#᯽. éli originals

[nakahras]

᯽ wet dreamz • osamu dazai

synopsis • you’ve been having some dubious dreams about one (1) osamu dazai and you let it slip.

warnings • swearing, lucid dreaming, fem!reader, ņsfw, dazai (he needs his own warning, yes), nickname “bella” is used, hair pulling, some light hand stuff/teasing, oral (f -> m), no set dynamic (both parties switch), masturbation (f), clothed sex, edging, finger sucking, slight choking, creampie, overstimulation, pussy drunk dazai, this is a long one >.<, also mildly unedited

wc • 6.8k

a/n • ahahahaha i don’t know

his hands are all over you, all at once, but it’s still not enough. you can’t pinpoint why because in all honesty it should be borderline overwhelming. but it’s not.

maybe you’re just greedy. you’ve been waiting for this for so long that you’ve been dreaming about it. dreaming? something washes over you and, once again, you can’t place it. you shake it off internally. how could you pay anything much attention when what you should be paying attention to is the man underneath you pawing at your skin.

he’s demanding all of your attention and you’ll gladly give it to him. you don’t remember how you got here, or how you got his shirt off but you dip down and kiss his exposed and surprisingly sun kissed skin. everything is blurry, the feeling of his skin under your lips, the image of him shirtless underneath you and the sensation of his nimble fingers kneading at your ass. 

before you can overthink it, he gets impatient and guides your hips to grind down on his hardened crotch. your mind is the next thing to become blurry. you straighten up and throw your head back as the sensation of the friction overtakes your senses. you want more, need more.

as if the brunette could read your mind, he’s tugging at your panties. it’s only then that you realize, he’s pantless as well. things felt like they were going too fast and also too slow all at once. you sit yourself back down on his length and continue to grind down on him.

your head is swimming and distantly you hear ringing in your ears. you ignore it though, the sounds of his moans drowning out any other noise. his grip on your bottom tightens and he lifts your hips up expertly aligning himself with your entrance.

he’s about to sit you back down and stretch you out but the ringing gets louder and everything goes white.

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you woke this morning in a pool of your own sweat — thighs rubbing together desperately seeking out the same sensations you experienced in your dream. 

now you’re sitting at your desk feeling extremely embarrassed and, frankly, frustrated that you had yet another wet dream about your coworker, dazai osamu. 

you let out a huff while typing up a report on yesterday’s case. of all people in this office it just had to be the most insufferable of them all. why did he have to be so gorgeous? why couldn’t you think the same of kunikida? hell, even ranpo would have been a better choice than dazai. you think your subconscious is cruel. laughing at you, making fun of you by giving you wet dreams. you felt like a fucking teenager. hell, you don’t think you even had wet dreams when you were an adolescent going through puberty. how utterly embarrassing.

you let out yet another exasperated sigh, brows furrowed and fingers typing furiously. you were making a spectacle and your deskmates had long since noticed your sour mood. atsushi and kunikida were the smart ones, they simply let you be, figuring if you wanted to talk about it you would bring it up. 

dazai, however, is nosey. his natural curiosity always getting the better of him. he builds a simple paper airplane and shoots it through the air. it lands right on your keyboard and your aggressive typing finally ceases. you stare at the airplane as if you’ve never seen one in your entire life. you refuse to look up, fearing that if you look at dazai you’ll be reminded of what your subconscious thinks of him. you don’t think you can handle that quite yet.

dazai watches, slightly perturbed, as you seem to try to make his little creation spontaneously combust. no matter how unsettling, dazai still isn’t deterred. atsushi shoots him a warning look, as if to say this wasn’t a good idea. the brunette blatantly ignores the boy and wheels himself over to your part of the desk, which was a show in itself since you’re on the complete opposite side of where he was sat. that means dazai has to push himself past either atsushi or kunikida. of course, him being the menace that he is, dazai chooses the harder path of going around kunikida.

you don’t see it because you’re still having a staring contest with your little gift but kunikida’s eye twitches as dazai swivels past him. the blonde was going to take the high road though. he was going to let it slide since you seemed to need the distraction. but dazai was clumsy and clipped his wheels on the ones of his partner’s chair. kunikida’s eye twitches and he can’t help himself.

”dazai…” it’s a simple warning. one that the brown eyed detective promptly ignores.

dazai makes it to you without another hitch and gingerly reaches over to replace the airplane with a paper rose.

you blink. stare some more. then finally look up. “dazai, what the fuck?” 

“oh c’mon, bella. you’ve been in a mood all day. i thought a rose would cheer you up enough to tell me what’s got you in such a sulky mood.” dazai pouts at you and it takes everything in you to look away for your sanity.

you can feel your cheeks heating up by just the small interaction. if these dreams persist, you’re not sure you can keep your composure. you were barely hanging on by a thread as it was. you distantly think maybe it’s your subconscious telling you that you need to get laid. you almost scoff at the thought.

yes. it has been some time since you last slept with someone, but there is no way that was causing the dreams. if that was the case you would be having dreams about more than just dazai. he was simply plaguing your mind and you think you might go insane if this kept going on. 

so instead of dealing with it like a sane person, because you aren’t right now, you decide to take it out on the very man that has been haunting your mind. “i’m trying to get my work done and i’m certainly not in the mood. go bother atsushi if you’re bored, dazai.”

you hear a small complaint come from across the desk and look up to see atsushi giving you an accusatory expression. you immediately feel guilty for throwing him under the bus and finally relax for the first time all day. you toss the weretiger an apologetic smile then whip around to glare at dazai for a moment.

”i changed my mind. you’re buying me lunch at the cafe. let’s go.” you don’t give dazai any time to answer. you save your work, shut your laptop and promptly stand up and walk off. you weren’t going to give dazai any room to argue. you figured if he didn’t follow then he wasn’t that curious and you got to enjoy a break in silence.

unfortunately you hear dance-like footsteps coming from behind you, indicating that dazai was, in fact, following. you both step into the elevator and about halfway down dazai finally opens his mouth.

”so, what’s got a beautiful woman such as yourself in such a mood today?” his smile is lazy and eyes dull.

you hate this. you hate when he acts like this. you do genuinely like dazai, just not this version of him. the shut off version, the one that puts on a facade and plays with people for fun. you don’t have much time to think about it though. the elevator jolts to a sudden stop and dings, indicating that you’ve made it to the ground floor. you scurry out of the small space and make your way to the cafe. 

when you enter your mood instantly sours seeing that it wasn’t lucy in today, but rather the waitress dazai is always making eyes at and wistfully requesting her to perform a double suicide with him. you muster up a smile to offer the owner and wave at him before taking your seat at one of the booths. dazai plops himself on the other side across from you.

the waitress comes over and you brace yourself for the encounter that’s about to transpire. dazai watches you closely, head tilting to the side curiously. 

“welcome, detectives, what can i get you started with today?” her smile is sweet and you feel bad for your previous annoyance. it’s not her fault dazai doesn’t understand the art of subtlety. 

dazai speaks up before you can get a chance to. “go on, bella, you order whatever you want.” dazai addresses his attention to the waitress next. “everything will be going on my tab, miss waitress.”

”how very generous of you, mr. dazai. i assume you finally invested in that life insurance policy i recommended?” her smile is sweet but her words are clipped and condescending. you let out a little snort as dazai starts to sweat a little. 

before dazai can quip back, you order. “i’ll take an iced latte and the sandwich of the day, please.”

“of course miss. what about you, mr. dazai?”

dazai almost shrinks at her faux warm demeanor. “i’ll just take a cup of coffee.” 

you raise your brow at him disapprovingly and before the waitress can scurry off you quickly get out, “can you make sure my sandwich is cut in half?”

she smiles at you genuinely and nods her head. after she walks off you catch dazai staring at you once again. you know he’s about to speak again and you dread whatever it is that’s going to fall from those surprisingly full lips of his. 

“so, are you going to tell me what’s gotten your panties in a twist all day?”

nice.

how eloquent of him. 

you scowl at him and hiss out, “could you not refer to it as that?”

”sorry, bella. would you rather i ask why you’ve been so sour all day in a different way?” dazai grins at you clearly pleased at getting a rise out of you. 

you huff and roll your eyes. “would you believe me if i told you it’s because i had a dream of you?”

”oh? did you now? what was the dream about? you must regale me with all of the details.” dazai sets his elbows on the table in between the two of you. his fingers intertwine and he rests his head atop his hands. 

it’s almost eerie, the way he’s looking at you but you can’t quite place why. you wince internally realizing your mistake. how the hell are you supposed to tell dazai that you fantasized about— no. you didn’t fantasize, it was a dream. a creation of your subconscious. not of your control. you want to shrivel up and die. 

how the hell are you supposed to explain that to dazai?

you don’t. it’s the only sane reasoning you can come up with. but now you have to scramble to come up with something to dazai. the longer you just blankly stare at him the more suspicious he’s going to get. you can see it in the way his eyes become hooded and his right brow shifts up.

dazai perks up a bit and, oh god, here it comes. the realization you’ve been dreading. “don’t tell me you dreamt about me in that way.” he hums dramatically. “what a naughty girl, thinking about your colleague in such a way~”

you involuntary freeze. sure you knew this was coming but there is no way he saw through you that easily. he came to that conclusion so fast and you know for a fact you aren’t an easy person to read unless you want someone to. he couldn’t have just picked up on your thoughts like that. no, you have to remind yourself this is dazai osamu. he could have done exactly that. regardless, you refuse to admit it to yourself, let alone dazai.

“absolutely n-“ you’re cut off by the waitress dropping off your drinks and the sandwich. 

clearly she understood what you meant by your earlier request because she brings you an extra plate. you thank her one more time before she walks off. placing the slightly bigger half of the sandwich on the extra plate and scooting it towards dazai.

“eat.” he looks at you curiously but obliges when you give him an expectant glare.

you know he won’t drop the previous subject but luckily for you he’s too busy with eating to make much conversation. you both enjoy your respective halves of the delicious sandwich in silence. it was peaceful, a stark contrast to what usually transpired when you’re with dazai. you observe him quietly, subtly, as you chew on the last bite of your food.

he’s picking at the bread after only two bites. his coffee was finished within the first few minutes of it being set in front of him. a clear avoidance. keeping himself busy with sipping on his coffee so he wouldn’t have to eat. the few bites were to appease you. unfortunately for him you know all of those tricks, maybe a little too well.

you cross your arms over your chest and think about this tactically, you know if you scold him outright he’ll brush it off easily. you have to think like him for a moment. what would he do if your positions were switched.

playing dumb. “you know, it’s not very polite to let a lady eat more than you…” 

you pout and look away from him, trying to seem embarrassed. you’re not sure if it’s worked. you’re honestly too nervous to look. you think it must look real because you’re now actually embarrassed by the probably god awful acting you just displayed.

but then you hear distinct chewing and peak over to something that pleasantly surprises you. he’s taken another two bites, significantly larger than the last two, because he’s almost finished with the sandwich by the time you fully turn to look at him. 

for the first time all day you finally crack a smile at him and let out a fit of giggles. dazai almost chokes on the sandwich from the sound alone. it’s a sound he’ll never get used to nor will he ever get tired of it. you’re too busy trying to calm your giggles to notice dazai’s internal struggle as he finishes off his own food all the while staring at you in amazement.

you take a few calming breaths and look at him, still all smiles. dazai resists the urge to clutch his chest, something in it stirs — an extremely alarming and foreign sensation for him. dazais nerves are suddenly on fire. he suddenly recalls what you said earlier, how you dreamt about him. he knows you planned on denying his earlier implications but the way you paused makes him think you were having those types of dreams about him. 

dazai’s fingers twitch at his sides. he’d be lying if he said he didn’t think of you like that. hell, he’d probably have the same types of dreams if he actually dreamt. dazai’s breathing shallows and he need to get away from you. his self control thinning with each passing second he thinks about you in the most intimate of ways. 

he knows it’s wrong. at least in your case you can’t control it. but here his is, shamelessly fantasizing about you like you aren’t sat right in front of him. dazai disgusts himself. he wants to bash his head in, his thoughts swimming, making it hard for him to focus. vision blurring and ears rushing like there’s water stuck in them.

dazai abruptly stands up and announces, “we should get back to work. kunikida will get on us if we take any longer.”

you’re so perplexed because when has dazai ever cared about what kunikida thinks about? then you notice it, the unmistakable bulge straining against the crotch of his pants. you swear you didn’t mean to look, it was just currently at eye level. you’re suddenly given an opportunity, something you need to make a decision on and quickly. 

as calmly as you can, you slide out of the booth and wave to the owner and waitress before grasping onto dazai’s hand and dragging the brunette away with you. dazai is far too dazed to protest at how assertive you’re being. you lead the way to the elevator and the ride there is painstakingly quiet and slow. the second the contraption dings and the doors begin to open you’re slipping through with dazai still in tow.

the lanky man is thoroughly confused when, instead of going back to the office, you shove the two of you in the supply closet. he wants to ask but something tells him he doesn’t need to. your body language gives way that you’re going to explain yourself.

thank god there’s a lock on the inside of this room. you really did not want to relocate to the bathroom for this. dazai is still dazed, unsure of what’s happening, just letting you toss him around like a rag doll. everything is still on fire making him feel detached from his body. the sensation is almost numbing.

“you know what’s so frustrating?” your breathing is just as shallow as his is now. the ride on the elevator working you up far more than it should have. 

although he’s detached, your voice anchors him. he looks down at your flushed face and he almost whimpers at the sight. he croaks out, “what is?”

“you. you’re so frustrating. your stupid act, your stupid need to play dumb, your stupid big brown eyes, your stupidly long fingers, your stupidly handsome face and your stupidly careless actions. y’know, you’ve had a hard on since you stood up at the cafe. practically shoved it in my face.” you have him trapped, his back is hitting the end of some shelves.

you don’t touch him yet. you look up at him and gauge his reaction. he seems to be battling with what he should say and you could laugh in triumph. you’ve never seen someone render the dazai osamu speechless, but you just did it with a few suggestive sentences. 

dazai takes a shuddered breath collecting his wits before grinning down at you after fully processing your words. “my apologies, bella. that wasn’t my intention, but what is yours? this is quite the damning position you have me in.”

your confidence falters but you quickly recover and click your tongue. “it would be rude of me to not help you calm down… especially if i was the cause.” 

you look away, embarrassed by your own proposition. dazai takes a moment. he knows what you’re implying, he’s sure of it, but he’s having a hard time wrapping his head around it. after what feels like an eternity— it’s not, you’re just being dramatic— it finally clicks in dazai’s head. you’re being serious, if the look on your face is any indication. 

the detective hums and reaches out. his hand cups your face and glides up into your hair, fingers tangling with the strands and tugging just a little too harshly to be considered gentle. he was needy, you could see it in the endless sea of honey that are his irises. something was stirring. 

“how am i supposed to say no to that? i’m a weak man, unable to deny a beautiful woman when she makes such an enticing offer.”

you don’t have time to bite back with a witty comment because his lips are quite literally crashing into yours. the second his chapped lips make contact with your own every single touch and action from him comes from a place of desperation. although skilled, his actions are sloppy and almost rushed. his free hand grips your waist and draws you even closer. 

your hands land on his chest to brace and balance yourself. you try to catch your breath but dazai is proving that difficult with how his tongue dances along your own. his actions steal your breath away from you and make your lungs burn, screaming for relief and air. 

the lack of air and the sensation of dazai’s tongue tangling with your own dizzies your head. you can’t get a proper thought out. instinctively your mouth is moving with his, tongue smoothing over his, and hands fisting at the cloth on his chest but you couldn’t move out of your own volition. 

dazai pulls your head back by once again tugging at your hair. you let out an involuntary whimper, making sure to stay quiet as you gasp for air. dazai dips his head down and speaks in between littering kisses on your neck.

