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#sir you have no right #osamu dazai

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Dazai Osamu [ 太宰 治 ]

#......fuck my entire goddamn life #osamu dazai

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The Night Hounds

#nakahara chuuya #akutagawa ryuunosuke

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#Ohhhh I'm in love #chuuya nakahara

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Akutagawa + love?

Akutagawa + Love

Much like Atsushi, Akutagawa has never known love in his life either, whether it be platonic or romantic. Right from childhood, all he was taught was that he had to be strong, because 'weak people are pathetic and have no right to live'. Because if he wasn't strong enough, the world would kill him. But...he was a child. He didn't need to be strong, he needed to be safe. He was never given the love and protection a child needs.

For this reason, Akutagawa wouldn't recognize love if it hit him in the face. If somebody were to really love him, he would forever be questioning their motives, wondering what they want in return because nothing in life has ever come free to him. Besides, there's no way anybody can love him selflessly...right?

Send a character + a number...

#I keep forgetting to reblog this wtf past me #ryunosuke akutagawa

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Could I ask for ‘I think I’m in love with you’ from the valentines fluff prompts? For Akutagawa? Thank you!

Thorns and Roses (Ryuunosuke Akutagawa)

Akutagawa had never been able to understand the point of this holiday. All the chocolates and the heart shaped red balloons and lovesick couples littering the streets made him sick to his stomach. Why would anyone dedicate a whole day to something so pointless? So he always spent the day scoffing and sneering at others, even more so than usual.

This year, however, was different. He had met someone and in his own words, it was the worst experience of his life. Because she made him feel so different, so…weird. He didn’t understand why his palms always got sweaty when talking to her, or why it felt like fireworks were exploding in his stomach whenever she laughed. He hated it.

If you had told him a few months ago what he would do on this holiday this year, he would have declared you crazy. Yet, here he was.

She was talking animatedly to a friend. When she noticed him arrive, her face lit up, “Oh, hey, Akutagawa!”

He told himself that it was just his subconscious trying to flatter itself, but he thought for a moment she sounded almost…excited to see him. He shook his head. Despite what he had set out to do, entertaining such hopes and delusions was dangerous.

One intimidating look from him and her friend had already scurried away as quietly as they could, and that left just the two of them.

“She smiled, “What brings you around?”

He clutched the object he was holding tighter in his hands, holding it behind his back as inconspicuously as he could, “I…I have something for you?”

“Really?” she sounded confused, “What is it? Please tell me Mori-san didn’t send more paperwork…”

Even though it irked him, he told himself her misconception was justified. She had no reason to expect he would ever talk to her out of anything except sheer necessity. Maybe this was sheer necessity, because he felt like he was going crazy.

“It’s not paperwork.” He rolled his eyes, and she sighed in relief.

“Good! Then what is it?”

“It’s…I…” he fumbled for words, unconsciously clutching the object in his hand tighter before remembering that it was delicate. His stomach felt like it was swarming with moths, and he almost considered making some excuse, turning around and going back. But he refused to chicken out now.

She raised an eyebrow, “Akutagawa?”

Her voice seemed to spur him into action, and quickly gathering every bit of courage he could find, he thrust his hand forward.

In it was clutched a single long-stemmed rose. A few of its petals were slightly bent due to how much he had mishandled it, but it was otherwise intact. She stared at the lone flower being offered to her in mute surprise. Never in a million years would she have expected Akutagawa of all people to do this.

It was only when she saw a drop of red trickle down his hand from where a thorn from the stem had pricked, did she snap out of her initial surprise. She gently took the flower from him.

“I…Akutagawa, I don’t even know what to say…”

“Tch.” He sneered, and she almost considered apologizing and taking back her words.

Instead, she swallowed and looked at him. When he refused to meet her eyes, she sighed and gave a small smile, “Thank you.”

Neither of them said anything for a while after that, standing in a silence too awkward for either of them to try and break. At last, not knowing what to do, she tried to take her leave. Akutagawa panicked.

“Wait!” he said, “I think…I think I’m in love with you!”

Her cheeks went aflame instantly, and her eyes started flitting from one thing to another, refusing to settle on any of them, least of all him. “I – oh.”

Oh.

