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osaemu · 2 months

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SHARING IS (NOT) CARING: PROFESSOR!DAZAI

✩ ‧ ˚. synopsis: he has to teach your class for the day, but there's no way either of you will be able to focus with you sitting in the front row.

contents: fem!reader. college AU. professor x student. not proofread and written in under five minutes. i forgot how to write dazai, whoops. i'll probably write more in this AU later on bc i think it has potential. -1K words.

professor!dazai is well aware that he shouldn't be romantically involved with a student, but justifies it to himself by reasoning that you're not in his class, so it should be okay. even though your university's policy allows teacher-student relationships if they aren't in the same field, he still tries to keep it mostly a secret—after all, he wouldn't want to risk anything on your part.

but one day, your professor's absent, and luckily (or not), dazai's the only one available to step in for the day. imagine his surprise when he realizes that the class he hesitantly agreed to sub for today was your class, and as luck would have it, you sit in the front row.

"alright, class, i don't really know what you're supposed to be doing, but—"

"there should be an outline on the desk, sir," the girl next to you pipes up, smiling bashfully at dazai. he pauses and nods at her gratefully, doing his best to not make eye contact with you as he skims over the outline. you're equally as unsure as he is, because you never expected to be in this situation: with your boyfriend as your actual professor, even if it was just for a day.

"oh, great, i have to give a lecture," dazai grumbles, holding the papers in the same hand that's also holding a cup of steaming hot coffee. he sighs, eyes professionally surveying the room before finally settling on you. "would you mind giving me a quick summary of whatever you're supposed to be learning today?" he asks, hiding his little smile behind the cup of coffee he presses to his lips.

you nod, but right before you open your mouth, the girl next to you speaks up again. "i can do it, professor," she offers, beaming at dazai as if she's the personification of joy and happiness. and it's almost comical, the way dazai barely spares her a glance before returning his attention to you.

so you give him a brief summary of what your actual professor had said your class would be covering today, and dazai nods along, eyes focused intently on the outline in his hand. when you finish speaking, he stays quiet for another second before shrugging and sitting down at the teacher's desk. "i'll just find a video on it, 'cause i don't know enough to teach the subject. and honestly, i don't want to, either."

as expected.

twenty minutes go by with some youtuber's monotone voice droning on in the background, but instead of studiously taking notes (like you should be doing), you find yourself staring at dazai instead. his eyes are fixed on his phone, and it's a mystery to everyone in the room as to what he's doing. it's only when you pick up your own phone to check the time do you see a bunch of missed messages from him:

osamu: this class is so boring

osamu: how do u sit through this every. day.

osamu: i'm already falling asleep wtf

osamu: babe answer me :(

osamu: do you hate me :( if not answer me :(

you bite your lip in a futile effort to hide the smile that's threatening to grow on your lips, which would be suspicious, considering that there's practically nothing to smile about in this dull lecture hall.

you: shut up i'm trying to focus

dazai shoots you a subtle grin from his spot up front and replies quickly enough to make you wonder if all this time, he's just been staring at your name on his phone.

osamu: ik you're not paying attention

osamu: play me in 8 ball

you: no

"you in the front," dazai calls from his desk, clearly directing his voice towards you. he raises an eyebrow coyly, and continues, "shouldn't you be taking notes?"

the girl next to you snickers, not seeming to catch the look you give her. dazai clears his throat and looks at you pointedly, obviously trying not to show his amusement.

"okay," you mutter, shooting dazai a vicious death glare. he winks back at you, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"what was that?" he asks in response, pretending not to have heard you. it's embarrassingly obvious that he's just messing with you, and you wonder why you ever agreed to date this man in the first place—of course he'd pull something like this the one day he gets to have authority over you.

"yes, professor," you say with a witheringly forced smile. dazai's smile turns uncertain as he dips his head in reply and instantly picks up his phone.

osamu: i'm sorry pls don't make me sleep on the couch

you: i won't :)

you: you'll be out on the porch tonight :)

osamu: wait no

osamu: i love u

osamu: pls don't do this to me ilysm

"hey," the girl next to you whispers, drawing your attention away from your phone and to her uncomfortably close voice. "isn't professor dazai hot?"

she's not a quiet whisperer, and something about dazai's forcibly calm expression makes you certain that he can hear every word. "i guess," you answer noncommittally. hopefully, your tone doesn't betray how close you are to clawing out your eyes.

"do you think he's single?"

"no. and even if he was, i doubt you'd be his type," you reply with a sickeningly sweet smile. dazai coughs into his arm, obviously trying to hide the laugh he had just choked out. the girl's eye twitches, and you hold your smile until she rolls her eyes and looks away.

osamu: ur so funny i'll kms

you: ur still sleeping on the porch.

osamu: babe :(

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aoizaraka · 10 months

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷LOVESTRUCKੈ✩‧₊˚

sypnosis; the bsd men are just so inlove w/ u! but what are their habits that they gained and/or stopped when they began dating you??

pairings; dazai, kunikida, chuuya, fyodor, ango/reader

warnings; mentions of suicide in dazai’s part(it’s literally Dazai =/)

oh.. this menace.. (but everyone loves him so yuh). Being with DAZAI has a lot of ups and downs, especially since he’s trying to get you to commit suicide with him. But ever since you two started dating, he started spending less time trying to die and not doing anything productive, and always coming up with excuses just to be in your presence. Especially if you’re tired from working too much. He knows it’s bad to get close with someone because all the people he card about in his life either disappeared or just left him. That’s what KINDA makes his clingy personality. (Keyword: kinda, his other clingyness is just there bc he is generally clingy for no reason at all.) this man’s love u so much he will do anything you ask! You tell him to do his paperwork?? he’s immediately sitting down on his chair working like a normal person. (Kinda, bc if u say u’ll reward him with a kiss, he’ll do his work immediately!!) if you tell him to stop drinking?? OKAY ANYTHING FOR YOU!!<3

KUNIKIDA knows you aren’t really his ideal type in a woman, but can’t help but be drawn to you. Once you two began a relationship, Kunikida tends to neglect his notebook just to look out for you/take care for you. If you point it out, he’ll just brush it off. He’s also really protective of you, even if it’s a little thing. Like when he makes you tea/coffee or any warm drink you like, he always tell you to be careful when touching it in order not to burn your hands or tongue, and always scolds you when you do the opposite. I also have this lil headcanon; whenever you both go to work, he’ll always check the weather forecast before leaving and brings an umbrella when it’s too hot/rains. It doesn’t matter if he gets wet, his priority is you not getting sick!

CHUUYA is a stubborn, hotheaded guy. He never listens to anyone(unless it’s you or his boss.) Before you guys started dating, he was always in a pissy mood, probably because of his work or his subordinates. But when you two started a relationship, his chihuahua mood somewhat disappeared. Yes yes, he knows. He always had a soft spot for you. But he didn’t know it would go this far as to change his personality! (Well as long as no one insults him or you, then yeah he won’t go back to the chihuahua phase.) hell, even the port mafia noticed his sudden personality change. he’s always gentle with you, especially since he knows he’s the strongest ability user.

FYODOR doesn’t really like overworking. But he has to do it for “the sake of the world” apparently. So when you come into the picture, you have to practically force him each time to stop working to rest even for a moment, to the point when he actually stops working even without you telling him not to. It’s just that you always force him to rest, that it feels weird if he didn’t take a break now. He also stops biting his nails, because “you say it’s unhygienic”, he says. He also doesn’t sleep much, but since he likes loves your presence and whole being, he forces himself to fix himself and his whole well being. hey, if you’re gonna “save” the world, you might as well look good while at it, right?

like fyodor, ANGO also doesn’t like overworking, in fact he hates it. But it’s his job and he signed up for it so.. no excuses. Ango knows his whole job is very dangerous, and you could get involved in dangerous matters, so from time to time, he makes sure to check up on you by texting you or calling you. It doesn’t matter what it’s about though, he just wants needs a response to make sure you’re safe. Same goes for you. You sometimes just send him a quick text to check up on him. Whenever he gets a free day from work, you guys usually stay in and relax together or just roam around Yokohama, but he’s mostly indecisive and will only go with where you want to go to or what you want to make up for the times he never is around you<3

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ʙʟᴏɢ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ @aoizaraka . ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ/ʀᴇғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ.

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system-to-the-madness · 2 months

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A Warm Welcome - Dazai Osamu x Reader

Pairing: Dazai Osamu x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: fluff Word Count: 2 493 Warnings: Dazai level of suicidal thoughts, food Summary: Dazai comes home to a warm flat and a homecooked meal A/N: For those who don’t know: kotatsu are those Japanese tables with a heater and a blanket

Dazai Osamu had gotten used to coming home to cold and dark apartment and no one to welcome him. Not that he had ever made the experience of coming home to a brightly lit up and cozy apartment with a warm welcome. Really, he usually was only glad to have a home to come back to in the first place.

Now that he was standing outside his front door, key in hand, eying the slither of orange light that crept through the gap between door and floor, he wondered who had broken into his apartment and turned on the light. He knew that he hadn't forgotten to turn it off. In the morning, when he had woken up, it had already been light outside and at night he barely ever turned it on to begin with, preferring to make his way around in the dark.

So, who was in his flat now? Had one of his enemies found him and was waiting inside to kill him? Honestly, after the day he had had, Dazai would gladly show his murderer-to-be where he kept the kitchen knives, should the other have been forgetful enough to not have brought a weapon.

But what would you say? Would you be sad if he died? Or would you be mad at him, for walking into such an obvious trap? Why did he even care about what you would think? You were his co-worker, nothing more.

Well, his co-worker, who he had been enamoured with from day one, who he had never treated with anything but utter respect, in whose presence he kept his suicide-talk to a minimum, because he had once seen how it upset you. And you were the only co-worker whom he had told about Oda, the only co-worker, who had ever gotten him anything for Valentine's Day.

It had been a cute, light pink box with a heart on it, and handmade chocolates inside. You hadn't signed your name, only a card with the word "Enjoy!" but he knew your handwriting well enough to know the box had been from you; he didn't need Ranpo to figure that one out. And you hadn't told him they were just friendship-chocolates either, which meant they had been the real deal. Valentine's Day had only been last week, so he hadn't yet had the chance to gift you a bag of chocolates back, and he wasn't sure about how to go about it either. He wanted to be so much more to you than just a colleague, but he could hardly ask you out out of nowhere, could he? Well, not that any of this mattered anymore, with his sealed fate waiting behind the unlocked door of his flat.

He sighed. Of course it would never work out between you and him anyway, you were too perfect for a suicidal maniac like him either way. So, he twisted the doorknob and let himself into his flat.

"I'm home," he announced loudly to his intruder, before he even realized that his flat smelled deliciously of food, or that there was soft music playing from the kitchen. What kind of assassin would put on a soundtrack to commit his crime? Oh no, he was going to get murdered by an absolute nutcase, wasn't he?

"Welcome back!"

Dazai startled at the sound of your voice. Why were you here? You were in danger with the assassin around, weren’t you? Or were you the assassin? What had he done to upset you enough to warrant you wanting to kill him? Apart from his everyday behaviour that was. Had you expected an answer to the Valentine’s Day chocolates earlier?