“i thought you were going to help me calm down, bella. so far i’m doing all the work and now i’m far more worked up than i was in the cafe.” 

his words bring you crashing down to reality and you scowl. of course he would still tease you. he loves getting a rise out of you. 

you don’t entertain him, though. instead your hand travels down his torso and starts tugging at his shirt. you pout at him mockingly. “i didn’t realize some mild kissing would work you up so much. ‘didn’t realize you were so sensitive -- so needy.” 

dazai wants to quip back at you but as you’re talking you’re undoing his pants and your last word is emphasized by you shoving your hand down his pants. your hand almost falters when you realize he’s not wearing anything underneath. instead, though, you take your index finger and teasingly run it along his length. it feels endless, he’s long, you realize. you briefly wonder just how far, how deep, he could reach inside of you. 

dazai shudders at the feather like touches to where he needs attention the most right now. you lean up and with your free hand you tug on dazais collar to bring him down to your level. your breath fans over his ear and, god, he shudders again. 

you hum. “‘s this where you need attention right now?”

“yes.” dazai breathes out the word. clearly affected by the way your finger is twirling around the leaking tip of his cock.

you maintain eye contact with dazai as you sink to your knees. the implication alone has dazai’s nerves coiling tighter. he brings his hand up to cover his face, head falling back as he groans. his breathing becomes more erratic as you withdrawal your hand, he barely contain a whimper from falling past his lips at the loss of contact. but you make quick work of shocking his pants halfway down his thighs and finally freeing his strained length.

your mouth begins to salivate involuntarily. his cock is surprisingly pretty and just as you suspected — his length is impressive, definitely above average. the leaking tip is flushed pink and his veins are visibly throbbing. you want nothing more than to choke on it but first, you think you need to tease him some more.

you rest your cheek on his trembling thigh and stare up at him innocently. “osamu.” he could cum, right then and there with the way you say his given name.

dazai looks down at you. the sight in front of him bringing him embarrassingly closer to release. all dazai can muster is a hum of acknowledgment and even that sounds a little pained.

you smile at his obvious desperation. “if i help you out here you need to follow a couple rules. be quiet and no touching. think you can do that for me?”

dazai tries so hard to pay attention to your words but barely registers them. did you say no touching? no touching what? and him being quiet? a bold request of him.

you seem pleased with how quick he is to nod at you in obedience. you waste no time, ready to indulge both of your fantasies. you lick a long stripe along the vein on the underside of his cock. dazai is twitching at the one action alone. how embarrassing of him — you both have the same thought. 

the brunette’s fingers itch to touch you but his mind is coherent enough to remember your stipulations. no touching. how cruel of you. to resist that temptation when you’re making him feel this good is just downright wicked.

you don’t miss the way his fists clench in a desperate attempt to keep his word. how could you not reward him for that? listening to you like such a good and obedient puppy. your tongue darts out to swirl around his flushed tip. the taste of his precum floods your tastebuds and you’re instantly hooked like an addict to their drug of choice. dazai’s taste was your new vice. 

your lips wrap around his head and you hollow your cheeks. dazai is panting. his head spinning from the pleasure at just the slightest of touches from you. his head hangs back and he brings his fist to his mouth and bites down. he wants to groan, wants to whimper, wants to moan your name. but you’ve denied him that privilege and he has a feeling that you would be merciless if he gave in and disregarded your requests. 

you take more of him with each bob of your head and with each stroke of your tongue you unravel the tight coil that had formed in dazai’s stomach. he was already so close. what a sight it would be to watch you choke over him as he spills everything he has directly down your throat. the thought almost undoes him. he bites down on his fist harder and he thinks he may have broken skin.

you observe dazai and it’s all so hot. his pants, his facial expressions, the way sweat is starting to form on his face and cause his hair to stick to it. you can feel yourself getting worked and you’re impatient. thank god the weather permitted you to wear a pencil skirt instead of the usual slack you usually wear. you use your free hand to bunch up your skirt at your waist. the actions makes your movements on dazai’s cock a little sloppy. he hadn’t noticed yet but his brows furrow as if he’s starting to. you try to fix your pace but it’s too late. he is already picking up his head and peering down at you. 

you were trying to touch yourself. if his head wasn’t already spinning this is what would be what sent him into a spiral. you had the audacity to call him needy but then in turn do something like this. it was unfair. 

Dazai can’t help himself. “bella, are you trying to touch yourself?” it comes out as a teasing whisper. you don’t miss the amusement in his voice. 

you suppose you asked him to stay quiet, not to stay silent.

still, your brows furrow and you ever so slightly graze your teeth against his cock. the sensation is something dazai sickeningly loves. his eyes are rolling back into his head and he let’s out a short moan. it’s quiet and you’re quite annoyed that he’s found a loophole. 

you can’t deny that his noises aren’t doing something for you, though. you’re even more desperate than before to slip out of your panties. you maneuver around and manage to shimmy them off. it’s almost embarrassing how wet the crotch of them are. you try to care but you just can bring yourself to do so when dazai’s hips begin to thrust and force the small bit of his length you’ve been unable to touch down your throat. 

you gag around him and dazai’s grasping at the shelves behind him for leverage. you spread your legs the best you can, being on your knees like this and sneak your hand up your thigh. you can feel the heat radiating off of you. you run a finger through your slick and moan around dazai when the digit brushes your clit.

“fuck, fuck, fuck ‘s so good, bella. your mouth ‘s so perfect for me.” his voice is hushed and breathy.

you’re not even listening to his babble as your nose continues to brush against his pelvis every time your sucking him back into your mouth. gagging, choking, on his cock. your eyes are watery, tears spilling from that and the sensation coming from below your pelvis. your finger makes expert work of your clit.

it’s too much.

you can’t breath right, dazai can’t think right, you gag with every thrust, dazai can’t control his stuttering hips, your one hand is playing with yourself and the other reaches up to cup dazai’s balls. 

it’s not only too much for you, it’s too much for dazai. the added sensation makes nerve, every cell, every fiber that makes up dazai ignite. he was about to cum, he needed to warn you. he needed to open his mouth and say something but it just flapped, no noise was coming out.

you bob your head back and peer up at dazai, his erratic breathing becoming suspiciously loud. the look on his face is absolutely breathtaking — it’s flushed, almost beet red, tears of his own trickle down his cheeks in droplets. he looked like a fallen angel, beautiful and dangerous all at the same time. 

you moan at the sight. fingers traveling down to your entrance and slowly pushing through. you suck in a breath and fold your lips over your teeth to keep yourself from grazing his length with them. the initial stretch feels divine but your fingers themselves aren’t enough. you need dazai’s twitching cock inside your cunt.

you note that dazais cock is throbbing painfully and starts to twitch quite a lot.

oh, you realize, he’s going to cum. 

you smirk deviously. you push your mouth down on dazai until his tip is hitting the back of your throat. with your eyes still on him you hollow your cheeks and swallow. dazai almost yelps at the added stimulation. his head snaps up and finally his attention is on you.

“shit.” he hisses, this time a little louder, so you glare up at him. “sorry- sorry but- fuck- gonna cum, please, ‘m so close.”

the second those words leave his mouth you’re backing up and removing your fingers from yourself. dazai let’s out a mangled noise, something between a sob and laugh. it was almost unnerving but the blissed out look on dazai’s face tells you he’s enjoying this game far more than the average person.

you watch his chest heave, his breathing heavy. his face is as red as a blooming rose. you think it’s a sort of beautiful sight to see. dazai never gets flustered, so seeing him like this, you can’t help but to feel special. 

you stand up as you pout at him, mock empathy written all over your face. “sorry, did you wanna cum? don’t think i can have that quite yet. not when you haven’t even fucked me. right, osamu?”

there it is again, the sound of his given name falling from your lips. something in dazai snaps. the thread of his sanity that you’d been stretching thin ever since the cafe finally tore in two. his eyes darken dangerously and you only have a moment to realize the shift before he’s picking you up by your thighs and wrapping them around his thin waist. you can feel his stiff cock lightly bouncing against your ass as he flips you around and pins you against the shelves.

his head dips down and he lips scant across the skin of your neck. he’s careful to only leave feather light touches. scraping the rough skin of his mouth on one of your most sensitive areas sends a shock of electricity through your body. you so badly want to tug at his hair but you’re coherent enough to realize your fingers are still coated in your own slick. 

you smile slyly at the detective as he peers at you through his ridiculously long lashes. you grab his chin delicately and bring your soiled fingers to his lips. his eyes light up in immediate realization. he wordlessly opens his mouth, tongue lolling out a bit as he happily waits for his treat like a puppy, you can practically see his tail wagging. you let out a breathless laugh, because you think you may be screwed. dazai osamu has you wrapped around his pretty and lithe fingers and you think he already knew that. 

you think about making him beg for it but you’re so momentarily mesmerized by the brunette that you find yourself leaning in and gently interesting the digits into his mouth. dazai is quick to appreciate your offering. his lips encase your fingers and his tongue makes quick work of lapping up and savoring your taste.

dazai’s hip involuntarily rut into yours and you can’t help yourself. all the pent up frustration you’ve felt since the dreams started finally gets to your head. you’re desperate to feel him inside of you. a sensation you were always denied of, waking up before actually getting fucked by the very man holding you each time. you reach down to guide his cock then expertly shift your hips and he becomes perfectly aligned with your entrance. dazai is sucking on your fingers but his actions become sloppy as he watches what you’re doing with intense concentration.

you waste no time sinking yourself down on his length, he’s already well coated in your slick and eases into you. you bite on your lip to avoid making any obscene noises but dazai snaps you into reality when he carelessly moans loudly. you panic and shove your fingers further into his mouth. he hums appreciatively and if his hips rocking into yours didn’t feel so good you’d hop off his cock right then and there and leave him blue balled. you could bring yourself to do that though, not when you’ve been waiting for this for so long.

you settle for hissing out, “shut the fuck up, dazai.” 

dazai gives you a shit eating grin as he snakes an arm under your ass and squeezes before slowly shifting his hips away from yours, leaving you virtually empty, before sliding himself back into you at the same painstakingly slow pace. he repeats the slowed movements a few times before you’re slipping your fingers out of his mouth and bracing yourself on his shoulders. you try to move your hips on your own but dazai is quick to catch you.

“ah, ah, bella. can’t have you doing whatever you want right now. unless you want me to get louder, you’ll let me set the pace.” his voice is slightly strained and hushed, but despite his seriousness, you can hear the tiniest bit of teasing mixed in.

you let out a whine but resign to him setting the pace. in the meantime your fingers find their way to his hair and tug. dazais hips stutter, showing you that he is far too needy to take full control. taking full advantage of just how distracted he is, you grind your hips into the detective’s with each thrust and dip your head to leave sloppy wet kisses along his jaw and down his neck.

“shit, you’ve been so wound tight all the time lately that even your perfect cunt has a vice grip on me. it’s so perfect, feels so good.” you can tell how hard dazai is trying to be quiet and you note that you should reward him for that later.

it doesn’t take long for his pace to increase, his rapid movements making the shelves behind you rock and creak. dazai still seems displeased with the pace, his brows knitting together in concentration. you catch his eyes flitting to your neck and lingering there. 

you’ve always worn your tie loose, the first couple buttons if your dress shirt undone. it drives dazai mad. your neck and cleavage are always on display in the most tasteful way. he wants nothing more than to run his hand over your velvety soft skin and wrap his nimble fingers around your neck. now that he has the chance to do so, he can’t pass up the opportunity.

your grip in his hair tightens as he shifts you, keeping you up with one arm as he keeps his pace. you have no room to question him when the new positioning has his cock nudging your sweet spot so deliciously. your head becomes dizzy and your mouth falls open in a silent moan. 

dazai’s hand travels up your body, palm flush with your skin so he can feel every bump and curve. he starts at your upper abdomen and slithers it up. he completely ignores your breasts which you vaguely think was his goal. you have no time to act surprise over it bc his hand is gently wrapping around your neck. he wants to squeeze, fingers twitching, but he resigns to a light grip to simply test the waters. 

your response is something he wasn’t expecting. your eyes roll back and you let out a hushed whimper. that’s when he realizes, he wants to do this forever. he wants to fuck you senseless so he can see that beautiful expression on your face forever. so he can feel you tightly wrapped around him forever. dazai wants you forever. the fleeting thought scares him just a little but he has no time to dwell on it because the coil in his stomach is unraveling once again.

“dazai-“ your interrupted by him bringing you in for a sloppy kiss. you think the noises from the kiss alone are far more obscene than the noises from him bullying his cock into you, which is a hard feat considering those are, by no means, quiet or pure. 

when the brunette detaches himself he breathes out. “osamu- shit- ‘s osamu…”

“osamu. ‘m gonna cum. so close- please.” you let out a quiet sob as you babble.

dazai has no time to respond. it’s embarrassing, the way he can’t even give you any other warning but him shoving his face in your shoulder, grip tightening around your throat ever so slightly. the whimper he lets out tells you everything you need to know before he starts spilling his cum inside of you.

the throbbing of his cock and sensation of him filling you up has your walls contracting and you’re diving off the deep end yourself. you bite your lip hard. desperate trying to keep yourself from making more noise than the whines sticking in your throat. your vision blurs and and hearing goes muffled as your senses become overwhelmed by your high.

dazai is still rutting his hips into you, guiding you through your orgasm despite his twitches and obvious overstimulation. when you come back to your senses, dazai is whimpering a lot louder than previously. his grip on your neck is lost as he leaves soothing strokes on your side. you tug at his hair to lift his head so you can look at him.

his face is somehow even more flushed than earlier, you’re almost concerned. the look in his eyes though makes something stir inside of you. his glazed over and hooded eyes, completely unfocused. his lips parted as he’s letting out short and shuddered puffs of air. dazai has lost all senses but the feeling of him inside of you. 

“osamu. hey- look at me. you need to calm-“ you his when his rutting becomes more intense, thrusts becoming less shallow but hips and cock still twitching wildly, you have to stop him otherwise you’ll both lose yourselves in this supply closet and you can’t afford to do that when everyone is still in the office next door. “osamu we need to get back.”

dazai seems to have regained some of his consciousness. “again.”

you let out a breathless laugh, eyes glimmering in genuine amusement and adoration. “not right now. later. we need to get back. i have a case i need to finish working on.”

dazai finally fully comes back to you and he lightens up at the promise of later. that means this isn’t just a one time thing. something in that back of his head always told him if he crossed that line with you, things wouldn’t be the same, he’d only have one shot. but your words are such a relief he could cry. he can’t help himself, he has to clarify.

“later? after work and… again anytime after that?” his eyes are pleading and hopeful and you can’t help but melt under his soft gaze.

you nod and open your mouth to affirm his statement but you're rudely interrupted by a loud rapping at the closet door. “you two better have not done any of that by my emergency snack stash and you better clean up after yourselves. hurry up, i can't keep stalling and kunikida needs staples.”

ranpo’s voice rings throughout the room. you groan in embarrassment and bury yourself into his chest. dazai lets out a gleeful laugh still dizzyingly drunk on the idea of your promise.

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!! ️SCHOOL WILL NEVER TEACH YOU THIS👇🏿

|| THE AFRICAN ORIGIN OF THE NAME ISRAEL ||

The teachings of Bundu Dia Kongo.

