tecchoussuperlady

[tecchoussuperlady]

𝑴𝑰𝑫𝑨𝑺 𝑻𝑶𝑼𝑪𝑯

- 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒂

︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵︵‿୨♡୧‿︵

Chuuya Nakahara X Osamu Dazai

Ballroom dancers AU

- Request by @gold0venice

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Warnings: PSD (not pointed out), SA (not mentioned yet, but if you look deeper into it you might realize), corruption

Words: 1.1k (I thought it's longer, but nvm THE REST WILL BE LONGER, TRUST ME)

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7th May

Both of them sat on the bench with a loud thud.

,,Now you two idiots, say each other one nice thing."

,,What?"

,,We are not some little bastards at kindergarten!"

,,Then stop acting like them."

Both of the teenagers looked at their coaches with wide eyes. They were supposed to prepare for their competition and not having some group bonding.

"We have to prepare coach! We don't have time for such a things, not like there's a one good thing about the idiot Nakahara."

,,You little-"

,,I'm not the little one here."

,,Enough, do what I said or you are being disqualified. How are you two supposed to do such an art as ballroom dancing, when you can't even say a single nice thing about the other one?"

Both the brunette and the ginger haired teens went quiet without sparing a glance at the other one. Chuuya refused to start, there is no way he will say it first.

Is there even one good thing about his partner? He was probably handsome according to ladies. Now when he thought about it deeper Osamu wasn't bad looking. He was handsome, though his hair always looked somehow greasy. Was hair even naturally like this... maybe they were originally curly?

,,I like your style..."

The brunette spoke up shocking the ginger next to him.

,,... in shoes."

Before Chuuya could argue back the coach had enough and raised his hands to flick the boys forehead.

,,What? Why that coach?"

Osamu started whining betrayed. Why did he had to bother with such a minor things before important stage performance?

,,Come on, I'm not forcing you two to love each other. But dancing is more than just muscle memory of some steps and movements. It's an art, made by two people. And two messy souls cannot make such an art together. Now be honest, You can go back to bickering as always after today's day."

Chuuya's thoughts were dismantling everywhere. What type of compliment should he state about Osamu Dazai?

,,I like the way you value and treat your belongings. You might get the filthiest and the most boring gift, but you will still treat it as if it's made out of diamonds."

Osamu moved his eyes towards the chain on Chuuya's hat.

His hands hesitantly traced the chain on his hat. How did Osamu knew he didn't just bought it, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to get his answers right now.

,,Thanks I guess, so umm..."

Chuuya couldn't bring himself to speak up. There was definitely something good about Osamu, but why his mind was unable to bring up any at this moment?

,,I know you want to say that you love everything about me Nakahara, but one thing will be enough for today."

As if.

,,Well i like your..."

He really couldn't decide and Osamu's thrilled eyes waiting for him to finally give him some praise weren't helping.

,,...I like your hands."

The room fell into silence.

,,My my hands? I mean, understandable. But why my hands out of everything man."

Thier trainer was still watching them silently not uttering a single word anymore.

,,You wanted one thing and i said one! You were staring at me weirdly and all too!"

Chuuya couldn't help but kept quietly screaming and complaining.

,,Alright, i think that's enough for today."

The coach gave up and quickly rushed away from the bickering teenagers.

,,Come on Nakahara, we don't need to be lovers to beat some losers in dancing."

Osamu took his hand from his coat and reached to Chuuya. Both of them were already clothed and ready, Osamu with his black shirt covering most of his bandaged places. His overcoat was lined with charming golden patern. And Chuuya with silky red shirt and black vest, thick tied belt included.

,,Just don't mess up Dazai."

,,Same goes to you, the Academy's future is in our hands after all."

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The first half of the participants were already on the dance floor doing the introducing dance.