“You’re just in time for dinner! I made curry,” you let him know, poking your head into the short hallway with a grin before disappearing back into the kitchen.

Diner? Curry?

You weren’t here to kill him? What an unexpected turn of events…

Confused, Dazai toed his shoes off in the genkan and slipped past the door into the living area. You had set up two bowls, two sets of chopsticks, spoons and cups on the kotatsu in the area Dazai usually used as his living room. You had even plugged it in already. Dazai couldn’t remember the last time he had used this thing. It had come as part of the flat, but usually Dazai ate in a café, restaurant, or the convenience store, and even when he ate at home, he never had plugged in the kotatsu. It always gave him the feeling that the soft blanket keeping the heat trapped under the table would cause a comfort he didn’t know how to deal with.

Blinking a few times, trying to make sense of the situation, he turned towards the kitchen, where you were standing at the stove, stirring something in a big pot. It smelled delicious.

“I hope it’s okay I let myself in.” you spoke over your shoulder in Dazai’s direction. “Kunikida called and say you had a… well, a day, and I thought it would be nice if you got to eat something proper tonight.”

“Why Curry,” Dazai asked, ignoring his increasing irritation. Kunikida had called you to tell you to look after him? Did he even have time in his so tightly planned schedule for things like such a call? And how had he even noticed? Did this ideal-obsessed former math teacher actually have a heart after all?

“It’s the comfort food, isn’t it?”

Dazai got distracted by the beeping of an electrical appliance on the kitchen counter. A rice cooker? Dazai didn’t own a rice cooker (doubtlessly proof of how much he cooked on his own). Had you brought your own rice cooker just to cook for him?

“Is it,” he asked back, finally remembering to answer your rhetorical question.

“Well, I’ve never met anyone who doesn’t love curry on a cold winter evening.”

Right, cold. His flat wasn’t cold as it usually was when he came home. Instead, you had turned on the AC in the kitchen. Dazai wiggled his toes in the plain black socks he wore. He could actually feel his toes for once.

“I’ve never thought of it like that,” he admitted.

“If you have a different comfort food, I can try making that for you next time,” you offered.

Next time. Next time. He liked the ring of that.

“I don’t really have a comfort food,” Dazai mumbled, almost hoping you hadn’t heard him over the humming of the extractor fan. But of course you had, your movements stopping for a moment and Dazai could already hear you asking ‘Why not? What kind of food did your mother always make for you? That’s probably your comfort food’, but the question never came. Instead, you continued stirring for a moment before you replied.

“Then I’ll just make all kinds of different foods for you, until you’ve found a comfort food.”

Dazai swallowed hard and nodded, even though you couldn’t see him.

“Okay,” he agreed.

It was such a strange idea, such a weird concept, to come back to a home that was not dark, but instead lit up by the gentle light in the kitchen, to a flat that was not cold, but warmed by the AC that had been turned on, to a person welcoming him home, to warm food, the promise of a full stomach. Was that really what other people got to experience every day? This gentleness of someone else, directed only at him? How had he never thought about how nice something like that would be? How much more precious life would feel with someone who cared?

“I’ll- I’ll go take off my jacket…”

Quickly apologising himself from the kitchen, he disappeared into the bedroom. In one quick motion he slipped out of his coat, throwing it into the general direction of the wardrobe, and ran his hands through his hair while pacing up and down. What was going on with him? Why was it so important to him that he had come home to someone waiting for him? No, not someone, not anyone. You. Dazai exhaled with a small sigh, stopping in his tracks. The worrying, the overthinking had time for later, he decided, now all he had to do was enjoy the food you had made for him.

When he came back into the kitchen, you had just scooped some rice into the bowls that had been standing on the kotatsu. Taking a glance at Dazai, you giggled.

“Your hair is all messy,” you laughed, making him run his hands over his hair self-consciously. Oh dear, was he blushing? “How much curry do you want?”

Dazai stepped behind you to the stove, placing one of his hands at your waist, not missing the way your breath hitched. At least he wasn’t the only one out of their depth here. Glancing into the pot before you, he couldn’t help the way his mouth started watering. In a thick, brown sauce, that smelled deliciously of many different spices, he could make out pieces of onions, potatoes, and carrots.

“As much as possible,” he chuckled, brushing his nose against your hair, and pressing a quick kiss to the shell of your ear before he drew back.

Instead of an answer, he received a chuckle that warmed him even more than the warm air from the AC already did. Standing beside you, he waited until you had finished topping the rice with the curry, and handed him a bowl, before he followed you to the kotatsu and slipped in opposite you.

It seemed like he had been right in the assumption that you had turned it on, because his legs, up to where the blanket was pooling around his hips, immediately got engulfed in comfortable warmth. He didn’t even realise he was sighing until the gentle sound of your soft giggle reached his ears.

Blinking his eyes open, having closed them in bliss, he quickly sat up straight, grabbing the chopsticks you had laid out for him and folding his hands.

“Thank you for the meal,” he announced with a smile that was a bit too bright to be quite genuine. He wanted it to be genuine, but how could he ever bring across his gratitude for you taking care of him like this?

“Thank you for the meal,” you replied, and Dazai could feel your eyes on him as he picked up a piece of carrot, covered in the brown sauce.

As soon as the food touched his tongue, his throat closed up. Not in the way it would have if the food was disgusting. Quite the contrary really. The carrot had been boiled soft, the sauce added a rich, spicy flavour to the sweetness of the vegetable. It tasted like heaven. And it had been cooked by you for him. How could he ever find a way to express to you how much this meant to him? His nose was itching suspiciously with the burn of rising tears, but he willed them away, and instead focused on chewing and swallowing his first bite, the food immediately starting to warm up his stomach.

When he looked up from his bowl, he noticed you had also started eating, focusing on your food rather than on his reaction.

“I think, you don’t have to cook different foods each week for me to find my comfort food,” Dazai said, making you look back up at him. Quickly he scooped some more curry into his mouth.

“What do you mean,” you inquired, you head gently tilted to the side.

“I think, my comfort food is curry,” Dazai admitted, “as long as it’s made by you.”

His heart definitely skipped a beat it shouldn’t have skipped at the away you were smiling at him now.

“Is that your way of asking me to cook for you again?”

For a moment Dazai was tempted to answer the way he always would have. Something cocky, something that hid the way you had wormed yourself into his sad heart. But with the flavour of the curry you had made just for him, lingering on his tongue, with the warmth that spread from his stomach, he just couldn’t seem to pull on his usual mask.

“I know it’s a lot to ask, but…”

“It’s okay,” you smiled, and Dazai felt you nudge your food against his knee under the kotatsu. “I’d be happy to cook for you again. Oh! We can make it a weekly date! Curry-Tuesday! How does that sound?”

Dazai nodded, quickly focusing back on his bowl, before you could see the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him and drag him under.

“A weekly date,” he asked instead.

“Yeah, I mean like- oh! Not like that, I mean like a-”

“Why not like that,” Dazai asked. “I think I’d like it better if it were like that.”

“You mean, like-”

“Like you, letting me take you out on days when you’re not making curry, that is.”

For a moment you were quiet, quiet enough for Dazai to fear you could hear his loudly beating heart over the quiet humming of the AC.

“I still gotta make up for the Valentine’s chocolates you gave me, right,” he added.

“So… curry-cooking dates and other dates? That sounds like a lot of fun,” you finally answered, and Dazai couldn’t care to hide the sigh of relief that escaped his lips at your agreement, his heart settling down at least a little bit.

“It does, doesn’t it,” he laughed, finally looking up from his bowl again, meeting your eyes. Even in the rather plain light of his living room, your eyes glimmered brightly as if they were shining from within.

You nodded in agreement, biting your lower lip, before you broke into a giggle.

“What?” Dazai watched you both in confusion and amusement, as you flopped backwards against the floor.

“Just-,” you shrugged, before leaning back up on your elbows. “I’m just happy, ‘s all. Am I not allowed to be happy?”

Dazai stretched out his legs under the kotatsu, nudging his feet against yours and letting you intertwine them with one another.

“On the contrary, my love,” the nickname slipped over his lips without his permission, but he couldn’t be bothered to correct himself at the sight of how bashful you grew. “We’d have a problem though if you weren’t.”

You laughed again, covering your face with your hands as you sat up properly again and shook your head.

A/N: It’s Curry Tuesday, because is Japanese that’s an alliteration (curry = カレー - karee, Tuesday = 火曜日 - かようび – kayoubi), also: this is actual karee-kayoubi footage right here

Dazai kept his eyes on you a moment longer, trying to memorize your flustered and amused reaction before he dedicated his attention to the curry again. There was something so infinitely soft and comforting of coming home to finding you waiting for him. Sure, the food was nice, but it was only meaningful because you had made it for him. Because you had turned on the kotatsu and the AC to warm up the flat. Because you had welcomed him home.

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ezelium · 26 days

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IF THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL DEPENDENCE : dazai o.

⟡ CONTENT : your lover who abandoned you in the PM and avoided you for 4 years finally finds you in a familiar back alley.

⟡ WARNINGS : gn!reader , dazai is kinda head over heels , unhealthy (past) relationship , unhappy ending , one sided pining , slight spoilers , open ending , slight ooc , implied major character death/major injury , i didn't keep track of the wc but it's probably around 2k , lowercase writing , probably light angst , not proofread , mentions of alcohol .

⟡ GENRE : gen → oneshot (?)

⟡ A/N : man i used to write good like 2 years ago what happened to that.. i think i need to practice more (。＿。")

also this is SHORT but who cares

you weren't exactly sure what you would do after you lover's disappearance, but it was too late when you were notified of the news anyway. dazai osamu had disappeared on a random day, with no warnings nor any goodbyes.