Ne MUANDA NSEMI teaches the Makesa mu Nzila Kongo: the mystery of the name, because the name is the carrier of evil and beneficial influences to the one who bears it.

The name is also linked to a person's state of being.

Como example: with Zulu Makeba, with MBEMBA ZULU, with NKEMBO WA MONESUA, with NSANSUKULU A KANDA, YAYA VITA KIMPA, MFUMU KIMBANGU, with MUANDA NSEMI, NAVITA NGOLO, MFUKA FUAKAKA MUZEMBA etc.

Ne MUANDA NSEMI also teaches Makesa mu Nzila Kongo that speaking French, English is not synonymous with being intellectual.

Africans have become, complexly, foreign languages fanatics. Africans believe that giving a French, English or Hebrew name would have more meaning than in their mother tongue.

Example:

-that one called PEDRO thinks it's better to be called a stone than to be called TADI in his mother tongue which is KIKONGO.

- whoever is called ELOHIM believes this designation is divine in origin, but refuses to be called ELIMA in their language, while ELOHIM= ELIMA in Kikongo.

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Ne MUANDA NSEMI teaches the Makesa mu Nzila Kongo that the word KELIMA means a Messenger God, a Genius, an Angel. When the letter 'K' falls, KELIMA becomes ELIMA, in the plural BIKELIMA: the flashing, the SEZIMA, the SELIMA.

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Elima word expansion, adding letters. Oh give the words Elohima Elohim in Hebrews

Eli, El, stands for ELIMA, Kelima.

Give names like: EL Fatah, EL Chadai, ELION.

The abbreviation " EL " is also in the name of God, Archangels, Prophets in the Hebrew language as: Deus Yave Israel. Archangel Michael, Michël, Raphael, and other names such as: Ishmael, Samuël, Daniël, Emmanuel, Ezequiël...

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Kelima, Elima is synonymous with God of Simbi, Nomo, a messenger God, a Genius of Nature, an Angel, a Radiant of Light.

No more no less On the cross Jesus shouted Elima (=Eli), Elima (=Éli), why have you forsaken me?

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A Kelima, an Elima is a Great Mulimu, a Great Spirit of Nature: Each Elima has its own name:

And HOGU BATALA, OUR KAMBISI, KOLOKOSO, OUR KINZOLA, OLONGO, OUR MANDOMBE KALI, LUEZI (LUEJI, LUEJ, RUEJ) , RA, ISISI, MANATA LUDI etc.. These are some famous Elima from Egyptian BUKONGO.

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Isis stands for Isisi: a goddess (an Elima) of Ancient Egypt.

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Ra is a male Elima (+), isisi a female (-).

IS, RA, EL giving Israel. It is the fusion of positive (Ra) and negative (isisi), the union of man and woman gives an androgynous Elima (EL), both male and female. An equal Elima is called Mahungu, Malunga, Ilunga, Complete Being, made in the image of the Great God KONGO KALUNGA.

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The holy book of Kongo (MAKONGO) religion teaches that Kana was the land of High Priest MELCHISEDEK.

Mukana verb means Nkua Vema, an enthusiastic, a passionate, a jealous, a fanatic.

Kikana is fanaticism: Bakana ba Nzambi are fanatic of God, KANA, KANANA country.

Originally Kana and Madian were inhabited by blacks

Midian was inhabited by the High Priest, Gestro (Yetelo), this High Priest of Bukongo teaches Moses to contact the Angel of the people of Israel who is the God of Israel.

Kana was inhabited by High Priest Melchisedek, this High Priest of Bukongo teaching Hibrahim, Abraham to enter into communion with God of Israel.

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In kikongo language the sun is called Ntangu lowa the Great Nabi Kongo say the heart of the sun is called KISEDEKI.

-so MAMBU MELE KISEDEKI i mean problems went to the heart of the sun. The word MELE is a Kikongo verb form from the verb KUENDA which means to go.

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In Bukongo, a Great Nabi Kongo that serves as a transmission channel between the Assemblies of God (Temple) and the Heart of the Sun, bears the grand opening title of Ne MELE KISEDEKI.

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The bible says Melchisedik king of Salem brought bread and wine. He was a sacrifice of a very high God. He bless Abraham by the most high God

Ibrahim (Abraham) gave Dime to Mechisedek (Genesis 14: 18-20)

So here is Abraham, the first prophet of God of Israel) who is blessed by a High Priest black a Great Nabi Kongo, Ne MELE KISEKEDI.

Abraham father of the faith of the white Hebrews pay Dime to the Priest of the Most High God Ne MELE KISEDEKI King and Priest of KANA we will distort in Kanan Canaan because of their variants Kanana.

- Thus Abraham (Ibrahim) imitating copying the language of the people of Kana (THE BAKONGO) and distorting the graft in the Hebrew language, these words distort the source in Kikongo

- in Kikongo language

Excerpt from the book The Mysteries of KIKONGO

Written by NE MUANDA NSEMI Nlongi' to KONGO.

Kinshasa on 22-11-1995

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Remain Nameless - Maradj névtelen https://ift.tt/37NLwgj by Nyx_cinder Milyen érzés volt? Úgy érezte, hogy alig bírja tartani magát. A lány, akit éppen kerülnie kellett volna. Vagy kiabálni vele. Megátkoznia. Leköpni. Elővenni a pálcáját, és eltörölni a föld színéről. Egyszerre érzett elsöprő bűntudatot, megkönnyebbülést és zűrzavart, amikor Hermione Grangerre nézett. Draco mindennapjainak egyhangúsága egyszerre vált mentőövvé és időhurokká. De ez az új szokása, hogy Hermione Grangerrel együtt kávézik, gyorsan okot adott arra, hogy felkeljen az ágyból, és ez arra kényszeríti őt, hogy átértékelje az életét. Hermione töredékekben éli az életét, szétszórt, különálló darabokban, és nem találja a módját, hogy hátralépjen, és hagyja a teljes képet kialakulni. Vajon miért csak reggeli találkozásoknak Draco Malfoyjal van értelme? Words: 4998, Chapters: 1/51, Language: Magyar Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F Characters: Theodore Nott, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Luna Lovegood, Original Characters, Susan Bones, Weasley Family (Harry Potter), Astoria Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson, Minerva McGonagall, Dennis Creevey, Parvati Patil Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Padma Patil/Ron Weasley Additional Tags: Romance, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Post-Hogwarts, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Hermione Granger, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Past Drug Addiction, Healing, Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Enthusiastic Consent, Slow Romance, Blueberry snones, Angst with a Happy Ending, HEA via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/T6Jcvog August 26, 2023 at 09:23PM

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🔵 🔵 JÉSUS-CHRIST🔵

QUI EST JÉSUS CHRIST?

Aujourd'hui nous allons parler du Seigneur, en fait tout les autres publications ont toujours été sur le Seigneur comme pierre angulaire, mais aujourd'hui on ne parlera que de Lui et Ses capacités et Son origine ; commençons par Ses capacités

*La Capacité De Jésus En Tant Qu'homme*

Pour commencer Jésus avait les 9 dons du Saint-Esprit ;

Il avait le don de sagesse

Luc, 2:52 - Et Jésus croissait en sagesse, en stature, et en grâce, devant Dieu et devant les hommes.

Il avait le don de connaissance

Jean, 7:15 - Les Juifs s`étonnaient, disant: Comment connaît-il les Écritures, lui qui n`a point étudié?

Il avait le don de foi

Jean, 8:29 - Celui qui m`a envoyé est avec moi; il ne m`a pas laissé seul, parce que je fais toujours ce qui lui est agréable.

Le don de guérison

Marc, 5:34 - Mais Jésus lui dit: Ma fille, ta foi t`a sauvée; va en paix, et sois guérie de ton mal.

Le don de miracle

Jean, 2:11 - Tel fut, à Cana en Galilée, le premier des miracles que fit Jésus. Il manifesta sa gloire, et ses disciples crurent en lui.

Le don de prophétie

Marc, 13:8 - Une nation s`élèvera contre une nation, et un royaume contre un royaume; il y aura des tremblements de terre en divers lieux, il y aura des famines. Ce ne sera que le commencement des douleurs.

Le don de discernement

Matthieu, 12:10-12 Et voici, il s`y trouvait un homme qui avait la main sèche. Ils demandèrent à Jésus: Est-il permis de faire une guérison les jours de sabbat? C`était afin de pouvoir l`accuser. Il leur répondit: Lequel d`entre vous, s`il n`a qu`une brebis et qu`elle tombe dans une fosse le jour du sabbat, ne la saisira pour l`en retirer? Combien un homme ne vaut-il pas plus qu`une brebis! Il est donc permis de faire du bien les jours de sabbat.

Le don de parlé en langues et traduisait

Matthieu, 27:46 - Et vers la neuvième heure, Jésus s`écria d`une voix forte: Éli, Éli, lama sabachthani? c`est-à-dire: Mon Dieu, mon Dieu, pourquoi m`as-tu abandonné?

Il avait les 9 manifestations du Saint-Esprit, noté que Jésus à reçu le Saint-Esprit à 30 ans lors de son baptême par Jean-Baptiste, mais étant petit il grandissait déjà en sagesse, il avait l'esprit humain et non l'Esprit divin, mais il avait déjà le don de cette Esprit divin qui était en réalité son propre Esprit

Philippiens, 1:19 - Car je sais que cela tournera à mon salut, grâce à vos prières et à l`assistance de l`Esprit de Jésus Christ.

*Dieu Vient Sur Terre En Chaire*

En faite, Jésus était Dieu en chaire, il n'a pas toujours été un homme ou un ange, mais il existait sous forme de Dieu, mais il n'a pas chercher à être égal avec l'Éternel, il est celui par qui l'Éternel à tout créé, parce que l'Éternel ne peut pas être assisté par un ange ou un homme, mais seul l'Éternel peut assister l'Éternel, seul Dieu peut assister Dieu,

Philippiens, 2:5-6; Ayez en vous les sentiments qui étaient en Jésus Christ, lequel, EXISTANT EN FORME DE DIEU, n`a point regardé comme une proie à arracher d`être égal avec Dieu

*Jésus La Parole De Dieu*

Avant d'être le Fils Jésus était la Parole, il était toujours avec l'Éternel, parce que sans Lui, l'Éternel n'a rien fait et ne peut rien faire, c'est Jésus le commencement de tout avant même la création du monde et des anges

Jean, 1:1:3 - Au commencement était la Parole, et la Parole était avec Dieu, et la Parole était Dieu. Toutes choses ont été faites par elle, et rien de ce qui a été fait n`a été fait sans elle.

Jésus à toujours été près de l'Éternel, mais il ne s'appelait pas encore Jésus, mais la parole, il était toujours avec l'Éternel, partout et pour tout, regardé l'origine de Jésus, vous dites chaque fois Jésus mais savez-vous d'où il est?? Tu vas le savoir

*Jésus La Première Créature De Dieu*

Proverbes, 8:22-31; L`Éternel m`a créée ( ici c'est Jésus qui parle) la première de ses oeuvres, Avant ses oeuvres les plus anciennes. J`ai été établie depuis l`éternité, Dès le commencement, avant l`origine de la terre. Je fus enfantée quand il n`y avait point d`abîmes, Point de sources chargées d`eaux; Avant que les montagnes soient affermies, Avant que les collines existent, je fus enfantée; Il n`avait encore fait ni la terre, ni les campagnes, Ni le premier atome de la poussière du monde. Lorsqu`il disposa les cieux, j`étais là; Lorsqu`il traça un cercle à la surface de l`abîme, Lorsqu`il fixa les nuages en haut, Et que les sources de l`abîme jaillirent avec force, Lorsqu`il donna une limite à la mer, Pour que les eaux n`en franchissent pas les bords, Lorsqu`il posa les fondements de la terre, J`étais à l`oeuvre auprès de lui, Et je faisais tous les jours ses délices, Jouant sans cesse en sa présence, Jouant sur le globe de sa terre, Et trouvant mon bonheur parmi les fils de l`homme.

Jésus à été appelé le Fils de Dieu parce que comme vous l'avez lu, il est le premier enfant de Dieu, la création parfaite de Dieu, Lui-même Dieu.

Après que Dieu s'est créé, Jésus-Christ sorti de Dieu qui était lui-même Dieu parce qu'il sort de Dieu, et l'Esprit sortit de Jésus. Beaucoup se demandent qui à créé Dieu. Notre mentalité de mortel nous poussent toujours à croire que si Dieu à créé les hommes et les anges, certainement quelque l'a également créé, non ce n'est pas tout à fait celà, vous ne vous êtes jamais demandé pourquoi Dieu est si puissant et pourquoi même Ses anges n'ont pas pu le renversée ? Parce que tout simplement, Dieu n'a pas un créateur qui l'a donné Sa puissance, il est Lui-même Sa puissance, il à été créé par Lui-même et subsiste éternellement par Lui-même, il est un être formé par Lui-même, il vit par Lui-même,

Romains, 11:36 - C`est de lui, par lui, et pour lui que sont toutes choses. A lui la gloire dans tous les siècles! Amen!

*L'origine De Jésus*

Jésus est sorti de l'Éternel après son apparition et le l'Esprit Saint sort directement de Jésus, la Parole

Jean, 14:10 - Ne crois-tu pas que je suis dans le Père, et que le Père est en moi? Les paroles que je vous dis, je ne les dis pas de moi-même; et le Père qui demeure en moi, c`est lui qui fait les oeuvres.

Jean, 16:13-15; Quand le consolateur sera venu, l`Esprit de vérité, il vous conduira dans toute la vérité; car il ne parlera pas de lui-même, mais il dira tout ce qu`il aura entendu, et il vous annoncera les choses à venir. Il me glorifiera, parce qu`il prendra de ce qui est à moi, et vous l`annoncera. Tout ce que le Père a est à moi; c`est pourquoi j`ai dit qu`il prend de ce qui est à moi, et qu`il vous l`annoncera.

Jésus était toujours là, il est le commencement

Apocalypse, 3:14 - Écris à l`ange de l`Église de Laodicée: Voici ce que dit l`Amen, le témoin fidèle et véritable, le commencement de la création de Dieu

*Le Plan De Dieu Pour L'humanité*

l'Éternel avait déjà prévue se sacrifier pour l'humanité, et il s'est fait chaire en Sa parole, et c'est alors que le nom de Jésus à été donné à la Parole de Dieu qui devait arriver sur terre

Matthieu, 1:21 - elle enfantera un fils, et tu lui donneras le nom de Jésus; c`est lui qui sauvera son peuple de ses péchés.

Parce que Jésus est le nom de Dieu, Jésus est le nom du Père, du fils et du Saint-Esprit, seul le nom de Dieu peut délivrer, ou faire fléchir les genoux d'un démon, écouté vous-même l'attitude des démons quand ils voyaient Jésus en face d'eux

Marc, 1:23-24 Il se trouva dans leur synagogue un homme qui avait un esprit impur, et qui s`écria: Qu`y a-t-il entre nous et toi, Jésus de Nazareth? Tu es venu pour nous perdre. Je sais qui tu es: le Saint de Dieu.

Marc, 3:11 - Les esprits impurs, quand ils le voyaient, se prosternaient devant lui, et s`écriaient: Tu es le Fils de Dieu.

Jésus n'avais pas besoin de délivrer au nom de Dieu, non il portait déjà le nom de Dieu, les apôtres délivrait au nom de Jésus, Jésus guérissait avec juste Sa parole, les démons savaient qu'ils avaient affaires à Dieu Lui-même, Jésus les commandait juste de sortir et aucun ne résistait à Sa parole. Il est le premier qui est sorti de Dieu, c'est pour celà après son incarnation sur terre il à été appelé comme le Fils de Dieu

Marc, 1:1 - Commencement de l`Évangile de Jésus Christ, Fils de Dieu.

