head with your thumb. the cat looks around curiously, examining the room.
dazai, for the first time in a while, was dumbfounded. he knew about your liking to cats but he never expected you to simply come back with one. 
“…you found a kitten?” he says unsurely as he stares at the kitty with slight confusion, trying to make sense of the situation.
“yeah, on the streets. i couldn’t possibly just leave it there when it came to me,” you speak with a soft tone and slowly put the kitten down so it could move freely. dazai watched the cat as it let out another meow. he blinked and turned back to you.
“surely you’re not planning to keep it right? someone might be looking for it,” he points out although he thinks his heart skipped a beat when he saw the pure look of adoration in your eyes. the overall image of happiness on you made his chest feel warmer.
you nod. “i know. however for the time being we can take some care of it, can’t we?” you say with a hopeful look, moving to sit down next to him and also helping the kitty to join you two as it followed you around.
“look I know you aren’t fond of dogs but i've never heard you say anything bad about cats,” you mention, slightly leaning on him as you wonder about his opinion on cats. 
he lets out a low hum, wrapping one of his arms around you and giving you a small kiss on your temple before responding calmly. “i don’t have anything against cats as long as they don’t attack me out of nowhere.”
you seemed pleased with his answer. “exactly! i’m sure that this cutie here is no problem at all,” a slight chuckle leaves your lips as you feel the black kitty between you and him lightly lick your finger, not used to the sensation of its rough tongue.
dazai’s grin grows a little. “are you talking about yourself?~” he teased, using that flirtatious tone of his. and of course he didn’t miss that pink tint that raised to your cheeks right after saying that. 
“‘samu! you know what I was talking about,” you tell him, and you can feel your cheeks burn a little. you should’ve honestly seen that one coming but oh well. he has always been too good at making comments like this to get you all flustered.
before he could respond, the kitten started meowing again, only slightly louder this time. both you and dazai are caught off guard by that. you blink in surprise. “what’s wrong?” your tone is softer, trying to figure out what’s going on as you stroke its back. 
“maybe it’s hungry?” dazai guesses since if the kitty has been a stray for some time then it must be hungry.
“oh you’re right,” you now realise that as well. what should you feed it though? you get up to go over and check the fridge, scanning over all the food items there are. you hum in thought. “pretty sure that cow milk wasn’t good for them… but we have some ham,” you speak while taking a package of it out.
dazai returns his gaze back to the black kitten. it really did have rather big and innocent eyes, he noticed. and before he had the chance to react, it made its way into his lap, seeming curious about him now. dazai’s body slightly tensed as he wasn’t sure what to do or what it wanted from him. the cat merely lets out a small cry as it stares at him.
after a moment of thinking, he slowly moves his hand near the kitty’s head and to his surprise, the kitten rubs itself against his palm right away. his gaze softened. Its fur really was as soft as it looked and after about a minute of petting it, he heard a different noise. It was undoubtedly purring. did this little one like him that much?
“aww socks likes you, ‘samu! this is the first time i'm hearing it purr,” you speak up with joy from behind as you prepare some small pieces of ham on a plate. dazai can’t help but chuckle at the mention of the name.
“socks? that's supposed to be its name now?” he says as he turns his head to you, a casual smile on his face. 
“i mean i think it is a fitting nickname, considering its black coat and white paws which seem like socks,” you explain while putting the rest of the ham back into the fridge and returning to the couch. You place the plate of some ham on the ground and glance at socks. “Look here, i got you something,” you tell the kitty as you point to the ham.
the kitten immediately perks up and jumps off dazai’s lap. it sniffs the pork and a second later starts eating it. your face beamed as you looked at socks, it is quite obvious that the poor animal was starving considering how hastily it’s eating.
dazai however had his eyes on you the entire time. he swears your beauty multiplies when you look so content like this. the way your eyes are sparkling, a soft smile gracing your lips, your whole figure seems to shine. and once again he's reminded that he is dating an angel. he really can’t fight the way the corners of his lips turned upwards. he wished things stayed this way forever. because if you are happy then he is happy.
it doesn’t take long for the kitten to finish its food, licking its lips in satisfaction. you reach out your hand to pet it, murmuring a small praise as well. 
“y’know we have to go to the animal shelter sooner or later,” dazai brings up with a quiet tone and intertwines one of his hands with yours. a moment of silence passes before you subtly nod, your hand squeezing his slightly. “yeah i know… i imagine someone could be worried sick, with no idea where their pet is,” you say calmly, a quiet sigh leaving your lips.
yes, that was the right thing to do after all. it’s the least that this cat deserves.
•••
in the end, the kitty reunited with its real owner. you still remember the image of pure relief on her face when she hugged her pet tightly, a few tears escaping her eyes. she also thanked you dearly with a hug as well. she was beyond grateful to you over the fact that you decided to take it with you to the shelter.
oh and you found out that the kitten’s real name was molly. it was a perfect name for her no doubt, but you won’t regret calling her by your created nickname before. 
molly is now with her owner in her real home, loved and cared for. problem solved. so why don’t you feel happy about it?
you honestly felt a little guilty for even getting this attached. you should have expected this one way or another, it wasn’t like you were going to keep a cat all of a sudden just because you found it on the streets. you should forget about this and move on with your life.
dazai noticed your changed behaviour after the whole thing. he always does. you were more quiet at times, and he could tell you missed her even if you didn't bring it up. the affection you had for her was clear to him from the beginning. he often thought about how to make you feel better, what he could say to see that smile of yours again. one day he finally got an idea.
“love, i’ve been thinking about something,” dazai says, leaning slightly against the kitchen counter as he watches you cook breakfast.
you hum in response. “i'm listening,” you say simply while you sprinkle some salt onto the fried eggs you’re cooking. after a moment he decides to continue.
“i wouldn’t mind adopting a cat some time in the future,” he tells you truthfully as he glances at you, waiting for your reaction.
your movements pause. “...are you serious?” you turn to him and look deep into his eyes. for a second you were unsure if you heard him right.
dazai smiled fondly before nodding, and after processing what he meant, a smile grew on your lips too. he sees that familiar light in your eyes again now and he couldn’t feel luckier.
you moved closer to him and gave him a simple yet sweet kiss on the lips. dazai placed his hands on your hips, slowly drawing circles on them as he focused on the kiss.
afterwards, you kept your forehead in touch with his, murmuring your next words so tenderly.
“i love you so much.”
and dazai responds just as softly.
“i love you even more, my dear.”
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wow this came out much longer than I thought whoopsies, anyways this guy definitively is secretly a cat person (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)
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osaemu · 7 months
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Could you by any chance do a really affectionate reader x dazai?? I feel like it would be so cute with the two of them being all affectionate w each other 🤭
dazai's love language is definitely physical touch.
during his time in the mafia, words and promises had very little value — after all, actions speak much louder than words.
and when it comes to you, it's not that dazai doesn't believe you when you say you love him. it's just that he's been trained not to. old habits die hard.
thankfully, you caught onto this quickly, and tried a different route.
"hm? ah, good morning, sweetheart. care for a cup of coffee? we can stop by the café on the way to—"
oh, his face when you interrupt him with a kiss is priceless.
usually, dazai was the one who initiated physical affection in your relationship. he was always leaning on you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, even randomly hugging you from behind unexpectedly.
over the next few days, as you gradually did the same to him, dazai somehow seemed more comfortable with you than ever.
dazai's slender fingers always seemed to be intertwined with yours, and his hugs and kisses had somehow become even more frequent than before.
and one late tuesday night when you're half asleep in his arms, dazai finally whispers the words he danced around and avoided saying for so long. 
"i love you."
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angelltheninth · 6 months
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Childhood Friends to Lovers with Dazai Osamu
Pairing: Dazai Osamu x Reader
Tags: fluff, confession, kissing, friends to lovers, denial, mutual pining, childhood promises
A/N: I haven't seen spoilers, I don't want them but it seems to me you all need some fluff to make you feel better.
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Ever since you were kids you spoke of your dreams together, wanting to make them a reality by using your powers
And having each other's back of course
Growing up it was never a question if you shared the same goal but as you gre it became clear that maybe Dazai had different plans
Through his years at the Mafia you still supported him
It was necessary if you wanted to keep him by your side, alive that is because lord knows no one else could deal with his shenanigans and not lose their minds
You were used to this by now, much to the envy of your other friends
As you spent more time with each other, now as adults, there was a shift in the way you began to touch each other
Looks lingered more then they should, hands stayed firmly intertwined on patrols, you took almost every mission together and were pouty when someone else got chosen
It was sickening to witness to most of your friends who kept waiting for this song and dace of will they won't they to be over
You wanted it as well, both of you
Still this was a delicate subject to approach and you both knew, you could tell when the other was crushing on someone, which made it worse if you should screw it up
Both of you tried to deny it, even date other people in hopes of burying these feelings
It didn't work of course and wasn't fair to the people you were dating, you both decided that the best thing would be to come clean about everything and deal with the results
While the confession itself was a bit messy, Dazai vowing to live for you and you vowing to be his anchor, both oaths overlapping, it also sent you both into a fit of laughter
It made you remember the day when you promised to reach your dreams together
Neither of you could have guessed that one of those dreams was right there by your side all along
Unlike last time you sealed this promise with a kiss, the first of many kisses to come
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himimosa · 6 months
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when they are sick
taking care of bsd men when they are sick...
fyodor, kunikida, dazai
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Fyodor Dostoevsky
He is the person who walks around sick for almost half of a year, with a lot of sniffs and sneezes. Somehow he can manage to catch a cold even in summer. You say it is because he has an awful immune system
He already has anemia that makes his body weak. And if a bad cold is added too, he becomes almost pathetic...
If you ask him, he says he is used to being sick most of the time, but that is not true. He tried to take pills a few times for his anemia but they were useless (no, i am not self-projecting here, nope)
Most of the time, he can pull to do his work even if that means carrying tissues with him everywhere.
He hates the times when he got extra bad cold, it causes delays in his work. He is not someone who will accept to see a doctor even though his fever runs high. So if you're going to accompany him, you have to use more conventional ways...
You know hot soup, warm shower, herbal teas... He will act like you are being too "histrionic" and he is doing fine, but he will appreciate it secretly...
You put a mix of mint and linden leaves into the french press, added a tiny piece of ginger, and then poured hot water. After you waited for a while you poured out the liquid through a strainer. You had chosen your fav “I like mugs because they’re very comfortable in your hand” mug for it.
You entered the room where Fyodor was laying, he was trying to read a book but he was coughing constantly. You pulled the book from his hands: "Please drink this and rest a little. I am sure your book can wait for you." you scolded him lightly. He didn't argue with you, which was a sign that he was really feeling bad.
He took the mug, and looked at the writing on it "I don't understand why this is written on a mug" You chuckled "Because either you don't have a sense of humor or you have never heard Demi Lovato before dear.."
"Is it really an inadequacy of me that I don't get the references from the pop culture that was brought to people by no one but-"
"Darling darling..." you interrupted him "You can talk for hours about fatuity of popularism later, but I am begging you, drink this tea. now..."
He was annoyed by your interruption but he complied with your request. He sniffed before taking a sip. Then his face turned into a disgusted expression.
"Did you put ginger in this tea?.."
Kunikida Doppo
This poor man will go through the 5 stages of grief in order...
Denial: "I am not sick, I just got shivers for a second! This doesn't mean anything!" "No, I don't look awful or tired, I am fine!"
Anger: "This is because of that Dazai asshole! That nasty bastard sneezed right into my face and contaminated me with his viruses!"
Bargaining: "...Okay some inconveniences might happen but it's not that bad", "I will drink this tea and get better in an instant. No, I don't need a break, I will be fine"
Depression: "... What will happen to the agency if I use two days off?" "...my program... I will be left behind on it.."
Acceptance: "..President, may I use two days off to recover?"
He knew it is natural to get sick for people... But it wasn't written in his ideals book... He must add some notes about this too...
All he wants is quickly recover and get back to his responsibilities. So he will see a doctor, he will take his medicines, will drink all the herbal tea he needs to drink...You don't have to do much indeed, he is someone who takes care of himself well. But this doesn't mean he won't appreciate it if you do some thoughtful things for him...
"I'm home" you called to him when you entered the house with your keys. You dropped the bags that you got from the grocery store to the kitchen. You could organize them later, you went right ahead to the room where Kunikida was resting. He tried to get up to greet you but you acted quicker and hugged him while he was still sitting. He froze for only one second, then slowly wrapped his arms around you
"Y/N... You shouldn't be this close to me, you will get sick too..." He murmured but didn't push you away too. You shrugged your shoulders while still hugging him "Then I will use a day off with my sick boyfriend, that doesn't seem so bad to me" Kunikida chuckled lightly "If we both use a day off at the same time, I can't imagine what sort of chaos would the agency have..." Then he slowly pulled himself back to see you eye-to-eye and started to ask you questions... How is the agency going? Were budget calculations accurate? Have you taken new cases? What kind of ruckus did Dazai cause when he wasn't around to lecture him? How many calls did you get for his suicide attempts this time?
You told him about how you took care of everything on his behalf with everyone's help (well mostly with the help of Atsushi, Kyoka, Kenji, and Tanizaki siblings... basically with minors of Ada...) But even Dazai wasn't acting so "wild". He was whining about how the agency became too quiet and no-fun without Kunikida and all the joy he got from work vanished without Kunikida...
"Everyone can't wait to get you better love they are planning to visit you tomorrow night," you told with a smile. Kunikida coughed and covered his mouth, then mumbled: "I see..." You knew he did it to hide the light blush and embarrassed smile on his face, but you didn't tease him for it. After all, he was deserving it all...
Dazai Osamu
Here comes the drama king...