4 years later, you've been greatly promoted to one of the executives of the port mafia. all your hard work and efforts were paid off. it really wasn't the worst, but you really couldn't excuse yourself for the most crimes you've committed. why were you in the mafia? why did you abandon your past life at the ripe ages of teen years? you weren't exactly sure. the underground wasn't a horrible place for you though.

you've loved many people, you've loved many individuals. 'why was he any different?' you might ask, he wasn't. at the end of the day, he's just another person, another man, an "ordinary" man. the difference was that he held a place in your heart.

to be exact, used to. after his bestfriends death, you never found him again.

he left.

it felt somewhat empty. maybe it was your heart missing the way he held you so tightly, or perhaps it was you missing the way his lips brushed against yours. in the end, your heart still longed for him. or did it? or did it want to fill in the gap? whatever it was, it sure did feel miserable.

chuuya was there for you, yeah, but it's not like you liked him romantically. he's your friend, not lover. you couldn't just get with anyone like that now, could you? you were getting carried away with your thoughts as usual. how lovely, when you had pillars of paperwork to work on. he never left your mind. you didn't like the fact that this topic always made you drift away.

your hand lazily grabbed the pen sitting near your said hand, and grabbed another papersheet to sign, fullfill, or whatever. what was this anyway? 7 sent e-mails were still waiting to be replied from your subordinates, it was almost the deadline. you had a long night in for you. the mafia wasn't exactly all about killing or so, it also came with other "irrelevant" work. luckily for you, you could easily get them done quickly. if only your subordinates weren't lazy jackasses that couldn't get something done ...

needless to say, you were tired. exhausted, even. after hours of non-stop work, you got out of the building to visit a certain street. a street you and he used to go to. that was a long time ago of course. but nevertheless, it still brought you comfort. when it rained it didn't bother you, when it was windy, gloomy or foggy, it never bothered you. the missing piece in your heart couldn't be returned, but at least this odd and dark alleyway could make up for it.

dazai too, was missed you from time to time. you were one of the only people that brought some light to his miserable and pathetic life, it felt stupid to just disappear. he was happier in the armed detective agency than he was in the mafia, but he felt like he didn't belong. was he a burden to them? he didn't want to burden them.

they were better off without him, right? but he couldn't go back to the mafia, right? he should keep his promise, right? he will tire them out someday, right?

this is how he thought most of the time. he felt like an idiot to to leave a person that "actually" wanted him. his self confidence was at low levels today for sure. there was no use crying over spilt milk, either. was he to follow his guts or was he to follow his head? or even his heart, in that matter?

these thoughts repeated over and over and over. it was repetitive, and boring. he was sick of it, he felt sick to the stomach when he thought of you. not because of you being yourself, but because of his past self. he swears he changed though.

the way he used to use you for his gain and his own selfishness back in the old days, made him feel disgusted. how did he not see your worth? you made him eat his heart out. he loved you. he loved you and he didn't recognize your worth. was it too late to fix his mistakes? slacking off today wasn't a great idea perhaps, considering he had to face his thoughts like this.

the couch felt soft and warm as he laid on it with fewer bottles of heavy alcohol sitting next to him. it was nearing midnight, stars were shining the best they can. nights of yokohama were always unsettling and comforting in the best way possible, or maybe that was just the weight he had on his shoulders for years now.

finding a purpose wasn't easy. nothing was. this world was too complicated for a logical man like him. he didn't see the meaning, it was absurd, annoying, and whatever else. he tried to fit in.

no matter how bad he felt, you always found a way to make him feel better. oh, how he missed your soft hugs, your sweet words, your gentleness with him. you were patient and willing to go through all this with him, but that was not the case. he felt as if he was in a daze, and alcohol wasn't helping. if anything, it made him think of more absurd things, which I'm sure nobody would want.

again, he left because of oda's wishes, yes. he promised to change, to protect, to be better. however that meant leaving you in the dark. he didn't think twice before leaving, and remorse was all he felt. he could've thought about it a few times, but maybe in another universe you two are together..

now no need to go over the same thoughts and points over and over again, it makes the story boring doesn't it? — he wasn't sleepy at all, and he definitely wasn't in the mood to go out from some alcohol at all. whatever he could do, maybe he could calm his longing heart by going to that old passage.

you on the other hand, were already there while he was thinking of coming. what a coincidence; though you were unaware of that. your hair fluttered as the wind slowly picked up; black, dusty walls looking as grim as ever. nothing really had changed over the years. the same boxes, the same webs, the same rats never disappeared, it was a home to them as much as it was a home to you. that was lovely, at least it wasn't a bleak situation. you weren't alone.

your feet dangled slowly as you sat on one of the said boxes, not caring of the dust that'll catch on your clothes. who cared anyway at this point? you just needed comfort for once. at least this street was calmer than your workplace, nobody was here to disturb you.

or so you thought. after 20 minutes after you arrived, some light footsteps were alerting the presence of an "intruder". you were quick to catch on and put on your guard; silently getting behind those old pieces of wood. yes the mean the boxes.

and dazai, was quick to catch on that somebody was there. his footsteps faltered for the minute being, sensing and looking around before continuing walking. after he turned the corner, it was a surprise to see him all up in your face.

He. he was here. the shock on both of your faces were evident and you both saw each other's expression, there's no purpose to play around after that. he stopped in short surprise as he saw you, muscles tensing as he acknowledged that it was actually you.

"Ahh, ah. My sweet [name] is here?" he snickered, his words were nothing but meaningless. his voice was as sweet as sugar, but the depth was as hollow as ever. he didn't mean anything to you. no, he didn't, nope. no way. you can't forgive him after what he's done, can you.

he slowly moved his hand upwards; the slow movement indicating nothing but his hesitancy. but you weren't going to let him do whatever you want. just with the blink of an eye — a cold metal piece was against his chest. upon realisation, he took a very, very short step back. he still wasn't sure what to make of the situation at hand.

you got out of the shadow of those boxes, making a small wood bar fall in progress. it hit the ground, making a noise that's louder than it should make. he brought his hands to the silver plate of your gun, his smile not faltering as he looked at you. he was tipsy, but he was still aware of his surroundings. and he was going to work this out.

his eyes weren't giving away anything, no, far from that. he seemed.. happy. he opened his mouth to say something; but you swiftly cut him off. you had better stuff to do than get distracted by his sweet nothings. perhaps he really didn't change. perhaps it's futile.

"i won't hesitate to pull," you warned, pushing the muzzle harder into his chest and steadying your finger around the trigger. your expression was blank, your teeth were clenched. you were angry at him, and had every right to be angry at him. his teasing smile faded the moment your finger tightened around the trigger. a hint of alarm and wariness took over, briefly clouding his bravado.

he wasn't sure if he was facing the same old you. the same old you would be kinder, more softer to him, your older self would be more tolerant to him. he was expecting the same treatment out of his selfishness. yet he wasn't sure what to do after you didn't, so he asked: "what happened to you?"

"what happened to me?" you quickly repeated, not sure what to make of his question either. the question made no sense overall, you just had grown is all. how could he not expect a change after 4 years? at the end it's finally done. actually maybe even he was late; maybe you two just showered each other in lies.

dazai paused for a few seconds, his eyebrows furrowing as he thought of what to say. there was no smile, no nothing. "you weren't like this. this isn't the [name] I know." he said, features changing into dour ones. he thought this would be a more calm talk, a more civil one. yet there he was, with the muzzle of a gun against his heart, by his past lover.

you didn't even want to associate with him anymore, it felt oddly pointless. as if you wanred to give up on him. "i'd call that an achievement. yet you're the same osamu I know." ouch. that hit a little too close to home, didn't it? he was trying to change, but he wasn't sure himself if he was putting any effort. and that sentence you just uttered out of your mouth, reminded him of that.

he knew you wanted to give up on him. he knew it. he knew it. he knew it. despite this, he still loved you. he did. he knew. he did. he knew he did. he still screwed this up.

he felt miserable like this, he knew he fucked up. he knew he messed up real bad this time, and you weren't showing him mercy anymore. he wasn't deserving of another chance anyway. "just hear me out- please." he pleaded, his voice softening. he wanted to be close to you, a gentle expression was all he could make. his hand, ignoring the gun, tried touching yours for the briefest of moments.

you clenched your teeth even harder, just how desperate could he get? "there's no point, dazai." he hated it when you called him by his lastname. it felt as if you were getting further away from him. he didn't want that— the opposite. this really turned out bad. this isn't what he expected, at all. on situations like this, it usually would go like how he wanted it. but this wasn't it. nope, no way. that took a wrong turn, just because he was surprised for a minute.

now that just confirmed how hopeless of a situation it was. he just wanted you back, but you weren't even letting him explain. no, he didn't seem panicked. that's far from the truth. his words were straightforward as they can be, as if they were scripted to come out that way. his hand was on yours now, "you aren't even letting me make amends." his thumb brushed your hand, the bandages adding in extra texture. he wasn't in the mood to deal with this today.

you huffed in response. you were fed up. you were doubting if you actually loved him. you may need to think this over again, now was the time that you're sure you didn't miss him, but rather- your heart just wanted the missing piece inside of it filled. you were sure you weren't blind to love a bastard like this. "you could've at least said goodbye. i was miserable, and yet i still loved you. i knew you were using me. i honestly regret that i ever loved you. why would i let you make amends?"

as much as emotions clouded his judgement, your anger was clouding your own judgement too. the last thing you wanted for him to do now was to try and win you over again, which he was most likely about to do if you didn't intervene. but he was idiotic and selfish right? you couldn't trust him, you couldn't trust such a manipulator who used you in the past.

"[name], my love, it's—"

"don't call me that." you retorted, voice dropping. those words contained nothing but disdain at him.

he paused, "don't tell me things that you don't mean."

"i do mean them more than you think."

"oh really now?"

agghnttmh thank you for reading everyone! <3 i wrote this in 2 days, something i thought was impossible really.. im sorry if its shorter towards the end, i started with so much motivation but finished with so less. therefore, it's kinda short and messy :(

please do tell me if i should write a second part for this, im actually invested but this is all that was supposed to be in this part!

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darling--angst-archived · 9 months

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Hii! congrats on 100 followers!! May I have Sports, (1), Ranpo, Romantic, maybe reader feels sad/lonely due to not exactly feeling as though she deserves ranpo's love so he confronts her about how she seems blue

Sports

Pairing: Ranpo x Civilian! Reader

Type: Oneshot

Genre: Fluff/Comfort

Warnings: kissing

Synopsis: The summer came and it was really stressful for the agency, things went on as usual but Ranpo felt that something was wrong with his lover, and he was right.

A/n: This idea is so cute! I really had fun writing this :)

Event // Ada. Masterlist // M.Masterlist

The hot summer breeze passed through the open windows of the agency and the complaints of the the members are all you can hear.

"Kunikidaa! Can you set the temperature a little lower?" Ranpo complained from his desk, a mini fan just beside his sweating face.

"I'm afraid not Ranpo-kun, we have to spend less since our budget is a little off because there aren't that many requests that have yet been completed" Kunikida continued typing on his laptop despite his hair being completely completely soaked with his sweat.

"Kunikida-kun!! I'm bored!" Dazai's muffled cries was heard from the lounge, his face planted on the couch. He ignored him but stopped when he heard Yosano step out of the infirmary with her machete on hand.

"Do you need something Yosano-sensei?" He asks slowly turning to face her.

"Does anyone want to go to the mall with me? I have to buy some supplies?"

"Maybe I could go with you, after finishing this document.. but may I ask why do you have your machete with you.?" He asked.

"Well before going I'd like to ask someone if they want treatment" She nonchalantly responded. Everyone except Ranpo and Dazai dropped cold sweat her words before ducking as she made a finger like motion on who to chose. Unfortunately for Kunikida, he was on his chair and he ducked last.

"Hmm... Oh! It seems like you really like my treatment Kunikida..." She smirked before walking towards him.

"Wait-! Yosano-sensei! I still have things to do in my schedule! Please!" He screamed as Yosano dragged him inside the infirmary. After that, everyone let out a sigh they have been holding, not minding his screams.

"hmm... I miss (name)-chan.." Ranpo muttered, his right cheek squashed on the table.

The day went on per usual. Kunikida was shining, with drool slipping past his lips as his chin laid on his desk after Yosano operated on him for 7 times. Dazai was slacking off in the couch, sweat pooling on the cushions. Naomi was clinging onto Tanizaki, their body heat and sweat mixing as she clung onto his side. Kenji and Atsushi were out on a mission about an exploding car. Ranpo was on his desk with his mini-fan and snacks, it was a normal day but he suddenly had a feeling that something is wrong, or that something will go wrong.