Bitter as that one word felt to him, it wasn’t surprising. Who in their right mind would ever reciprocate his feelings? He had told himself that he wasn’t actually entertaining any hope at all, that it wouldn’t hurt if they were shattered. That turned out to be a lie.

He waved a hand, “Forget it.”

“What? No!” she blurted out, then bit her lip. That caught his attention, “I mean…that’s…that’s good?”

If any third person had been there to witness the exchange, they might have just killed themselves from the awkwardness. Clearly, neither of them were any good at this, whatever this was. When he raised an eyebrow questioningly, the blush colouring her face turned a shade darker.

Something seemed to click in Akutagawa’s mind and he before he could think any better, he blurted out, “Maybe…maybe we could go out sometime?”

She blinked once, then twice. Then she smiled.

“I’d really like that.”

#-gentle melodic screaming- HE'S TRYING SO HARD I DIEEE #I can't even words right now I love this so much #ryunosuke akutagawa

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I've decided what I need in my life: Chuuya and spiderman kisses May I request it? :3c

Asjsjkd yes you may, this is adorable :3

Because You Love Me (Chuuya Nakahara)

Warning(s): None. Pure fluff with lots of dialogue

The sound of gravel being crunched under your shoes was unusually loud in the surrounding silence. The abandoned warehouse you were supposed to be at was located at the very outskirts of the city. There had been rumours of an illicit enemy group hiding out there for some days now. Naturally, something like that would be detrimental to the Mafia and its influence, so you were tasked with checking it out.

“Tch. This place is disgusting.” Chuuya grumbled as the two of you stepped inside.

He was right, it was disgusting, covered in dust and grime from floor to ceiling, all kinds of trash littered everywhere, and even overgrown with vines in some places. It was also mostly empty otherwise, as you found out when you turned on your flashlight.

You rolled your eyes, “I wasn’t the one who asked you to tag along. You brought this on yourself.”

“I couldn’t just let you prance around an abandoned warehouse at night alone now, could I?”

“What? I’m not pran – “

He chuckled and held up his hands in mock surrender, “I kid, I kid. I know you can handle yourself, but still, for my peace of mind.”

You waved him off, continuing to look around. You hadn’t even walked two steps further when you heard a squelching sound. Turning around, you saw Chuuya frozen in his spot, face screwed up in disgust and eyes scrunched close, “(Y/n), I stepped on something. I fucking stepped on something.”

You stifled a laugh, “I can see that.”

“Please tell me it’s not something too disgusting.” He pleaded.

“It’s a rat.”

“What!?”

You snorted with laughter as you turned back around, “Chill out, I’m kidding. It’s just a plant.”

Behind you, you heard him sigh in relief and then grumble in annoyance, before he wiped his shoe on the ground and caught up with you, “I hate this place.”

“Complaining about it isn’t going to make it any cleaner, you know. Besides, you deal with blood and dirt on a daily basis, aren’t you used to it by now?”

“Huh? Just because I deal with it everyday doesn’t mean I like rolling around in it, you know?”

Something about Chuuya being a drama queen almost made it to your lips, but you kept silent. You shone your flashlight around the corners, looking for any signs of habitation among the desolation, though it didn’t look like anyone had been here in months, if not years. You cringed, looking at the high ceiling that looked like it could come down any moment. You wanted to be thorough, but with the dilapidated state the warehouse was in, it was highly unlikely anyone could even stay there for too long.

Just then, your eyes caught something thin and shiny, like a wire, stretched across about one foot above the ground. You frowned and bent down to inspect it. It was indeed a sharp, thin wire, probably meant to trip intruders and alert the inhabitants. On second thought, it crossed your mind, this place might be full of such contraptions. “Huh. So there were people here, after all.”

“No shit, this is the perfect hiding pl – “

His sentence was cut off by a myriad of sounds from behind you, something breaking and crashing, followed by a short scream from Chuuya. You whirled around, startled, only to find Chuuya suspended five feet off the ground by a rope, upside down. One of his ankles was bound tight by the rope suspended from the ceiling, which on second thought was probably some kind of booby trap to deter intruders.

You looked at the sight in front of you for a few seconds in mute surprise, eyes wide and lips parted, before you finally burst out laughing.

He looked at you with the most ‘done’ look on his face, waiting for you to stop laughing before finally shouting out, “Hey!”