First, let's be honest here... He is treating his own body like shit... We saw him in his flat, this man doesn't even cook for himself. He literally feeds with sake and canned crabs only... Despite that, he doesn't get sick easily. He has the durability of a cockroach (i swear i love him, these insults are with affection)
He is the kind of person who doesn't get sick even there is a cold season and everyone around him got ill. He catches the sickness not more once than a year, but when he gets ill, it is always the most unexpected time.
Once, while he was still in the port mafia he got a very bad cold right before an important mission. When Mori saw his situation, he had to cancel the mission.
Because this man acts like he is on the deathbed when he is sick...
"So I made some research on the internet... With all these symptoms on me; either I have some kind of chronic illness, or brain tumor.. which leads us to the conclusion that I have only 2 weeks to live..." "Or, you have a cold, you shithead.." "Do not act like you are a doctor now Chuuya, or I will throw up to your precious hat..."
He didn't change much... The only difference is now he is being your boyfriend, you have to take care of this man like you are taking care of a child. He will act like he is much worse than he is to get all your affection and care... You will need a lot of patience, to be honest...
"Ew, there is no way I would drink that crap!" You thought for a millisecond to throw the bowl of soup to his face but you didn't have the heart for it. Even though he was acting like a spoiled brat, he was miserable right now. You knew he hadn't eaten anything since yesterday morning, you had to convince him to put something in his stomach no matter what...
"Why don't you want to drink this babe?" you asked with your sweetest tone. Dazai shrugged his shoulders "It smells bad, makes me want to puke..." You tried again "What if you push yourself? Just a little? I know it doesn't look appetizing but this soup is too good for cold, you will feel better after your drink I promise..."
Dazai looked at you with defeated eyes, he couldn't resist any longer "..fine then"
With excitement, you took one spoon from the bowl and carefully held it towards his mouth, you were cupping the other hand under the spoon to keep it from spilling. Dazai slowly opened his mouth, only to make a sour face "It is too hot!"
"Sorry baby, my bad" you apologized and started to cool it down by stirring it with the spoon. You took another spoon from the bowl, this time you blew a little air before giving it to Dazai. When he started to make some teasing comments on you would be a great nanny, you decided he was already getting better. You tried to get up after he finished his soup, but Dazai held you weakly by his wrist. "You won't leave me alone on my deathbed, right?" You rolled your eyes: "You're an idiot, you know that right?" He smirked lightly "But I am your idiot, and you still love me..." You couldn't control your smile this time. You gently removed the hair on his forehead and gave him a little peck "Yeap... Only mine to love..."
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well, i couldn't still get over from this week's episode and couldnt't write anything new. this was on the drafts and not proof readed, but i will still share it. fyodor stans can use it as a denial of ep 11 :')
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stinkyme · 1 year
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Hi! I couldn’t find the request state, I’m so sorry if they’re closed :c but if it’s okay, may I request Dazai, chuuya and tecchou when In the middle of a very cold night, s/o starts trembling because of the cold? So much fluff if that’s possible ^^
Hello darling! You got the right request state and of course you can, I apologize for the wait, I hope you like it and enjoy it! :) <3
Format is a short scenario :)
CW/TW: SFW, none besides some cursing on Chuuya's part; GN!reader, pet names (baby, darling, angel), fluff
I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)
Let me warm you up || Dazai, Chuuya, Tecchou x Reader (separated)
Dazai Osamu
Dazai and you made a deal to stay over at his place tonight. You were quite excited because it was a long time since the two of you were able to finally have some alone time given so much work both of you had. You had an amazing night, filled with catching up, lighthearted gossiping, giggles, cuddles, watching movies and simply enjoying each other's presence and at some point two of you fell asleep. You don't exactly remember when you fell asleep but you woke up suddenly shaking due to feeling so cold. You were sure it wasn't this cold before but you couldn't really focus due to your whole body convulsing as your teeth started chattering. Your movement most likely woke up Dazai as his soft voice filled your ear.
"Are you okay? What's wrong?" Dazai whispered in a sleepy tone, his warm lips faintly brushing over your earshell sending more shivers down your spine as he put his palm over your forehead.
"I am cold." you responded quickly as you took a deep breath trying to ease up the tensed muscles.
"You are not sick, which is good but let me warm you up baby." he said in a raspy but somehow still milky voice as he pulled you in towards him.
"Turn around for me, can you do that?" he was still whispering and you nodded, quickly turning around and facing him. He threw his leg over you as well as his arm, squeezing you tightly. He moved his other arm under your head making it rest on his dim biceps as his forearm and gentle hand rested on your back. He quickly moved his other hand away from hugging you, tucking you under the blanket, making sure your back is fully covered and slowly putting it back where it was before, once again squeezing you close to his body. He was gently rubbing your back with his hands making you feel warmer.
"Is it a bit better now?" he was murmuring out and you nodded, moving your body more into his. You were getting sleepier as you kept getting warmer and feeling safe in his soft and loving embrace. Dazai started humming, closing his eyes, his silvery voice lullabying to sleep as your body kept relaxing more and more.
"Tomorrow I might tell you I turned off heat on purpose but until then, sleep well my love." he made a confession through a faint whispering as you shoot your eyes open, making his eyes widen as his lips curled downwards.
"You did what?" you questioned in a sleepy but accusing tone.
"I have no idea what you are talking about, go back to sleep baby." he was trying to trail away from the topic as his expression changed, a sly smirk appearing on his face.
"Dazai Osamu if you don't turn on that heat right-" you were getting worked up when Dazai cut you off.
"Tell me, are you feeling warm now?" he kept trailing off in his usual, just quieter tone.
"I do but that's not the point, you-" you were trying to explain in a slightly louder tone as he cut you off again.
"Then we don't need heat, plus do you really want me to leave you here to be...alone...without me...without my loving arms…to keep you warm…?" he was making little pauses between his remarks trying to gain your sympathy as he faked being hurt.
"Oh shut up. Fine. I just don't get the point of you doing this." you exclaimed in a slightly annoyed tone but deep inside you didn't mind.
"Well it was a fun way to get you to cuddle me." he replied teasingly, squeezing you even tighter.
"What-" you tried to ask him another question but your voice got muffled by him squeezing your head into his chest.
"Shhh, don't worry your pretty head about that. Now just let me keep you warm." he whispered out, pulling away, his gaze lovingly tracing your features. You gave up on trying to understand his reasoning, head snuggling into his chest as you closed your eyes. He started moving his fingers sensuously through your hair sending more shivers down your spine. Soft humming was filling up the room again making you slowly drift off to sleep, your body and mind feeling cozy, warm and loved in Dazai's arms.
"I love you, Y/N. Sleep tightly, my love." he whispered out, finger gently brushing over your cheek as his eyes were scrutinizing your sleepy face as if he was wondering how you felt so peaceful with him. He was slowly tucking the blanket behind your back one last time making sure he doesn't wake you up, putting his hand back on your head and kissing your forehead, leisurely drifting off to sleep himself, feeling just as peaceful and warm as you.
Chuuya Nakahara
Two of you were spending time in Chuuya's apartment after going out for dinner. Both of you finished showering and changing in more comfortable clothes. He had some paperwork to do but you wanted to sleep because you were tired.
"I just have some things to finish but I promise I will join you soon. Let me at least tuck you in, darling." he was insisting in a soft yet raspy tone and you nodded, yawning sleepily. Chuuya and you went to the bedroom and you laid under the blanket quickly, a faint smile appearing on your lips as you were waiting for him to tuck you in. His lips curled into an amused smirk as a mellow chuckle escaped his throat. Chuuya started tucking the blanket around you, hands gently pressing the fabric on all sides, making sure your whole body was nicely covered. He was straightening the edges behind your back and finishing up the process as your eyes began to close, sleepiness overpowering you. Chuuya's face leaned in near yours, his warm lips placing a loving kiss on your forehead. Your blissful smile was slowly melting away from your face as you were falling asleep.
"I will be in my work room so I don't disturb you, sweet dreams angel." he was saying under his breath, tender and amorous gaze trailing over your sleepy expression. He was admiring you for a while and finally slowly taking his leave, quietly closing doors behind him. He went into his work room and started working on paperwork for the Port Mafia that had to be done.
Some time has passed and Chuuya began noticing the cold sensation that suddenly made his focus trail away from the papers.
"What the hell now?" he exclaimed to himself as he got up to check the radiators that were stone cold. He was frowning as he was checking the ventil, however it worked perfectly. 
"Shit." he spat out under his breath as he took his phone to call technicians and see what he could do about this.
"Come on, pick up assholes." his voice was still quieter than usual, one foot repeatedly tapping on the floor as he was waiting for their response.
"Hello? Yeah, Chuuya Nakahara here, my heat stopped working and I was wondering if something was on my side or-" he got cut off by the technician on the other side of the call.
"Sorry sir, everyone's heat got cut off due to some issue in the central heat system, we can't do anything right now, you will have to wait a few hours." tehnician answered calmly and politely.
"You gotta be kidding me! It's freezing, did you go outside? How do you expect people to sleep in this cold?!" Chuuya questioned in a highly annoyed tone, getting slightly louder than before.
"Sorry sir, there's just as much as we can do as for now." man answered and hung up, leaving Chuuya insanely irritated. He clicked his tongue, mind still focusing on how to fix this before you wake up. He was pacing around the room, meanwhile you already woke up, your whole body shivering as you moved into fetus position trying to warm yourself up, gripping the blanket tightly. Chuuya kept pacing for a while when he heard your little sniffles and almost ran into the room.
"Angel, you are awake. I am so sorry, they cut off the heat, something in the central system..bastards..oh you are shivering, hold on, let me warm you up." he was jumping from topic to topic as he went to the huge closet that was filled with blankets and took out three thickest ones, clumsily walking towards you. He put them on the end of the bed, swiftly picking one up, spreading it in air and letting it drop over your body. He repeated the process with two other blankets and started adjusting them nicely around your body, tucking you in for the second time. You began to feel warmer and warmer due to heavy, cozy and fluffy blankets as well as Chuuya's tucking. 
"Why don't you join me? It must be cold for you as well." you questioned Chuuya in a drowsy tone as your eyelids kept opening and closing slowly, a second wave of sleepiness washing over you. You moved from fetus position to the usual one as your muscles kept relaxing and untensing. 
"I want to stay up and make sure you are not uncovering yourself." he was whispering out, voice sweet and loving.
"I have three heavy blankets over me, it's very unlikely. Now, get in here." you were convincing him in a sleepy yet firm tone making Chuuya nod as he quickly got under the blankets with you. You dropped the blanket over his body, putting your hand briskly under the covers and right around Chuuya's waist as you put your leg over him, hugging Chuuya tightly. He moved his arm under your head as his other arm wrapped around you, pulling you closer to his body as it rested around you.
"Sleep tight angel, make sure to have some sweet dreams." he whispered, his warm breath covering your face.
"I will baby, you make sure to get some sleep as well. I love you." you said sleepily as your eyelids became heavier, quickly drifting off to sleep as warmth completely relaxed your whole body.
"I love you more and I will, don't worry." he replied gently, even though he didn't really sleep as he said he would. Chuuya was waking up almost every hour out of concern that you got uncovered or cold again. He would check up on you and with utmost care tuck blankets around you more in just in case which is why he didn't feel very rested in the morning, but he didn't regret it one bit as long as you are warm and comfortable.
Tecchou Suehiro
Tecchou and you had a mission and had to spend the night in the woods during a very cold night so you put on some fire as you shared one blanket that was covering your backs. You have set the tent before so now Tecchou was observing ants and naming each one of them, explaining their hierarchy to you as his honey-like voice kept making you sleepy and drowsy. Listening to wood cracking under steady fire as well as Tecchou's soft tone made your eyelids grow more and more heavy. You put your head on Tecchou's shoulder, slowly dozing off.
"Hm? Oh, are you getting bored Y/N?" he inquired in his usual tone making you jump from suddenness.
"Oh? No, no. I am sorry, your voice has been putting me to sleep as well as the fire." you replied with genuinity in your voice as Tecchou's face remained the same.
"So, is my voice boring you out? Should I switch it up?" he questioned in as genuine of a tone as yours was, making you giggle.
"That's not what I meant, I was already sleepy and I like your voice so as you kept talking it made me sleepier, not because I am bored but because it comforts me. Do you understand?" you explained in a loving and soft tone as Tecchou's lips curled into a dim smile.
"I do now, well...should we go to sleep? We have huge things to do tomorrow so I guess that's the best choice right now." he answered his own question which made you giggle even more as you got up and put off the fire with water from a bottle.
"I agree with you...even though I wish I asked you to do Jouno's or Teruko's voice, I wonder how that would sound." you kept giggling as you got inside of the tent. Tecchou was following right behind you, his expression revealing he was thinking about what you've said. You got inside your sleeping bag and unfortunately they were kinda bigger than you expected so a lot of air kept coming inside, making you slightly cold but you were too tired to think about it. You fell asleep almost instantly, not even saying good night to Tecchou as he got inside his sleeping bag, still thinking about what you said and how he would do the voices, practicing them inside his head, however falling asleep quickly after. 
Around forty fives later, a biting and sharp wind started howling through the branches as it sneaked inside your tent and further into your sleeping bag, waking your already cold body up. You opened your eyes as you took a deep breath, chest slightly hurting from your muscles tensing up. You were trying to keep quiet so you don't wake Tecchou up but he was already awake from the combinated loudness of the branches and wind. He took notice of your body shivering and tensing up as the thin fabric of the sleeping bag kept stretching from your movement.
"Baby? Wait, let me warm you up." he whispered out sleepily, gently rubbing his eye as he got out of his sleeping bag. He was kneeling towards you and swiftly undid the zipper of your sleeping bag.
"Can you get up for me? We can share my hoodie. It's painfully oversized, I can probably fit five people inside." he said in a soft tone as his hand gently rubbed your arm. You nodded, slowly getting up as your muscles kept shriveling. Tecchou undid his zipper and went behind you, his heated and thin T-shirt clothed chest pressing on your back as he wrapped the hoodie around you and pulled the zipper up. You put your knees up and rested your arms around your legs as he pulled the hoodie further over them, making you cozy and warmer. His clothed arms wrapped around your body as the two of you kept snuggling for a while, your body kept slowly reheating.