It was finally time for clock out. He watched as the clock slowly ticked each second until the bell rang. Grabbing his things, he walked passed Kunikida who was closing his laptop, and met Dazai just by the door, throwing in his coat.

"See you tomorrow everyone!" Dazai hummed before completely walking out the Agency. Ranpo didn't even say goodbye to them, he rushed out, only throwing in his hat, he left; earning confusion from many.

"Hmm.. something's wrong with Ranpo-kun.." Tanizaki stated.

"Maybe an emergency? Anyway let's get that cake from last time Jun'ichirō!" Naomi tossed herself into him, getting both of them out of balance. The other agency members didn't mind them and continued to leave with the same thought: "is Ranpo really okay? Did he and (name) argue?"

Ranpo walked on the sidewalk of Yokohama to his and his lover's shared apartment. His heads was filled with thoughts on what may be wrong, and before he knew it, he reached his destination. Opening the door, he stumbles on a table of untouched food, covered by a cloche. He muttered a small "I'm home" before he removed his shoes and hung his coat on the hanger, looking around, he saw no signs of you. He started to panic now, he was about to barge inside the bedroom until he heard your footsteps. You opened the door to see Ranpo with opened and wide eyes.

"Oh hey love welcome home" you tried your best to smile and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Yeah.." It was the only thing he said before he followed you to the dining area. He thought that he was too paranoid but he couldn't help but notice the smudged concealer below your eyes. He never said anything about it, afraid that his suspicious are true, hoping to have something prove him wrong.

The dinner was quiet. The only sounds are the utensils hitting the plate and the small buzzing of the florescent light hanging on the ceiling. You were now cleaning, as you picked up his plate to clean the dishes he stopped you.

"Is something wrong, dear?" He asked you but you only halted from your movements before continuing to put the plate on the sink.

"Yeah, of course! Why would I be not?" You faced him to try smile at him. He stood up and now you were looking at him straight in the eyes.

"You're not." He stated, his hand finding it's way to your cheek, caressing it. You leaned into his hand, feeling his warmth, and you unconsciously smiled before responding:

"I am." You let out a breathless sigh before you flinched as his thumb smudged the concealer beneath your eyes.

"What's this.?" He looked at his thumb and your eyes widened. He already knew the answer but he wanted to hear it from you.

"it's- it's nothing.!" You slapped his hand away but only then did you realize what you did.

"Your eyes are puffy.. now please tell me what really happened.." He reached for your cheek, wanting to convince you to tell him the truth.

"I... I'm sorry" you ignored his question, more focused on what you did. Hanging your head low, you clenched your fists. Your expression darkened and thoughts ran on your mind: "I'm hurt him... I should've never done that.. now he will leave me! No,nono!". Panicking, your hands trembled and he tried calling your name but you didn't respond.

"Dear.. dear... (name)!" He grabbed you by the shoulder slightly shaking you, snapping you out of your thoughts. Tears unconsciously began to pool up in the corners of your eyes as you looked up and saw him giving you a concerned look on his face.

"Ranpo.?" You muttered and he let out a breathy sigh of relief.

"I know something is wrong.. so please just tell me.?" He confronted you and your breath hitched at his question. "There really is nothing to hide from you, the world's greatest detective—no from Edogawa Ranpo.." you thought to yourself, biting your lower lip.

"Ranpo..." You let out a breathless sigh and he tensed up at your actions.

"Just tell me what's wrong. I'll make sure to fix it.. please" The last part was more like a whisper yet his voice cracked. Your eyes widened at his words and thought: "He really is perfect.. He'll comfort me when I'm upset and he goes out of his way to make sure I feel alright... While I... I do nothing..". Your head hung low once again, biting your lip, and trying to stop the incoming tears that blurred your vision.

"Ranpo.. I love you.. but you deserve someone better.. someone who can solve crimes, who can keep up with your intellect.. and someone who- someone who isn't me" You struggled to say those words but you knew it was the truth. He struggled to find meaning behind your words, his hand never left your shoulder in an attempt to make sure you'll face him.

"Hey.. it doesn't matter that you're job is not related to a detective's work... It never mattered if you can't keep up with my so called intellect—" he said softly, lifting your chin up to look at him, and brushing away the tears that escaped your eyes. You were puzzled with what he's saying but nonetheless, you listened, feeling comfort in him.

"—you're you. And that's what makes me love you. You keep up with my childish antics, you help me understand things I find trivial, and most importantly, because you found a way to love me sincerely.. you saw me as Edogawa Ranpo and not as my title as the World's Greatest Detective" He softly removed a strand of hair from your face, then he gently cupped your cheeks.

"But I-" having tried find your words you tried to speak up but you can't as he already hushed you with a deep and passionate kiss. You closed your eyes tasting a faint taste of sweet candy while feeling butterflies in your stomach. A few seconds passed by before your lips parted, he brushed away some tears that unconsciously left your eyes before leaning his forehead with yours.

"I would be not be the World's Greatest Detective but a fool if I were to let you go" He whispered in your ear before kissing your forehead, cheeks, and the back of your hand in a gentleman-like-manner.

"Now let's go I'm sleepy!" He leaded you to your shared bedroom by the hand.

"But what about the dishes-?" Before you could protest he hushed you by saying:

"The dishes can wait for tomorrow, I can't!" With that you gleefully smiled at him.

That night both of you slept in each other's embrace, cuddling below the blanket, using one another as your personal pillow. You felt warm and secure around Ranpo and he felt the same with you. He doesn't know what he'll do in life without you and you don't know how you will be without him.. You two really are perfect for each other.

A/n: When I was writing this the whole idea was so fluffy and sweet hile my earphones was playing intense violin concertos/op by Tchaikovsky..

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chuuyrr · 7 months

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AND I HOPE I NEVER LOSE YOU — DAZAI OSAMU & NAKAHARA CHUUYA

౨ৎ CW(s): f! gojo! reader, spoilers for bungo stray dogs season 5 and jujutsu kaisen shinjuku showdown arc

౨ৎ SYNOPSIS: in which they almost lose you as you fight against the special grade curse, ryomen sukuna

inspired by: anon's angst request + my urge to write justice (somewhat) for canon! gojo satoru in jjk + taylor swift's cornelia street live in paris !

the fight was going smoothly, he thinks as he observes from a distance with the armed detective agency.

he had never been this terrified before, especially since the curse had used his malevolent shrine earlier. he couldn't handle the sight of a thousand cuts and your own blood on your skin as a result of your opponent's ability.

you failed to destroy mahoraga with a single shot with your limitless: reversal red. you were now suffering from severe nosebleeds and dizziness as a result of having to use your domain expansion against the sukuna, and the three versus one play against you was beginning to wear on you.

you were able to take care of it by reversing your limitless ability, your innate infinity, allowing you to continue battling, but unfortunately, mahoraga was summoned right in front of their eyes, and the tide had changed.

most importantly, the untouchable was now touchable.

and then those tides came crashing down the sukuna utter, "i will never forget you, gojo [name],"

DAZAI OSAMU was generally calm. he was capable of studying and predicting any circumstance, in fact he had always had everything under control, but even with his trust in you, a part of him couldn't help but feel terrified.

he was practically chewing on his nail with the skin on the sides picked on from nervousness.

at first, dazai couldn't believe it as the ringing in his ears drowned out the cries of his colleagues, the armed detective agency, for you.

he stood there, stunned, forced immobile by the macabre image of you being practically ripped in half in the most terrible way possible by sukuna, but then he was overcome with a rage he had never felt before.

the former port mafia executive's bloodlust was felt by the armed detective agency, but they were overtaken by the same great emotion of wrath. you weren't a member, but you were now a part of them, and you were also dazai's one and only.

there was a knock at the door as you stood in the brightly illuminated classroom, surrounded by your colleagues, such as nanami and haibara, and even your missing partner, suguru. you took a breather from the discussion and smiled.

your yaga-sensei was already shaking his head, but with a smile, "looks like you've got to go."

you wave them all goodbye and turn to face the door, elbowing suguru when he teases you, but the door slid open.

and when you heard his voice, dazai's voice, you felt more alive than you had in a long time.

your eyes shoot open with a sudden gasp, and the first thing you notice is dazai's tearful brown eyes staring down at you. you'd never seen him so vulnerable or full with emotion before.

you were still a little dizzy, but his touch was enough to ground you.

the way you were just now reminded him too much of oda before he died in his arms. dazai cups your face in his hands and continues to cry. he was literally shaking as he held you tightly for dear life.

"osamu..?" you muster out softly, glancing about at the damage you wreaked before with the sukuna, but he couldn't care less right now.

all that mattered to him right now was that you were alive and breathing again.

"w-wait, sukuna. where the hell is he?" you grunt, sitting up to prop yourself up.

you were ready to get back on your feet now that you've regained consciousness and gotten your body back in shape despite your ripped clothes, but dazai stops you.

his pair of strong arms tighten around your torso, causing you to lose your balance and collapse on top of him.

"osamu—" your eyes open for a brief moment at his movements, but you soon return to silence as he cuts you off.

dazai presses his lips into yours, silencing you as he kisses you hard. your hands reach towards his shoulders and grab them. you close your eyes as the only thing that mattered right now was the feeling of his soft lips against yours.

a wordless groan escapes from him as he sought to hush any more words that dare to escape your lips with his own.

"don't ever leave me again!" dazai exhales as he breaks away from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours and stroking your cheek.

you can't help but cry as the realization of nearly dying settles deep into your skin. however you didn't need to know anything more because you already knew it was yosano's doing given your knowledge of her ability

you rest your head against his chest, sighing deeply, "i'm so sorry, osamu. it's okay, i'm here now. okay?"

dazai becomes quiet, burying his face in your hair, kissing the top of your head, and inhaling your scent as he continues to cling to you, frightened to let go, believing you would vanish the moment he does.

he was just so glad and relieved to be able to feel your warmth on his own flesh again, and see you breathing with such life, that he couldn't help but pepper urgent kisses on your face as he cups your face in his hands, as if he wouldn't be able to shower you with his love again ever again.

"i love you," he whispers as he stares longingly into your eyes, "please don't ever scare me like that again, sweetheart."

"you won't lose me again," you reply with a smile tugging your lips before kissing his own lips again as you pull yourself closer to him, wanting to feel his warmth and embrace all over again.

NAKAHARA CHUUYA's heart was pounding so hard that he couldn't breathe. his chest clenched to the point where he couldn't move when he witnessed sukuna's ability work against you, cutting through you as if you losing arm wasn't awful enough.

it was a horrible, horrible feeling.

perhaps it was worse than having to resort to corruption, especially when that goddamn curse says he will never forget you.

you lay there on the ground, staring up at the sky, slowly losing your breath, and for a brief moment, you could hear ringing in your ears—a white noise, as if telling you that it was all over.

in any case, you couldn't feel the pain anymore, and it was beginning to seem like heaven for some strange reason, and the way the sky looked reminded you of chuuya's gray-blue eyes, which made you chuckle.

when your eyes become heavy, you close them, and the voices in the background become muffled. you find yourself in a familiar setting. there was your old partner, suguru, as well as colleagues like nanami and haibara.

despite the injury to you and the blood you were gushing, you already had your eyes closed and a smile on your face, and it left chuuya in ruins.

the port mafia executive runs screaming towards your body as soon as it touches the concrete. his hands trembled as he drew you to him.