All pairs were gently swaying into the music including Chuuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai. Being on the dance floor was as beautiful as always, Chuuya found comfort in dancing. He could thoughtfully express everything his heart bears without actually dealing with the problems. Someone might adress it as running away from their problems, but for Chuuya it was freeing. Being free from all the world problems and all the other tasks he had to do after this dance will end.

,,You are a bit stern Chuuya, relax a bit."

Osamu's fingers slightly tapped the gingers back while the slight wind caused by the movement of their bodies was slightly messing their hair.

,,Stop doing that and no need to call me by my first name Dazai."

Chuuya made sure to put emphasis on Osamu's name.

,,Ah Chuuya Nakahara..."

Both of the teenagers remained silent for the rest of their dance, but anyone observing their movements could see the slight change in their movements.

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,,The main dance is in 10 minutes from now on Nakahara. I don't know what's going on inside your head, but let it go and focus on what's important now."

Their coach give them last bit of advice and courageous words and left to watch one of the pairs on the dance floor.

,,My back feels a bit stiff, could hand me a bit of help Dazai?"

He couldn't help but hear his thoughts running in his head more fast than usually.

It's been almost thirty minutes from when their dance ended and Osamu's hands left his body, but the ginger still felt his touch burning on his skin as if it burned through his clothes.

Osamu got up and went behind Chuuya, with swift throw and grab he could feel a crack and Chuuya's body went more into loose position however the burning sensation haven't disappeared.

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As soon as Chuuya's feets touched the dance floor he was blinded by lights from all directions and the audience greeted both teenagers with light applause.

Suddenly Chuuya felt 5 years old again, seeing the world for the first time and tasting the aroma of society. Before he could sink deeper into his corrosive thoughts slim hand interrupted him. A soft touch going from his neck in light circles to his lower back.

After all he wasn't alone, not for now. With all his strenght he lifted his head to see Osamu next to him, even if he wasn't the best person or someone with heartwarming personality he felt safe with him.

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𓍢ִ໋🀦 I'm not sure I'd anyone noticed, but it's written in a style where both Chuuya and Osamh call each other second names/surnames, but when they think about each other, they do in first names. (Does it even makes sense help?)

This is disappointingly short, but I will try to post another part REALLY soon. Think about this as an opening.

DON'T GET DEHYDRATED or overstressed, because of school guys. Get a really delicious meal and relax a bit!

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[tecchoussuperlady]

𝑴𝑰𝑫𝑨𝑺 𝑻𝑶𝑼𝑪𝑯

︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵︵‿୨♡୧‿︵

Chuuya Nakahara X Osamu Dazai

Ballroom dancers AU

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Welcome to my new little series!

This is request by @gold0venice

I LOVE these themes so i obviously had to sign up! I also wanted to thank tjem for this amazing idea, cuz they gave me A LOT ideas and their way of imagining this story was so beautiful.

I tried my best to portrait this as best as possible, so i hope everyone will enjoy♡

(!I'm not a shipper, so I obviously don't ship them. Just a random reminder ig)

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After the Academy of dance and music in Tokyo started having financial problems their most talented duo of teenage ballroom dancers decided to win a near competition to bring their academy back to the light of fame and financial stability.

A/n: everything reminds me of economy exams atp (help)

Even after years when their journeys divided the ginger and brunette meet again in the dancing hall. One fighting for his victory and the other one for his love.

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｡↷𓀤♬☾⋆⁺links to chapters₊✩°｡

┊Most of them will be added later, cause of current amount of school work.

┊𝒊. 𝑻𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒂

┊𝒊𝒊. 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏

┊𝒊𝒊𝒊. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒃𝒐𝒚

┊𝒊𝒗. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑴𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶˗ˋ .*ೃ✧₊˚.❁ ↷ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤ ︿︿︿︿︿︿︿︿︿︿

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Also big thank you for the love for my last post (Eat my love), I was honestly surprised, cuz I didn't think it's the best.

(I'm quiting the yapping now, dw.)

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[tecchoussuperlady]

Hello! I saw your request open so I came here! Hope you are doing good!