"It will be hard to sleep like this, you know?" you told him as a soft chuckle escaped your throat.
"You think?" Tecchou took that as a challenge and swiftly pulled you down with his body, the two of you laying over your sleeping bag as your eyes widened for a quick moment due to his rapideness.
"Well...how will we close the zipper of a sleeping bag?" you were teasing him playfully making Tecchou squint his eyes as he realized his mistake.
"Makes sense...well take my hoodie." he got up without any warning, making you scoff as your body got pushed by him.
"Can you at least give me a heads up before you do something?" you asked him in a slightly surprised tone as he stayed silent, moving his upper body swiftly and getting out of the hoodie. You put your arms inside the sleeves, turning towards Tecchou, a worried expression appearing on your face.
"What about you though? You can't stay in that thin shirt the whole night." your voice kept expressing worry and care making Tecchou chuckle lightly.
"Heh, I will be fine. My body is always high in temperature so I will be okay and we can sleep together in your sleeping bag therefore I will also be warm." he reassured you and you nodded as the two of you got inside the bag, your back pressing against his front. He put his arm around you pulling you closer to him as you put your hand over his forearm, squeezing it gently. Wind was slowing down just as your body got completely reheated, breathing syncing up with Tecchou's.
"Now you can sleep nicely baby. Have sweet dreams." he said the second part of his sentence in some mixture of demonic and high pitched tone making you shoot your eyes open.
"What the hell was that?" you asked him concerned as your heart started beating slightly faster.
"Oh, I was imitating Jouno." he answered in his usual tone, making you sigh out.
"Never do that again. Please." you said sharply, closing your eyes as you kept getting sleepier.
"Hm...fine. I think I did a great job though. Now, sleep well angel and have some lovely dreams. I love you." he whispered out, placing a gentle kiss on the back of your head. You were giggling as you squeezed his forearm.
"You did, that's the problem." you laughed out as you moved his hand closer to your lips and kissed it. Tecchou chuckled at your confirmation.
"Sleep well Tecchou, I love you more." you whispered out, closing your eyes as warmth and coziness kept filling up your body, two of you quickly dozing off to sleep feeling safe, secure and comfortable.
The End :) <3
Special thanks to my loveliest @iovetecchou for helping me with preface for Chuuya and Tecchou, I love you :D <3
I hope you liked it and enjoyed it! :) <3
Thank you for the request one more time and huge thanks to everyone for supporting me and being nothing but kind, I deeply appreciate it :) <3
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masuchu · 2 years
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↻ STANDING IN FRONT OF THEM WITH YOUR ARMS OPEN ?!
pairing. chuuya x reader, dazai x reader, atsushi x reader, ranpo x reader
warnings. none!
a/n. second post :00 this one is less rushed !! i hope you like it :)
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chuuya —
he’ll be a little confused, but he’ll get there in a second or two!
just stares right back at you and says something along the lines of “well, what are you waiting for? my lap is right here, doll.”
he’ll let you stay there for as long as you like, on the condition that you don’t disrupt his work too much,,
feel free to start poking and prodding him, he’ll either shout at you or you’ll start a war, a war that you won’t win by the way :))
he likes having you there, really. it’s a nice presence near him that he’s never really had before, it’s nice. your nice. chuuya admit he’s in love challenge??
if you start doing it all the time, he’ll just chuckle and sigh, lift you up like a koala and let you hold onto him for however long you need
he’ll say stuff like ‘wow, somebody’s clingy’ or ‘do you really like hugging me that much?’ but what he won’t tell you is that he secretly loves watching you stand next to him with your arms extended, like a lost puppy, it’s cute
you can always count on chuuya to know what you want, he takes pride in being the best boyfriend
you tell him that he’s always welcome to do it to you too, he’ll probably shout at you like ‘huh?! no, i’m not doing that.’ he really wants to
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dazai —
knows immediately.
he won’t waste a minute, he will stop whatever he is doing and completely flop onto you. this man will not let an opportunity to touch you, let alone hug you, pass that easily
and he won’t get off either. good luck breathing.
you’ll be on the floor, wheezing, tears in your eyes telling him “samu,, get off please..”
he’ll look you dead in the eyes and go “no. 😀”
(will also whine if you get annoyed, saying stuff like ‘but you wanted this firssssssstttt,,’ or ‘are you really going to deny me of a hug, you wouldn’t ☹️’)
sly bastard
you’ll learn to not do this again,,
all jokes aside, when he’s finally had his fill of clinging to you like a koala, he’ll turn around and settle for spooning you for a bit
he’ll lay low on being clingy and you’ll both just lay there, in peace (the peace is only temporary, might i add.)
but anyways, back to the prompt-
he’ll always know what you want when you do this, and don’t think for a second that anything will stop him from tackling you to the floor, bed, sofa and not letting you go
you already know that he has absolutely no issue doing this to you too! he will stand there, like a little kid, pouting and whining at you. he will not stop
good luck 👍🏻
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atsushi —
POOR BABY HE’LL BE SO CLUELESS :((
he’ll just look at you like a puppy, face blank and confused and just say “do you need anything..?”
he’ll probably be a bit scared ngl, you’re standing there, looking down on him with your arms out, silent as well…
are you threatening him? should he be concerned? did he forget to do something and you realised and now your hunting him do-
“atsushi, i want a hug”
oh.
oh.
immediately flushes pink and stammers out an apology while also trying to tell you that he would love to give you a hug
“o- oh! sorry, hah - ha. y - you, you can have a hug! if you want!! but, you don’t have too!! you know, if you like, don’t want to a - anymore! thats fi-“
you shut him up by sitting on his lap and wrapping your arms around him. it’s effective, 10/10 attack
once he calms down a little bit from his little mini heart attack, he’ll hug you back and put his face in your neck. out of shyness and because your warm.
he’s really grateful for you, you know. he wants to tell you so badly, but he can’t. so he hopes that his actions speak for him. the way he’ll fix the covers and make you comfier if he wakes up first, the way he’ll hold your hand tightly so he doesn’t loose you in public, the way he swear he’ll protect you no matter what, because your name can not be added to the list of people he’s lost.
and as much as he’s utterly clueless on love, he’s trying his best. and he’s thankful that the stars aligned you two, he’ll never thank you enough
crying rn guys
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ranpo —
i’ll tell you exactly how this will go down
this man is territorial. he is literally a cat.
he’s watching you stand there, arms extended, hands grabbing at him, eyes watching hopefully
and he’ll say
“you can’t have any, this is my food!”
‘“..what?”
“i said, these are my snacks! i’m not sharing!”
you audibly giggle. loud.
that giggle turns into hysterical laughter.
bro gets angry
are you laughing at him? he bought you snacks! not his fault you ate them all! you’re still laughing!! this is a serious matter, babe!!
your laughter dies down a little bit and you wipe your tears, still giggling every second
“honey, sweetie, baby, my love. i don’t want your food, i want a hug.”
HE GETS DEFENSIVE!!
“yeah, i knew that obviously! because of my ability babe, my ability, yeah. i knew you wanted a hug i just, you know, was testing you, yeah. mhm.”
“sure, babe.”
he’s about to argue that ‘he’s telling the truth!’ but you flop down onto and wrap your arms over his shoulders before he can protest.
he just sits there, grumpy, like a cat
he’ll look away and pout when you giggle at his frown, patting his head and telling him ‘it’s okay, love. you didn’t know.’
give him more head pats he needs them for brainpower, he can’t get smarter without them
he now knows for future reference, if his partner is standing over him like an owl, grabbing their hands and staring at him, it is not a threat
oh yeah, and he’ll deny that that ever happened if you bring it up again!
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airybcbyy · 8 months
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Hello! I hope you are doing as good as Karl's spoiled raccoon life!
Anyhow, I low-key just found out that having kids of my own most likely won't be an option for me. Am high-key bummed out so, I was wondering if you could do head cannons of the BSD men reacting to fertility issues?
If not that's okay! Thank you for your time anyways! 😊
AHHHH TY TY IM DOIN GREAT SORRY FOR NOT SEEING THIS SOONER BUT OF COURSE 🫶🏼 HOPE YOU GET A MIRACLE AND GET URSELF A BABY💜💜 sending baby dust your way✨✨
BSD Men reacting to fertility issues headcanons!
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a/n – there was no specific characters you asked for but feel free to comment/ask if you (or anyone else) want this with other characters!!
content – TW!! mentions of infertility, sensitive topic talked about, reader is afab, fem reader, fem bodied reader,, fluff, SPOILERS for tachihara, tachihara calls reader “baby girl”, akutagawa calls reader “dear”/“my dear”, dazai calls reader “belladonna”/“bella” ,i think that’s it lmk if i missed anything!
synopsis – tachihara, akutagawa, and dazai reacting to reader having fertility issues!
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tachihara
tachihara lost his brother young, so he never really got to experience the big brother type of love
so he’d always wanted have kids!
and when he met you?
the woman of his dreams?
oh he thought he’d have his whole life planned out.
he’d leave the port mafia as an undercover agent
go back to being a hunting dog
get his monthly surgeries to stay alive
and finally get the life he’d always wanted
with the love of his life🫶🏼
and even before he’d been able to leave the pm
you two had tried
and tried
and tried
and when nothing happened no matter how many times you guys tried?
you both decided to go to a fertility doctor
and learned that you, the love of his life, was infertile.
tachihara felt his heart break
but not for him.
no, he felt his heart break for you.
the woman who’d been so happy to try over and over again with him for a child
the woman who’d sat beside him when given the news and even if you didn’t cry, he’d heard the sharp inhale from you
even on the car ride home, he’d began to think about what you were thinking about.
and later when the two of you got home to your shared apartment, you’d immediately ran off to your shared room and he let you
he knew you needed time to process, so he started working on dinner
he made the only thing he really knew how to make; spaghetti
maybe it wasn’t going to be good, but he didn’t want to subject you to cooking or the take out food you were definitely thinking about if it added to your condition.
he’d walked into your room with the dinner in his hand and found you curled up in a ball in the middle of the bed
even if he didn’t hear you crying, he heard your sniffles and saw your shaking shoulders
he immediately put the two plates down on a dresser
he laid down behind you, wrapping his arms around you in a spooning position
“it’s okay, baby girl, don’t cry.” he cooed toward you. maybe he wasn’t a good person outside of this home, but when he was with you it was like he was that one puppy at the pound that wouldn’t jump up at any person that walked in– until it came to you. you brought the light into his life, and even if the two of you most likely couldn’t have children, you two could keep trying. if it never happened for the two of you, there was children in this world that needed to be adopted– he’d seen how orphans getting taken into big mafia groups, and he would hate for that to be any child. “i can’t give you that big family, michi-”the affectionate nickname rolled off your tongue with a heavy heart. you’d always dreamed of that with him, and now because of you (in your mind),the two of you couldn’t have that. “no, baby girl, it’s not your fault. now we can choose our own family♡”
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akutagawa
ryunosuke akutagawa never envisioned kids in his life
before the port mafia, he thought he was simply going to die young due to his disease(cries in chapter 88)
and then he’d met you; a woman so beautiful that not even the feared diablo could hide his affections for you.
but even when the two of you started talking about being in a relationship; kids never came up
he never wanted any and he thought you wanted the same
and you had!
kids was never something you had wanted much in life either.
until, you had a pregnancy scare.
but it wasn’t actually scary for you,
you felt this rush of happiness and that’s when you realized what you wanted in life
to be a mother.
you already had the maternal feeling that most mothers didn’t get until they’d had a kid
you were empathetic
you knew how to calm akutagawa down even when no one else could
it was like you were born to be a mother
so you told ryunosuke your new found passion,
and i admit; he was a little taken aback by this sudden change in your attitude
but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try with you.
“if it happens it happens.” that was your motto to each other.
but then it…didn’t happen
and it never happened.
you didn’t tell akutagawa, but you were upset
how were you supposed to tell him? he didn’t want children much!
so you secretly went to a fertility doctor
you didn’t bother asking akutagawa to come along, he’d either be noticed from his constant being on the news or catch someone staring too hard and rashomon would cause yet another death
but maybe you should’ve risked it because no one should’ve had to hear what you heard while alone
“i’m sorry ms y/n, but you seem to have some fertility issues. there seems to be an ovulatory disease that you have…”
the rest of the doctors words just droned on, but you couldn’t hear anything
it was like you had become the victim of a cruel prank by fate
the one thing you had slowly come to accept that you wanted - was ripped away before you could even grasp the idea of it
you couldn’t even go into work after the news was given to you, you sat at home waiting for akutagawa to get home
but how were you supposed to tell him? just blurt out you couldn’t make him a dad?
you decided to hold off on telling him, but your boyfriend wasn’t stupid
when he came home and you weren’t immediately jumping at the chance to talk about what the two of you did today he knew something was wrong
“ my dear, what’s wrong? ” akutagawa asked as he leaned himself on the door of your shared bedroom. usually when he stepped into your shared apartment he was met with the brightest toothiest grin from you, one of his favorite parts of the day, so when you didn’t greet him at the door he knew something was up. he walked into the room the two of you shared to find you curled up into yourself, visible tears that had dried on your perfect face. “ ‘m broken , ryu…”you sobbed out, causing the usually cold and stoic male to break the mask he’d worn all day while at work. “ what? dear, you’re not broken. ” he said simply, walking over to the bed and sitting beside you, rubbing your back. “ tell me what’s wrong, dear, please? ” he sounded so desperate to help you feel better about yourself. “ i cant have kids, ryu, i’m broken. ” your voice cracked as you looked back at him, mascara smeared off of your eyes and onto your under eyes. “ doctors said i cant have babies…” you hiccuped as he had to sit and process the words you said. “ oh my dear, it’s okay, we already have a family. the mafias our family.” he said softly as he laid down beside you, allowing you to crawl up into his arms. he quietly shushed you as he rocked you to sleep. even if you couldn’t make your own family, akutagawa would love you either way.