"no, no, no!" he screams urgently for your name as yosano, a doctor from the armed detective agency, rushes into action, briefly abandoning the others and the fight they were having against your opponent to administer to you.

yosano screams for her ability, activating it and a swarm of butterflies flutters about you. chuuya was sobbing now, and he didn't care. he doesn't care if a member of the detective agency or anyone else sees him in this state.

"fuck, come back to me! [name]! damn it, come back to me, will you?!" chuuya desperately cries for you, shaking you violently, as the ability of the doctor courses through you.

"please, please. don't you fucking die on me like this, sweetheart," chuuya's voice crumbles even more as he cradles your body against his.

you can't help but feel so at peace. everyone else was discussing the upcoming assignment, but you were joking with your companion, who was once again arguing with you.

it not like you two ever had the same ideology in the first place, but it had always been like way for you and suguru.

right now, you were surrounded by the people you cared about, including riko, the girl you swore to protect when she was given to you for a mission. she, too, was cheerful and content with her own family, her carer, kuroi.

everything was in place, except for one thing. as though there was a void in your chest. suguru notices when you stop talking and sighs.

"you know, you should go, [name]," suguru says with a shake of his head.

"and where do you suppose i go?" you grumble and roll your eyes, folding your arms.

a sad expression crosses his face for a short while since he knows you can't be with them yet, which causes you to raise your brow.

but then suguru suddenly laughs and shoves you off your chair, causing you to tumble, "oh, you know where. now get out of here, idiot!"

and that's when you heard him right then and there. chuuya.

your chuuya is reaching out to you.

chuuya was already fatigued, bloodied, and in pain, yet the feeling of only using corruption against that damned curse couldn't compare to you. not after what sukuna has done to you.

he was still out of breath as he opened his mouth, unable to formulate any proper words. chuuya peers down at your motionless form, his chest aching.

the feeling was so overwhelming to him that red marks began to appear on his skin again, his own body unconsciously activating corruption.

"oh grantors of dark disgrace," the sentences were already running from his lips in yearning to be with you, but his heart skips a beat for a split second just as he was about to continue it.

"chuuya, stop," it was your voice.

the red markings on his skin fade the moment he hears it, somehow finding the strength to stop it on his own. he raises his face in great disbelief. yosano's ability had pushed through.

"[name]? [name]!" chuuya exclaims as he sees you standing with yosano supporting your back and dazai holding your arms to keep you steady.

chuuya is dizzy from the immense relief that pours over him, but he rushes towards you nonetheless, nearly falling as he throws his arms around you, bringing you to his body.

your entire body was now entirely healed, thanks to the detective agency's doctor's capacity to treat any bodily exterior damage for as long as the target was half-dead. however, your body was slackened with exhaustion.

white dots danced about your peripheral vision as you acclimated to your surroundings after being on the verge of death seconds before, but all you could focus on right now was the fact that you could still hear, see, and feel chuuya.

"you idiot!" chuuya shouts, worried and angry, though it sounded like nonsense because he had been sobbing the entire time. he was also aggressively squeezing your body with his arms, trapping you against his chest.

"what if you fucking died, huh?! what would i fucking do?" he rambles on, his hands desperately clinging to you.

"i know, i know," you breathe heavily, placing an arm around his shoulder and drawing yourself closer to him as if your current proximity wasn't enough.

chuuya opens his mouth to raise his voice once more, but the words that come out of his mouth are softer and tinged with discomfort. he shifts one of his hands, tenderly touching your cheek as he kisses your lips with a groan.

"don't you dare die on me like that again.." he mutters quietly, planting another kiss on your lips, kissing you as if it were his last one with you before burying his face into your neck, feeling your now warm skin against him,

"i love you too much, sweetheart."

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piichuu · 5 months

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♡ NEW HAIRDRESSER - OSAMU DAZAI

WARNINGS: not proofread, fluff, gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 528

DECEMBER DRABBLES

“baby, you’ve cut hair before, right?” dazai asks from the couch while you’re busy watering a bouquet of flowers you were given by the man himself a few weeks ago.

you look at him with a raised brow and shrug your shoulders. “well, i’ve cut my friend’s hair once, but i didn’t really cut much. why?” you can already guess what it is he’s about to ask, but you can’t help but feel curious as to why he would want you to cut his hair instead of a real hairdresser.

“my hair is getting so long, and i wanna be with you. so maybe you could help me cut it?” those puppy eyes he flashes your way aren’t needed in the first place, but it only makes your yes clearer. “okay, but we’ll have to go to the bathroom for that.”

dazai nods and gets up from the couch to quickly grab your hand and pull you towards the bathroom. his eyes are sparkling as he sits on the toilet lid and you can’t help but giggle at his excited state. “i’ll go grab a chair for you instead,” you speak, placing a quick kiss to his head before leaving a room and getting a chair.

you place it in the middle of the room and dazai sits down on it without a word, watching as you begin to search for a scissor to cut his hair. “it’s not my fault if you get an ugly haircut, okay? you asked for this,” you say and the man in front of you nods.

he keeps a smile on his face as you begin cutting small strands of his hair so it will no longer be in the way of his eyes. dazai can’t help but look up at you, but you continue to tell him that he needs to look straight forward so you can cut it better.

“just don’t cut it too short, want you to be able to play with my hair still,” he mumbles, causing you to giggle quietly before leaning down to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “i won’t, i’ll just cut it so it isn’t in the way for your eyes.”

you hold his head still while few pieces of hair land on the floor and it doesn’t take long until you’re done, ruffling his hair slightly. “all done, you can look at yourself in the mirror. it isn’t too much of a change though.”

dazai gets up from the chair and goes to stand by the mirror, inspecting his new haircut you’ve given him. “thank you baby! you’re the best hair cutter,” he’s quick to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close to his chest. his lips meet the top of your head before he cups your face in his hands and kisses your lips. “you’ll help me clean up the hair, you know,” you say.

your boyfriend whines and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck but eventually gives in, going to grab the trash can where you can throw all the hair. “but when we’ve cleaned up, we’ll cuddle, right?” “yes dazai, we’ll cuddle.”

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reixtsu · 8 months

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Dazai: I don’t need friends. They disappoint me.

Y/n: Then who is Chuuya to you?

Y/n: Is he not your friend?

Dazai:

Chuuya:

Dazai: Rivals with benefits.

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heytherelysia · 1 year

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dazai w/ a quiet + stern reader

hi so i have no idea what's up in the recent s4 bsd and im so eepy to start watching it but i love goosamu w all my heart. tried to not make this as self-insert-y as much as possible. format is very messy as it shifts to bulleted to non-bulleted.

gn reader, established relationship, semi-proofread and kinda horrible grammar, pretty tame mention of double suicide, very cheesy fluff, potentially ooc dazai.

he is the definition of what a menace is.

several papers that are scattered on the table, in need of your review and signature. in the midst of inking the papers, a finger twirls the side of your hair, and so you realize that the papers are not the only thing that acquires your attention.

you glance at the man next to you, a singular hand cups his face, twirling your hair as he kicks his feet, mimicking a lovesick schoolgirl. although, he isn't bothering you as much as he usually does. you return to your duties and he hums a song, possibly another improvised double suicide song.

osamu makes up the absence of speech you speak, he is the first to ask you how your day was when you come home. despite that you do not speak until necessary, it does not bother him. he loves hearing your voice, even if it's coming from your usual one-to-two word sentences.

your eyes and mind are occupied to the laptop before you, checking for requests that are in need of the detective's attention, but it appears that none of them are worth the agency's help, so you snap to the pile of papers next to the device.

you were accustomed to the sight of stacked papers as you rarely attend missions in the agency unless the situation is dire, that was the nature of your job as a detective. nevertheless, the agency is home to you, even with the rapscallions that also reside in the agency. one of them was near and dear to your heart.

the front door of the office was kicked by a loud 'bang!', so you hold your thought and looked up from that papers.

"good morning belladonaaaa ♡" you look at him with your eyes half closed as he approached your seat.

"...you're late, were you floating by the river again?"

"oh come on! don't be like that!" as if he was a child, he pouts and look to the side. now that he's much closer to you, your eyes instinctively snap to his other hand that's hidden on his back.

you give him a look of curiosity, "what's that behind you?" osamu snaps back to reality, he looks at you and the hidden item gripped in his hands, then he giggles. "...we're not exactly alike but... i'm thankful that we clicked and let alone that you wanted to be with me. i hope you would at least accept this as my immense thanks for you."

despite the fact that you have been dating the man for a long time now, dazai is an enigma to you. even when he has opened up to you regarding his past and suicidal nature, you feel as if you don't know everything about him, but it was never to the point that you think he is dangerous.

the subtle smile that appears on his face as he slowly gives you a bouquet of flowers made you think so.

you are only now able to notice that flowers aren't the only thing containing the bouquet now that you're actually holding it. "my favorite foods? ...you remember?"

"of course" he chuckles, "the way to their heart is through their stomach, don't you agree?"

...

the two of you found the agency members peeking through the door, literally stacked upon each other. they ran off when the both of you acknowledged their presence.

as his superior and partner, you constantly have to tame him even if it means he'll sit still for just a minute.

you suffer the same fate as kunikida and chuuya in having to deal with him, you can't tell if his continuous chatter makes your ears ring or if it's music to your ears.

literally the "talks a lot x listens" dynamic. he babbles all the words and you politely listen. dazai needs a listener anyways.

he invites you to go with him in his adventure to find the best way to go to the next life during your breaks. in some cases that you agree, you're just by the side reading a book, like a parent who is helping their child on the swing.

...

writing this made me realize that i'm horrible at writing dialogues and way better in writing descriptions.

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yukikogazingthestars · 3 months

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Dazai with a S/O who has cold behavior

Tw// suicide? Injuries?

When Dazai says about Double Suicide, she will just reply,”please do it alone. I have no plan to die today” and he will complain nonstop how she is so cold and cruel. When someone who found Dazai messing in the city to suicide called her, she will just reply,”Oh, please do tell him,good luck this time”. She doesn't care about Dazai’s debt in the cafe and she may not even care if the waitress of the cafe is scolding Dazai for his long-listed debt.She even says,"make sure you leave an insurance for me to pay your debt"

But,all her cold behaviors have gone when she knows something or someone is really messing with Dazai. She will be the most panicked and unstable girl in the world when she hears about Dazai being in Danger. She will scold him with tears when she finds that Dazai was hurt from his job. She will scold him nonstop while she is tending to his wounds. She will even hit him softly while she is scolding and crying.

Dazai will be so hurt and so happy at the same time when he sees his s/o open to him. Well, he isn't a sadist so he isn't happy to see her crying but he will be happy to see his s/o’s care and love for him even though she was always cold towards him.

