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#I'm so sorry Ki nothing I can do 2 make u not look like a rip off so just gonna leAN INTO IT
hannie-dul-set · 9 months
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who in enhypen would agree to platonically kiss you.
because i feel like i have to do this for every group i write, so expect me to word vomit a tubatu version soon after this one.
seventeen ver. / 127 ver. / dream ver.
heeseung: honestly you thought he'd agree without a second thought, but a smirk suddenly plays on his lips and he pulls out the "what if i don't want to? what are you gonna do?" and you'd rather die than have him bask in your mortification, so you turn around. run away. try to run away, but the bitch suddenly pulls you into his lap and oh. you can feel his breath on your lips. his grip is firm on your waist. you're actually about to fucking kiss him BUT— "ah. sorry. i changed my mind." | rating: 0/10 but maybe if u change ur tune from platonic to romantic, then he'd agree.
jay: "can i think about it first?" jay isn't one to jump into hasty decisions, especially one that can permanently change the trajectory of your ten year long friendship for better or for worse just so you can make some hairless bitch jealous. he thinks about it. he's thinking. he's thinking very hard about it, until one day he finally says okay "okay" "? okay what?" "let's make out" "??? jay i asked u that favor five months ago what do u—" | rating: 5/10 delayed but u got him?? to kiss u??? but??? now u have a new problem because park jongseong, what are we?
jake: he knows you kissed him at the party last night to get ur cheating ex off ur ass. he knows that and he was totally, 100% completely fine with it. he can totally pretend like nothing happened. absolutely. just doing a friend a favor. a buddy. a pal. a good 'ol mate. that is until exactly one month passes by and he suddenly says "oh damn haha happy kissmonthsary babe u have any more exes to drive away hahaha just asking haha." | rating: 8/10 you're sure a kissmonthsary doesn't exist, but how can u deny him when he's twiddling his fingers like a schoolgirl with a first crush.
sunghoon: flustered flustered flustered "i'm sorry? haha i mean ofc u want to kiss me who wouldn't hahhahaha anw ur joking right—" you aren't. sunghoon starts sweating and he's nervous and about to piss himself because if he says no, you're gonna think he's a LOSER (you already know he's a loser) a big fucking LOSER (sunghoon, you are a loser). | rating: 3/10 on the first try because the moment your lips touched he turned into stone. he may be a loser but he's a prideful loser so expect his score to increase with each try at his insistence.
sunoo: "hey sunoo, i need ur help. can i ki—" cue his aggressive side eye. cue the absolute look of disgust on his face at the mere insinuation that you want to kiss him without strings attached. how dare you. | rating: 1/10 because you did get to kiss him in the end. you did. but before that you had to ask permission from his parents (heeseung and jake), you had to meet his actual parents, you had to exchange vows at the altar, and— wait this isn't exactly platonic anymore isn't it?
jungwon: jokes on u jungwon orchestrated the whole thing that'll lead you to asking him. he gave you a lipstick as birthday present and he's like "sorry haha i'm not sure if it's a good one the saleslady said it doesn't smudge but idk." there it goes. seed planted. all that's left is for you to ask him if he....wants to help u test it out.....yanno.....as friends. and before you know it the red tint is now smudged between your lips and his, smiling victoriously into your mouth because yes. his plan worked. | rating: 10/10 because you suddenly have a dozen new lip products and "hey. should we test if these also smudge or not?"
ni-ki: "oh sure. go ahead." he agrees to it SO easily that you suspicious, eyes narrowed, but you set it aside for now and lean closer to his face but WOOSH. he's swerved away. "riki stay still, what are u—" WHOOSH. he's five steps away. you see the look on his face. the shit eating grin saying, if you wanna kiss me, come and get it and oh it's on, nishimura. | rating: 2/10 because you end up chasing him all over the parking lot and jake asked if he can join your game of tag.
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xenia-cenia · 3 years
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Hii actually i already request this somewhere but i really want to read a different version of everyone about this idea but if it's uncomfortable with u than it's okay☺ soo may i request a fic about a reader who got isekaied into BSD? and the reader loves Dazai so much and wants to be there for him through everything, the reader knows that they can't change Dazai but still wants to be there with him as moral support and eventhough dazai push the reader away, they still smile kindly at Dazai and still be there with him until the end (with kinda romantic feeling blossom😳), actually i'm still hurting with what happened to Dazai in BSD beast and wants nothing but to hug him😭 i don't mind if u want to write about ADA Dazai or Beast Dazai🤧 if it's possible i hope u can make it😭 Thank you so muchh im sorry it's too long😭
A/N-i may of had too much fun with this
Breaking this up into 2 parts because I have a lot of ideas for this! Sorry that this part isn’t exactly what you wanted, but I promise it’ll end happily.