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dazai
dazai and his weird obsession with finding a beautiful woman to commit with was what led him to you.
you had been a new hire in a bar that he’d liked to frequent after spending hours at work
when you came up to him to see if he was just going to stare at you or get a drink , he’d taken the leap
he immediately grabbed your hands, eyes sparkling as he looked up at you
“ would you like to commit a double suicide with me? ”
you were on the verge of tears because of how stressed you were from the other patrons, so laughing at this silly man made you feel much better
his face fell as he looked at you, but your laugh was just so enchanting
“ my belladonna…would you not like to commit with me ? ”
and that’s how you ended up in this now two year long relationship with osamu dazai
over the past two years you’d moved in with osamu and switched your job from bartending to work in the cafe below the armed detective agency.
you’d seen many kids come in and out with their parents during your shifts
and they’d never really made you feel anything…until recently.
everytime you saw a child come in with their family it made your chest feel strangely tight and achey
and then you realized, that you really really wanted kids
ones that looked like dazai and didn’t have his personality, preferably.
and when you brought it up to him, he just teased you-
“ my bella, you just want what leads to the babies, don’t you? you shouldn’t have to even ask for that.”
it doesn’t get through his thick skull that you really do want kids until you just straight up tell him
“ osamu, i want kids. bad. ”
and for a man so smart, he sounded so dumb
blabbing on and on about how you’d look so pretty pregnant, but with a suicidal fool like his child? he couldn’t imagine it!
but wouldn’t osamu be mean if he didn’t give his cute little girlfriend what she wanted 🫶🏼
so you tried for months and months to get pregnant
and it just never happened for you
you decided that maybe the two of you had some other factor leading to the constant negative pregnancy tests
so you both went to the doctor and had check ups on your sexual health along with dazais sperm counted and your uterus checked to see if something was wrong
the two of you were even joking around about not being able to have kids and how silly that sounded
oh how you wished you could take it all back
the doctor came back and gave the news quite swiftly
“ i’m afraid miss y/n has a factor we have yet to determine that causes her chances of successfully carrying a child to significantly drop. i’m so sorry. ”
you tried your best to seem stoic and unwavering, but your vision clouded even more by every second.
the doctor left to give you two some time together.
and that’s when the real tears came
“ oh, my bella…”dazai frowned as he looked at you, trying to hide your glassy eyes and quivering lips. he wasn’t dumb, he knew how you were- so brave and so strong trying to keep your composure. the male wrapped his bandaged arms around your body. and that’s when the tears finally came flowing out, your whole body shaking as you clung to the man you so desperately wanted children with. “i’m useless , ‘samu.” you cried into your lovers arms. “i can’t even do the one thing women are supposed to do!” the male rubbed your back, trying to console you, but how could he? the dream that had just started to grow in your mind had been crushed with one simple dream. “no, no , you’re not useless. you’re the farthest from useless.”he cooed into your hair, one hair rubbing your back continuously while the other was holding the back of your head. “ we’ll grow our own family, my belladonna. i promise you. ” and dazai osamu was a man of his word.
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i really didn’t know much about infertility so i did some research, and i know it’s not the deepest dive into it; but i hope i did it justice!
if anyone would like a part 2 with other characters feel free to request it or just comment!
likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ;3
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can I req Dazai + chuuya comforting s/o who has broken their foot? I appreciate it! Remember to stay hydrated and to take care of urself <33
Thank you for the request. And yes thank you for reminding to drink water.
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Character(s): Dazai, Chuuya
Warning(s):
Readers Gender: Gn
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Chuuya~
You were running away from people who had been chasing you after you shot their leader. As you were trying to get away you had went onto of a building but they followed you up there. It seemed you had been cornered but from what you can see you can jump across to the next building, so you did.
But when you landed from your jump something felt like it cracked and you feel and your foot was consumed by pain. You heard your chasser getting ready to jump the building as you yourself was trying to get up but you heard a familiar voice.
"You know that was stupid of you" " Sh-shut up and help me up. I think I broke my foot" "Hold on I need to get rid of those". You looked still seeing the chaser pulling out their weapons.
Chuuya left you to go take down the chasers as you tried to pick yourself up, you did get up but you couldn't walk on your left foot so you used the wall to help you walk as you dragged your foot around. "Need any help" "Please", Chuuya helped you back to the Port Mafia as you got a quick check up and you learned that you did in fact broke your foot.
You will still be able to do missions but you won't really be in the action. You were okay with your broken foot but still were upset. That was when you had been handed a nice glass of wine, "To help you with the pain" "Thanks".
You and Chuuya sat there finishing the bottle he had brought for the both of you. As the night came late and the bottle was finished Chuuya looked at you than was taken aback. You had tears coming out your eyes and when you saw him look at you, you wiped them away. "Y/n are you okay?" "Yeah", you said trying to smile but the pain in your foot worsen. "You know a healer did say they will be coming later this week" "I know but the pain it hurts so bad cause I failed at my mission" "How did you think you failed" "You had to come in and wasted your time on me".
Chuuya was surprised at that but he than thought about it more. You had always seem like a prideful person and you never really asked for help on mission, all in all you never needed help like that.
"I would have done it either way" "The hell-" "Even if you hadn't broken your foot I still would've helped you. I know you are a great fighter but there is a reason why so many of us work together." "But my foot for the whole week I will be reminded of-" "Of how you still finished of the target and I came and saved you. The missions was a success just the escape".
Chuuya looked away from you after that as you only held your head down. Chuuya did try to get up only for you to stop him. "I think I might need help standing up", Chuuya only smiled as he helped you and he will continue to help you because he loved you.
Dazai~
You were in a fight but when you thought the fight was over you got cheap shot leaving you with a broken foot being carried by Dazai. "Y/n are you okay" "N-no my foot I think I broke it" "Hang on than I still think we are being tracked". As you and Dazai were hiding out waiting for the others. You had tried to move your foot around but you only winced in pain. Dazai notice this as he held your hand, "squeeze my hand when you feel the pain". After that Dazai can feel that you are breaking his as how hard you've ben squeezing it. "Breath in and out Y/n I promise it would be over soon", Dazai said as he brushed his thumb on your hand as you tried to focus on your breathing.
"J-just hold on there Y/n Atsushi should be here soon and we can leave", after saying that Atsushi came up to the both of you. "Oh Y/n are you okay" "Just get me to Yosano, please", after that you three were back at the Armed Detective Agency where Yosano came and helped healed you.
After a couple of hours later you came back out seeing that Dazai had stuck back and waited for you. "I thought you would have been home by now" "And leave someone as beautiful as you here to walk home by yourself". "Well thank you Dazai but I'll be fine" "Come on please Y/n" "Well if imma be stuck with you do you just wanna get a drink" "Are you paying?".
"Well this is your thank you drink" "For what waiting for you" "No, by helping me when my foot was broken I really need some comfort, thank you for that". You said walking out of the Ada with Dazai right behind you.
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fyorina · 27 days
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ᡣ𐭩 ROMAN HOLIDAY
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FEATURING: dazai osamu
SUMMARY: you come across a suspicious figure laying unconscious on the beach near your apartment. concerned, and thinking that they might be dying, you bring them back to your apartment. a mistake, of course... or was it? {wordcount: 8k; fem!reader, sfw, romance}
AUTHOR'S NOTES: guys i am so nervous & excited, here is part 1!! i hope u guys enjoy this half as much as i loved writing this! reblogs definitely appreciated!! i’ll reblog with the taglist as soon as it decides to show on the dash & in the tags!
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The last thing you expected while taking a late night break from studying was to find a man washed up on the shore of the bay. It’s been an awful day, you aren’t even sure why you decided to go for a walk in this weather but you were just so desperate to get out of your apartment that you didn’t heed the warnings sent to your phone about the severe storms. You blink a few times as you catch sight of the man, wondering if the hours spent confined to your room finally did you in, but no—through the torrential rain and the wicked winds of the storm, a figure is lying limp on the ground.
With only a moment’s hesitation, you rush forward, grimacing at the feeling of sand getting in your sneakers as you make your way across the beach to where the man is unconscious. You drop to your knees next to him, eyes wide and fumbling for your phone—a futile endeavor considering the rain just makes your phone slippery and the touchscreen useless.
Sighing, you shove your phone back into your pocket and instead focus on the man before you. He’s young, you realize, probably around the same age as you with dark wet curls and fair skin, wearing a tan trench coat. You reach out to press two fingers against the pulse point on his neck, letting out a sharp breath of relief when you feel it thudding steadily, even if his skin is alarmingly cold. You shake his shoulders, trying to get him to wake up, but he’s completely unresponsive.
Sitting back on your heels, you press your lips together as you stare down at the man, trying to figure out what exactly you should do about him. You can’t leave him—the storm is only going to get worse over the night. The weather channel said that Yokohama is facing the outskirts of one of the strongest typhoons to hit Japan in years, and it’s expected to go right over the city tonight. If you leave him, he could die, and you have enough on your shoulders with school, the last thing you need is some random man’s death hanging over you too. 
Resigned, you shift to a crouching position. You grimace as you look over him, trying to figure out if you’re even capable of carrying him—he’s tall, yes, but he looks thin enough. Not for the first time, you curse your workload for preventing you from going to the gym. Rubbing the back of your neck, you let out a deep breath as you grab the man under his arms, grunting as you do your best to shift him onto your back. 
You stumble forward a bit once you have him mostly settled on your back, but he’s much taller than you and it’s awkward trying to position him in the best way for you to be able to walk, especially with the pouring rain and the wind pushing you back. 
“Why are you so gangly?” you hiss to yourself, hopping up to try to push him up more because his legs keep knocking into yours, nearly making you trip. You swear it has to be on purpose because what are the chances that every time his legs swing, his foot nearly catches on your ankle.
With much effort, you make your way back up the shore to the road you had come from—luckily, you haven’t gotten far from your apartment complex, but it’s much more difficult walking with a grown ass man on your back through a storm than it is on your own. 
Spitting out occasional curses of irritation and purposefully jostling the unsuspecting man on your back around a bit too roughly, you finally make it back to your apartment complex, but evidently, your commotion has risen above the sound of the torrential rain and thunder because one of your neighbors is cautiously opening their door. You let a sheepish smile slip onto your face when your eyes fall upon Tamura Hotaru, who looks a little alarmed but not entirely surprised when she realizes it’s you causing the disturbance, accustomed enough with your presence in the complex to know that if something loud is going down, you’re likely at the center of it.
“Ah.” Your voice is nearly a wheeze as you speak, exhausted from carrying a grown man up the steps to the second level of apartments. “Sorry, Hotaru-san.”
“Are you… okay?” Hotaru asks hesitantly, stepping out of the apartment and outside onto the walkway in her slippers, the building luckily shielding the two—three—of you from the rain. 
“I’m fine,” you say, as if there isn’t a whole person draped over your back. “Can you open my door? My keys are in my pocket.”
A bit concerned, Hotaru nods and steps forward, awkwardly reaching into your pocket to take out your keychain, glancing again at the man on your back, uneasy. “Do you know this man?” 
“No,” you say immediately. “I found him unconscious down by the shore. Didn’t want to leave him there. Do you know him?” 
Hotaru shakes her head, making her way over to your apartment door and unlocking it for you. “Are you sure you should be letting a man you don’t know into your apartment?” Hotaru asks quietly. “He could be dangerous, you-”
You turn your head to the side a bit to look at the man, only to scowl as you get a faceful of wet dark hair. Turning your attention back to Hotaru, you say, “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.”
Hotaru does not look convinced, but she nods. “If you need anything, Hideyoshi and I will be home waiting out the storm. Yell if you need us.”
“Thanks, Hotaru-san.” You grin at the older woman, who only nods and steps back into her apartment, but not before casting you one last concerned look.
Without sparing another second, you push into your room, desperate to free yourself of the man’s additional weight because you can feel your entire body burning already and you do not want to be sore tomorrow. Unceremoniously, you drop the man down onto your couch and move to shut the door, but before you reach it, you glance back at where you had dropped him. 
Brown eyes stare back at you. 
You don’t move for a second, in shock, and immediately his eyes shut, as if he’s pretending to be unconscious still.
“I saw that,” you accuse, pointing a finger at him. You don’t get a response, a part of you wonders if you had really gone off the deep-end and you just imagined it, but you’re certain… “I saw that! Stop pretending to be asleep! I’ll hit you!” 
“Okay, okay,” the man complains, rubbing his head as he sits up and looks at you. “What is it with you women and violence? You’d get along well with Yosano-sensei.”
Your mind somehow feels blank and overwhelmed at the same time; you aren't sure if you’re embarrassed, angry, or just plain stunned. Maybe all three. Probably all three. The dark-haired man looks entirely unbothered as he peers around your apartment curiously, as if you hadn’t just lugged him all the way from the beach to your apartment during a typhoon, thinking he was unconscious or dying when he was just…
“You-” you finally splutter, both face and eyes aflame, “you were awake? How long were you awake?” 
The brunette only grins, looking mighty pleased with himself. “I mean, it was pretty hard to stay asleep when you were jostling me around like a sack of flour trying to get me on your back.”
Your jaw drops. “You knew I was struggling and you just let me continue? Why did you make me carry you if you were awake?” 
You have half a mind to throw a paperweight at him, fingers curling tightly around the turtle-shaped object on the desk next to you; as if he can sense your thoughts, he grabs one of your pillows and tucks it in front of him, getting ready to shield himself from the imminent threat. Or maybe he just knows he’s about to say something that’s going to set you off, because the corner of his lips twitch as he says:
“Why would I deny myself the opportunity of being carried around by such a lovely lady?” he asks, brown eyes so wide and innocent that it would have had you flustered if you weren’t already so angry. 