Après son ascension, c'est l'Esprit de vérité qui fût appelé le Saint-Esprit. Au temps de l'ancien testament, c'était l'Éternel, au temps du nouveau testament c'était Jésus-Christ, aujourd'hui c'est le temps du Saint-Esprit de remplir Sa mission, et de retourner à Jésus-Christ à l'enlèvement de l'Église qui aura lieu dans ce siècle.

C'est pour te dire, toi qui à cru en Jésus, tu as en cru en Dieu. Jésus est ton Dieu, il à toujours été avec Dieu, il vient de Dieu, Lui et le Père sont un seul, c'est pour celà l'Éternel l'a appelé Ô Dieu

Hébreux, 1:8 - Mais il a dit au Fils: Ton trône, Ô DIEU est éternel; Le sceptre de ton règne est un sceptre d`équité;

Dieu Lui-même appelle le Fils; Dieu, parce que l'Éternel sait que Jésus est Dieu, Il sait que Lui et Jésus sont là même personne, et c'est pour celà quand Jésus était sur terre, il n'a jamais péché, pourquoi ? Parce qu'il était le Créateur, il ne s'est pas non plus marié, parce que c'est Lui qui avait créé ces femmes, il à appelé Moïse et Élie, et Moïse et Élie savaient bien que c'était Jésus le Dieu qui les parlaient dans l'ancien testament.

*Qui Est Véritablement Jésus Christ*

Jésus celui qui est le seul Dieu vivant, celui qui est le Père ( Esaïe, 9:5, Jean, 10:30, Jean, 14:11), qui est le Fils ( Marc, 1:1, Matthieu, 16:16), celui qui est le Saint-Esprit ( Philippiens, 1:19, Actes, 16:7), celui qui est l'Alpha et l'Oméga, le Premier et le dernier ( Apocalypse, 21:6), celui qui est, qui était et qui vient ( Apocalypse, 1:8), celui qui s'appelle Emmanuel ( Matthieu, 1:23), celui qui s'appelle Amen( Apocalypse, 3:14), celui qui a vaincu la mort, il vit pour les siècles des siècles ( Apocalypse, 1:18), celui qui est le Dieu véritable ( 1 Jean, 5:20-21), lui, Jésus de Nazareth qui est avec nous jusqu'à son avènement ( Matthieu, 28:20), qui nous aime beaucoup ( Jérémie, 33:3), Repentez-vous ! Repentez-vous car désormais il se tient a la porte( Apocalypse, 3:20), tout ce qu'ont fait il entend et il voit ( Hébreux, 4:13), fuyez la colère qui vient ( Matthieu, 3:7) et approchez vous de Lui.

_*Changez car le règne des cieux est proche ( Matthieu, 3:2, 4:17, Marc, 1:15)*_

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15 livros que foram destruídos pelos filmes

O senso comum afirma que o livro é sempre melhor que o filme. Isso está longe de ser uma verdade absoluta. Os filmes “Laranja Mecânica”, “O Poderoso Chefão”, “Clube da Luta”, “O Silêncio dos Inocentes” são muito superiores aos livros que os inspiraram.

O senso comum afirma que o livro é sempre melhor que o filme. Isso está longe de ser uma verdade absoluta. Os filmes “Laranja Mecânica”, “O Poderoso Chefão”, “Clube da Luta”, “O Silêncio dos Inocentes” são muito superiores aos livros que os inspiraram. “O Leopardo” e “O Senhor dos Anéis” são tão bons quanto os livros, mas temos que admitir que às vezes os produtores, diretores e elenco de algumas adaptações capricham para estragar a obra de referência. Pensando nisso a Revista Bula apresenta uma lista com 15 ocasiões em que o senso comum prevaleceu.

O Cão dos Baskervilles, de Arthur Conan Doyle

Um dos maiores mistérios do cinema é porque jamais conseguiram fazer uma boa adaptação da melhor história de Sherlock Holmes. Há versões no cinema mudo, há versões da década de 1950 e até mesmo adaptações modernas, mas nenhuma capturou a atmosfera de mistério e suspense do romance original.

Os Miseráveis, de Victor Hugo

Adaptar um super clássico da literatura é sempre uma tarefa muito difícil, mas pensando bem “Os Miseráveis” é basicamente um novelão, não apresenta dificuldades que, por exemplo, existem em “Moby Dick” e “O Nome da Rosa”. Pode ser comparado com “…E o Vento levou” que é também um novelão e o filme melhorou o livro original. Apesar de nenhuma adaptação deste romance ser realmente digna apenas uma cometeu o terrível erro de colocar Russell Crowe para cantar.

O Leão, a Feiticeira e o Guarda-Roupa, de C. S. Lewis

Com o sucesso da adaptação cinematográfica do clássico “O Senhor dos Anéis”, os estúdios de Hollywood começaram uma corrida para fazer adaptações de famosos livros de fantasias. O resultado foram produções apressadas, mal escritas e com cara de paródias como essa adaptação de C.S. Lewis. Só existe uma solução para ela: esconder dentro de um guarda-roupa.

O Hobbit, de J. R. R. Tolkien

Se “O Leão, a Feiticeira e o Guarda-roupa” foi ruim pelo menos tinha a desculpa de que era uma imitação barata. A trilogia de filmes adaptadas do romance infanto-juvenil “O Hobbit” foi dirigida pelo mesmo Peter Jackson que fez os filmes da saga “O “Senhor dos anéis. Literalmente estragou tudo. Além de ser uma imitação de si mesmo é mal escrito, mal dirigido, cheio de cenas idiotas e decisões equivocadas de adaptação. Foi salto alto? Acabou o talento? Pressão de produtores? Tudo isso junto? Jamais saberemos.

Memórias Póstumas de Brás Cubas, de Machado de Assis

Um dos maiores romances da literatura brasileira merecia um pouco de respeito. Até Woody Allen leu e reconheceu que é genial. Porém, no lugar de uma adaptação minimamente digna temos Reginaldo Faria se fazendo de bobo na tela por duas horas. Transformaram a ironia fina de Machado de Assis em uma imitação barata dos besteiróis de Guel Arraes.

Pergunte ao Pó, de John Fante

Os executivos de Hollywood devem ter o ingrediente secreto para estragar qualquer filme: escalar Colin Farrell para fazer qualquer papel na produção. Se for o protagonista é garantia de fracasso. Pelo menos temos a cena de Salma Hayek na praia para minimizar os danos. De resto, reduziram o livro a pó. Essa Coca-Cola é Fante.

O Guarani, de José de Alencar

José de Alencar ensinou o brasileiro a escrever romances. Alguém poderia ter ensinado Norma Bengell a fazer cinema. Imaginar Márcio Garcia como Peri só pode ser piada. Tem muito whey protein nessa tribo. Entre assistir esse filme e ouvir em looping por duas horas a abertura da Voz do Brasil ficamos com a segunda opção.

O Perfume, de Patrick Suskind

Alguma coisa não cheirava bem quando Patrick Suskind recusou vender os direitos de adaptação cinematográfica para o Stanley Kubrick. Poderia ter sido seu último filme, poderia ter sido uma obra-prima. No lugar disso tivemos uma adaptação que só não dizemos que não cheira e nem fede porque é levemente fedidinha.

Ensaio Sobre a Cegueira, de José Saramago

José Saramago chorou quando assistiu a adaptação cinematográfica de seu romance ao lado do diretor do filme. Disse que gostou muito. Gentileza do bom velhinho. Um cineasta talentoso como Fernando Meirelles devia estar sofrendo de cegueira psicológica para ter conseguido deixar o filme tão mal-acabado, igualzinho o personagem interpretado por Woody Allen em “Dirigindo no Escuro”.

Dom Quixote, de Miguel de Cervantes

Existem muitas adaptações e ao mesmo tempo nenhuma adaptação cinematográfica de Dom Quixote. Sempre inventam uma forma de recortar a história ou contá-la de maneira simbólica. Prova disso é que a única adaptação em que as pessoas se lembram foi a feita por Orson Welles, que nem chegou a terminar. Mesmo sendo um gênio do cinema, Welles nem sempre acertou. Muitas vezes lutava contra moinhos de vento e entregava produtos inacabados, exatamente como é o caso deste filme. Quem mandou ter sido concebido no Brasil?

Grande Sertão: Veredas, de Guimarães Rosa

Pense em um livro perfeito para criar um épico cinematográfico com todos os ingredientes necessários: personagens fortes, ação, romance, suspense, mistério, terror, discussões filosóficas e muito mais. Agora pense em uma adaptação cinematográfica que ignorou tudo isso e só quis fazer uma imitação do filme “O Cangaceiro”. O pior de tudo é que entregou no meio do filme o maior mistério do romance, que só é revelado ao leitor nas últimas páginas. É triste pensar que Guimarães Rosa estava vivo quando o filme foi lançado. Fique com a ótima série de TV, em que a única dificuldade é tentar convencer o espectador de que Bruna Lombardi é um travesti.

O Tronco, de Bernardo Élis

Bernardo Élis é um dos nossos principais expoentes do realismo socialista literário. Imagine ele assistindo a um filme adaptado de seu romance em que a população de um vilarejo dança catira no terrão da praça enquanto um batalhão militar está chegando. É muita vontade de mostrar a cultura local. Não tem suspensão de descrença que aguente.

O Amor nos Tempos do Cólera, de Gabriel Garcia Márquez

Tinha tudo para dar certo: uma grande história de um grande autor, Javier Bardem como protagonista, Fernanda Montenegro fazendo uma ponta, produção hollywoodiana. Mas o coquetel desandou e no lugar de uma reflexão sobre a imortalidade do amor temos um melodrama chato que desperdiça todo potencial da história e do elenco, que entrega interpretações canastronas. Os responsáveis por isso merecem ser condenados a cem anos de solidão.

O Código Da Vinci, de Dan Brown

O romance “O Código Da Vinci” foi levado a sério demais. Atribuíram a ele a revelação de segredos milenares. Nada disso, é apenas uma história policial de mistério e suspense, escrita de modo rápido e intrigante, que captura o leitor. O filme, com o mesmo enredo, é monótono, lento, desinteressante e sonolento. Mas nada pior do que a escalação de Tom Hanks para interpretar uma espécie de Indiana Jones com relógio de Mickey Mouse.

O Caçador de Pipas, de Khaled Hosseini

O romance “O Caçador de Pipas” pode ser classificado como um desses best-sellers programados para comover o leitor e fazê-lo se sentir inteligente, a exemplo de “A Caverna” ou “Quando Nietzsche Chorou”. Apesar do estilo frágil e pouco elaborado é possível sentir honestidade no autor. O filme transformou essas características em mero exercício hollywoodiano de empatia politicamente correta. Não assista, melhor ir empinar pipas.

15 livros que foram destruídos pelos filmes publicado primeiro em https://www.revistabula.com

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Prosa regionalista:

  O romance regionalista é um gênero da prosa romântica tipicamente brasileiro, completamente original. Isso se deve ao fato de não ter inspiração em modelos europeus, já que os cenários e enredos são basicamente inspirados em paisagens, costumes, valores e comportamentos típicos de pequenos proprietários de regiões brasileiras.    

    Temos alguns exemplos de obras religionalistas representadas por Mário Palmério (Vila dos confins, Chapadão do bugre), Bernardo Élis (O tronco), José Cândido de Carvalho (O coronel e o lobisomem), entre outros;

Prosa regionalista - O coronel e o lobisomem

- Pamela Juliana Dias

- Imagem: https://produto.mercadolivre.com.br/MLB-1216984956-livro-o-coronel-e-o-lobisomem-jose-cndido-de-carvalho-_J

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Deadpool (2016)

Deadpool a 2016-os Amerikai szuperhős-film a Marvel Comics karakter ugyanezt a nevet viseli, terjeszti a 20th Century Fox. A nyolcadik részlet az X-Men-film, sorozat, az első önálló Deadpool film. Rendezte: Tim Miller a forgatókönyv által Rhett Reese, Paul Wernick, a film főszereplője, Ryan Reynolds a cím szerepe mellett Morena Baccarin, Ed Skrein, T. J. Miller, Gina Carano, Brianna Hildebrand. A film, Wade Wilson vadászik az ember, aki adott neki mutáns képességei, hanem egy sebhelyes fizikai megjelenése, mint a antihero Deadpool.

Fejlesztés egy Deadpool film főszereplője Reynolds februárjában kezdődött 2004-ben, mielőtt elment játszani a karaktert, az X-Men Origins: Wolverine, 2009-ben. Reese pedig Wernick vettek fel, 2010-ben dolgozott a Reynolds több hűen alkalmazkodik a karakter (beleértve a negyedik fal törés) után ábrázolása Rozsomák kritizálták, hogy nem. Molnár bérelte fel, 2011-ben a rendezői bemutatkozása, egy lelkes válasz, hogy kiszivárgott a teszt felvétele teremtett a Reynolds vezetett egy zöld fény a Fox 2014-ben. További casting elején kezdődött, 2015, valamint a forgatás zajlott Vancouver Március-Május. Vizuális hatások által biztosított több kereskedők, illetve a között mozgott a kiegészítéssel, mert a vér a teremtés, a CG karakter Kolosszus.

Deadpool megjelent az Egyesült Államokban február 12, 2016 után rendhagyó vírus marketing kampány. A film lett mind a pénzügyi, mind a kritikus siker. Ez szerzett több mint $783 millió ellen egy 58 milliós költségvetés, tört számos nyilvántartás lett az általános legnagyobb bevételt hozó korhatáros film, a legnagyobb bevételt hozó X-Men-film, a kilencedik legnagyobb bevételt hozó film 2016. Deadpool kapott kritikus dicséretet Reynolds teljesítményét, a film stílusa, hűség, hogy a képregények, a cselekvési, bár néhány bírálta a telek, mint a sablonos, valamint a puszta száma viccek a film. Emellett számos díjat kapott, jelölések, köztük két Kritikusok' Choice Díjat nyert két Golden Globe-jelölést. Egy folytatást, Deadpool 2, megjelent Május 2018-ig.

Filmelőzetes

Wade Wilson elbocsátották különleges erők operatív munka, mint egy zsoldos, amikor találkozik prostituált Vanessa. Lesznek romantikus kapcsolatban, majd egy évvel később ő is elfogadja, a házasság javaslatot; azonban, miután Wilson diagnosztizált terminál rák, elmegy Vanessa figyelmeztetés nélkül tehát nem az lesz, hogy meghaljon.

Egy titokzatos toborzó megközelítések Wilson, mely egy kísérleti gyógyítja a rákot. Azt venni, hogy az Ajax, angyalpor, aki beadni neki egy szérum célja, hogy felébressze látens mutáns gének. Aztán témát neki, hogy nappal a kínzás, hogy rábírja a stressz kiváltó bármilyen mutáció Wade lehet, de sikertelenül. Amikor Wilson felfedezi Ajax igazi neve, Francis, kigúnyolja őt, Ajax levelek Wilson a hiperbárikus kamra, hogy vesz neki, hogy a közeljövőben a fulladás rendszeresen egy-egy hétvégén. Végre aktivál egy emberfeletti gyógyító képességét, ami meggyógyítja a rákot, de nem hagyja őt súlyosan eltorzult a burn-mint hegek át az egész testét. Megszökik a kamara, illetve a támadások Ajax, de relents, amikor azt mondták, hogy az elváltozásokat gyógyítható. Ajax alárendeli magát Wilson, majd hagyja, hogy meghaljon az égő laboratóriumi.