He will say,” Don't cry pretty, I will never be careless and get hurt again” and wipe her tears.His S/O will hug him tightly. He can't tell whether she is intentionally hurting him with a tight hug or just hugging. But, in the end, everything will be okay and that's all that matters.

Even without the injuries,we all know he is clingy and needs attention 24/7. So, if his s/o has cold behavior,he will complain and throw a tantrum until she gives up.

#bsd dazai #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd dazai x reader #bsd dazai osamu #anime x reader #bungo stray dogs x y/n #bungo stray dogs x you #dazai osamu x reader

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honeydazai · 2 years

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Dazai Osamu -> gun play

content: nsfw, guns, power imbalance, riding, fear play, beast!Dazai, rough oral sex with a gun, praise, degradation | reblogs & comments appreciated!

~0,8k words | kinktober masterlist

“My, my, you're not getting tired, are you?” Dazai's lilting voice made your blood run cold.

The second you raised your head to meet his gaze, unreadable as always, your breath caught in your throat and, despite the way your thighs were shaking with exhaustion, you quickly shook your head.

“Good, good. That'd be quite a shame.” A pause. “Though I'd know just how to motivate you again, darling.”

It was ridiculously hard to focus on his words, especially with the way the tip of Dazai's dick kept nudging against your most sensitive spot relentlessly.

Sweat caused your skin to glisten in the low light, your nails dug into the rich fabric of his, most likely ridiculously expensive, suit where you were holding onto his shoulders in order not to lose balance.

God, you had no idea what he was even talking about, though you weren't left guessing for long.

The sensation of cold metal pressing against your chin made you freeze mid-movement, half of his cock still inside of you, your legs trembling and eyes widening.

You were fairly sure your heart was causing permanent damage to your ribcage with how strongly it was beating against it, an erratic pattern stemming from fear.

The gun only grazed against the skin of your forehead, barely touching you at all; not that that was even the slightest bit reassuring.

Still, it made the shock when, suddenly, the muzzle was pressed against your head more firmly all the greater. Your breath stuttered in your throat.

“Hurry it up, yes, bella?” Despite the amusement that was all but dripping from his tone, Dazai's visible eye showed no trace of true emotion. His smirk had an uncanny edge to it. “We don't have all day. I've got a meeting in about five — ah, four now — minutes. Remember?”

Of course you remembered, though it really wasn't your fault Dazai took ages to cum. Right?

Not that you would have ever dared to say that out loud.

You certainly didn't have a death wish.

Instead, you gave a shaky nod while dropping back down onto his dick, a breathy moan escaping you at the stretch. “Yes, sir. Of course.”

“Good girl.” Even praise sounded nothing but mocking from his mouth, though the words sent heat up your spine nonetheless, lust coiling in your stomach.

Your arousal was sticking to your inner thighs, showing just how needy you were, how desperate for him to take you properly — though you doubted that was going to happen today.

Like this, it was easy to forget about the threat of the gun still held against your forehead; you couldn't help but focus on the way you fucked yourself dumb on his cock instead, bouncing up and down all too eagerly, each movement accompanied by wet squelching noises.

That was until, suddenly, steel pressed against your lips, then pushed between them and into your mouth; the gun rested heavy on your tongue for a moment before it was thrust in further.

A pitiful noise left your mouth; an alarmed moan as your brows furrowed into a frown, your body trying to squirm away without your permission, fully on instinct.

Dazai's grip on the back of your head was quick to prevent that.

“Be good now”, he chided. “Just imagine it's my dick instead. You always seem to enjoy yourself so terribly much when I let you suck me off. This is no different. Right?”

Yeah, sure; no difference at all, except for the fact that it outright hurt when the muzzle hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag.

“Come on. Is that the best you can do?” A chuckle, utterly mean-spirited. “Surely not. You usually put much more effort into your blow jobs.”

Hot tears dripped down your flushed cheeks as your tongue moved around the metal, the feeling awkward, yet, still, you clenched tightly around Dazai, earning you a low moan and another laugh.

“You're trying really hard to pretend that you're not enjoying this, but your pretty cunt is arguably worse at lying.”

You merely whimpered in response, all too focused on your tasks — riding him while blowing a damn gun, God.

A knock startled you.

Oh.

The meeting.

“Ah, that's a shame.” Dazai tilted his head to the side, blinking. “Seems you didn't make it in time.”

A sudden clicking noise made you flinch, your whole body tight with tension. Dazai's low groan when he came, your wet walls pulsing around him, was a stark contrast to the high-pitched noise of fear you let out.

“Did you seriously think I'd shoot you while I'm still inside of you? That'd be pretty disgusting.” A breathless laugh. “It wasn't loaded, love.”

He pulled the gun, now wet with saliva, out of your mouth, only to reach for his glass, dark whiskey swirling inside. With his voice raised, he then called; “Let them in.”

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osaemu · 8 months

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Could you by any chance do a really affectionate reader x dazai?? I feel like it would be so cute with the two of them being all affectionate w each other 🤭

dazai's love language is definitely physical touch.

during his time in the mafia, words and promises had very little value — after all, actions speak much louder than words.

and when it comes to you, it's not that dazai doesn't believe you when you say you love him. it's just that he's been trained not to. old habits die hard.

thankfully, you caught onto this quickly, and tried a different route.

"hm? ah, good morning, sweetheart. care for a cup of coffee? we can stop by the café on the way to—"

oh, his face when you interrupt him with a kiss is priceless.

usually, dazai was the one who initiated physical affection in your relationship. he was always leaning on you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, even randomly hugging you from behind unexpectedly.

over the next few days, as you gradually did the same to him, dazai somehow seemed more comfortable with you than ever.

dazai's slender fingers always seemed to be intertwined with yours, and his hugs and kisses had somehow become even more frequent than before.

and one late tuesday night when you're half asleep in his arms, dazai finally whispers the words he danced around and avoided saying for so long.

"i love you."

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sweetbbyshion · 2 years

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Good morning ❤️ could I please do 89 with akutagawa 😂.

Ask game!!

Dirty texts

-> Ryūnosuke Akutagawa x Reader (no pronouns used)

characters: Ryūnosuke Akutagawa

warnings: uh ig nudes were sent. other than that its all good

Akutagawa was a horrible texter. If you call him and you're lucky, he might pick up. But texts? He rarely saw them and if he did he rarely answered. So it was pretty common for you to spam text your boyfriend and get an answer four hours a

later.

You sit naked in front of the mirror, legs spread wide and back a bit arched with the phone covering your face to take a lewd pic to send to your boyfriend. It was something you did often, not even a bit ashamed to send pictures and videos of different poses and situations to provoke your boyfriend. But Akutagawa would only see them when he got home, after you asked if he saw what you sent. So you think it will be the same thing this time as you press send and your nude body fills your screen with three pictures. You settle the phone on the bed and move to the wardrobe to get some clothes. As you pick some clothes your phone starts ringing loudly, startling you a bit. You couldn't be more surprised when a very unflattering picture of your boyfriend shows up on the screen signaling that he is calling you.

“Ryu? Is everything ok?”

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!” he replies and you can sense how embarrassed he is.

“I didn't think you would see them! You never check your phone.”

Your boyfriend takes a deep breath on the other side of the line and you have to hold a laugh. You hear some ruffling and a door closing.

“I’m on my way home.”

“What about the meeting?”

“It can wait.”

You look, surprised, at your phone. Akutagawa never left earlier and he certainly never rushed home to have sex with you. Maybe you got lucky today. Either that or he was on his way to kill you for interrupting the meeting. You guess you’ll find you when he gets home.

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system-to-the-madness · 4 months

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Midnight At Osanbashi Pier - Dazai Osamu x Reader

Pairing: Dazai Osamu x fem!Reader Genre: hurt/comfort - fluff Word Count: 2 611 Warnings: OOC!Dazai (sorry), sexual harassment (not by Reader or Dazai!) Summary: Your date for New Years starts getting pushy but luckily Dazai is there to interfere A/N: For @un-lawliet ... and the photographs are actually from taken from Osanbashi Pier in Yokohama on New Years Eve 2023

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Behind your back, blue lights of the harbour illumination were sparkling brightly in the last minutes of the old year, but their glitter did nothing to easy your discomfort. You really regretted having agreed to this date with the barista from the café you always picked the Armed Detective Agency's order up from. Especially since the longer the date progressed the more you wished you had instead agreed to spend New Year's Eve with the other members of the ADA. The man, John, was cute, with huge blue eyes and lazily sideways swiped hair, the American accent in his voice giving his speech a charming tilt.

And he was a welcome distraction from those coffee-brown eyes that kept haunting you.

Dazai was your coworker, you kept telling yourself, and he was the flirtiest man you knew. He flirted pretty much with everything and anything that crossed his path, except for you. In the beginning you had been rather happy he hadn't focused on you the same way he did with everyone else, but the better you got to know him, the more you hoped he'd also pay attention to you the way he seemed to do with everyone else. Sure, receiving the attention you had been craving for the past year would probably only make your feelings for him worse and end in heartbreak, considering he could never be serious. You had seen him go out with enough girls only to barely acknowledge them after, as if one date had been enough for him to completely lose any and all interest in them entirely. You feared if Dazai were to ever direct his attention to you, you'd end up meeting the same fate.

Your thoughts got interrupted by two warm and strong hands on your waist, making you tense up. Your date, John, had tried being handsy with you all evening and honestly, the more he tried the more your alarm bells rang. Not to mention that the date didn't go as planned at all. First he had been late and had dragged you to some cheap pizza place instead of the rice bowl restaurant you had agreed on. Then he had continued talking only about himself and how amazing it was for him to have scored a place in the exchange program to Japan before he even started making degrading comments about your "office job" because, unwilling to explain to him about abilities and the ADA, you had told him you worked as an assistant in a detective agency, which he had somehow understood as an invitation to look down on all office workers ever.

You should have called it quits after that, telling him you wanted to end the date there and instead have called up Kunikida to pick you up, so you could spend the rest of the evening with your coworkers and friends. But John had convinced you to come to Osanbashi Pier with him, so you had only sent a quick text to Atsushi, complaining about your situation.

Sure, the view over the harbour towards night-time Yokohama was fantastic and the light show, the illumination and the music creating a beautiful atmosphere, but with John sticking to your side, trying to pull you in every chance he got, you'd be lying if you said it didn't destroy the mood.

"Only ten seconds left of this year now," he whispered his tall frame towering over you, warm breath fanning over your ear, making you shudder.

The crowd around you began a count down, and you pressed closer to the balustrade of the pier, trying to avoid the overbearing contact with John's body, but he only stepped closer.

The Ferris Wheel at the other side of the harbour counted down the remaining seconds, colourful lights shining through the cool December night. You wondered what their light would look like reflected in Dazai's eyes.

Just when the countdown hit two, John spun you around to face him, and leant in. Panic surged through you, and before his lips could touch yours, you twisted in his arms, pushing away from him.

"What do you think you're doing," you shouted over the cheering of the crowd around you as the clock stroke midnight. The Ferris Wheels lit up in all colours of the rainbow.

"New Year's Kiss, what did you think," John grinned broadly as if he were proud of himself, reaching for your waist again to pull you back in.