Can I request a Ranpo x Reader who is motherly towards him? He slowly would have a crush on her, like a Dom reader without NSFW! Thank you so much :')!

⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹

EAT MY LOVE

⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹

I was so excited to write this, thanks for the request ml!

I swear the more (far) you read it gets better.

Warnings: very slight violence (a slap on the face), allegory, cursing, very hidden SA (s/o being uncomfortable) -not by Ranpo!

1,776 words.

⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹

Atsushi's tired legs lead him towards the well known building. He could get there even with blindfolded eyes. His daily worries changed a lot since his life took a 360° turn. But there is nothing he regrets now, even if he is risking his life daily, he's not scared. He got place where does he belongs to and feels happy.

He hurriedly opened the door and let his body fell on the older sofa. If it was any other day he would complain about it's uncomfortable and prostrate being. But this old sofa never felt as soft as today.

"Ahh finally back..."

In the background was echoing loud sounds of lady wearing heels going towards the floor. She sat on the couch next to the silver haired boy and patted his head, as exhausted as him.

"How was the mission?"

A boy with ginger hair asked the two.

"Terrible."

The young lady said with heavy accent.

"We had to be hidden in dirty bushes for hours. I can't even feel my feet anymore. And worse, the port mafia was trying to engage too. Oh man, i wish we could eat Tea on rice"

Atsutshi sighed at the memory of his latest mission.

"When we are talking about food, did you bring me the pastry from the new bakery?"

Ranpo barged into the conversation without second thought.

[Name] got up from the older sofa and waved with a paper bag in front of the detective's face.

"Oh, how amazing coworker I am. Aren't I?"

"Yea yea, now give it to me!"

Before Ranpo could snatch it from her hands she opened the bag and took out the wagashi.

"Open up!"

The detective opened his mouth without hesitation.

As her hand was moving closer and closer to his mouth she stopped for a second and then put the delicious pastry in her mouth.

"Uh? Hey!"

The detective started whining and pouting as if the world was about to collapse.

"Mmm so yummy, maybe if you were less greedy and more decent i would give you some!"

"You are such a meanie [name]! Give it to me!"

You ignored his whinning and your attention shifted to your Atsutshi.

"Atsutshi! Aren't you tired and hungry after such a long mission?"

When Ranpo realized that you are trying to give the candy to Atsutshi he started screaming even louder.

"How can you even-"

You quickly stuffed his mouth full with the wagashi and he happily started munching on it.

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"[Name]..."

"What is it?"

Your fingers were carefully going through Ranpo's hair and massaging his scalp.

"Wanna sleep over today?"

"Last time i did, I woke up with half of my hair covered in your droll..."

A/n: i once read that Ranpo would chew on his s/o hair in sleep and i can't get it out of my head

Ranpo turned his head away in embarrassment and his cheeks slightly flushed.

"I don't know what are you talking about, you probably saw it in your dream..."

"Of course."

You brushed it off trying to suspend your laugh so he wouldn't get more embarrassed.

"And anyways, I'm already taken on today's night. I'm going out."

"Out? Why would you go out at night?"

Ranpo turned his back to you opening his emerald eyes looking into your soul as an lost kid.

"I'm going on a date."

You said with unbothered tone.

"But why?"

"To find someone obviously-"

"But you have us already, why do you need someone else? You have me."

"Well..."

You weren't how much Ranpo was into this theme. He understands the point of dating even over his partly childish personality, right?"

"... It's for a different type of close person. Like-"

"I know what do you mean. I'm not dumb. I'm the smartest detective in the world after all! Just, I don't think you need someone else."

⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹

Your date wasn't what you expected at all. He was too noisy and...

He doesn't know how to use chopsticks. Even with your attempts to make him change it for a fork he wasn't giving up and both of you were receiving weird looks. You were certain that you won't ever step foot into this restaurant again.