Wilson éli túl keresi Vanessa, de nem fedi fel, hogy életben van, mert fél, hogyan fog reagálni az új megjelenés. Folytatott konzultációt követően, a legjobb barátja Menyét, Wilson úgy dönt, hogy levadásszák az Ajax a gyógymódot. Ő lesz az álarcos igazságosztó, elfogadása, a neve "Deadpool" (a Menyét veszi őt egy halott medence), beköltözik az otthonában egy idős vak nő, akit Al. Deadpool kérdést, gyilkosságok sok Ajax embereit, amíg egy, a toborzó, kiderül, Ajax hollétéről. Deadpool elfogja az Ajax pedig egy konvoj fegyveres férfi egy autópálya, megöl mindenkit, de az Ajax. Követeli a gyógymódot, de megszakítja az X-Man Kolosszus, valamint a gyakornok Negasonic Tini Robbanófej. Kolosszus akar Deadpool, hogy javít a módját, csatlakozzon az X-Men. Kihasználva a kavarodást, Ajax menekül. Megy Menyét bárban, majd megtudja, hogy Vanessa.

Ajax elrabolja Vanessa, elviszi egy használaton kívüli repülőgép-anyahajó egy roncstelepre. Deadpool meggyőzi Kolosszus, Negasonic, hogy segítsen neki, de ők battle Angel Dust, valamint több, katonák, miközben Deadpool verekedés az utat, hogy az Ajax. A csata alatt, Negasonic véletlenül elpusztítja a berendezés stabilizálódik a repülőgép-anyahajó. Deadpool védi Vanessa a csökkenő hajó, míg a Kolosszus hordozza Negasonic, angyalpor, hogy biztonsági. Ajax támadások Deadpool újra, de legyőzte. Azt mutatja, hogy nincs gyógymód, annak ellenére, hogy Kolosszus beadványában, Deadpool öl Ajax. Deadpool ígéri, hogy megpróbál több hősies halad előre. Bár Vanessa dühös Wilson elhagyja őt, ő pedig kibékül vele.

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᯽ mr. loverman • chuuya nakahara

synopsis • you have a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day and to top it off you can’t even go to the one person you’d want to since he’s out of town. or, at least, you thought so.

warnings • intentional lower case, reader has a nightmare of a roommate, cursing, the use of the pet names doll/baby, chuuya being the gossip he is, fem!reader, nsfw, oral (m -> f), nipple/breast play, some nasty shit is said, masturbation (m), fingering, teasing, slight overstim, idk this is some depraved shit honestly

wc • 4k

a/n • i started this when i was having the worst day ever and just wanted boyfriend chuuya :( i cannot be blamed for the smut idk who wrote that but it wasn’t me

you want to scream — to be more accurate you want to off someone, yourself or someone else, either would suffice. unfortunately you stick to screaming, it would cause you less issues. you lift one of the many pillows on your bed and promptly screech your throat raw into the expensive pillow. your head feels as though it’s going to explode just thinking about how your day has gone.

you thought february 29th was supposed to be a lucky day? an extra day in a leap year meant luck, didn’t it? well in your case it didn’t feel very lucky. not at all, actually. in fact you were sure today was a curse. you woke up late, so, your day was off to a bad start from the beginning. your roommate forgot to pay the electricity bill, again, so you had to take a cold shower and couldn’t even make coffee. you stopped at your favorite coffee shop and not only did they get your order wrong but someone bumped into you on your rush to the train station. there was coffee everywhere. every. where.

thanks to the coffee spill you missed your morning train. which normally wouldn’t be a huge deal, except for the fact that you had an early staff meeting. you try to text your coworker that you were running behind but because your roommate forgot to put the payment in for electricity, your phone didn’t charge and died. you don’t even get your message out. you wanted to cry. luckily the train was early and you made it to work just in time.

you thought maybe you had seen the worst of it. your karma surely couldn’t be that bad, right?

wrong.

you work as a nurse in cardiology. you had not one, not two, but three people code on you. it always came in threes. three emergency services calls. three rounds of performing cpr. three separate incident reports to type out. you were exhausted by the end of the day.

you almost cried again when your favorite coworker offers you a ride home. he was a saint in disguise and you told him so. a literal gift from heaven. you promise him a homemade lunch in return and he waves you off as you climb out of the car. when you get to your apartment you’re pleasantly surprised to see your roommate cleaning. a rare occasion.

the electricity is back on too so you take the opportunity to enjoy a relaxing bath and some wine. you thought, once again, maybe the worst was over.

wrong. again.

when you got out of the bathroom you thought you vaguely heard chatter but chalked it up to a show your roommate was probably watching. you change into a t-shirt, skipping a bra because it’s just you and your roommate at home, and a pair of sleeping shorts that barely cover anything. when you walk out with your headphones on you’re stunned to see 3 strangers in your home.

your roommate looks at you like you’re the crazy one. like she isn’t the one that didn’t warn you about the company. you double check then triple check your phone. nope, not a single text for warning. you awkwardly wave and consider digging a hole and living in it when she introduces one of the strangers as her new boyfriend. in that moment you want to perish, cease from existing altogether.

you don’t even get a chance to grab your food before you’re making a half assed excuse to step away and run back to your room.

you’re now laying on your bed, letting tears of frustration stream down your face. you can’t even call the one person who would make it all better. your boyfriend was away for a business trip. you didn’t want to accidentally interrupt something important. you knew he would drop everything

your boyfriend also has this freaky 6th sense, like he can always tell when you’re thinking of him. so, you’re not surprised when your phone begins to ring and you’re met with his contact photo. you let out a sigh and pick up.

“chuuya…” you breathe out. you sound terrible, you know you do, but you can’t bring yourself to even care to mask it.

you can hear vague rustling in the background before chuuya is speaking. “you don’t sound okay. what’s wrong?”

you start crying again. how does he do that? he always seems to know when you need him most. right now was definitely one of those times. you wish he could actually be there. you missed his warm and safe embrace.

“i’m not. i had a really shitty day and i feel so ridiculous about how much it’s getting to me…” you let out a humorless laugh at how pathetic you feel saying that out loud. you’re throwing a fit over a bad day. who does that?

and all you wanted was for chuuya to be here. but you couldn’t tell him that, if you did he would dismiss everything and come running. then you would feel bad about coming between him and his work. you let out a frustrated sigh.

you can practically hear the frown on chuuya’s face when he speaks. “you wanna tell me ‘bout it? i’ll listen. or is there something else i can do to make you feel better?”

you don’t deserve him. you think to yourself.

moments like this make you really think about how chuuya deserves way more than what you can give him. you go days at a time without talking to him because of school and work. you lock yourself in your room and ignore the world outside just to keep up with your school work. you know it’s unfair to chuuya even if you always do give him a warning. he is always incredibly understanding over it that you almost cry out of guilt. he even brings you meals and hydration packs to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.

things like this remind you just how selfish you can be when it comes to him. all you want is him. but are you allowed to even feel like that when he’s away for work — a good reason by the way, much better than your own. he never complains when you need space so why would you? to you the answer is simple, you won’t complain.

of course, chuuya sees it differently. he knows that if you didn’t have to cut everyone off to focus on your work you wouldn’t. but your mind doesn’t work like that and he gets it. does he miss you when you have to take a break from reality? absolutely, but he doesn’t complain because he already knows how bad you feel about it.

so instead of saying ‘yes, i need you’ like you want to you let out another sigh. “how much work do you have left today?”

”funny you ask me that, doll. i finished everything early today.” chuuya chuckles when he can practically see the way you perk up.

you still hesitate when you ask, “does that mean you're coming back to yokohama early?”

the port mafia executive smiles widely at just how adorable he finds you. the way you still get so shy to ask him things that should be a given. chuuya adores you and couldn’t imagine spending his now free time with anyone other than you. so, of course he took the opportunity to get back as soon as possible. apparently his timing was impeccable because from the sound of it, you could use a break.

chuuya was already on his way to your apartment. it was supposed to be a surprise, but he figures since he’s already almost there…

“why don’t you pack a bag and come down to find out for yourself, hm?” he lets out another chuckle when your excited squeal finds it’s way onto his side of the phone.

you quickly grab your small duffle and stuff some essentials into it. you have a drawer at chuuyas jam packed with clothing already and a whole second set of your favorite hygiene products so you only need to grab a few things. you pack your laptop and a couple articles of your comfier clothing. you change quickly, stuffing your legs into some jeans and actually putting on a bra underneath your t-shirt.

you grab your phone where chuuya is still on the line. “okay, all packed. should i come down now?”

“yeah, your surprise should be there any minute.” chuuya pulls up to the front of your building as he says those words and can’t help the pleased smile on his face.

you chuckle and shake your head. “my surprise, huh wonder what it could-“ you’re cut off when your roommate calls out your name questioningly in your rush to get out of the door. your eye twitches when you’re reminded of the randoms in your apartment but put on a smile anyways. “it was so nice meeting you guys, sorry i can’t stay but my boyfriend came back into town early so i’m gonna go see him. bye.”

you don’t miss the way your roommate perks up at the mention of chuuya. “oh? chuuya is here? you should invite him up. i would love to see him.

“i’m sure you would. he’s tired though. maybe some other time.” you grit your teeth and smile sweetly. you don’t wait for a response as you practically run out the door and lock it behind you.

you huff and then remember chuuya is on the other side of the phone still, you grimace realizing he heard the whole thing. “sorry…”

“didn’t know i was so tired.” chuuya laughs as you let out a groan.

you catch the elevator before the doors close from someone just getting out and stab at the button to the ground floor. “i’m tired of their shit, therefore, you’re tired too. plus did you really wanna sit through another awkward meal where my roommate dotes on you. god and her new boyfriend was there. can you imagine how uncomfortable that would be? gross. i don’t wanna think about it anymore.”

“someone’s actually insane enough to agree to date her? condolences to whoever that guy is.” chuuya’s voice drips with genuine surprise.

you let out a giggle at how scandalized your boyfriend sounds. “you’re telling me she doesn’t pique your interest, sunshine?”

he chuckles and you can practically hear the eye roll from his end of the line. “nah, my girl is the only one for me.”

you’re walking out of the elevator when you stop in your tracks for a moment. it doesn’t matter how long you’ve been with him, when chuuya calls you his girl it makes you melt. your brain malfunctions a little and it makes you really think about how you truly are all his.

without hesitation you breathe out an “i love you.” before moving forward to the entrance of your building.

“i love you.” it’s instantaneous, his answer.

chuuya never has to think twice about telling you how much he adores you. he is immutably in love with you. there was no doubt in his mind and, even though it took some time for you to believe so, there was no longer a single doubt in your mind either. chuuya had made certain that you would never question it.

you make it to the entrance. the moment you open the door you’re welcomed with the sight of chuuya leaning against his car. his phone is still up to his ear as his grin widens upon seeing you.

you drop your hand and phone from your ear and hang up before rushing over to the ginger. you drop your duffle bag near the car before jumping into the executive's arms. he was anticipating the impact and caught you with ease.

the bicolor eyed man holds you tightly and you bury your face in his neck. his soft hair tickles your face but you couldn’t care less. you take in a deep breath and his scent envelopes you and all the tension your body had been previously holding completely dissipates.

your voice is muffled when you say, “i missed you, so much.”

“i missed you too.”

you both stand there in each other’s arms for a few more seconds before chuuya sets you down. he grabs your bag from the ground and opens the passenger door for you. you thank him and climb in. your boyfriend wastes no time placing your bag on the backseat and slipping into the drivers side.

the ginger takes you to your favorite take out restaurant and you order all of your favorites. when you get back to his penthouse you set up his couch into a lounge bed and get ready to watch one of your favorite movies. while you’re doing that, chuuya is pouring you both a glass of wine.

you’re happily munching on your food and sipping on your wine when chuuya hits you with. “you should move in.”

your head snaps back to look up at him, your brow is furrowed and you give him a confused look. “we haven’t talked about it before. are you being serious right now?”

“completely.” he doesn’t even look at you, his tone so nonchalant and you’re just gaping at him.

you set your drink and food aside and shift off of chuuya. he’s about to complain until you sit yourself on his lap straddling his waist and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. you pluck the remote from his hand and turn over your shoulder to pause the movie. you wanted to make sure you had his undivided attention (you always did).

you study him for a moment before responding. “are you sure?”

“yes. i have 2 extra rooms that aren’t being used. we don’t have to share a bedroom yet and you would still have a separate office space. c’mon, doll, let me get you out of that nightmare of an apartment.” chuuya reaches up and tucks a stray hair behind your ear.

he did that on purpose. you know he did. the way he caresses your face with his always surprisingly soft fingers is unfair. he knows how distracting it is to you.

you try to process what he says but it takes you quite a bit longer than it should have but it doesn’t take you long to make your decision. “…okay.” it comes out whispered.

“okay?” chuuya asks you incredulously like he was actually expecting you to reject his offer.

you nod your head with a blush creeping up your face. “yes, okay. i’ll move in with you.

chuuya can’t help himself and presses his hands across your back to bring you into him. his lips crash into yours and you share a moment of pure bliss. his lips meld perfectly with yours. he tastes of peppermint and grapes. the taste increases as his tongue slips past your lips and tangles with your own. you let out a short gasp at the sudden intrusion but melt into him anyways.

you both stay like that for a few minutes. your hips begin to stutter on their own. your breaths and gasps and quiet moans fill the atmosphere. chuuya’s hands have found their way under your shirt and he’s already playing with the band of your bra. his fingers expertly undo the clasps and hands glide across your now naked back.

your lungs scream at you. you want more of him but you have to oblige your body’s need for air. you part from his lips and rest your forehead on his own, breath mixing together as you both pant for air.

chuuya only gives you a moment, hips still moving into his when he grabs at your hair and gently pulls your head back so he can trail kisses down your neck. it takes all of his self control to not bite your soft skin. per your request, he’s always careful not to leave marks on areas that would be visible in your scrubs. this is the one instance where his need to please you outweighs his need to be possessive.

if chuuya had it his way, he would make everyone aware of just how much you are his. for your sake, though, he reigns in that side of himself. he supposes he’ll just have to show the world you’re his in different ways. like in the form of a key, and in the form of a ring he has stashed away in the far corners of his closet, and maybe even some day in the form of his child.

chuuya’s brought back to reality by the sound of your voice. he hadn’t even realized that your positions had switched. you were panting underneath him, face flushed, and — fuck — you look so gorgeous like this. you were always beautiful. but having you like this, something only he got to see always made something primal in him stir.

you huff and grab ahold of the ginger’s face. his mind was obviously elsewhere. “chuuya. listen to me. what are you doing?”

chuuya’s eyes, which had glazed over, somewhat clear from the fog. he smiles at you as he lowers himself further down your body and lifts your shirt to press kisses to your stomach. you let out a whine, ready to complain about him still not listening.

“relax, baby, i’m helping you relieve some stress.” chuuya draws soothing circles into your skin then, without waiting for your response his hands travel to your pajama pants to untie them.

your hand shoots out to stop him, still panting and slightly dazed. “what about you?”