"No thanks, I'm good," you denied.

His expression shifted from overly cheerful to threatening.

"I think I deserve one, don't you? I've been very patient with you the whole evening!"

"I said no." You tried sounding strong, but somehow a proper fight was a lot easier than standing up for yourself. Carefully you took a step back.

"What do you mean, no?"

Another step back and you collided with something warm an firm; the chest of another guest.

"I do suppose she meant it in the way it usually is used, as a denial or rejection," a male voice interrupted, the voice belonging to the man you had stumbled into. A shiver ran down your spine as you recognised it as Dazai's. What was he doing here? "But do correct me if I'm wrong, my love." Affectionately he patted your head as he always did. The contact sent excited sparks through your body.

"Who the hell are you," John snarled, taking a threatening step towards Dazai and you. Instinctively you tensed, preparing to defend yourself, but then Dazai's hand slipped from your head to rest on your shoulder instead, and you knew he was ready to pull you behind himself, should the need arise.

"The person who will make sure to snap your hands off at the wrist if you dare touching her again without her explicit wish."

You knew Dazai's words were directed at John to protect you, but you still couldn't help the shiver that ran down your spine at the ice in his voice. Feeling you tremble, Dazai squeezed your shoulder gently through the long coat you were wearing, his caring touch such a strong contrast to the threat in his words.

"Dazai-"

Carefully you turned around to face him, trusting him to warn you in time should John try to move in. His usually warm brown eyes were hardened with disgust, leaving no doubt about how angry he was on your behalf. Behind your back, somewhere over the harbour, fireworks exploded in the night sky, earning "ahh"s and "ohh"s from the crowd around you. The reds and greens lit Dazai's face up from one side, making him look even more threatening. But you also couldn't help but think that if the expression in his eyes had been softer, he would have looked angelic.

"What's your problem, man," John asked, sounding truly annoyed now.

"My problem is that you tried to kiss her when she clearly told you she didn't want you to. We might go as far as calling it sexual assault," Dazai hissed, trying to take a step forward, but you placed your hand at his chest, stopping him. With every deep inhale he took the cool fabric of his open coat shifted slightly over the smooth material of the expensive waistcoat he wore, giving away how worked up he was. Immediately his brown eyes flickered down to your hand on his chest and then your eyes.

"Don't," you mumbled and Dazai's eyes softened immediately.

"What? You gonna let her put a leash on you like some fucking dog?" John's continuously raised voice started drawing the attention of the people around you to the dispute, making you want to hide against Dazai's chest.

"Oh, kinky," the detective chuckled. "Are you into that, my love?" The last part was directed at you, driving heat to your cheeks.

"Hey-"

John took a step forward, but before you could react, Dazai had shoved you behind him.

"If you take one more step, we'll find out if I can throw you far enough that you'll actually hit the harbour and not the street below," Dazai warned, the playful edge in his voice having vanished again entirely, leaving only a sharp cold. "What do you think, my love? It's quite far to the water. Think he'll make it?"

Tightly gripping onto Dazai's arm, should he actually plan on making good on his words, you directed your attention to John again.

"You should leave," you advised.

Much to your surprise John didn't disagree and instead turned away from you with a clearly audible "bitch" on his lips.

When the next firework exploded in a rain of reds and oranges in the sky above you, he had disappeared in the crowd. Immediately Dazai turned to you, grabbing you gently by the shoulders and leaning down to eye level.

"Are you okay? Are you cold? You're shivering." The concern with which Dazai treated you now was the exact opposite of the way he had talked to John just a second ago. At his question you realised he was right. You were indeed shivering, but not from the cold and rather the stress the past minutes had caused you.

"How did you find me," you asked instead of answering as Dazai shrugged his coat off and threw it over your shoulders, tucking it into place without meeting your eyes.

"Atsushi showed me your message about how you wanted to leave and didn't know how. I got worried," he admitted and somehow he sounded unfamiliarly sincere, still evading your gaze.

"Thank you," you mumbled, leaning your forehead against his shoulder when you realised he wouldn't look at you.

"Can't have anything happening to you, you're too important to me," Dazai whispered, wrapping his arms around you, and holding you close, nuzzling his nose against your hair. He faintly smelled of green tea and ginger cookies.

For a moment you stood still like that, only processing what he had said.

"Why do you always call me 'my love'”, you suddenly asked, trying to pull away far enough to look at Dazai's face, but he kept you pressed to his chest.

"Can't you tell?"

Blue and purple fireworks lit up the night.

"Would I ask if I could?"

He sighed gently, placing a kiss against your hair. "You're not some tempting looking berry that could kill me with the first bite. You're- well, my love."

This time when you tried pulling away, he let you. His eyes reflected the glow of the Ferris Wheel behind your back and the sparks of the fireworks in the sky above the pier. The little light was enough to reveal the vulnerability in his gaze. It was strange. Dazai Osamu didn't do vulnerable. He was wrapped in bandages, protecting the traces of his hurtful past from preying eyes, always wore a cocky smile to hide the sadness that sometimes threatened to shimmer through. You knew him well enough to have seen him pull up these walls more than once. But now instead of throwing the gates to his soul shut, he pulled them wide open, letting you see everything, the pain, the fear, and seemingly infinite amounts of love. For a moment you thought you should be scared of being let in, being presented with all his heart like this. But instead all you felt was overwhelming gratitude and relief at finding your feelings returned.

Reaching up, you brushed a strand of his hair out of his forehead. His skin was cool to the touch and his eyes flickered closed for a moment before he forced them open again, giving you a long and intense look which finally pulled the words from your lips which you had held back for too long already.

"Please kiss me."

Dazai's eyes widened surprised at your request and flickered to your lips, but he hesitated. Instead of leaning in, his gaze grew absentminded for a moment, a muscle in his jaw ticking. Still focused on the way you nervously but your lip, he slowly spoke.

"If you let me kiss you now, you'll never get rid of me again," he warned.

"Who says I want to?"

"I mean it," his eyes finally found yours again as if he had snapped back into the moment. "I know you think I'll just move on like I do with everyone else, but the reason I can't stay with anyone else is because they aren't you."

Instead of answering him, you just kept looking at him, challengingly. Usually, Dazai was not one to easily loose a staring match, but this time he caved far quicker than you had anticipated. The only warning you got was a twitch of his nose before he leant in, pressing his soft lips against yours, making your eyes flicker closed. The smell of green tea filled your nose, as golden stars exploded over your heads, shining through your closed eyelids. Dazai's kiss was careful but determined as he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you against him and when you wrapped your hand into the short hair in his nape, he quietly sighed into the kiss, sending another shiver through your body.

Your heart was beating so hard in your chest that you could have sworn Dazai had to feel it and as if he had read your thoughts, he moved one hand from your waist, and instead slowly ran it up and down your back, gently comforting you into the kiss only to teasingly run the tip of his tongue against your lips once you had relaxed into his arms, making you inhale sharply at the foreign sensation and the sweet taste. Your reaction pulled a warm chuckle from his lips and heat into your cheeks but when you tried pulling away, he only let you do so for a moment before he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you back against his lips, this time more urgent, making you gasp which in turn allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

It felt like he had taken up all your senses, his hair smooth under your fingers, the scent of green tea filling your nose, his breath and your heartbeat in your ears equally drowning out any other sound, his subtle taste of ginger cookies and mints making you dizzy. And when you pulled away, blinking your eyes open and gasping for breath, you met his eyes, fireworks of gold and silver reflecting in dark pools of brown that seemed to have found their own glow from within, shining with something you had never seen this strong in his eyes before. But it had been there for a long time, you suddenly realised, this softness with which he considered you, affection, that usually was well guarded behind the mask he always wore so meticulously. But now he had dropped that mask, for you. And that had to be the greatest gesture of trust you could imagine.

A smile pulled at Dazai's lips as he watched you study his face, not the usual teasing or silly smile, but an honest, heartfelt one.

"Happy New Year," you mumbled, reaching up, brushing the back of your fingers over his cheek. You could have sworn a slight hint of pink dusted over his face but in the dim and ever-changing light of the fireworks it was impossible to be certain.

Dazai laughed quietly, placing his hands at your waist, under his coat which he had thrown over your shoulders earlier, but over your own jacket and pulled you against him until your hips were flushed against his.

"Happy New Year," he whispered back before he leant in to kiss you once more.

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distortedataraxia · 2 years

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School supplies

Dazai x Reader who has a kid

WordCount : 1 K

Warnings : sometimes, the following are mentionned ; murders, suicide and death (no , no one is dead or was murdered. )

Author note : Hello ! I wanted to try out something different, something like reader has a kid with one of the BSD characters. So I did that with this small one-shot.I'm not really proud of it, i could of wrote so much more stuff,but well - looks like all the stuff i could have written will be for another time. Tell me what you think about it - if you liked it, i could do a bunch of others one-shot like that if you'd like.You can request anytime !

Oh and quick reminder. K/n = Kid name !

Anyways I hope you enjoy ★ ~

The end of holidays were approaching - your kid soon had to go back to school. Welcome back to all theses times your child needed help with homework and Dazai made a whole theater dramatic scene for your kid to understand everytime - welcome back to all the mornings you had to drag k/n to school, welcome back to all the times you had calls and words from the teachers about your kid behaviour at school, welcome back to all the times your kid got in troubles - to all the times k/n would sleep late in your back and go to school really tired and not taking care of themself. To all the time you had to take their phone,wifi or computer away.Cheers !

Nontheless, despites all of that, you both still loved k/n for who they were, and you had a lot of fun with dazai and your kid. It's great Dazai stopped all suicidal stuff before deciding to have a kid - it was a miracle, but hey, thanks to the grand fanfiction logic it was possible - Huh, why are we talking about fanfictions right now?

But because of Dazai's knowledge about death he didn't bother to hide, k/n now like to talk about how he would kill his classmates or teachers in certain methods if it was morally right to do so. Seems totally normal - nothing concerning here ! Yup ! Yet again y/n, Cheers ! Support your kids guys !

And well.. Since it's the end of holidays, it's the start of school, wich mean... Papers... SCHOOL SUPPLIES ! Yes, you decided to finally buy school supplies 1 day before the start of school. Seems like a great plan, right?

This was going to be a day. You would of said it would be a boring day, but you can never predict theses sort of things with Dazai as your husband.

You stretched as you got out of bed and got dressed, Dazai was already awake - making breakfast... Oh no this can't be good is what you would have said but he did surprise you before with good cooking only to tell you " See y/n ? Never understimate me, i can make great stuff when i want to ! With the power of love ! " He kind of sounded like he was in a kid show or something but whatever. We are talking about Dazai here.

"Good morning 'Samu" You said with a tired voice hugging him from behind "Ah, good morning my dearest and most beautiful wife ! Did you sleep well? " He replied with a motivated and happy tone in his voice, wich made you smile and answer to his question "yes i slept well, and please stop calling me that it makes me feel like you have multiple wives" He pouted dramatically ; "Ah ! This wounds me deeply ! I didn't mean to put it that way i'm sorry ! But would you really think i'd have multiple wives when i have you ? I'm hurt you know ", you let go of the hug and said, smiling with a tired smirk "i know i know, don't worry, i love you.Now cook breakfast while i go wake up the kid, slave." He gasped dramatically and chuckled "sure sure mY oNe AnD OnLy WiFe" he mocked you lightly.