He was right to grab the pillow, because as soon as the words leave his lips, you’re launching the paperweight at him. He lets out a yelp, raising the pillow to block the attack and catching the heavy glass object before it can hit the ground and shatter, placing it on your coffee table.
“I thought you were dying-”
He sighs, longingly, “I wish.”
Your face twists into an expression that’s an odd mixture of concern and rage because what does that mean? Shaking your head, you turn to shut the door to your apartment, just a bit harder than necessary. A puddle has formed right at the inside of your door, the angle of the rain shifting just enough to make it into your apartment. Somehow, this day keeps getting worse and against all odds, you’re regretting taking a break from studying.
When you look back at him, you scowl when you see him inching toward the papers you have laid out on your coffee table—papers that you have very meticulously set up so you can rifle through them easily when you start outlining for your exam. 
“Touch my papers and lose your hand,” you warn, and immediately, he pushes out his bottom lip, casting you an expression that might have been cute if you weren’t so aggrieved. “Take off your coat.”
His eyes light up. “You’re trying to get me out of my clothes so quickly,” he coos, “we’ve only just met, but I’d be happy to oblige.”
You glower at him. “You’re going to get sick. I have no interest in seeing your lanky, bony body.” 
He pouts even harder at that, but at the very least he does as you say, stripping his soaked trench coat off and looking around the room as he tries to figure out where to put it. Rolling your eyes, you hold your hand out and he passes it to you. You’re tempted to toss it right out the door, but refrain, instead opening a nearby closet and hanging it on the top of the door, frown deepening when water begins to puddle on the ground beneath it.
Shrugging off your own raincoat and stuffing it away, you turn your attention back toward the man in your apartment. You think you should be more alarmed—that maybe Hotaru was right to be concerned—but he looks more like a wet dog than danger from the way he’s standing in your apartment with his hair matted to his face and his clothes clinging to his body, trying to get another peek at the papers on your coffee table. 
Cute, but a little pathetic. 
He sneezes.
A lot pathetic. 
“What’s your name, anyway?” you ask, leaning down to pick up what you assume is his wallet—it must have fallen out of his pocket when you were lugging him through the door. 
“Do you bring many men back to your apartment without learning their names first? Scandalous,” he immediately asks, eyes turned up as he shoots you a charming smile. Charming is generous, given that his nose is twitching as another sneeze suddenly comes on. “Dazai Osamu.”
You give him an absent-minded hum as you peeked inside his wallet only to find that the only thing he carried in it was his ID… not even a single dollar, or spare change, or a credit card. You raise your eyebrows, unimpressed. That’s a bit… sad. You have more money than that and you aren’t even working a job anymore. 
Shaking your head, you tossed the wallet at him, but evidently, he catches the expression on your face as you look inside it and he raises his own eyebrows, pointedly looking at your small apartment, as if daring you to say something about his lack of money.
“I’m a grad student,” you immediately defend. “You try going to grad school while working a job, I already barely sleep. What’s your excuse?”
“I’m a detective,” Dazai immediately says.
You scoff. “Must be a bad one, considering how empty your wallet is.”
“Ouch,” Dazai gasps, dramatically. “I’ll have you know I’m a very good one.”
“I’m sure.”
“I am.”
You don’t respond as you make your way into the only other room of your apartment—your bedroom. Distantly, you notice that Dazai is following behind you aimlessly. You kneel down to get into the bottom drawer of your dresser, pulling out a towel and a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. 
“Aren’t you going to ask my name?” you ask dryly. “Or maybe say thank you? And perhaps apologize?” 
“I already know your name,” Dazai immediately says. Your eyes narrow. He smiles, pointing to his temple. “Detective, remember?” 
Unconvinced, you say, “It was on the papers you were looking at.”
Dazai pouts. Again. But then he smiles in a way that makes you suspicious. “Look at those deduction skills, you should join me at the office. We don’t have nearly enough beautiful women there.”
You barely refrain from rolling your eyes, glancing at him again. He’s shivering—not much, only just enough for it to be noticeable—and his lips are a bit paler than you think should be normal. You shove the towel and change of clothes into his chest, he stumbles back half a step and looks down, surprised. 
“Take a hot shower, then you can leave. I’ll throw your clothes in the dryer,” you say. “You’re already testing the limits of my hospitality.”
“Oh? Are you going to join me?” 
The look you shoot him is nothing short of withering. You have not rescued a vulnerable, dying man. You have ‘rescued’ a menace. 
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“Cute duck towels,” is the first thing you hear after forty-five minutes of peace and quiet. “Really, rated five stars. They made the whole experience come together.”
You pride yourself on your newfound self control, tongue pressing against the inside of your cheek and grip tightening on the papers in your hand as you ignore the dark-haired fiend that you had made the mistake of helping. Dazai, evidently, pays no mind to the fact that you are desperately trying to keep a hold of that thin string of restraint, plopping down on the couch right next to you.
“You can leave now, you ran my water bill up enough with that shower,” you say dryly, but even as the words leave your lips, there’s a crack of thunder so loud that it nearly shakes the whole apartment building. Your gaze tears from your papers over to the window, just as lightning strikes the center of the parking lot, your eyes widen just a bit, and you glance over at Dazai just as he looks at you.
Neither of you speak for a moment. 
“You survived long enough out there on your own,” you finally mutter, but resign yourself to focusing back on your notes. You aren’t cruel enough to cast someone out into such a dangerous storm, even someone as irritating and presumptuous as this Dazai is. “What were you even doing out there anyway?”
“I was trying to commit suicide. It failed, obviously. The storm currents knocked me out of the barrel, I think. I suppose it was for the best, it was getting pretty dizzy in there,” Dazai says so casually that you aren’t sure you heard him correctly.
“I’m sorry?” you ask, lips parted in shock, voice tinged with disbelief because how else are you supposed to respond to something like that?
“Hm?” 
“… are you okay?”
“Yes?” Dazai asks, shooting you a strange look as if you are the one that’s odd when he just off-handedly said he was trying to commit suicide. You stare at him for a moment, but decide to retain at least a semblance of your sanity and drop the subject instead of pushing. 
“Whatever. Don’t bother me, I have to study,” you say, trying to figure out where you had just left off. 
As soon as you find the bullet point, Dazai is talking again—your eye twitches, you’re pretty sure that was intentional. 
“Aren’t you nervous inviting a random man into your apartment?” Dazai echoes what Hotaru had asked you before. Exasperated, you look over at him, he’s leaning his arm against the back of the couch, turned toward you, resting his cheek on his bicep as he watches you curiously. “I could be a criminal.”
“You just said you were a detective,” you say dryly.
“I could’ve been lying,” Dazai counters. “Or I could, you know, be doing crime on the side.”
Pointedly, your gaze trails over him, taking in the way your sweatpants are riding up his calves and your shirt hangs off his shoulders, the bandages wrapped around his arms, ankles and neck. You let out a noise that’s caught between a laugh and a scoff, then look away. 
“What does that mean?” Dazai gasps dramatically. “That was so rude.”
You don’t deign him with an answer, picking up your pen to circle off where you left off so you can go right back to it once he’s tired of irritating you. You squint a bit and then cut your gaze back toward Dazai, realizing that the bandages are dry which could only mean…
“Did you raid my first aid kit?” you demand, turning to face him—you’d almost forgotten about the thing, you haven’t had to use it in… a long time. 
His eyes widen a bit. “Aha, about that-”
“Do you know how expensive those are? That was a nice one too!” 
Getting increasingly more frustrated, and feeling a headache coming, you lean over and lay your face in your hands, rubbing your skin harshly before rising to your feet. You grab a few stacks of your notes and make your way over to your desk, sitting down at the chair, away from the man whose existence just continues to drive you up the wall. 
But Dazai Osamu is relentless. 
As soon as you sit down at your desk, he’s following like a lost duckling, getting up and walking over to you. You look at him from the corner of your eye, exhaling deeply.
“Can you sit down?” you ask through grit teeth. 
Dazai acquiesces, but instead of sitting back down on the couch, he makes his new seat your desk, right next to where you’re sitting. You let your eyes slide shut, counting to ten as a means to calm yourself down. 
Your efforts are wasted, feeling Dazai’s lithe fingers wrap around one of your hands, lifting it into his lap. You don’t move physically, but your gaze snaps to the side, watching him carefully as he traces each of your fingers with the tip of one of his. 
“Your hands are so pretty, bella,” Dazai sighs, a smile on his lips that edges on flirtatious as he looks down at your hand. “Since you denied me the sweet relief of death earlier, perhaps-”
“No,” you say, taking back your hand, instantly deciding that you aren’t going to like whatever he’s about to say, so you don’t even want to hear it. 
Dazai pushes his bottom lip out again, you can feel his knee brushing your arm from how close he’s sitting next to you. “But-”
“No. Are you always this forward with women you’ve just met? Have some shame.” Your voice is sharp, and does not at all reflect how you’re starting to get flustered because of his proximity. 
This time, there’s no edge about the flirtatious smile that’s on his lips—his eyes are lidded as he looks down at you, voice just a bit lower. “Only with the beautiful ones that go out of their way to help me.”
“An action I’m thoroughly regretting, I promise you,” you tell him tightly, no longer able to deny that he’s making you feel frazzled. You stand back up and grab your papers so quickly that you know you had messed up the careful order you had them in before. “There are blankets in the closet next to the television. Goodnight.”
You make your way across the room, strides long and purposeful, closing your bedroom door and locking it before he can follow or say another word.
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You wake up much later in the night. Squinting at your clock, you scowl when you see that it only reads half-to-four. You consider just going back to sleep, but then your stomach starts rumbling and you know it’s a lost cause—you’re never able to sleep on an empty stomach. Rubbing your eyes and sitting up, you yawn before throwing the covers off of you and getting out of bed.
You don’t bother turning on the lights, you don't feel like blinding yourself, and you also don't want to actually fully wake yourself up otherwise you’ll never get back to sleep. You’ll just lumber over to the kitchen, grab a cookie or whatever else you have lying around, and then pass back out.
In your disoriented state, you completely forget about your guest until you step into the dark room and see a figure sitting at your window seat, faintly illuminated by the full moon outside, expression vacant and unsettling as he stares into the night—his eyes are exceedingly still and exceedingly black, like voids that consume everything around him. You hesitate, lips parting to say something when he doesn’t even register your arrival, but you frown when you realize that he hasn’t even pulled out a blanket or pillows for the night.
Has he just been sitting there all night? It’s been hours since you went to your room. 
“You shouldn’t sit that close to the window during a storm, the glass could shatter because of the window or lightning,” you say, and to Dazai’s credit, he doesn’t look at all startled by the sound of your voice. You wonder if he’d registered you there but just didn’t acknowledge it.
He lets out a longing sigh, the same one he let out earlier when you mentioned that you thought he was dying, and as he parts his lips to speak, you hold up your hand in a stop motion and say: “Don’t.”
Dazai casts you a forlorn look, but you can’t help but notice that it’s only half-hearted; he’s far more mellow than he was earlier. That empty look in his too black eyes is still there, and now that it’s settled on you, you feel a bit more unnerved—it’s a type of gaze that nothing can escape.
“You didn’t try to sleep at all?” you ask absently, making your way over to the kitchen.
Dazai lets out a noise, you aren’t sure if it’s in agreement or just acknowledging your words. “I don’t sleep well,” he says after a moment, voice a bit rough. You glance at him again, catching the brief, twisted expression on his face as he looks down at his hands. It’s like he’s a totally different person than he was just a few hours earlier. You frown a bit, cursing your bleeding heart because it tugs for the man when you catch that look on his face, as if he hadn’t been a complete menace to you not long ago. 
“Fair enough,” you say, opening the cabinet to see what you had. Your eyes light up when you catch sight of a mix in the far back, an idea setting in your head. “Do you want some hot chocolate?” 
Hot chocolate makes everything feel better. 
Dazai doesn’t respond right away, and you turn to look at him, questioningly, only to find he hasn’t budged from where he’s sitting on the window seat, brows furrowed a bit, dark eyes glancing at you with an expression just as questioning as your own. 
“... Have you ever had hot chocolate before?” 
Dazai doesn’t respond again, you take that as an answer in itself and repeat, far more appalled this time, “You’ve never had hot chocolate before?” 
You give Dazai a serious look. 
“Dazai Osamu, I am about to change the trajectory of your life,” you promise, making your way over to the counter, ruffling through the cabinets to get all of the ingredients you need for the fancy hot chocolate that your friend from university taught you how to make. Distantly, you note that Dazai has finally come away from the window, that odd, lost look in his eyes mostly gone as he approaches you curiously. “Some people prefer the traditional milk chocolate mix but I think white chocolate mix tastes better with oreos. Plus, this was how I was taught to make it and I’m not the best at making things so if I go off the recipe, I’ll probably ruin it.”
It’s a bit nerve wracking trying to make it with him hovering over you watching so intently, you can feel his gaze on you from where he’s leaning against the counter but you don’t dare turn to look at him. As you reach for the mint vodka, you ask, “Do you drink?”  
“Yeah,” he says, and you immediately set it out next to the rest of the ingredients, fumbling for a pot before pouring two cups of milk and the white chocolate mix into it. You turn on the stove, waiting for the milk to heat up. 
Hopping up to sit on the counter, feet dangling in the air, you look at Dazai again. It’s hard to see his expression from this angle considering the darkness and the way the moonlight is casting shadows over his face, but you think he looks a little better.
“My friend taught me to make this when I was stressing over my first year finals,” you say, glancing down at the pot. You can feel Dazai’s eyes laying heavily on you, and you feel a bit embarrassed sitting in your sleep shorts and top, but you push away the embarrassment to continue talking. “I’ve been obsessed with it since. You must tell me what you think.”