“don’t worry about me. i can take care of myself while i take care of you.” he says it so unabashedly you can’t bring yourself to question him.

then your head starts spinning. the thought of him touching himself while taking care of you is so incredibly hot it ignites your entire body on fire. there’s no longer a single thought in your head that doesn’t involve chuuya’s mouth, his lips, his tongue, his hands, his fingers. you need it all.

you reach out and card your fingers through the gravity manipulator’s silky hair. he hums at the action and takes it as his sign to continue. his fingers work quickly, undoing the ribbon and hooking around both the elastic of the pants and your panties. his movements are so fluid and fast you can hardly keep up. your bottom half is completely bare but he’s not satisfied there.

his hand slides up underneath your shirt and through the valley of your breasts. he watches intently as your shirt slowly rides up to expose your breasts. his fingers ghost over each mound briefly before they’re sliding down your body again and gripping at your thighs, holding them open.

“so damn pretty.” chuuya hums and his eyes flit up to gaze up at your flushed face. “do me a favor, baby? play with those perfect tits of yours for me, won’t you?”

his voice is sickly sweet and smooth like honey. you’re so enamored by the sound that you almost don’t hear him. his expectant look is what starts up the wheels in your head to turn. his words process and your hands move on their own accord. you start kneading at your chest while maintaining eye contact with his bicolored eyes.

chuuya groans. “god, doll. look at you. playin’ with yourself like that. ‘s sexy as hell- you’re sexy as hell.”

“chuuya…” you let out a whine. your patience thinning by the second as you wiggle your ass for any chance at friction.

your boyfriend lets out a chuckle. “okay, okay. think i’ve made you wait long enough, hm? deserve a reward for all the hell you were put through today.”

chuuya, once again, doesn’t give you a chance to answer before he’s dipping his head down to get face to face with your already slick cunt. his tongue is quick as he runs it up and down your folds. you feel him sigh in relief against you, like this is the first meal he’s had in days. it might as well be with how much he craved you when he was away.

although, he was focused on you — focused on making this all about you — chuuya knows if he doesn’t make good on his word of relieving himself you’ll never let him hear the end of it. who is he to deny himself the added pleasure when you’re demanding it of him. so, chuuya lets go of one of your thighs to fumble with his belt and free his strained cock from its confines.

you vaguely watch his arm move. your attention wavering as his lips wrap around your clit and he sucks. your back arches and hands squeeze at your breasts in surprise as you moan out his name.

chuuya smirks, absolutely pleased by the reactions he elicits from you. his hand that freed his cock moves to collect some of the wetness that’s steadily dripping out of you. once he’s satisfied with the amount he lowers his hand and uses your slick as lube to touch himself.

you try to comment on it but your mouth isn’t working right. the only thing that comes out is, “chuuya~ so good. ‘s so- fuck- so good…”

chuuya groans, clearly enjoying this as much as you are. his hips start to stutter as he lets go of your other thigh to gather more of your juices in that hand. his mouth it still making expert work of your clit while his fingers are closing in on your entrance. he teases you a little, circling the hole a few times before slowly pushing in two of his lithe fingers.

your head is thrown back as a slew of cursed moans falls from your lips. this time chuuya lets out a moan of his own when he feels your walls fluttering around his fingers already. his hand being used on himself starts pumping faster, his cheeks hollowing more frequently and fingers start sliding in and out of you at an alarming rate.

he’s close, you realize. he’s close and wants you to cum before him. you aid him in his endeavor by rolling your nipples between your fingers then squeezing slightly to pinch them. the added sensation makes your whole body twitch.

“f-fuck, fuck, fuck. chuuya, gonna cum~ ‘s too much. gonna-“ a euphoric wave crashes over you and you let out an embarrassing squeal like moan as your vision spots and ears rings.

chuuya’s slurps while lapping up at your orgasm are insanely lewd and the noise alone is enough to send him crashing as well. what really does him in is the sight before him. your eyes rolling back into your head and mouth hanging open. he moans deeply, from his chest, and spills into his hand. he pumps himself a few more times until he’s twitching from the overstimulation.

chuuya laps up every last drop your cunt has to offer while you come down from that amazing high and catch your breath. when he’s happy with his clean up he rests his cheek on your thigh. you prop yourself up to look at him. he looks so angelic, hair slightly tousled from your fingers running through it earlier, face glistening from your juices and face flushed. chuuya smiles at you then turns his head to leave sweet kisses on your inner thigh.

you let your head hang back before groaning. he was going to be the death of you. you knew he wasn’t finished with you by a long shot.

“we have plenty of time to do this when i move in.” you whine.

chuuya lets out an elated laugh. “so, when are we moving you in? tomorrow?”

you let out a genuinely amused laugh, shaking your head at his eagerness.

#chuuya x reader #chuuya smut #bsd x reader #bsd smut #bungo stray dogs x reader #chuuya x you #bsd x you #bungo stray dogs x you #chuuya x fem!reader #bsd x fem!reader #bungo stray dogs x fem!reader #bsd chuuya #᯽. banners/dividers made by @/cafekitsune #᯽. éli originals

[nakahras]

᯽ they forget valentine’s day • multi

synopsis • dazai is an oblivious and dramatic fool. chuuya is a wounded puppy that needs to relax

warnings • dazai (he needs his own warning yes), i’m not sure this even has cursing, anxiety, alcohol, drunk chuuya bc he’s a lightweight, reader is a civilian, fem!reader

wc • 2.8k

a/n • happy valentine’s day, lil birdies <3

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dazai:

you’d been pouty all week. giving him short responses both verbally and through texts. on day 3 he plucked up the courage to ask but you were short with him once again.

“i’m fine, osamu.”

you were lying to him. you never called him by his full first name, never called him “osamu.” it was always “‘samu” or “baby.” he tried his best to get it out of you a couple more times that day before letting out a huff of defeat at his desk. he was usually able to avoid his paperwork by distracting you but this week has been excruciating for him. you were “too busy” with paperwork. when had you ever been too busy for dazai? it just didn’t make sense.

you were lying and he knew you were.

on day 4, you were both dispatched on a mission together. it was just a standard patrol. something you have done a million times before and usually use it as an excuse to goof off and make a date out of it. this time, however, you apparently took it very seriously. you wouldn’t even let dazai hold your hand. dazai was wounded at this point. his chest felt heavy in the worst way possible.

even worse you started referring to him as dazai. he thinks he would prefer osamu over dazai.

“bella, why are you treating me like a mere colleague. i’m your boyfriend. shouldn’t i be able to hold your hand?”

he’s pouting, you can hear it in his voice but you refuse to acknowledge it. “we’re on assignment, dazai.”

“‘samu. ‘s ‘samu, not dazai. what did i do to deserve this injustice?” the pressure in his chest grows as you continue to look forward, straight faced.

you let out a sigh. “if you don’t know what you did -- or didn’t do -- i don’t know what to tell you.”

dazai spends the rest of that assignment wracking his head over things he specifically avoided doing.

on day 5 he started to actually sweat a little bit because of your increasing mistreatment of him. was this how you were ending things with him? he couldn’t for the life of him think of anything he had done wrong, or hadn’t done at all, as of late. he had been on especially good behavior recently. so the only conclusion he could rationally (read: irrationally) come to was that you were sick of him. you couldn’t stand him anymore. you hated him. that was the only possible explanation.

it wasn’t.

on day 6 dazai had lost all hope. he spent his whole day at his desk staring at the ceiling. he was moping and he was aware of it. the whole office was aware of it but no one was indulging him and that was part of the problem. it’s as if everyone was in on it with you. they all knew but no one would give him a hint. traitors. every single one of them were traitors. even his usually sweet protege, atsushi refused to stare dazai in the eye. that’s how he knew they were all keeping it from him.

dazai wholeheartedly believed they were all plotting on his demise.

finally ranpo came to dazai day 7 with a bag full of…heart themed treats? what was he supposed to-- oh. OH!? how could he have missed that it was mid february. he was meant to ask you to be his valentine and now it was day of and he didn’t even have any plans. he didn’t like the idea of ranpo having to bail him out. once he’s connected the dots, dazai bolts straight up. his chair crashing to the floor with a loud thud. he startles everyone in the office, even you look up in shock. he doesn’t say anything just rushes out leaving everyone, especially you, utterly confused.

he comes back an hour later with the biggest stuffed teddy you had ever laid your eyes on and the most gorgeous bouquet of 2 dozen roses. you’re not even sure where dazai got the money to buy them? you desperately hope he didn’t manage to steal them. he struggles his way over to you and gives you his big pleading puppy dog eyes that he knows works every time.

“i’m such a fool! my belladonna, i’ve failed you and i deserve to be shot where i stand. if you were to deny me i would completely understand,” no he wouldn’t. “but would you please be my valentine?”

you try to stay stern with him but you can feel yourself melting under his big brown eyed gaze. you’re conflicted and it shows on your face. “’samu…”

thank god for yosano walking in at that very moment. she is your savior for the second time this week. she looks at dazai incredulously and then just starts crackling. everyone looks at her confused. once she’s composed herself enough, she looks to you.

“please, tell me i get to be the one to break the news to him.” dazai’s brow furrows in confusion as he looks back at you for an answer.

you nod your head and smile relieved. “i haven’t told him yet….”

“told me what? what am i missing? why are you two being so cryptic?” dazai is whining now. he’s only slightly nervous that you have yet to give him a response, surely you won’t say no to him, right?

wrong.

“this sweet little angel agreed to be my valentine yesterday.” yosano announces proudly while wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

it’s comical, the way dazai’s jaw drops. he let’s out a dramatic gasp. “yosano i thought we were friends. you would steal my bella just like that?!”

“chicks before dicks, dazai. you slept on my pretty angel for too long.”

dazai tries so hard to be appalled but the shrill and scandalized “yosano” kunikida yelps out makes dazai lose his composure. the brunette takes opportunity in yosano and kunikida bickering to pull you aside. he gives you an earnest look, one so rare that you forget to breathe for a moment.

“are you really going to continue to be yosano’s valentine and not mine?”

curse his shining burnt caramel colored eyes. curse his pathetic shaggy haircut that made his waves frame his face so beautifully. and last of all curse those pouty and perfectly pink lips of his that you’ve denied yourself of for a week now. you want to curse him. you really do. but he is so pretty and you’re so weak to a pretty face.

your fold under his gaze and huff in defeat. he lights up like the radiant star he is. you missed his light, it had been dull the last 7 days. you pout as he brings you into his arms. “thank you for giving me another chance, my bella. i promise to make it up to you.”

“you better, ‘samu.”

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chuuya:

chuuya always worked extra hours. it was normal for him to overwork himself. but lately he felt as though his workload had doubled. he could only delegate so much before he started to feel bad about not doing the work himself. even the paperwork started piling up. after a long 4 days of sleepless nights chuuya has finally managed to clear out every stack of papers that were littering his office.

as if she had a sixth sense for knowing when chuuya was done with his work, kouyou walked in at the most opportune time. “a little birdy told me that you’d finally finished your work. how about we go for drinks to celebrate. it’s still early enough. my little sister should still be in her night class, right? she wouldn’t mind if i stole you for an hour or two, would she?”

“a drink?” chuuya can’t deny that a nice glass of vintage sounds heavenly right now. he hasn’t seen you in 4 days and although he wants nothing more than to hold you in his arms, he has to respect that you’re currently occupied by the one night class you have a week. kouyou was right, you wouldn’t be out until 9pm. it was only a handful of minutes before 7pm.

chuuya nods. “yeah, i could go for a drink.”

he found himself in one of the private rooms of one of the many restaurants kouyou owns. as promised he is sipping at his second glass of wine, heat is starting to settle in his stomach and he knows that soon enough, if he doesn’t pace himself, he’ll be feeling that heat in his head. it always made his mind foggy.

the conversation had lulled but it was a comfortable silence as they both picked at the appetizers kouyou had ordered for the two of them. kouyou takes a bite of and enoki beef roll and sighs in satisfaction. mid chew her eyes widen and she hums as if something just occurred to her. she hovers her hand in front of her mouth starts to chew quicker. a finger is held up by her other hand to indicate that it’ll just be a moment.

kouyou swallows her food intently and looks at chuuya excitedly. “what do you have planned tomorrow for my little sister?”

kouyou gives chuuya an excited smile and expectant look. the problem is…chuuya has no idea what kouyou is talking about. why would he plan something for tomorrow? panic starts to settle at the pit of his stomach. why would he have something planned for tomorrow? did he forget your birthday? anniversary? what even was the date?

kouyous smile drops as she watches visible panic flit across chuuya’s expression. she sighs, feeling a little sorry for bringing it up. she thought maybe chuuya had been working so hard to get everything finished to enjoy the day with you tomorrow. no, he was just being his usual self and overworking himself to exhaustion. evidently he had no idea what tomorrow was.

“chuuya, calm down. it’s only valentine’s day. she’s forgiving. i’m sure she won’t hold it against you if you forget one valentine’s day. even so, you still have time. i’ll make reservations for dinner for you two at my nicest restaurant, the one at the hotel in the business district. i’ll book you a suite to stay the night as well. on me.”

chuuya visibly relaxes but the look on his face is still one of worry. kouyou gives him another expectant look and chuuyas shoulders slump over. he looks like a wounded puppy. she could practically hear the whimpers.

“i didn’t ask her to be my valentine…” chuuya feels ridiculous saying it but he figures if anyone was going to understand it would be kouyou.

kouyou picks up the bottle of wine and tops off chuuya’s now empty wine glass. she doesn’t think he’s noticed in his panic how much he’s had to drink but she’s hoping a little more will relax him. she doesn’t expect him to finish the whole glass, maybe just another sip or two.

kouyou has never been so wrong in her life.

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you get let out early from your night class, something about needing to prepare for tomorrow? whatever that was supposed to mean. perhaps it was a special day for him?

as you’re walking up the stairs to your small apartment you look at the time: 8:23pm. you had expected to take the train home but one of your friends offered to give you a lift home. so you were home earlier than expected and you were so appreciative of it. it’s been a long week and you just want to relax.

you shot chuuya a text when you got out. you felt a little guilty for not being able to talk to him more the last 5 or so days. you’d been busy with starting up clinicals and of course having mock patient evaluations and notes due the same day. but you were finally settled and just so happened to have the next 2 days completely free.

you check your messages and see that the message is marked as read but chuuya never replied. you don’t have much time to worry about it though because the second you’re rounding the corner you see -- is that two? yes, it is. you see two familiar heads of ginger hair standing outside of your apartment door. your brows furrow as you get closer and notice your boyfriend is leaning on kouyou for support. his face is abnormally red; it's almost comical.

you clear your throat and kouyou looks up from struggling to keep her own balance. she gives you an apologetic smile. “sorry to dump him on you, sunshine, but he refused to go home after he got your text. i had no choice but to bring him here.”

chuuya seems to have enough consciousness to realize that kouyou is talking to someone. he finally looks up and squints at your for a moment before his eyes light up in recognition. he whispers your name under his breath and gets this adorably determined expression on his face. oh god, he and kouyou must have just came from having drinks. he’s surprisingly stable on his feet still, only stumbles over his feet twice before he’s standing in front of you, examining your face intently, as if he's looking for something that’s clearly not there.

“did kouyou feed you too much wine again, baby?” you let out a small giggle and chuuya swears he could cry over how much he missed you these last few days.

“...yeah. she did. drank too much wine. ‘was good though.” his sentences are short and words are slurred. you think if his speech wasn’t slightly broken, he would definitely be slurring more.

you peer over at kouyou and smile at her appreciatively. “thank you for getting him to me safely, kouyou. are you gonna be alright getting home?”

she waves her hand at you dismissively. “he insisted. i have my driver with me. you two lovebirds have a good night and enjoy your date tomorrow~”

just like that, kouyou leaves you confused. before you’re able to process her words and form a question she’s already made her way around the corner and out of sight. you look at chuuya for an answer instead. his eyebrows are furrowed and he’s examining your face once again. you begin to feel self conscious and pat at your face.