After waking up the kid and having breakfast you announced " Great, now it's time to finally go buy theses school supplies -" "Mom are you kidding me i have to call my friends today !" You got interrupted by k/n and replied "k/n sweetie, i warned you about it multiple times, you knew about it, at what time are you supposed to call them ? " K/n replied " Eheh you warned me multiple times about it, more like you warned me multiple times about YOUR MOM ! " A akward silence introduced itself after that and k/n fake coughed "anyways um is 5 pm fine ? " they said.

"Yeah, if we hurry up it should be good. " You said.

And now here were you. Totally unprepared, trying to find school supplies at home instead of buying them "K/N you got a pen of each color right?? " You yelled from afar "Yes mom ! " They yelled back from afar "oh wait no my blue pen is broken ! " They yelled from afar again "Throw it away and come back after so that i can hear you better ! " You replied in a loud voice once again. "Y/n i found the calculator me and k/n hacked to play pokemon with it ! " Your husband said to you with stars in his eyes "oh no don't give them that for school again, we don't want k/n to get in troubles again-" You replied "awww fine and here i was so proud of our kid being so sly " He replied with a dramatic sigh "y/n! A book fell in the toilets " Your kid came to you panicking ,you turned and said "Wait what-"

You spent all morning trying to find supplies in your house with k/n and asking your family if they had some. Dazai had to eventually go to work but he'd come back sometimes with stuff he bought with kunikida's money because that jerk still loved to mess with his colleague that much, you two comunicated by texts

Now , morning was over, you ate and went shopping with k/n.Everything seemed a bit more calm but k/n was constantly complaining and really wanted to hurry up.

Now that it was finally over, 4 pm, you arrived home with all of the supplies and you and your kid placed everything in their room and backpack. Wohoo ! Happy ending ! Now it was time to laze around !

Well it would of been time to laze around if you didn't make the house a mess in the morning. You also had to put a warning in the toilet doors "!! DON'T BRING YOUR BOOKS OR PHONE !! ".

So you cleaned up everything alone not bothering to ask for k/n to help today.

Oh and Dazai came back at the end of the day with a bunch of unncessary school supplies he collected throughout the day that you already bought. Well hey atleast that would be useful for next year ! Right?

You woke up to the sound of Dazai's voice and realised all of this was dream. Uh oh. Troubles are coming , today was really the day you had to get the school supplies and ASAP.

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hmm I hope I did this right :'D

- Where's My love, SYML w/ Dazai :o + romantic !

Where's My Love?

Pairing: Dazai Osamu x Gn! Reader

Type: Oneshot

Genre: Angst

Warnings: major character death, implied suicide, blood descriptions, mentions of death, cutting, implied death.

Synopsis: Dazai always tries to find his lover and when he sees them, he only says a 'hello' but never did he say his goodbye.

A/n: Thank you for requesting! Reader is refered to as 'them' or 'they'. Hope you'll like this! Dw you did it correct! Italic for flashbacks

Event // Ada.Masterlist // M.Masterlist

There was nothing he could feel, he held the cold and lifeless corpse of his lover; just as he did to his dear friend a few days ago. Cold pulse, it was the only thing he could find; coldness, just as who he was before he met them. How hard he tried to find the love they once held in their eyes. He didn't mind his bleeding hand, he could only focus on holding them. His bloodied hand was mostly theirs and a small mix of his. The tears that dripped to his scarred hand made it sting; just like a wound topped with salt. He tried to make their heart beat once again but it was hopeless, they only held him dearly—as if they were fine and smiled before their eyes completely shut; never to open again. He screamed their name at the top of his lungs before he slowly laid their body on the floor, just like they were resting. He walked away, numb tears escaping his hazel eyes. The room was illuminated by the warm sun they once loved, and the crimson blood was oozing out of the three bullet holes on their chest. He tightly clenched his hand, not minding how much it hurt from the wound. The rain started to pour while the bright and orange sunset was covered with dark, thundering storms. He walked away, turning his back on everything, the Port Mafia, Chūya, his crimes, Oda and you.

"Dazai-san? Are you there? Kunikida-san called me and told me to go to work with you." Atsushi knocked on a small apartment room owned by the Agency.

Dazai sat up and looks at his hand again. It was clean, no blood was leaving his body through a wound that once was. A mark was left there, a memoir that the day he got that wound was the one where he failed to save you.

"That dream again.."

A few tears escapes his eyes and landed itself on his hand, just as that day. He wiped them away after hearing Atsushi knock on the door again.

"Yeah I'm here Atsushi-kun!" He said through the door, trying to sound as cheerful as possible though his voice came out dry and hoarse.

"Are you okay Dazai-san? Are you sick?!" Atsushi asks, his tone full of worry and franty.

"Nop! I just woke up so please wait for me in a few minutes Atsushi-kun!" He said in his usual cheery tone making Atsushi sigh in relief. Dazai's words soon registered in his mind, and he began to panic.

"But Kunikida-san will scold both of us for being late!"

"It's fineee! Its just going to be the same old Kunikida!" He tried explaining while ramaging through his drawer, trying to find his bandages.

"But—"

"I'm gonna be quick Atsushi-kun, I'm just going to dress! You don't want me to go to the agency shirtless do you?" He said in a spiteful voice, wrapping his arms, hands, neck and torso with leftover bandages.

"eww no!"

"exactly" Dazai replied before wearing his shirt and vest. He glances at the scar again before opening the door and throwing in his overcoat.

"Let's go Atsushi-kun!"

He skipped to the agency with Atsushi behind him. They got scolded by Kunikida but it the end he was the one that took his hour long lecture and Dazai got punished by him.

The day passed again, and the moon showed in the midnight sky. Dazai was laying in his futon, staring at the dark ceiling, bottles of sake throws across the floor. He turned his head beside and saw them, a worried look was plastered on their face as they looked at him. He knew that his mind was playing games with him, despite that he came to caress their cheek to feel their warmth; but they disappeared, and his hand only met the cold and empty sheets beside. He clenched his fists tight before standing up and grabbing his overcoat and leaving his messy apartment. Walking in the dark streets lighted by the faint moonlight, was something both of them used to do. He gently smiled at the small memory before continuing to walk, he arrived at a small greeny fields in the outskirts of the city.

"Darling! Osamu! Wait up!" They said before panting.

"You really need to run faster my love!" He turned around and saw them with furrowed eyebrows. He chuckled before going to them.

"You're so unfair! I'm on my slippers because you called me and told me it was an emergency!" They pouted, taking his assistance and grabbing his hand for support.

"It is an emergency! I was bored and I missed you!" He pointed out.

"Haii.. whatever.. Don't you dare try to lie to me" They sighed shooting him a worried look before caressing his bruised cheek, and he leaned on her hand.

"What do you mean love?" He sent them a cheeky smile, trying to feign innocence and ignorance.

"Osamu." They said his name in a serious tone, and he only laid his head down.

"I-its nothing" He quietly muttered, getting closer to them, trying to feel their warmth.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm here" The hand cupping his cheeks snaked it's way to the back of his head, as he leaned his head into their shoulder.

Their hand slowly and gently patted the back of his head while he hugged them. The silent crickets are the only thing that was heard. He felt scared, he didn't want them to know his line of job in fear that they would leave him. They were a civilian and he was a mafioso—no an executive of the Port Mafia, the rulers of the night. He needed comfort, he wanted to tell them how his friend betrayed them and now the other was dead; but he couldn't, he was afraid of them abandoning him too. Nobody spoke a word, they didn't bother to ask him more, they just waited for him to open up. They gently hummed a tune as they waited for him, their voice was like a lullaby that comforted a scared and crying child.

The event plays on his mind, seeing illusions of that day in the fields, he could not remember what happened afterwards. He put his hands on the pockets of his overcoat as his fingertips got colder and colder. Walking to a small cliff near the ocean, a name was carved in a rock just near the edge, beside it, was a fresh bouquet of roses. He leaned against the grave as he closed his eyes, reminiscing the old memories.

"Hello love... I missed you" He gently smiled, feeling the cold breeze pass.

A faint voice whispered comfort in his ear.

"I missed you too.. tell me.. is that little girl, the one you told me about—Kyoka, I think—is she okay?"

He felt his hair ruffle, as if someone was playing it just like they did. He wanted to open his eyes to know who it was, but he knew that they would disappear just as he looks behind. He knew that he was just thinking how they would respond but he didn't mind it.

"Mhm.. the conflict was over and the Moby Dick returned to the ocean... Kyoka's now home with the agency" He whispered, trying to feel their warm.

"That's good.. How is the agency treating you.?"

"hmm.. Atsushi-kun is as usually kind.—" he faintly smiled.

"—oh, Kunikida tied me to a chair earlier and beat me up because I was late, it hurt a lot. Ouch" He dramatically whispered and they faintly laughed in return. Silence once again came, the howling winds and the clashing waves are the only things that can be hear besides his lone heartbeat.

"Come back to me please.." His voice cracked. He heard no response, he opened his eyes and looked behind to see nothing but a view of the night sky and the dancing leaves. A part of the cloudy sky was clear, showing the moon perfectly, as if it made way for someone to go high above.

"I'll go to you soon love.. and if the heavens forbid it... I'll fight against God myself just to return to your embrace" He sat up and glanced at the grave once again before finally returning to his apartment.

He closed his door and muttered a small "I'm home" hoping for someone to respond. Taking off his shoes and overcoat, he took a blade from his bathroom drawer, and then made himself comfortable in the bathtub. He rolled up his sleeves and sat up, positioning the blade just perfectly on the veins in his wrist. With one quick and deep slash, blood started gushing out of his left wrist. He winced in pain, taking the blade once again, he slashed his right wrist; it was less deep than the cut in his other wrist but nonetheless, it was deep. Blood started to drip to his garments and bathtub, his vision started to blur and he leaned completely to the wall, closing his eyes. At the last moments of his life, he remembered what happened after that day.

"Hey... If you don't want to tell me it's okay, but don't ever try to hide your emotions from me.." They smiled at him, their fingers playing with his hair.

"What do you mean? I don't hide them—" He left their embrace and tried to put on a facade.

"Osamu. You don't need to hide them" They said, walking upfront, their voice was full of calmness, just like a lullaby. Their arms was behind them, their right hand holding their left arm

"Fine... But let me ask you this then." He looked at their back with a serious tone.

"Why did you come in the middle of the night to a cliff just because I told you to do so?" He asked, his gaze following them as they walked forward to the edge, admiring the moon. They continued to hum before they responded to his question.

"Because I love you" They turned around and smiled at him. They put a strand of hair behind their ear, as the wind passed by.

"mmm.." He opened his eyes to see their illusion planting a kiss on his forehead.

"I..finally..found..you...." His voice slowly faded into nothing but air.

It was as if time stopped for a mere second. The pain that engulfed him whole was now only faint. Their warmness returned to him and his vision completely faded to black, submitting to the sleepiness he held after hearing them hum his favorite tune...

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