“I’m sorry – pfft – it’s just – “

By now you were bent over double with laughter, shaking too hard to even speak. You waved a hand in front of you, trying to tell him you’ll be with him in a minute.

“Damn it, it’s not funny, (y/n)!”

After a little while, you wiped a tear from the corner of your eye, still laughing lightly as you picked up his hat from the ground and dusted it off. “What are you talking about? This is peak comedy.”

He rolled his eyes, “Remind me again why I tolerate you?”

“Because you love me.” You said, face lit up with a smug, lazy grin,

“How unfortunate for me.” He deadpanned, “Come on, help me down.”

“Mm, I don’t think I will.” You said as you lightly caressed his cheek, his skin warm under your cold fingers, “I think I like you like this. You look more kissable than usual.”

“I wh – “

And so you did. You held his upside-down face with one hand and kissed him. And even with your eyes closed instinctively, you could see stars exploding. The shape of his lips against yours felt like it always did, like fine satin and some exquisite wine you could never hope to afford.

Time seemed to elude you, but when you finally let go, you were more breathless than you had hoped to be. But the look on Chuuya’s face made you think it was worth it. He looked dazed and confused, blinking slowly as if waking from a dream. You chuckled as he blinked in quick succession, finally seeming to regain his wits.

“What was – I’m definitely not complaining – but what was that?” He asked, still out of breath.

You laughed lightly, “You’re adorable.”

By now, you had already reached the conclusion that since no one had jumped out at the two of you until now, the warehouse was probably empty. There had been people here, but they had long since left. You smiled playfully at Chuuya before propping his hat, that you had picked up earlier, on his face and stepped back to go.

“No, don’t abandon me, (y/n)!” he sputtered, “How am I gonna get down?”

You gave him a deadpan look, before turning around to leave, “Your ability is gravity manipulation, Chuuya. We both know you don’t need my help.”

“Betrayal.”

You snorted at the mock hurt in his voice as you heard him say that behind you, and you can’t help the amused chuckle that escapes you as you leave the warehouse.

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Damn, seeing the therapist!s/o suggestion makes me want to see how you will make a fic out of it😩😩 Can you share some headcanons about it?? If you are not busy of course~~

[I’m still set on writing a scenario sometime in the future, but I hope these suffice for now.]

Dazai with a s/o who used to be a therapist:

At first, Dazai is surprised. What’s going on? Why can he never seem to fool you with any of his charades?

He knew about your former profession before getting into a relationship with you, of course. It’s just that he didn’t expect you to be so good at your job.

Dazai being Dazai, he takes it as a challenge, wondering if he can gain the upper hand in this game.

Except, it’s not a game to you. His constant attempts to lead you around in circles are blatantly obvious in your eyes, as well as equally frustrating.

With any other person, he could turn around any conversation that starts to get a little too ‘deep’ for comfort, and turn it into something humourous and insubstantial. Unfortunately for him, that doesn’t seem to work with you.

“How did you get that scar on your shoulder?”

“Oh, this? I was cycling up the mountain when a tree fell on me.”

“…Cut the bullshit, Dazai. You’re lying again.”

It scares him sometimes how you seem to be able to almost see through him.

He’s still closed up tight, like a puzzle box you have to unravel. But after a while, he tends to at least lie a little less to you.

There are some topics, however, that the two of you have an unspoken agreement never to bring up. The scars on his forearms, whatever Mori did to him, as well as the gravestone he visits every month without fail, to name just a few.

If you were to try and describe what treading in Dazai’s mind feels like, you’d probably call it a graveyard littered with landmines.

Your former profession as a therapist automatically means that you’re good at communicating and putting feelings into words. It’s a skill Dazai lacks in tremendously, and he’s constantly amazed by how easy he finds it to talk to you, about anything at all.

Most of all, he’s surprised that you never seem to judge him, ever, no matter what he springs at you. You don’t get scared or avoidant of him. Instead, you encourage him to talk more. He doesn’t really listen to that advice, but is grateful for the sentiment, nonetheless.

Everybody at the agency always says that the two of you are a match made in heaven, because God knows Dazai is in dire need of a therapist. Not that he would ever admit that.

“You keep getting inside my head, belladonna. Tell me, are you scared of what you see?”

“Not at all. On the contrary, I find it quite fascinating.”