“what? what is it? also… what was kouyou talking about? what date? are you taking me somewhere tomorrow?” you know you might be asking too many questions for chuuya’s muddled brain right now but you’re far too confused to care.

chuuya huffs as if remembering something distasteful. his mouth turns down in a frown and he does something he rarely would sober. his hands find your waist and he pulls you into him with his ability. you make a small squeak of surprise as you practically crash into his chest. your palms placed o his chest to brace yourself. you notice chuuya is uncommonly stable for his state and chalk it up to his ability being activated. you’re correct of course, his body is illuminated by a red glow -- your’s is too.

before you have a chance to ask what in the hell was going on you’re distracted by chuuya’s hands slipping under your scrub top and circling your waist. your breath hitches at the intimate touch. his head drops to your shoulder and he breathes you in. the breath is immediately followed by a content sigh.

“‘m sorry. i forgot” it’s muffled but you still make it out.

you swallow thickly trying to ignore just how much his touch affects you. “you’re sorry about what? what did you forget?”

“didn’t ask you sooner…” you think maybe he’s lost his mind. it’s the only explanation you have for the nonsense he’s spewing.

you reach over to pry chuuya from your shoulder but it’s no use. you let out a defeated sigh. “ask me now.”

chuuya looks up at that. for the third time in the past ten minutes he’s examining your face. you’re no longer questioning it. you suppose it makes sense. it’s been almost a week since you last saw each other. you can’t deny that you missed him too.

“be my valentine?” you don’t think that you’re seen him this nervous since he asked you out.

your brows furrow for a moment until realization slaps you in the face. your mouth forms a circle as it hits you that today is the thirteenth of february. tomorrow is valentine’s day. guilt seeps into your very core. you had completely forgotten because of how busy with school you were.

you sigh and reach out to hold chuuya’s face. “only if you’re still willing to be mine too since i also forgot that tomorrow is valentine’s day.”

chuuya perks up, it’s akin to an excited puppy. you can’t help the way your heart melts at the sight of his soft expression. you giggle as chuuya brings you in and showers you in kisses. you can’t help but to think that all the hard work you put in and going days without seeing chuuya is all worth it when you finally reunite and get to see him again like this.

#dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #bsd x reader #dazai x you #chuuya x you #bsd x you #dazai osamu #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #chuuya x fem!reader #dazai x fem!reader #bsd x fem!reader #fem!reader #chuuya nakahara #bsd #bungo stray dogs #skk x reader #skk #᯽. éli originals

[nakahras]

᯽ fireworks • chuuya nakahara

synopsis • it’s the first time seeing chuuya after meursault. he left without a word and came back without a word. alternatively, the first time you tell chuuya you love him.

warnings • lower case is intentional, depictions of overstimulation/anxiety/panic attack, cursing, reader has an ability (description below), and fem!reader

wc • 2.8k

a/n • chuuya fluff my beloved <3

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ability • ravalry: allows its user to read the thoughts of someone through their emotions. the user can also push thoughts onto a target as well as emotions. this can cause the target to experience hallucinations both visual and auditory. it can also cause the target to feel certain emotions against their own will. the user, if not careful, can become overwhelmed by others’ thoughts and emotions themself.

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you watch as the night sky ignites into every color under the rainbow. the firework show from tonight’s festivities had been going on for almost 15 minutes now. almost all of the ada members had decided to participate. hell, even dazai caved and dressed in his best traditional clothes at the request - begging really - of atsushi. but even dazai’s participation couldn’t convince you to stay.

crowds had never agreed with you. they were noisy and it always felt suffocating. but there wasn’t a lack of effort, thanks to atsushi and dazai’s puppy dog eyes. it was comical considering those two boys are the most cat coded people you have ever met in your life. atsushi being a literal tiger at times. but unfortunately you only lasted a total of 67 minutes before your ability made everything extremely overwhelming.

even under fukuzawa’s “all men are created equal” you had a bad habit of subconsciously activating your ability and becoming far too overwhelmed by everyone else's thoughts to turn it off. dazai was able to stay back with you and use his own ability to calm you down. you were obviously grateful but you didn’t want to keep pulling him to you every time it happened.

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“do i get a reward for helping out my fellow ada member?” dazai’s voice was as light as ever, obviously he had been trying to make light of your situation.

this was the first time in a long time he had come out with everyone, the first time he came out since meursault, which was also a reminder that you still hadn’t heard from a certain gravity manipulator since arriving back in yokohama. you didn’t want to ruin the fun for everyone just because of your heightened emotions and constant loss of control. it wasn’t fair to anyone, most of all dazai.

you smiled meekly at the brunette. you could see it in the way his eyes dulled, that he’d already known what you were about to say, you said it anyway. “how about i reward you with the rest of the night off? i’m not cut out for these crowds. think i’m just gonna head to the empty pier and watch the fireworks from there.”

you started to back away but dazai persistently followed. “c’mon, you can’t possibly be upset over that shr-“

“dazai.” you’d promptly cut him off, not wanting to admit to yourself, let alone dazai that you were upset. especially considering the reason.

dazai throws his hands up in surrender with a wicked smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes — although, dazai’s smiles almost never did. you’re unamused and frankly tired, so your own mask had cracks in it. dazai, ever the observant, immediately drops the cheery facade and mumbles something under his breath.

something along the lines of, “that damn slug, ruining everything by running late…” you choose to ignore the cryptic way dazai says that and instead waved.

“tell everyone i said to have a good night.”

and with that you left. not even giving dazai a chance to respond as you had already turned to leave mid sentence.

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that’s how you find yourself here, sitting at the edge of the pier, knees tucked snugly into your chest as you lay your cheek on them to look up at the sky. your mind was a storm of noise but luckily the fireworks were louder. that didn’t stop you from feeling a very prominent presence approaching.

you tense, instantly recognizing his presence. it takes every ounce of self control you have to keep your head in place and not look his way. your arms tighten around your legs and it’s the only indication you give him that you’re aware he’s there. you can feel his stare, his eyes bore into the back of your head, it felt as if he continued to stare he would start to make a dent in your skull.

still, you continue to look forward and ignore his presence. the noise from the fireworks may be deafening but you’re so honed in on the redhead behind you his defeated sigh is hard to miss. he tentatively shuffles his way next to you and remains standing. you vaguely notice from your peripheral, that he isn’t in his usual dark clothing. instead you note flashes of red, gold and white. your eyebrows furrow. was he wearing a haori? which means he must be wearing a montsuki haori hakama? he never wore traditional clothing. you were itching to look over at how gorgeous he must look but resist the urge yet again.

you continue to refuse to acknowledge his presence.

another sigh.

more silence on your end.

this time he clicks his tongue, but it’s more in defeat rather than annoyance. “that damn mackerel texted me. told me he couldn’t do the one simple task i asked of him. last time i ask him for anything…” the last part of his sentence broke on into a grumble, obviously thinking out loud more than talking to you.

there’s still no verbal response from you, although your face does twist into a scowl. so that’s what dazai meant earlier. chuuya was supposed to meet you all at the festival. to what? surprise you? you didn’t want to wait for a surprise. he knew how much you loathed surprises. you just wanted him back. you wanted to confirm for yourself that he was safe.

the port mafia executive is observing you. he watches as shadows of colors provided by the fireworks dance across your face, causing you to look 10x more strikingly beautiful than you already do. you’re quite literally the most stunning thing chuuya has ever laid his eyes on. he wants to tell you so. he wants to gush over how much he missed you. he wants to hold you. but he needs you to acknowledge him first and he knows you have an opinion about meursault that you deserve to voice. the problem lies in getting you to open yourself up. next to being the most stunning, you’re also the most stubborn person he has ever met. he has his work cut out for him.

“i was gonna surprise you at the festival…” of course he was, you almost scoff at the predictability of it all.

another sigh escapes chuuya’s lips when once again he doesn’t get a response. he knows he shouldn’t poke at you. but at this point he doesn’t know how else he could elicit a reaction. he ponders on it for a moment, nervously gnawing at his bottom lip. this could get you to open up but it could also make you more upset. he makes his decision and takes in a deep breath.

“i wanted to surprise you. i thought about you a lot while i was gone. the thought of coming back to you was about the only thing that kept me sane while having to deal with that damn dazai.” his last words come out bitter, as if he truly had been suffering.

you try to keep face. gritting your teeth and sinking your nails into the palm of your hands. but the cracks in your mask were already too far gone, it snaps completely off. your head swiftly lifts and turns to finally look at him.

and god how unfair. it’s so incredibly unfair how handsome he sincerely looks. his face isn’t covered by his hat and hair is tied by an ornamental string. the reds and greens and golds of his outfit really bring out the duel colors of his eyes. even frowning like he is, he is still a shining star in a sky full of clouds.

you have to remind yourself to keep your resolve as you scowl at the redhead. unbeknownst to you, chuuya is having a very similar crisis. you look like the most priceless treasure on this god forsaken planet. the gold hair ornament you wear frames your face perfectly. the colors of your traditional wear compliments your skin tone perfectly. even your makeup, which subtly matches your outfit, is perfect. you are perfect.

your sour expression is what brings him back to reality.

you let out an appalled scoff. “you thought of me? i find that hard to believe considering you made the decision to go along with dazai’s plan without warning. do you know how messed up i was? thinking you could be dead upon hearing you had been turned into a vampire. i thought i was never going to see you again because you didn’t tell me- i didn’t know. and then when you do return i don’t hear a single thing from you? not even a text saying ‘hey, shit is crazy at the port mafia but i will see you as soon as i can. just wanted to let you know i was safe.’ i would have been happy with that, chuuya.”

he flinches at how harsh his name sounds coming from your mouth. like you had to physically force it out. you never called him by his name. it was always a pet name of some sort. it was truly heart wrenching that he had pushed you to this point. it was never his intention. with everything going on he didn’t realize that maybe he should have communicated dazai’s plan with you, but he can’t change that now. what he needs to focus on is fixing his mistake. so, he listens to you and let’s you get it all out.

“...instead you continued to leave me in the dark. i had to continue on like i wasn’t a wreck, not knowing where you were. do you know how many times i imagined you were just dead somewhere in a foreign prison? too many times to count on my hands. dazai-” you choke, not having realized that you had started to cry. you swallow thickly and continue. “dazai had to constantly be on watch because i would lose control of my ability over the smallest of things. despite being exhausted, i refused to bring myself to imagine a world without you in it. no matter how much i was spiraling, it jus wasn’t something i could bear the thought of because-”

you’re cut off again, this time by a sob that you can feel throughout your entire body. you choke again, feeling like you can’t breathe. your eyes unfocus, your hearing goes fuzzy and your limbs begin to feel numb and tingly. in your panicked haze you briefly note that you’re reaching out and latch onto some sort of soft material. the colors igniting the night sky become overwhelming so you squeeze your eyes shut. you wish you could drown out the booming noises created by the fireworks. it’s all too much, it’s been too much. your ears are ringing and your hands are trembling. the emotions swirling inside of you begging to be let out but you hold them in, not wanting chuuya to be affected. you’re nauseous, you feel as though you could throw up at any moment.

chuuya knew you got like this, he’s heard dazai recount the times this ability has caused you to overwhelm yourself and initiate a panic attack. your grip on his haori was unexpected until he saw the sheer trepidation swimming in your glistening eyes. his body reacts before his mind can and he’s scooping you into his arms. chuuya softly cradles your head, gently resting your forehead against the side of his chest where his heart lays. he’d seen somewhere that the sound of a heartbeat could calm this sort of episode. he also coos and and speaks soft words of reassurance.

it’s absurd how calming just his presence is to you, even when you’re this irate with him. you need to regulate your breathing. fast. the ringing in your ears has subsided and the thrumming of chuuya’s heart pulls you in. hyper focusing on his heartbeat helps calm you further and your breathing slows back to normal. your face is still buried in his chest and your hands are fisting his kimono. your grip loosens, signaling that you’re better. but you burrow your face further into the gravity manipulator's chest. he lets out a deep chuckle that sends vibrations through your entire head. it helps clear the fog that has built up in your head.

you utter those three words you’d been holding in since before he left. it’s like you had finally broken the dam within your heart and this was the result. now that the water has settled you have one last thing to do. but because you were so close to his chest the words came out muffled and unintelligible.

“my pretty doll, i can’t understand you when your face is covered like that. c’mere…” chuuya lets out another chuckle as you whine and pout dramatically when he peels you off of him. your face is puffy and eyes rimmed red. somehow your makeup managed to stay completely intact, you’ll have to remember to ask naomi what she used.

you huff and try to look away but he gently, yet firmly, takes hold of your face to gingerly wipe away at your tears. once he’s pleased with his work his eyes meet yours and he smiles softly. “now, what was it you were trying to say? i think i should be able to here you clearly this time.”

and something about the way he says that makes you think he actually heard it the first time and just simply wanted to hear you say it again. you turn your nose up at him and eye him suspiciously. “no. i don’t think i will…”

chuuya sighs incredulously and lets go of your face. he slumps down and rests his forehead on your shoulder. instinctively you raise your hand and sift your fingers through his wavy tresses. his hair is always surprisingly soft. you can help but to smile amusedly at his obvious defeat. you look back up to the fireworks that were still going. they must be nearing the finale because the amount of colors dancing in the sky have multiplied.

“stubborn as hell like always. i shouldn’t be surprised.” chuuya lifts his head back up and cups your cheek to turn you back to look at him. “you technically said it first, but i’ll let you hear it first. i love you.”

your lips part to respond but you find yourself mesmerized by the chuuya’s eyes. the reflection of colors swirling in his irises make it look like an actual fire has been ignited underneath them. your bottom lip begins to tremble as you feel yourself become overwhelmed by the feelings his words elicit. this time it was in the best way possible but it still made you embarrassed. you take in a shuddered breath and pout more. “god damn you, chuuya nakahara.”

with that utterance, you lean in and your lips meet his. you pour everything you have into that one kiss, hoping it explains your feelings better than any words you could ever string together would. luckily for you, chuuya has always been a firm believer of actions speak louder than words. he understands what you’re trying to convey and he reciprocates by grasping the back of your head and tilting his to deepen the kiss.

it felt as if you were falling into an abyss that consisted of only chuuya. your brain was simultaneously working in overdrive and malfunctioning all at once. the only thing in your head was chuuya.

it was only chuuya:

chuuya’s velvety hair

chuuya’s blazing warmth

chuuya’s soft lips

chuuya’s heavenly scent

chuuya’s gentle touches

chuuya.

then he chuckles against your lips and, god, you could just melt.

much to your dismay, chuuya goes and ruins it by leaning back and disconnecting your lips. you make a noise of protest but he keeps you firmly where you are. your eyes are lidded and breathing is heavy. he could sense how overwhelmed you were once again becoming. he gives you a few moments to fully cone back to him before speaking again.

you open your mouth to say it again but he interrupts. “you don’t have to, i understood you the first time.”

your mouth slowly shuts and you lean your head back on his chest, ear pressed against his beating heart. you both look up, hoping to enjoy the rest of the fireworks together.

“i’m still upset and this conversation isn’t over, but…” you trail off as the finale begins. after another moment you continue as you watched the colors multiply once again. “let’s just enjoy this. i missed you.”

his grip around you tightens. you look over to him and he’s smiling brightly at you. “i missed you, so damn much. we can go back to my place after this and talk over a bottle. how’s that sound?”

you look back to the sky with a smile playing on your lips. “sounds like heaven.”