“Ah, bella, I’m bound to enjoy anything you make me.” His playful tone has returned but there’s a dull edge to it compared to the energy from before. 
“We’ll see,” you say, the spark of confidence you had earlier dwindles as you pour a generous shot into each of the mugs, turning off the stove and using a rag to grab the pot and pour the white chocolate milk into each of the mugs. 
You look around, trying to figure out where you had put the crushed oreos only to scowl when you remember the last time you had made the hot chocolates was when your classmate had come over to go over notes with you. He had put away all of the ingredients and… you squint, realizing that he had placed your little ziploc bag on the top shelf. Pursing your lips, you consider whether or not you should just hop on the counter but you aren’t even given the chance.
Your eyes widen a bit when you feel Dazai’s chest brush up against your shoulders as he reaches up over you to grab the ziploc bag you’re looking at. He drops it down on the counter in front of you but instead of immediately backing away, he lingers for a moment and you look over your shoulder up at him. His dark eyes are lidded and intrigued as he watches you; your breath catches, lips parting to say something but no words leave them. 
“Here you go.” The ghost of a smile inches onto his lips.
After what feels like an eternity, he finally steps back, the warmth against your upper back and shoulders disappearing instantly. Your face burns, you promptly turn back to finishing the two drinks. Stirring the alcohol into the drink, you reach into your fridge to grab the marshmallow cream, spooning an ample amount onto the top of each drink and decorating it with the crushed oreos. 
Once you’re satisfied with how pretty it looks, you take a step back to admire your handiwork, wishing that you hadn’t left your phone in your room so you can snap a picture and send it to your friends. 
Picking up both of the mugs, you glance once at Dazai, who’s waiting expectantly, a gleam in his eyes that’s faintly excited. 
You don’t hand him his cup. In fact, when he reaches for it, you move out of the way and ignore his offended expression, shuffling carefully over to the couch and putting it down on the coffee table before darting to the closet that stores your blankets, tugging two out and dragging them over to the couch. You toss one to the opposite side of the loveseat as you make yourself comfortable cross-legged on your side, wrapping yourself in the blanket and reaching for your hot chocolate. 
Pointedly, you look at Dazai and then to the mug of hot chocolate, and then to the seat next to you. 
He makes his way over to you, taking a seat on the far edge of the loveseat, a far cry from how he had sidled up as close as possible to you in the same seat before. You think he looks a lot smaller than he did before, sitting cross-legged in front of you with your shirt hanging off the shoulders and a mug of hot chocolate with copious amounts of marshmallow cream in between his hands. There are dark circles beneath his eyes, and his skin looks a little paler than it did earlier—you figure that despite your efforts, he’d still fallen ill because of how long he spent out there before you showed up.
“Go on,” you say, refusing to take a sip until you gauge his reaction to it. You feel uncharacteristically nervous—maybe you shouldn’t have talked it up so much. 
Pointedly, Dazai Osamu meets your eyes as he dips his head down to take a sip of the drink—unable to lift it without risking the marshmallow cream and hot milk spilling over the sides. You watch raptly as he takes the first sip. At first, there’s no reaction and you have the distinct urge to wallow in disappointment, but then he blinks in surprise, taking a much larger gulp of the drink. 
Your eyes light up, pleased. “You like it,” you say, taking a sip of your own drink, extraordinarily proud of the tasteful balance, considering you were half asleep while making them. 
Dazai winks. “I told you that I’d enjoy anything you made me,” he says smoothly, looking more at ease now than he did before, but it’s hard to take him seriously when there’s a white foamy mustache coating his upper lip. You press your lips together, biting back a giggle, and Dazai’s eyes narrow. “Are you… laughing at me?”
You snort, the serious expression on his face only making the situation more comical. 
“You got a little something…” You trail off, pointing to your upper lip. 
Dazai doesn’t look at all embarrassed, instead he tilts his head to the side, that flirty smile dancing on his lips again. “Clean it for me, bella?” 
You let out a noise that’s half a scoff and half a laugh. “You wish.”
“I do,” he sighs breathlessly, eyelashes fluttering as he looks at you. “What if I say please? Then, will you grant me the honor of kissing those exquisite lips?”
“How about you tell me about some of your detective cases?” you ask instead, leaning your head against the back of the loveseat as you watch him curiously. You have no intention of kissing him but you’re curious to know if he’s telling the truth about his occupation. “Then maybe I’ll think about it.”
“Ah, I see! You want me to herald you with stories of my heroics—that’s a great idea, you’ll never be able to resist me after you’ve heard all of my valiant deeds!” Dazai exclaims, leaning in a bit. “Allow me to tell you all about my most recent feat—the rescue of a poor, starving orphan and subduing the vicious white tiger that was terrorizing the city.”
You stare at him from over your mug. A vicious white tiger terrorizing the city? Is he making this up or are you really that absorbed in your study world that you hadn’t even known about it?
“What?” you ask, voice dry and laced with disbelief. You were expecting a murder case or missing persons case, not some fantastical do-gooder story. 
At least it will lull you to sleep.
“It’s the truth! The agency handles all types of dangerous cases—I’m sure you’ve heard of us, the Armed Detective Agency.” Dazai sounds pleased as he speaks. You have heard of them, they’re that agency of ability-users that focus on violent crimes, but you can’t help the doubt that creeps through you as you eye him suspiciously because is he really an ability-user? Catching your expression, he complains, “Don’t look at me like that, it’s true!” 
“What’s your ability then?” you ask curiously, you can feel drowsiness starting to hit again as you watch Dazai, waiting for a response. “Show me.”
Dazai laughs, although the sound seems a bit nervous. “Well, you see, bella, my ability is being able to cancel other people’s abilities. So…”
You roll your eyes, smiling lightly as you take another sip of your drink. “How convenient,” you murmur.
Dazai withers. “It’s the truth,” he laments, “I would never lie to such a beautiful and kind and lovely and-”
“Aren’t you going to tell me about how you rescued a poor, starving orphan and subdued the vicious white tiger that was terrorizing the city?” you interrupt him, and Dazai’s eyes light up again.
“Of course,” he agrees. “Now, imagine my surprise when I found a young boy on the banks of Tsurumi River while I was out taking a stroll one evening. He was so pitiful and hopeless that it just tugged at my heartstrings, so naturally, I offered to take him out to eat and let him order as much as he wanted…”
Your eyes droop as you listen to Dazai Osamu regale you with his grand account of heroism—the rescue of Nakajima Atsushi, bringing him into the detective agency, and his fight against the ferocious tiger. You watch vaguely as he tosses his hands about exuberantly as he speaks, eyes bright, a far cry from the empty expression that had been on his face when you had entered the room… or, maybe it isn’t a far cry, because even as he speaks you catch something indecipherable thinly veiled behind his dark eyes. 
Although, you might’ve been imagining it in your drowsy state.
Distantly, as your eyes slide shut, the warmth of the hot chocolate spreading through your body and Dazai’s voice lulling you back to sleep, you notice the man reach forward and take the mug from your hands, placing it down on the coffee table so it doesn't spill. Sleepily, you part your lips to thank him, but it only falls off into a yawn as you finally drift back to sleep.
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Bemused, Dazai Osamu watches you sleep. He had been certain that you weren’t what you seemed, that you were planning something nefarious—it’s the only explanation as to why you would go out of your way to help him the way that you did. There are people out there actively hunting Atsushi, the bounty on his head is heavy and there’s already been attempts by the Port Mafia and other smaller organizations to capture and cash in on the bounty. He figured that you’re one of them, going after him to try to get information on Atsushi. Dazai had been doing his best to figure out who exactly had set the bounty but he had resigned to accepting that the only way he’d get the answers he needed was through the Port Mafia itself. 
Then you showed up, and he thought maybe an opportunity was presenting itself because it was a bit suspicious that you found him in the middle of the night during a typhoon and brought him back to your apartment without any semblance of fear or hesitation. As soon as he had realized what was going on, he had decided to stick it out to see what happened. 
At first, he thought maybe he was being carted off to one of the enemy organizations—and if it was the Port Mafia, it was all the better as it just made his plan easier because at least they would be through the trouble of bringing him to them. But then you brought him to some run down apartment complex and he thought that maybe you were a rogue bounty hunter, which was a little more irritating because he doubted anything informative would come from it. Those types only got the information for the bounty and fulfilled the contract, they never had any additional, useful information about their employers or reasoning. 
But there’s just… nothing suspicious about you. 
He thought maybe he’d find something in those papers that you tried to keep him away from but they were just… notes about literature and politics. Then, he thought that maybe it was encrypted but no matter how he looked at it, it was just notes. He frowns as he cards through the papers again, careful to not disturb the particular order that you had left them in so that you don’t realize he had gone through them. 
There has to be something he’s missing—he places the papers back on your desk and looks around. He doesn’t believe that you’re just some random civilian who brought him back to help. No one is that kind. Especially not to him. Not without some kind of ulterior motive. His eyes draw across the room, catching the chipped paint of the walls, the windbreaker strewn haphazardly across one of the kitchen chairs, the stack of textbooks on the counter, and the picture hung up on the wall of a much younger you and an unfamiliar boy. It’s nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing that sets his alarms off.
He paces across the small room before he sets his eyes on the door that leads to your bedroom, wondering if his questions would be answered in there. Glancing once back at you to make sure you’re still deep in sleep, he pushes open the door to enter and slips into the room. 
He doesn’t know what he expects, but he’s met with disappointment when he steps into your room and realizes, again, that there’s nothing that stands out to him as strange. Some clothes are strewn across the floor near your dresser, as if you’d tossed them about in a panic to find a certain outfit, a suit jacket hanging on your closet door, a half-empty bottle of water on the ground near your bed. Everything is… frustratingly ordinary, and only leads him to the conclusion that you are just some random civilian. 
But then why would you go out of your way to help him?
The question rings through Dazai’s head over and over again. It’s not often he finds himself stumped by people—humans are predictable, their desires and motives are easily foreseeable, but no matter how much he prods and tries to fluster you into slipping up to reveal something that could give him an answer, you stay resolute. You’re either the most formidable actor that Dazai has ever met or you’re just… nobody, and you really had just gone out of your way to help him for no reason other than just having a good heart.
For some reason, the thought of that makes him infinitely uncomfortable. 
He sighs as he makes his way out of your room, shutting the door behind him quietly. He would have to up his game tomorrow, one last shot to figure out whether or not you’re what you make yourself out to be. 
Dazai’s gaze drifts down to where you’re cramped on the couch, neck hunched over in a position that has to be uncomfortable, a frown pushing at your lips even in your sleep. Could it really just be that you were a civilian? That you’d seen someone hurt and went out of your way to help? He just can’t be convinced of it, no one in this city went out their way to help without having an ulterior motive, but there’s no evidence of any and his gut is telling him…
Dazai lets out a puff of air, moving forward to try to gently shift you into a lying position, draping the blanket over you and watching as your face smoothes out as soon as you are in a more comfortable position. He grabs the hot chocolate you had made for him, not as warm anymore but still tasty, and he sits back down on the window seat that he’d been sitting on before you had woken up. 
Dazai rests his head against the cool glass, eyes sliding shut as his mind races, knowing damn well that sleep would evade him for yet another night. 
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“Woah, woah, yeah!” You rub your eyes as you wake up to the sound of someone singing under their breath. “You can’t do a double suicide alone~” 
You crack one eye open in confusion as the lyrics register through your head, peering over to where it was coming from. Dazai Osamu is sitting back at your window seat, nodding along to whatever imaginary tune is playing in his head as he sings along. The storm has passed quickly, evidently, but it isn’t necessarily nice outside—the wind has calmed and the sun is peeking through the clouds, but the rain is still coming down. He looks pretty with the sunbeams cast across his face, eyes closed and a smile teasing at his lips as he bobs his head along, dark curls flopping in his face. You’ll never admit it, but you admire him for a brief second because he is very attractive when he isn't running his mouth at you. 
You yawn as you sit up, realizing that he must have shifted you into a lying position during the night and fixed the blanket to cover you. Amused, you can’t help but notice that not only is his drink finished, but yours is too. You feel a bit proud, internally preening like a peacock.
“Morning,” you say, voice rough with sleep as you stretch—your back hurts, but you’re grateful that your friends insisted you spend the extra money on a nicer couch because otherwise you would be in agony. “Did you get any sleep?”
“Hm?” Dazai turns his head to the side, looking over at you. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.”
His voice is light and playful, the shadows of vacancy that had haunted his face during the night long gone as he turns his attention to you. You narrow your eyes at him a bit before standing up to make your way over to the kitchen to grab yourself a protein bar. You kneel down to fumble through the lower cabinets, securing two of them before standing back up straight. You toss one over to Dazai before focusing on unwrapping yours, distantly noticing him eye it, intrigued. 
“What time is it?” you ask curiously, taking a bite of the protein bar, squinting because through the clouds, the sun looks like it’s fairly high in the sky but it’s impossible to tell with the mostly dark skies. 
“Near noon,” he replies, and you nearly choke over the bite you just took and make your way back over to the couch hastily because you have a video meeting in less than an hour. “Oh, someone’s in a rush.”
“I have a meeting,” you say, fumbling for your phone and finding out that yes, it is 11:49  and your meeting starts at 12:30. You have to shower, and get set up, and make sure your wifi is up and working because if it isn’t you have to get somewhere where it is because you can’t afford to miss the meeting. “So, it’s time for you to go.”
“It’s still raining though,” he complains, shooting an affronted look toward the window. “You’re going to make me walk all the way to the Agency in the rain?”
“Yes,” you say, frazzled as you made your way into the laundry room, pulling open the dryer door to grab Dazai’s clothes and jacket. “The weather has cleared enough. You’ll survive.”