Being with you has been full of unexpected twists and turns for him, always trying to come up with new strategies to keep up his façade, falling once and getting up twice.

But just because you used to be a therapist, it doesn’t mean he’s suddenly going to put down all his walls for you and come clean. That is a part of his nature that’s ingrained deep into his psyche, and you’re going to have to work much harder than others to really reach him.

It’s a good thing you’re in love with him, because it means you’re not about to give up any time soon.

#yooo =o #I have an OC that isn't like... an ACTUAL therapist but an informal one cuz her ability basically requires it #and this is almost exactly how I imagine her relationship with Dazai to be... even though it's just platonic with those two #man this writer is making me wanna give Dazai a tag over here >> #osamu dazai

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I’m requesting lot of Dazai 😂 so sorry. I just got a cute idea tho. How would he react to his shy and polite s/o calling him by his name for the first time while wishing him happy birthday after a planned out birthday date, present offered and all? 😬 please and thank you! I love you! 💕😘

Birthdays and Such (Osamu Dazai)

Dazai has never cared much about birthdays. They’re just as tiresome, just as bland and mind-numbing as any other day in his life. So what if he survived another year in this mechanical world? It’s not like he wanted to.

As he entered his apartment and locked the door behind him, he let out a long weary sigh. Despite his cheery, hyperactive façade, Dazai did get tired. He was human after all, whether he believed it or not. Add to that the fact that he hadn’t seen you all day, for some reason, so he was in an exceptionally off mood.

All the lights were out, but there was still a dull glow coming from the living room… Did I forget to turn that one off? He thought as he walked in, only to be taken by surprise at the sight in front of him.

The lamps had been turned down to their lowest, casting an ambient glow over the entire room. There were flowers and candles arranged on the table, amidst a few elegantly wrapped presents. And besides this all, looking very proud, there were you.

“Happy birthday!”

The tinkle in your voice as you cheered out the two words seemed to pluck something deep inside of him, something that reverberated throughout his being. With wide eyes, he slowly took in the sight of you, holding a small cake lit with a solitary candle. And his face brightened up with an involuntary smile.

“My, my, (y/n). How much trouble you’ve gone through for me.”

“Not at all!” You beamed, “Sit down, I have so much to show you.”

He laughed at your excitement, watching you try to keep still.

“Okay, so I baked the cake myself. Would you please taste it and tell me how it is?”

He smiled as you shyly put a small piece in his mouth, and immediately fell into bliss. “Oof, this is amazing.”

“Really?” You grinned, “That’s a relief! I’ve also prepared your favourite dish, and you have to see the presents, and -”

Dazai laughed, “One thing at a time, my darling.”

You blushed furiously, “Right, sorry.”

And so the two of you laughed and ate and talked late into the night. Amidst all of those things and you, Dazai felt a bubble of… happiness rising up inside of him. But then…Do I really deserve any of this?

You let out a contented sigh as you settled yourself snugly against him on the couch. Dazai pulled a thin blanket over to cover you as well as himself.

“I know you’re not too big on the whole ‘birthday’ thing,” you began hesitantly, “but I wanted to do something for you, you know? To let you know how much you mean to me.”

His heart did a little somersault in his chest. 'How much you mean to me…’ He meant something to you.

The clock was just shy of striking twelve, signifying the end of the day. You took a look at the beautiful visage of the man you loved so much, wondering why you could never make out just what the hell he was thinking. His eyes were only half open, a soft smile gracing his lips. You blushed. He really is beautiful.

“Happy birthday, Osamu.” You mumbled shyly and lightly kissed him on the cheek.

He looked at you, reveling in the way his name fell from your lips. As if it was something precious, and not just a terribly poisonous thing befitting of the terrible person it belonged to. He blinked once, then twice, before pulling your form even closer to himself and resting his chin on your head, “…Thank you, belladonna.”

Dazai has never cared much about birthdays, but he does care about you. And knowing that you care about him too means everything.

#okay this is just too cute to not put over here??? I'm so in love... #I'm not giving this fucker a tag though!! #future!Annie here: he has a tag now cuz I'm weeeak #osamu dazai

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Can I have headcannons for how Dazai, Chuuya, and Akutagawa would react when they wake up next to their usually shy s/o who is typically too shy to get close suddenly snuggled up close to them in their sleep? Thank you!