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᯽ cop car • oda sakunosuke

synopsis • a chronicle telling of your life before having a relationship with odasaku, during your relationship with odasaku and after your relationship with odasaku

warnings • lower case is intentional, canon compliant, mcd, angst, depictions of anxiety/panic attacks, reader has an ability (description below), fem!reader

wc • 2.8k

a/n • odasaku makes me really sad and i just needed you guys to be sad with me ig </3

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ability • fujyo no kagami/a great example of women: allows the user to apply endless perfect actions to something/someone that’s considered feminine. user can apply this rule to herself as a woman. if applied to something/someone masculine the ability takes on the opposite effect. a rule is applied where every action taken results in failure. user cannot apply this rule to herself.

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before

you were terrified all the time. like a scared animal overwhelmed by its own mind, you would snap, and you would bite. even while climbing the ranks of an organization like the port mafia, you felt alone. you would never blame anyone else for it though. how could you when you so plainly knew how unapproachable you were.

your face was permanently sketched into a scowl. your attitude was less than savory. your arms always folded across your chest in annoyance. your foot tapping impatiently whenever someone was talking just a little too long for your liking. your bad attitude deterred any chances of connecting with someone.

you were accustomed to it. becoming the port mafia’s assassin made it easy to lurk in the dark. that meant going places most people didn’t like to follow. most being the key word there.

there was one persistent person that fought his way into your life. your bared teeth and unsheathed claws never being a deterrent for him. he was crazy, maybe even had a death wish.

it was the only explanation you had for him never backing down.

you had your fair share of run-ins with other children assassins. this one in particular, though, always stood out amongst the rest. he had burnt umber hair and deep dark blue eyes that seemed to look right through you. oda sakunosuke, at least that’s what he had introduced himself as. after letting you take the kill and bounty money on several occasions. he was a gentleman even at a young age.

you were ruthless though. you would take advantage of his kindness knowing exactly why he was so generous with you. he felt bad, the pity seeped from his pores and clogged your senses. it made you want to be cruel. so you were. you never showed him an ounce of gratitude.

oda sakunosuke never asked for it, he waited patiently for you to be ready.

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during

he teases you constantly for it. how hostile you used to be. fighting tooth and nail to keep him at arm's length. you would try to stay mad at him for it but when you saw the way his face would light up when he lets out a genuine and hearty laugh you would immediately melt. how could you keep up the facade when he looked so beautiful laughing like that.

it had been quite some time now, since he joined the port mafia. almost 3 years.

you tried to avoid him at first. sure, he was familiar but he was a lower rank than you, there was no reason for him to “accidentally” run into you on most of your missions. he didn’t even kill anymore, so, how did he think he could be helpful? he was of course. he had your back when you were just a little too overwhelmed. eventually you swallowed your pride and showed your appreciation by inviting him out for drinks.

bar lupin. that was the name of the bar oda asked you to meet him at. he said he was bringing a plus one, offering that you could bring someone of your choosing too if you’d like. you felt embarrassed when you had to tell him that you didn’t have anyone to invite. the one person you had was far too young to go to a bar with you. hell, you were almost too young, but you didn’t want to spend today alone. that’s the whole reason you set this up for today specifically.

you walk down the stairs only to be met with…confetti? you draw your face back in shock and blink a few times before you realize it’s oda who just let off a little confetti popper next to you. you don’t even take note of your surroundings and just hone in on him. you give him a look as if he’d just spontaneously grew another head. oda quickly hides the evidence behind his back but it’s clearly too late for that.

“...was that?” he can’t have known what that specific day was, right? there is no way. at least that’s what you told yourself until you heard a distinct voice chime in from across the bar.

“i advised him against it. i’m honestly shocked you didn’t tackle him to the ground for that one.” ango sakaguchi, the top intelligence agent for the port mafia. if anyone knew what today's significance was, it would be him.

you let out a sigh. you’d had a few dealings with ango, so you were somewhat familiar with him. despite his slightly older age, you spoke with him casually. “i suppose this is your doing, sakaguchi?”

“i just thought it made for good conversation. i was right, of course.” ango shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of his beverage.

you looked over at oda who had a sheepish look on his face. at least he had the decency to look embarrassed. you thought to yourself. you shake your head but couldn’t help the endearment that rose in your stomach and settled in your chest to spread an unfamiliar warmth. you looked back at oda expectantly, trying your best to bite back a threatening smile.

“well? are you gonna at least say it?” you cross your arms over your chest and raise a brow at the former assassin.

oda lost his voice for a moment, he didn’t think he had ever seen you so… relaxed. it took him a moment but he finally managed to croak out, “happy birthday, precious.”

“just for that stunt you pulled when i walked in, you’re buying me a drink.” you said quickly as you turned around, trying desperately to hide how red your face got all because of a simple pet name. you’ve heard him use them before with others but never directed towards you and never specifically the word precious. you quickly took a seat one stool away from ango, leaving the middle for oda.

a few hours pass and you’re on your 4th drink, not counting the 3 shots oda fed you slyly. ever the gentleman though, he would make sure to take one with you. it was safe to say you were beyond feeling just a little tipsy. your face was hot and tongue felt heavy but that didn’t stop you from arguing with ango over some subject you don’t even remember. ango just had such a disagreeable face when you were this many drinks in.

oda watched with such fondness in his eyes, he had always wanted to see you this relaxed, craved it even. it’s been so long that he’s felt this way about you that he can’t even remember a time he wasn’t infatuated with you. he doesn’t even realize it, but he has this stupid/goofy smile on his face as he watched you attentively. at some point you had moved to the middle stool so your back was to oda. you were so animated that he didn’t even care that he couldn’t see your face right now.

oda is so dazed that you startle him when you whip around and look to him expectantly. he’s taken so off guard that his face twisted into a confused grimace in the most comical way and spits out an eloquent, “heh?”

oda watched as your eyes brightened when you squinted at him. oh. you were smiling widely, the first smile he had ever seen reach your eyes like this. no, you weren’t just smiling, you were laughing. the sound was quite possibly the most beautiful thing oda had ever heard. far better than any music he would ever listen to in his lifetime, he was so sure of it. it was like a siren song and you had ensnared him in it.

after that night, oda was yours. you had successfully trapped him and he had no plans of escaping any time soon.

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he was yours, that was, until ango betrayed you all and mimic surfaced and oda lost virtually everything in a single moment.

it was early when he came to you. he’d just lost his family, the five children you had begun to see as your own and help him raise had been taken from you far too early. you cried — no, that was an understatement. you wailed from the depths of your soul. life was so unfair. it took quite some time for you to calm down. when you did, you saw the dull, almost lifeless, look in oda’s eyes. of course he had told you the whole story, so immediately you knew where his mind was going.

the panic took root in your chest and spread across your entire body. you felt in your stomach in the form of twists and knots. you felt it in your throat in the form of bile burning your throat, threatening to be released. you felt it in your nervous system in the form of hyperactivity, your limbs shaking uncontrollably. you reached out with trembling fingers and desperately clutched onto the material at oda’s chest.

“no- no, sakunosuke. you can’t- it’s not- i can’t lose you too.” your mind was working too fast for your mouth to catch up. every thought soaring through the forefront of your brain getting lost in translation.

he didn’t look at you, he didn’t say anything. he knew if he looked at you right then and there he would fold, he’d give in and that was just something he couldn’t allow himself to do.

you became more desperate, bringing him closer and shifting your hands to hold his face. “sakunosuke, look at me. you can’t do this. not alone. i won’t ask you to not go but, please, let me go with you.”

“no.” that caught his attention. he looked at you sharply and spoke firmly.

you looked at him with wide and watery eyes. “you can’t go alone. if i go…it’ll be safer if i go. please don’t go alone. i can’t let you go alone.” you weren’t breathing. or maybe you were? it felt as though your lungs weren’t receiving any oxygen. they burned as you gasped for air. everything felt as though you were free falling, the adrenaline from it setting all of your nerves on fire. it was frustrating, you were losing your mind over losing your heart — practically your soul.

after a moment there was a glint of remorse that set in his deep blue eyes. he held you again until you were calm enough to hear him out. “are you able to listen to me?”

“no, i have no interest in anything you have to say to me right now, odasaku. i just want you to stay.” your eyes were pleading with him, voice begging him to just listen to you.

who knew a simple shake of the head could shatter your heart in one blow. “i can’t. i have to do this, precious.”

“don’t. don’t call me that right now. not when you-” you choked on another sob, you had lost count of how many tears you’d shed that morning. “let me go with you then. i could ensure your safety. you don’t have to go alone.”

he didn’t think his own heart could break more than it already had. the desperation that bled into your repeated words proved him wrong. “i have to do this on my own. it has to be done alone. someone has to look over that little punk.”

“dazai will never forgive me if i let you go.” you were grasping at straws, silently praying something would convince oda to not go.

oda sighed and you knew you had already lost. you had no chance of winning this. “maybe not at first, but he will. eventually, he will.”

you’d resorted to sobbing again, you were honestly surprised with yourself, you didn’t think you had this many tears to shed. “just…kiss me one more time. before you go, please.”

and how was he supposed to refuse such a simple final request of him when he was asking the world of you. he held your face gingerly and crashed his lips to yours. the kiss was wet and his lips tasted salty from the mixture of both your tears. he was crying too. he poured everything he had left in his heart out into a single kiss. it lasted exactly 7 seconds before oda was pulling away completely. he doesn’t look back as he pushed himself up. you crumbled completely to the ground and even as oda closed the front door of your home behind him he could hear the heart breaking sobs and wails that tore from your throat.

you didn’t think you would ever have to live without odasaku. the reality of it hit you in an instant. you would be living in it, a world after odasaku and you would continue living in for the rest of your own life.

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after

it had been 3 days. you were numb all over. your chest ached where your heart used to be. you’re sure it was still there, just laying in small pieces. the service had ended an hour ago but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave.

you heard familiar footsteps approaching you. you didn’t need to look at him to know who it was.

“you shouldn’t be here, traitor.” your voice was flat, no emotion behind it. you couldn’t even bring yourself to sound betrayed.

ango almost winced at how tired you sounded. “i figured you could be found here. i wanted to pay my respects too. despite my actions, i valued his friendship.”

you looked at him sharply. how dare he have the audacity to still call him a friend? how dare he be so bold when you couldn’t even bring yourself to say his name. you’ve tried, but the moment oda slipped out of your arms that day, every moment afterwards you would choke on his name. you were so tired of crying, so you couldn’t bring yourself to try anymore.

“did you do what i asked of you?”

“yes. you know dazai won’t like you following him…”

you let your head fall back and shut your eyes. breathing in the fresh air and enjoying the sea breeze, you almost forgot where you were. standing at oda’s freshly buried grave. “i’m quite aware of his distaste for me.”

“so then why go? why ask me to wipe your slate clean?” ango’s tone is so incredulous, he didn’t understand but you expected as much from him. he had his faults and one of them was his selfishness, something you could never quite get past.

“because he asked me to, it was his last wish of me. he was failed by so many people in life, how could i possibly fail him in death?” the treacherous man opened his mouth as if to argue but you shook your head and cut him off. “that’s a rhetorical question, ango. the answer is: i can’t. i suppose i’ll see you again someday. take care until then. i’ll never forgive you if you die by another's hand…”

with that you seemingly disappeared. there was almost no trace left of you. the only tell that you were still present was the fresh bouquet of flowers appearing at oda’s gravestone every week.

you resurface a year and a half later, finding yourself in front of the armed detective agency. it wasn’t planned. you weren’t supposed to show up in front of their office door for another year. but you happened across a man your age, although he resembled a much younger man. he introduced himself as ranpo and invited you back after requesting your help with a case.

you were welcomed with open arms. you had found a new family. it terrified you.

six months later dazai joined the ada. he was not pleased by your presence but he pretended it didn’t bother him. no one was the wiser. except for you of course. you gave him the space he needed but still looked out for him from a distance. he came around eventually. after all, you were all he had left of odasaku.

he was even there for you when you had a mental break down about falling in love again. you’d promised yourself you would never love another man but the universe had a sick and twisted sense of humor. it wasn’t a man you had fallen head over heals for, it was yosano akiko who had caught your attention. she was patient with you and gave you the space you needed.

you eventually found yourself at his grave stone on a rainy day.

“i met someone. i made good on my promise, it’s not another man. her name is yosano, i think you would have gotten along with her. dazai thinks the world of her. i’m scared… the last time i loved someone this deeply… what do i do?”

as if to give you his blessing, the storm that had been raging for 3 days slows and comes to a complete stop. you let out an incredulous laugh. for the first time in years you utter his name.

“thank you, sakunosuke.”

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Bonjour Mon ami(e)                                                                                                   

Par amour pour toi... "Au commencement, Dieu créa les cieux et la terre." (Lire Genèse 1.1.) C'est le premier verset que vous trouverez dans la Bible. Dans le texte original, c'est le mot hébreu "elohiym" qui est utilisé pour Dieu. Et, fait intéressant, il s'agit d'un pluriel... Plus loin, au moment de la création de l'homme, il est écrit : "Puis Dieu dit : faisons l'homme à notre image." Remarquez-vous l'utilisation du pluriel dans "faisons" et dans "notre" ? De toute éternité, le Père, le Fils et le Saint-Esprit ne font qu'un. Il s'agit des trois personnes distinctes de Dieu. Les Saintes Écritures présentent clairement Dieu le Père, Dieu le Fils et Dieu le Saint-Esprit. Mais elles insistent aussi sur le fait qu'il n'y a qu'un seul Dieu. Un peu comme 1 x 1 x 1 fait toujours 1. Oui, "Dieu sommes un", pourrait-on dire...! C'est une tri-unité communément appelée la Trinité. Dans cette tri-unité, dans ce pluriel si singulier, il y a depuis toujours une cohésion extraordinaire, une paix infinie, une unité sans faille, un immense amour. Pourtant, Dieu le Fils sera séparé de cette unité parfaite et éternelle pour sauver l'humanité. Oui, comme le dit très justement Jean 3.16, "Car Dieu a tellement aimé le monde qu'il a donné son Fils unique, afin que quiconque croit en lui ne soit pas perdu mais qu'il ait la vie éternelle." Il fallait vraiment que Dieu aime le monde pour envoyer son fils. Son fils unique... Mais cette séparation était nécessaire, pour que vous et moi puissions à nouveau être unis avec Dieu. Unis avec le Fils. Réconciliés avec le Père. Remplis de son Esprit. Jésus s'est dépouillé. Il a tout laissé, abandonné. Il a renoncé à son trône de gloire... mais pas à son amour pour vous. Il a même renoncé à l'unité avec son Père pour vous. En effet, Matthieu 27.46 nous dit ceci : "Vers trois heures, Jésus cria avec force : Éli, Éli, lema sabactani ? ce qui signifie Mon Dieu, mon Dieu, pourquoi m'as-tu abandonné ?" "Pourquoi m'as-tu abandonné ?" Et à cette question, une seconde qui fait écho en mon cœur : "Jésus, pourquoi as-tu abandonné ton ciel de gloire ?" Et sa douce réponse : "Par amour, par amour, par amour... pour toi." Il a fait cela pour vous, pour que, par son sacrifice, vous accédiez au pardon, à la réconciliation et à cette communion avec le Père. Le bien-aimé du Père, par son acte d'abandon et de séparation, a fait de vous l'enfant de l'Éternel. Vous êtes le/la bien-aimé(e) du Père, Mon ami(e)... Merci d'exister, Éric Célérier via: https://www.topchretien.com/un-miracle-chaque-jour/