Turning to leave, you bump right into Dazai, who had followed you right into the laundry room and you hadn’t even noticed in your panic. You shove his clothes into his chest and then usher him back out of the small room and into the main room of your apartment, ignoring his protests. 
You aren’t even sure if you have your slides ready for your presentation, you realize, severely distraught. You had asked your two group mates to handle the last few slides because you had done all the rest of the work but you don’t trust them further than you could throw them. You hate group projects, you thought you’d be free of them in graduate school but the world is simply unkind.
“Now, now, now, wait up for a second,” Dazai says loudly as the two of you reach your front door. He digs his heels into the ground and holds up his hand in a ‘stop’ motion. You barely acknowledge him as you unlock your door, opening it wide. “We made a deal last night, didn’t we?” 
“Did we?” you ask amused, raising your eyebrows as you turn to look at him. He’s standing a bit closer than you expected, gaze heavy but his smile is light. Long fingers reach out to tug at a strand of your hair. Dazai leans in close, nose touching yours.
“A taste of your lovely, cruel lips in exchange for the stories of my heroic deeds?” he prods, giving you a close-eyed smile.
You’re proud of your self-control, able to maintain the amused expression even with his proximity. “I believe I said I’d think about it,” you correct.
“And?” Dazai presses, leaning against the frame of the front door as he awaits your answer.
You lean in just a tad closer, lips nearly brushing his. His eyes flutter shut as he waits for the kiss but instead of pressing your lips to his, you say: “They simply were not impressive enough.”
His hand flies to his chest as if he’d physically been wounded, head tilted back in mock agony as he falls back against the doorframe. “How could such beautiful lips speak such cutthroat words?”
“Out,” you say, pushing him out of the frame and onto the walkway, into the rain. 
He looks unperturbed, leaning back in with imploring eyes as he says:
“Ah, bella, but won’t you indulge me with just-”
You slam the door in his face, turning to lean against it. You pray that your face didn’t betray how flustered you actually feel, hand covering your mouth and eyes sliding shut as you try to recollect yourself
Trouble, you decide, as you listen to him bemoan your ‘sweet cruelty’ and swear that he would get the chance to woo you again. That’s what he is. He’s trouble. And you have a feeling that this won’t be the last time you encounter him. 
You aren’t sure if that’s a good or bad thing. 
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gojoath · 2 months
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𐑺 ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ MORNING KISSES, DAZAI OSAMU
dazai was always a little harder to get up for work in the morning, so you’ve figured out a different sort of alarm that works better than most.. but that doesn’t mean it’s easy.
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summary. fem reader. you kiss dazai awake. loads of fluff. very early morning scenes. still working on my characterisation of him. petnames; angel. wc, 1.2k.
note. i’ve missed him :< still currently working my way through the manga so dropping this in here before i disappear again to read even more ᰔ
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it’s early, too early as you groggily find yourself jolted from your rest by dazai’s fifth, sixth? alarm — your boyfriend had a nasty habit of snoozing them. every shrill shriek from the phone only serves as a means for him to push himself closer to you, winding his arm around your waist to squeeze, to steal your body heat and loll himself back to sleep despite the responsibilities that call for him.
but now, it’s even disturbing you as you squint blearily at the vibrating device on your bedside table, reaching blindly to tap at the screen until the alarm clocks stops and you save yourself from starting off the day with a headache.
your body still feels woozy with warmth and ease as you wake, something beneath your skin tugging you to roll towards dazai despite how tightly hes holding you, even as he sleeps. but you manage to turn to face him with your next breath and you feel at ease as you take in his serene, sleepy features.
his lips are slightly parted, his fingers curling softly against your waist from where his arm rests across you— the bandages decorating his skin feel soft against your own. there was a certain delicacy to his features in these moments, missing the usual teasing smirk or the goading grin he normally wore and you find yourself reaching towards him to stroke the wisps of hair at his temple.
mwah, you lean in with your next breath to press your lips against dazai’s forehead, almost as if your body moves on its own as your fingers trace down his cheeks then his jaw to hold him softly. another kiss to his left cheek next, followed by a smile and then another to the tip of his nose as you laugh. mwah, you continue as you pepper him in quick presses of your lips, like little angel kisses across his features that make his nose twitch cutely.
but still he doesn’t jostle or wake completely, you know you always pestered him about getting enough sleep but not to this extent — you almost find yourself considering checking for a pulse as you pull back to pout at his still sleeping figure. but in the very moment you decide to spare him of more kisses, finding them wasted when he’s not there to meet you with his usual giggles and quick presses of his own lips, as if on queue — his fingers stroke softly along the skin at your waist and he sighs.
“mmm, just a few more.. i’m not quite awake yet.” dazai’s voice scratches slightly in his throat, his lips forming a half-sleepy grin, but his hand still doesn’t hesitate to reach for yours as if he’s been awake this whole time.
“you sound pretty awake to me,” you laugh before meeting his fingers with your own; you don’t need to look, they’re etched in your memory, slender and petal-veined, soft and quick and never wrong.
you smile when dazai squeezes your intertwined hands before finally opening his eyes to shoot you a drowsy pout, “hey now, they know not to expect me at the agency this early. it would be so mean to pull me out of your arms so quickly.” he’s teasing you, you’d recognise the familiar lilt to his voice anywhere.
his eyes are warm and brown as summer earth as he gazes up at you, but there’s a glow to them that makes something burst and heat across your skin when he hooks his other arm around you to urge you to curl closer.
“so~ you can’t leave me yet, what if i get cold?” dazai’s pouting again, letting his voice take a deliberately, exaggeratedly sad sort of tone. like he’s trying to convince you to stay in bed with him for eternity.. he almost has you considering it.
but, you somehow find the strength in you to relent despite the way you still don’t make any attempt at trying to move just yet.
“‘samu, i have to leave too.” you make the mistake of tilting your head up towards dazai as you answer him, giving him the sort of look that has something in his gaze sparking as his hand begins to trail soft touches up the length of your spine. you curl into his chest and he almost looks smug as he sighs again, blinking slowly as his cheeks puff.
“would you sooner see me freeze to death than keep me warm for a few extra minutes?” another loud, drawn out sigh and you can’t help but roll your eyes, untangling your fingers from his as you go to make a show of rolling to the edge with a huff.
but dazai’s arm around you squeezes tighter and you give him a pout that’s so adorable— it doesn’t do your escape plan any favours because now he wants you even closer. “osamu,” you try but his now free fingers reach to brush over your cheek next, and you hate the way it makes you shudder— your self control drips like honey from your body by his touch alone.
“how am i supposed to pull myself away when i’m in the presence of an angel, hm?” his voice is lower now, drawn out and deliberately saccharine as he leans in closer — lips so close to yours, you’re almost tempted to close the distance. he was so much easier to deal with when he was asleep. his smirk twitches even wider at the cute blink you give him and he exhales, “how do i know this isn’t just a dream?” his finger traces down your jaw to tilt your head higher— he’s even closer than before as he leans in, almost completely.
“because if it was a dream you wouldn’t have to get up for work so come on! get up, ‘samu!” you laugh as you retort because as much as dazai was easier to handle when he was asleep, you’d grown somewhat used to the tactics he liked to try and use against you. so you wriggle in his hold as he desperately tries to keep you closer to him.
“ohhhh come on! is wanting to kiss my beautiful girlfriend really so bad that i should be punished like this?” his voice is louder now, a lot more playful as you try to pull yourself to the edge of the bed— it’s a little harder when you’re pulling both of your bodies as your overgrown boyfriend fights against you. like you’re trying to get a cat into a bath.
“you get enough kisses already!”
“i don’t think i get quite as much as i’d like, angel.” you send him a frown as you struggle against him. the bandages around his arms tickle you slightly and it only makes your job so much harder as he pouts up at you from where he’s now wrapped around your chest.
“pretty please~ just a little longer then i promise i’ll get up.” a second and that’s enough for him to know he’s won, it’s all it takes for you to consider it— weighing out your options of wrestling with your boyfriend or starting your day off with an extra five minutes and a few extra kisses. you think the answer is pretty obvious when you think about it.
“fine, five minutes.” you finally admit defeat and the small little yay! it earns from dazai makes you giggle as he pulls you back against his chest— tapping his finger against his cheek expectantly, earning a groan from you, but you still go back to peppering your lips against the smooth skin there.
he sighs like he’s content as he hums with every press, sending you one of his more handsome, drowsy looks before hes suddenly meeting you for the next kiss you lean into. his lips slot against yours softly, you can feel the way hes smiling against you as he pulls you even closer— chest to chest.
“mmm, see.. is this really so bad?”
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chaiifluuf · 26 days
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•°. *࿐ What if all i need is you? — d. osamu
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synopsis. after going underground for the time being to leave the port mafia, yours and dazai’s friendship starts to feel like something else
content. gn!reader, spoilers for the dark era/season 2 ep 4, lowercase, comfort, fluff, hcs + one-shot, clingy dazai, lowkey bad writing??
notes. i don’t think i’ve ever been this nervous about posting something ( ; ω ; ), anyways first post and first time attempting to actually write smth so this most likely has grammatical mistakes…
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dazai who, after witnessing his best friend’s death, arrived at your doorstep at midnight and without a second thought asked you to run away with him.
dazai who tells you everything that happened and why he is willing to make a change, hoping you will come along with him.
dazai who is deep down desperate for your comfort and touch, your soothing words that somehow always manage to find a way to his heart.
dazai who at one point couldn’t hold it together anymore and spends many nights silently crying into your shoulder, for the first time allowing himself to be vulnerable around you.
dazai who believes he will never be quite enough to deserve your endless amount of care and affection.
dazai who was able to have a full night of near peaceful sleep in a while, all thanks to your warmth and mere presence next to him.
dazai who realises how much you truly matter to him, how he can’t ignore the warm feeling in his chest whenever he sees you, how his body craves for you.
dazai who slowly starts to think that maybe with you he can do this and become the better person who odasaku wished him to be.
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the full moon was shining brightly tonight, slightly peeking through the curtains of your shared apartment. the weather is calm, only a soft breeze passing by at times. it’s almost been half a year now since you and dazai went underground and it’s been quiet to say the least. with some help from ango, you were able to find a small temporary apartment in the suburbs, away from the main city.
the first few weeks after agreeing to go with him were rather rough. dazai was uncharacteristically quiet most of the time, his eyes seeming even duller and more distant than usually. it was clear to you how much odasaku’s death had really affected him and you can’t blame him. the best you could do was to tell him it was going to be okay and be there for him in any way needed, a reminder that you’re here to stay.
Another thing you weren’t used to was how clingy he would become.
despite the two of you not being in a relationship, it was almost unreal how touchy you got with each other. Sleeping and basking in each other’s warmth, the lingering touches when the other had to go elsewhere, the small caresses were like a second language for him at this point. and it never made you uncomfortable.
as of now you are finishing watching a film, one that has been sitting in your watchlist for a while now. the ending of it left you a little disappointed but overall it was more than enough to cure your boredom. with a soft sigh, you turn the tv off and place the remote control away.
your gaze drifts down to your chest, a view of familiar brown and soft hair snuggled up to you. he has been practically in the same position for the whole duration you watched the film, a pair of arms securely wrapped around your waist and his head resting against your chest. it's a serene sight.
judging by his steady heartbeat and slow breaths, he seems to be asleep. which is rather rare since the only time he gets actual sleep is late at night if even that. you briefly check your phone and it's barely ten pm. your hand finds itself in his hair, gently brushing through it as you untangle a few knots. it really was beyond your understanding of how soft it is. if you could spend your whole day just caressing his hair you would.
you can’t help but take notice of his features when you brush some of his bangs to the side. he looked absolutely ethereal and it made your heart beat faster without you realising it. you wish he could see himself the way you do. but then again he has said the same thing about you so that’s that. you will never get tired of his peaceful state though, looking as if there is not a single worry on his mind.
more often than you would like to admit, you wonder what you two are. up until running away, you were just close friends with him, friends who got along well. sure there was the typical dazai flirting and petnames here and there but you didn’t think they meant anything further than that. however, overtime you can’t deny the fact you might just have fallen for him.
but now you don’t know. do friends hold each other so intimately? do friends make most of your meals because they know you won’t eat anything else? does a friend look at you so longingly, even if it’s for a split second? and once you ponder about that, you start doubting if he feels the same. what if he doesn’t see you like that? what if he’ll get bored of you eventually? what if—
a small movement from dazai was enough to snap you out of your thoughts. he slightly shifted his position, letting out a faint exhale afterwards.
“‘samu?” you murmur as you stare at him for a little, expecting him to wake up but to your surprise he’s still in his slumber.
there is a certain glint of softness in your eyes before you close them and lightly bury your face into his hair, breathing in the familiar scent of his shampoo. despite your calm breaths, your mind was still running.
“…i love you.” your voice was barely audible. for whatever reason, you felt the need to say it, the very same three words that have plagued your thoughts for a while now. you know he didn’t hear it but at least that’s what made it easier to say. maybe one day you’ll finally let go of all your doubts and fears and confess to him, telling him how much he really means to you.
“you do?”
your heart drops. for a second you wondered if you really heard that or not. there was no way.
“what?” you respond quietly, almost in disbelief. dazai turns his head to get a better look at you as well as move a little closer. his eyes were half open but you can still see the glint of playfulness in them. a faint smirk was on his face. this man… is this supposed to mean that this whole time he was only pretending to be asleep?!
“you love me?” he repeated his question, a bit of teasing evident in his tone. god you wanted to smack that smug smile off his face. perhaps you should have never opened your mouth in the first place.