[I hope these are alright, and sorry for the wait!]

Dazai

Contrary to what appearances might suggest, Dazai is not much of a touchy feely person unless he’s the one doing the touching and feeling ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). If you feel hesitant in cozying up to him for whatever reason, he wouldn’t question it too much. He’ll hold your hand, stroke your hair and hug you out of the blue, and then revel in flustering you so much. But he would ask you to reciprocate it if you don’t want to.

That said, when he wakes up one morning to find you snuggled up to him in your sleep, he can’t help but feel butterflies in his chest. He’s surprised at first, but then smiles softly and pulls you closer, trying not to wake you up. He wouldn’t want to lose this moment prematurely. Your face looks angelic to him, and your close proximity means he can feel your steady heartbeat and breathing.

Of course, he’ll take every opportunity to tease you about this once you’re awake, but for now he just wants to bask in the warm serenity of your embrace.

Chuuya

Chuuya is definitely not the kind of person who shows physical affection, or even knows how to. He’s good at heated make-out sessions and kisses so passionate they bruise your lips. But he’s not so good with things like hugs and snuggling. So if you’re too shy to initiate it, you can bet he doesn’t have a problem with that.

But sleeping next to each other inevitably means you’d snuggle up to him in the night. And when he finds you like that in the morning, he doesn’t even know what to do. Should he wake you up or let you sleep? Ignore or reciprocate? Poor boy is very confused. In the end, he decides to stay in bed and pull you closer, because even though he would never say this out loud, it actually feels really good to have you cuddling up to him like this. He’s flustered and confused, but also calm and almost happy. He feels at home in your arms.

Akutagawa

Even if you aren’t too shy to get close, you can bet your ass Akutagawa isn’t even familiar with the concept of soft physical gestures of affection. It’s probably a good thing you don’t get too close, because he would probably just give you an incredulous look and push you aside gently.

However, you can’t control what you do while asleep, so when you involuntarily cozy up to him at night, Akutagawa is dumbstruck. Poor darling is frozen in his place and stiff like a log 😂 He’d relax a little after a while, however, and when he looks at the contented smile on your face, he’d just sigh and resign himself. He tells himself he’ll get out of bed as soon as you wake up. He tells himself he’s not enjoying this or feeling butterflies wreaking havoc in his stomach. He tells himself he isn’t feeling a certain kind of warmth spreading through his chest.

Well, he can keep telling himself whatever he wants, that isn’t going to change the truth.

#chuuya nakahara #ryunosuke akutagawa #osamu dazai

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fear death. fear slaughter. those who desire death have an equal desire to die.

03.01 happy birthday akutagawa 

#ryunosuke akutagawa #👀

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now then, who wants to fight against gravity?

04.29 happy birthday chuuya 💕

#chuuya nakahara #-heart eyes motherfucker-

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“You don’t love him,” he challenges, a small smirk appearing on his thin lips. “Excuse me?” “You can’t.” “He makes me happy,” I retort.  I cross my arms and stare defiantly up at him. “Sure.” He shrugs. “I didn’t say he didn’t. But you don’t love him. He doesn’t get under your skin the way I do.” “That’s a good thing.”   “You keep lying to yourself. You say he makes you happy, but it’s not the happiness that I make you feel. It’s not the tingle in your fingers and the butterflies in your stomach. You like him because he’s safe. He won’t hurt you. He’s smart and funny and kind, but he’s oh-so-safe.”   “Safe is a good thing.” I nod at him firmly. “Not for you. I can see it in your eyes. You want recklessness. You want fiery passion. You want danger. In fact, I think you need it. You thrive on it.” He steps closer, breath warm on my face. One hand slips gingerly around the small of my back and the other rests on my cheek. My breath catches in my throat. He leans down, lips just brushing my ear.  My skin prickles with goosebumps, and a smile sneaks its way onto my face. “See? I told you.”

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write (via mymessyink)

#excuse you op I don't need to be called out like this #...of course I can't think of a specific character right now #but still this goes here

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akutagawa + sparkles ✨

#ryunosuke akutagawa #same Higuchi

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#karamatsu matsuno

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i thought tht pastel girl app was cute so i made ichimatsu some outfits,, here is One of them for now

#ichimatsu matsuno