You weren't sure why you hate his loud self. You were decently used to it as co worker of Ranpo Edogawa and Dazai Osamu. So why did this guy's existence was annoying you? You weren't sure.

Him slurping noodles was one of the worst sounds you ever heard, but you were certain that Ranpo is ten times louder. And his loud giggles though Ranpo is sometimes so loud that the whole street has to close their windows.

And last but not least was him eyeing you shamelessly. Dazai did that at least once a day with some flirty note. And Ranpo would sometimes move his eyes to where they definitely shouldn't look. Though you never confront him about it. You don't even know by yourself why. It was just... a lot different?

"So, your top is really pretty..."

The man's eyes fell lower towards your chest.

"... do you usually wear such a clothing to work?"

You slowly looked up from your food at the man.

"Just shut the fuck up and eat your food."

You stuffed your mouth with the food and looked outside of the window annoyed, ignoring the confused expression on the man's face.

As you were thinking about how the two of you will pay for the food your phone started ringing.

The man looked up from his food and you picked up the call.

"Hello?"

"[Name]! We need your help urgently!"

"Huh, what is it?"

"Ranpo-san uhhh..."

"What is with him? Did he finally got diagnosed with diabetes or-"

"They took him! He was on his way to buy some snacks and they kidnapped him!"

Why was he even buying snacks at 9pm? Uh, nevermind. Did the agency got the location?"

"Yes, they did. I will send it to you, thanks! You are the best."

Atsushi hang up the phone and looked at his coworker.

"Ranpo-san... are you sure that this will work? I mean, [name] is not stupid and i don't really wanna get into problems with her."

"Just trust me! She will be too worried to realize it's fake, she cares about me after all, right?"

"I guess, but she will so mad when she will find out."

"Leave it on me! And now you can go back to your apartment to Kyouka. I will be okay."

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There was not a single athletic bone in your body, that's what you knew for years. But right now you felt like you were about to break an world record. If you came too late, this afternoon might be the last time you saw Ranpo alive.

Where are others?!

They can't be to far away or too busy when someone's life is in danger.

With one swift kick the door flew open and Ranpo was sitting calmly on a chair in the middle of the old dirty room from a past hospital which was left there abandoned.

"Hey! I thought that you will let me die here all alone. You were taking quite-"

Your hands quickly hugged him. Eyes getting glossy from fighting tears.

"Please don't cry, it's not even an real kidnapping!"

"What?"

"I personally hoped that your inteligence isn't so low to not realize it's fake. If i were really kidnapped Fukuzawa would definitely already be there in matter of seconds, no matter how busy he is. Or anyone else. Were you really that worried about me? Because-"

...

The sound of slap landing on that delicate skin echoed the room. And everything went silent.

"What are you-"

"You selfish idiot! You are really nothing but a dumb kid! Why on the earth would you such a stupid thing? Why?! What would you do if next time someone actually kidnapped you and i would assume it's your another stupid joke and you would die!"

"The detective's eyes widened and tears started spilling."

"Can't you once act like an decent human being? Do you think that this was that funny to play with your life?"

"I... I'm sorry, it wasn't supposed to be like this!"

The dark haired boy said in between sobs.

"Then why?"

"Because i don't want you to leave me! You keep going out on dates or with others, but eventually you will want to get married to them sooner or later and you will leave me and forget me."

You started at the crying boy with stunned face.

"Why do you think i would forget about you or get married? All men outside are jerks anyways."

Your hands softly caressed his hair and hugged him. He still couldn't stop crying.

"I'm sorry, don't leave me."

"How could i leave you? Who else would bring you your daily sweets and let you chew on their hair?"

"I'm serious, i love you."

You stopped caressing his hair and looked down at him.

"What?"

There was no response, just muffled sobbing. Ranpo... why did you even looked at him as kid all the time? He was an adult, older than you. How could you never notice.

"Are you sure?"

He nodded with his head still burried in your chest.

You gave him little kiss on his forehead and slowly started wiping his tears away.