“ah, i just… i mean…” your words trailed off as your heart started to speed up. suddenly you didn’t know what to say but if he really heard your words earlier then the answer must be obvious. you’re sure you look flustered right now and you can’t even hide it from him since he’s right in front of you.
however, what he did next made your world freeze in time.
without a warning dazai slowly closed the distance and softly touched your lips with his. having you so distracted that you didn’t even notice when he moved his hand to the back your head.
the kiss lasted for about three seconds but it sure felt like an eternity. his lips were much softer than you thought, despite you not having enough time to fully react to the kiss. for a moment you can’t help but question if this was real or another dream you were about to wake up from.
his face still stayed close, his lips slightly parted as his warm breath hit your skin. “i think i love you too y’know..” he mumbled while gently caressing the corner of your jaw. his voice seemed more sincere when he said that.
and just like that all of you anxieties disappeared. you don’t what came over you but what you do know is that you captured his lips with yours once again. only this time you felt the need to go deeper, like you couldn’t get enough of him.
dazai welcomed your initiative warmly, letting out a quiet hum as you kissed him once again. you had no idea kissing someone could feel this good. you swear you can feel him smiling against your lips at some point and it makes your heart skip a beat. your hands wander through his hair, holding him close as your body relaxes.
you guessed all those times he bragged about being a good kisser turned out to be true after all.
when the two of you part to take a moment to breathe, he takes the chance to tease you again. “i’m still waiting for an answer to my question, bella.” he says softly.
yeah, this was definitely real.
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thank you so much if you made it this far !<3 literally need to stop rereading this because it gets worse every time i do help
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junosmindpalace · 11 months
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dangerously yours
ft. osamu dazai
☾ the rain provokes a thought that had been lingering in dazai’s mind. 670
☾ inspired by the dialogue from the “dangerously yours” radio show.
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“once i told you i’d kissed a thousand women; it was a lie.”
gentle rain drizzled over yokohama, creating a washed up backdrop of the cityscape from the window in the detective agency’s lounging area. the soft patter of droplets against the glass washed away the tension in your mind along with grime on the window. it was a slow, grey day, the occasional sound of a vehicle passing by being the only indicator of life outside. you sat beside dazai on one of the couches he always lounged in, the two of you reclining back simply watching the droplets race down the window. it was hard to tell what goes on in his mind, so secretive he was in almost every sense that even just trying to read him as he stared out the window proved challenging. what provoked him to suddenly confess to a blatant lie he told months ago was beyond you. 
you looked up at him somewhat incredulously with raised brows and your arms crossed over your chest. he had told you so solemnly and seriously that you couldn’t suppress the smirk that played on your lips.
“i know.”
“i’ve only kissed two or three hundred!”
he continued on in that distressed tone, lifting his chin from his palm and adjusted his body to face you. you chuckled, never breaking eye contact from him. dazai dropped his head and mimicked your playful smile. he gazed up at you. 
“now, how many men have you kissed?”
it was part of your job as an intelligence officer to be familiar with reading others, their body language, their facial expressions. it was especially important for the mission you were currently on. yet six months have passed since you officially joined the armed detective agency, and you were still dumbfounded by the enigma that was osamu dazai. just as you think you’re getting his character figured out, he goes and pulls a whole 180 on you, and you’re back to trying to decipher him as if he were a complex riddle. 
“very few.”
his playful smile widened at your answer, big brown irises squinting up at you.
‘but you offered me a kiss- why?”
you were far from ignorant over what people called him. monster. demon prodigy. on more than one occasion would dazai be the subject of your superiors drunken rambles, being the most well versed in who he was as his former partner. his impact is still felt by each and every member of the port mafia, including yourself, despite joining the mafia a year after his departure. everyone who knew the name osamu dazai knew him to be capable of horrors unspeakable. cold and calculative and sinister.
each account of osamu dazai followed an almost verbatim script, a mostly common theme of him being a cruel monster. as part of your job, you took each and every one of them to heart.
you looked up toward the ceiling, staring at it in thought. the rain continued to patter, and dazai’s eyes never left your reflective face. 
he’s referring to the question you had asked him after he told his obvious lie. he told you he’d kissed a thousand women in an effort to charm you, and you simply asked him if he wanted to kiss one more. dazai’s smile had faded in surprise, and before he could respond, he was interrupted by atsushi calling the members into a meeting. 
it was simply a part of the character you played, nothing more. and yet as the months go by, you find yourself slowly getting lost in this character. the words you meant and the ones you were saying for show started to mix and blur.
was such a question an indicator that he was onto you?
“such a foolish reason i’m afraid.”
dazai’s smile dropped and he straightened, staring at you in wonder. you tilted your head to look at him again, and he blinked, and then you revealed nonchalantly:
“i just...wanted to kiss you.”
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simp-is-here · 1 year
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Reaching For Hope: Dazai Osamu x FemReader
Warning: HEAVY ANGST, before story miscarriage, self harm, ptsd, struggling to cope, probably ooc Dazai, hope at the end, if there’s anymore please let me know
Summary: After the two of you go through a devastating loss Dazai tries his hardest to try to bring you back and see you smile again
(A/n: I am terribly sorry for anyone who has ever gone through this, and I’m sorry if I trigger or make anyone upset with my writing. I hope I didn’t inaccurately write this, I’m very sorry if I did and will do better in the future)
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No matter how much he reaches out to you, there was always something that pulled you back.
He sat beside your chair, telling you about his day. But just like before you only stared out the window blankly, not even your breaths broke the silence of the room. Your hand was loosely laying in the hold of his grip, not even a twitch of acknowledgment.
“-And then he asked why I wasn’t done my paperwork.” He chuckled glanced back towards you, the slightest bit of hope that you’d laugh at the story like you used too.
The hope was once again crushed by your distanced gaze towards the window. You had been like this since you found out, your words stopped, and even when you did look at someone it was as though you were looking through them.
A soft knock on the door disturbed the silence, a nurse held a clipboard to her chest and walked a couple steps into the doorway.
“Mr. Dazai, I’m very sorry but it’s time for her to sleep.” She told him, putting the clipboard down and making her way over to you
You stood with her help, as though you were a ragdoll. The covers were draped over your body before the nurse made her way back to the door.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Dazai told you, kissing the wedding band on your hand before exiting the room.
After the nurse closed the door he stopped her before she could continue her rounds.
“When can I take her home?” He asked her, he had been asking this question for what felt like months
“Soon, we just need to make sure she’s not a danger to herself.” The nurses calm tone made his frustration build
He tried his best not to squeeze her arm, with a quick recovery he let her go. Waving her goodbye as he goes to leave.
“But…”
He turned at her words, wanting. no. needing some good news.
“If you get permission from the doctor you can take her out for a little bit. Some familiar faces might cause a reaction. Just remember to keep an eye on her, and make sure she has paper or plastic stuff so she doesn’t see herself.” She informed him, patting his shoulder before continuing with her rounds
••••
“Atsushi hasn’t stopped asking about you. Everyday I come into work he asks me how you are before anything else.” Dazai says as he teases the white haired boy in front of him
“Hey! It’s not everyday.” Atsushi replies, his cheeks warming a bit
“It might as well be, it’s like your new routine.” Dazai comments, hoping to get at least a look of amusement from you
“He’s right, you do.” Kyouka said bluntly
“Huh!? Well, maybe I ask a lot.” Atsushi scratches his head with an awkward smile on his face
You haven’t replied to anyone yet, your gaze was fixated on the bun that was on your plate.
“Dazai!” Kunikida’s voice echoed a bit
“Hey Kunikida. Come to join the party?” Dazai asked with a fun wave
He came up to the brunette and started shaking him by his collar, steam practically coming out of his ears.
“Don’t think you can get away with leaving all your work unfinished! I came into the office only to find all of your work on my desk!!”
The violent shaking caused your coffee to fall over, ruining your untouched meal and spilling onto your lap.
“Are you alright!? Here let me clean it up.” Atsushi panicked, wiping the coffee with thin napkins so it doesn’t spill anywhere else
Kyouka took the plate and the coffee cup, and went off to find a place to toss it out.
“Hey, uh. I’m out of napkins. Does anyone know where they have more?” The white haired boy asked holding the soggy paper in his hands
“Well don’t just hold those, throw them out before you make an even bigger mess.” Kunikida told him, letting go of Dazai to find more napkins
“Don’t think you’re getting away with this Dazai.” He quickly scolded once again
Dazai held up his hands plastering a smile onto his face.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
When he turned back to face you, you were gone from your seat. He looked around but couldn’t find you.
“How much coffee was in that-“ the blonde got cut off by the look on Dazai’s face
“What’s-“
A crash alerted everyone’s attention to the bathroom, fear overtook Dazai as the crashes continued.
‘So she doesn’t see herself’
‘So she doesn’t see herself’
‘So she doesn’t see herself’
He slammed the door open only to see you repeatedly slamming your arms into the mirror, tears flowing down your blank face.
“Y/N!” He called, going over to you, trying to pry your hands away from the broken mirror
You yanked your hands back and kept slamming them into the shards, blood seeping from your skin and onto the counter.
“Stop!” He managed to turn your body away from the mirror but was greeting by the harsh slap of your hand
He froze in place, the sting still lingering on his cheek. Slowly he turned his head back to you, the blank look in your eyes was replaced with regret and guilt, your mouth opened no words came out.
He guided your head to his shoulder and held you close as your sobs left your gasping into his coat. He followed you to the floor when your knees gave out, he caught sight of the paramedic in the doorway ready to take you back to the hospital. He raised your head from his shoulder and wiped your tears away.
“We’re gonna get up, okay?” He told you, your nod in response would have made him overjoyed if not for the circumstances
He got you up and led you to the ambulance, blocking your view of everyone’s pity filled expressions, it would only send you further down this road of madness.
The pain he felt as he was washing your blood off his hands, your home felt so empty without you there.
He wants so desperately to reach out to you again, but he’s losing hope.
••••
Time after that incident merged together, he had been allowed to see you again 2 weeks ago, the routine of visiting everyday came back.
Everytime he was there you were in your usual spot staring out the window, but now that the blank look was gone he was finally able to recognize the emotions hidden in your eyes.
Longing
When you went to bed he looked out the window from your chair and knew what you were staring at, behind a couple of trees was the park that the two of you met at, back when everything was simple and sweet.
With permission from the doctor he walked you to the park, revealing where you were visiting as though you had been wearing a blindfold. He sat you down at the base of one of the trees, the stars twinkling above you.
“Now, I know I’ve never told you this but, I’d been watching you for a bit before we met.” He admitted, raising his bandage covered arm to point at an area
“You would always be right there, you’d be reading, painting, bird watching, everything you did was always in that spot.” He placed his hand back down beside yours
“Then finally I actually met you, do you remember how clumsy you were? I was reading when I suddenly got run into by this girl in the most wild looking shirt ever she dropped paint all over my shoes. What was it again that I compared your shirt to?” He asked himself, trying to remember
A hand placed itself on his, interlocking the fingers.
“A carpet.” You said
He turned to you in shock, when he looked at you finally you were looking back at him. The corners of your mouth twitching a bit.
“Yeah.” He said breathlessly
He rubbed your hand with his thumb and smiled to himself.
“I liked those shoes too.”
The snort you let out was like music to his ears, he couldn’t stop himself from letting a tear fall at the sight of your smile, no matter how small I was, it was still your smile.
You placed your head on his shoulder, fiddling with his fingers. His soft lips kissed your head, speaking silent words that had finally grown loud enough for you to hear.
Your words spoke back as you kissed the ring on his finger, locking your fingers together again once you set your hands back down.
He didn’t need to reach out to you anymore, you were finally here with him.
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they will be okay
The air in the office was icy...
Everyone knew this silence was not a peaceful kind, it was unnerving and tense. There was no loud laughter, snarky comments, stupid song lyrics Dazai came up with... Hell, there wasn't even your usual disgusting and eye-rolling-worthy public display of affection exchanged... You weren't sitting in your usual spot today, you were near to Tanizaki siblings, away from your usual spot right next to Dazai. And Dazai was awfully quiet too, he was reading a file without talking at all...
Even Kunikida didn't know what to do... He couldn't appreciate the quiet atmosphere, he hated to see his comrades like this. So he called Atsushi to ask:
"Atsushi... You live in the flat under them. Do you know what happened?.."
Atsushi stopped and thought for a moment. He knew he heard some noises yesterday late at night...
"Dazai, how could you decide to do that without asking me?... All I want from you is having faith in me..."
"Y/N this isn't about you... It is about the agency... and everyone... he is about to make his move... I won't let..."
He didn't exactly know what you were talking about but it was clearly something important, considering you haven't even exchanged any words between you since the morning...
"They fought," Kyoka said bluntly "I didn't understand what was it about, but they were mad..."
"Oh no, this is bad.." Kunikida murmured "They have had fights before but they haven't become like this ever... Dazai is not on Y/N's shoulder like an octopus, and Y/N hasn't hugged Dazai not even once since this morning... Should we inform the president about this? Or should we take action first? What should we do? Talking with Dazai? Or Y/N?...."
Atsushi and Kyoka were listening to Kunikida intently. They were ready to do anything he says to see you get normal.
"Not any of these are necessary Kunikida~" Ranpo yawned. All 3 of their head turned towards Ranpo at the same time... "Ranpo-san... How do you know this for sure?" Atsushi asked.
"Atsushi-kun... You don't need the Ultra Deduction ability or my amazing detective skills to know that. Just look at them..." Ranpo said. "Dazai brought out Y/N's usual coffee with him, as you can see on Y/N's hands right now. When Dazai was coughing earlier, Y/N went and raised the office's temperature, they even sent a herbal tea to Dazai through Kenji... If you stop and watch them carefully, you can see they are side-eyeing each other too... I can say that Y/N is about to ask him if he is going to eat, and Dazai will take Y/N somewhere to eat..."
When you raised from your seat to walk towards Dazai, everyone held their breath. You said something, Dazai too... Dazai stood up to wear his coat, then you left the office together. Neither of you was smiling, but you didn't seem as gloomy as before...
"Don't worry about them guys..." Ranpo smiled "They may have fights, but everything will work out in the end... They will be okay..."
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