"More than your favorite lollipops?"

Another nod.

You couldn't fight away the smile and gave him peck on his cheek and another on his other cheek.

"I feel honoured then."

⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹

⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹

I promise, I will correct the grammar mistakes tomorrow in the morning.

⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹

[tecchoussuperlady]

SHEESH

Thanks for the request from @urfavpisces111

I hope u like it, even if this is not my typa of interest. I tried, but it's a bit shorter.

SFW!

Warnings: angst no comfort, mentions of cheating, cursing, manipulation

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Hands roughly bruised and caloused were playing with emtpy glass on the little coffee table. The usually full fight club was now empty. Instead of usual screams combined with agressive shouting and cheering were now replaced with sorrowful quiet atmosphere.

There were already two empty bottles of whiskey, with the quality of being jujutsu sorcerer comes an extraordinary stamina.

Kinji knew that yours realitionship wasn't perfect, nothing is perfect. But mistakes were done and he should start working with what he destroyed instead of drinking himself into numbness. This clearly wasn't a right thing to do no matter what reason or apology he would come with. Just lying is bad, but cheating is another level.

To his bad luck [name] vanished faster than he could start thinking straight. Even if his actions were unapologetic, he wanted to at least make sure that you know that it's not your fault. There was never nothing wrong with his lover. They were perfect, however the match didn't end up as the most flawless one. The mistake was his drunken solution.

If he only listened to his lover every time they scolded him for being impulsive. While baking when he took out the meat raw. While ordering more food than he would be able to eat even in two. While he was gambling with his own life during fights.

.............................................

Quiet footsteps walking barefoot towards the hotel room bed. It was huge.

"Finally calm sleep, without having to share a bed."

The young woman mumbled to herself before she hushed to the bed.

Left hand quickly grabbing the phone and dialing the number she would remember even if she lost all her memories.

"Hello?"

The other line was quiet.

"Anyways, im done with the request, im bringing everything tomorrow."

The lady said into the phone and hung up.

.............................................

After drinking another bottle of the expensive whiskey, Kinji's mourning was interrupted by knock on his office.

"The door is opened!"

Slow footsteps were elegantly entering the room.

"Hello hello"

"[Name] ! What are you doing here?"

Kinji started panicking. How did she get there? Did she forgive him? No, she would never.

"I'm visiting my beautiful faithful amazing boyfriend!"

Sharp inhale followed.

"Sheesh, im here for my things. I'm definitely not leaving my belongings behind, it wasn't for free. "

Kinji just gulped down the saliva which settled in his troath.

"Feel comfortable then, you can take your time."

The young woman just shrugged and started collecting her belongings which she left behind. As an spare phone charger, or some clothes.

Few minutes later Kinji decided to break the uncomfortable thick atmosphere.

"I'm sorry, it wasn't your fault. We had problems and i took the wrong way instead of solving them with you. I just want you to know that there is nothing wrong with you, you are perfect and i was just a dick. I wasn't trying to find someone better, I just wasn't using my brain."

A/n: i ate like seven toasts today, life sucks.

Kinji exhaled after finishing his speech.

"Yes, and? Did you think that i would become insecure or something after YOU cheated on me? No thanks, i know my worth."

Her hand grabbed blanket she brought here earlier few months ago.

"And if you are wanna know i sold your fight club."

Kinji raised his head. Is she playing with him?

"What?"

"As i said, I'm not sorry, but i was working there undercover to take a look at Gojo's student. You taking care of me was an lucky bonus. Im done here, thanks for the gifts and free dinners. You were fun sometimes!"

Her hand grabbed the bag and left as fast as she appeared.

Was this his karma? Kinji knew that every sction comes with consequences, but he didn't expect to loose his hard work.

"I enjoyed it too..."

A bare whisper left his mouth.

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I'm sorry if good ending was expected, but u won't catch me accepting cheating. (Family troubles ig)

Hope u enjoyed at least a little! ♡