Trigger/Content Warnings: Derealization (I think?), spoilers, suicide mentions/jokes (its dazai), swearing
Part two
Word Count: 1,230
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You flipped through the near-memorized pages of your favorite manga, sighing at a familiar face. Dazai Osamu - you weren't quite sure why you liked him so much. Maybe it was sympathy. Maybe it was his pretty face.
Once again, he was idly talking about the 'ideal suicide' while Atsushi listened uncomfortably.
"I wish I could help you..." you mumbled absent-mindedly, "like how you helped me." As you spoke, you laid your finger on his picture and shut your eyes.
When you opened your eyes, you noticed instantly something was wrong. Wind was blowing on your face, and you could hear cars roaring nearby. You sat up - had your head been pounding earlier? - and tried to figure out what just happened.
"Am I dead?" You wondered out loud.
"A beauty like you, dying alone? No, I could never let it happen!" A voice cried out from nearby. Your head snapped in the direction of the voice, and your eyes widened.
"Da... zai?"
"Oh my," he took his hands out of his pockets and shook his head, and walking up to you, "Have we met before?"
"No! I mean..." you choked on your spit. "Yes?"
He stopped walking and eyed you. "Are you lost?"
'Lost' was an understatement. You weren't quite certain you weren't hallucinating.
After an awkward silence, you smiled thoughtfully at Dazai, "Yes, actually. Do you happen to know where a nearby private investigator's office might be?"
Atsushi popped up from behind Dazai, "Oh! We work at one - we can take you there if you'd like!"
"Perfect." You looked at Atsushi and felt a pang of sadness. He didn't deserve the hurt he went through, either. You wished you could help all of them overcome their trauma and become happier. But you knew that would be far too hard for just one person, so you decided to set your sights on Dazai instead.
I'll help you, you thought to yourself, I'll show you there are things to hold on to. Just like you did for me.
Atsushi helped you up and the three of you walked down the streets of Yokohama. It was strange to walk down the streets you'd seen so often in Bungo Stray Dogs. It was even stranger to meet the characters.
Kunikida was the first person you saw in the office. He was furiously typing, undoubtedly making precise and intricately detailed reports.
"Ku~ ni~ ki~ da~" Dazai sang as he danced into the office, "Look what we found!"
"A clue we need to solve our current job?" Kunikida didn't even look up, you could barely see his fingers moving.
"No, but-"
"Then I don't care."
"Agh! You're so cruel. Atsushi, tell him what we found!"
Atsushi jumped, "A-Ah, me? Oh, okay! Dazai and I were searching and we didn't find anything... b-but we found a person!"
"A person who has a vital clue?"
"P-Probably not..."
"An escaped hostage from the people we're tracking?"
"I... ah... I don't think so."
"ANYTHING related to this case?"
"I'm not." You finally spoke up. "But, if you tell me what case you're working on, I can tell you everything you need to know."
Kunikida slowly relaxed into his chair and spun towards you, "And how can we trust you?"
Oh shit. I did not think this far ahead.
"Well- I- ah... I have an ability! I can solve any case and tell you everything you need to know about it!"
"Everything? Anything?" Dazai piped up.
You turned to face him and smiled, "Everything." You repeated kindly.
"E-Even Dazais previous job!?" Atsushi pushed past Dazai and grabbed your shoulders.
You laughed softly, "You really want that reward, huh?"
"How do you know about that?" Kunikida stood up and grabbed his notebook.
"W-Wait!" You raised your hands in the air, "I-It's just my ability! Remember?"
"And what's your ability called?" Kunikida scrutinized.
You looked between Dazai and Atsushi and responded with the first thing that popped into your head, "Stray Dogs."
Dazai stiffened before looking at you with amusement in his eyes. "What a peculiar name." 
With a soft smile, you turned back to Kunikida and cleared your throat, “Is... Is Ranpo here?’
“Hm?” Kunikida turned away from you and checked an itinerary on his desk, “Ranpo will be back in... five minutes.”
You sighed in relief. “Oh, thank goodness. I need to talk to him about... something...”
“My, my.” Dazai laughed in a friendly tone, “I’m almost jealous. Has our boy detective finally landed a partner?” When you turned to him, however, you noticed sinister intent in his eyes. 
He knows. 
"It’s nothing like that, Mr. Detective.” You tried to put on your most convincing smile, “It’s just a silly issue, really.” 
“Ah, please. Call me Dazai. Or,” he lightly grabbed your hand and kneeled in front of you, “join the call of death with me.” His innocent voice juxtaposed his morbid words. 
You squeezed his hand and looked into his eyes, “If you had asked me that not so long ago, I would’ve said yes.”
“Oh!” He exclaimed, dramatically falling to the ground as if he were wounded, “Another lovely potential double-suicide partner taken from me!”
“Get off the ground, idiot.” Kunikida muttered while typing away at his computer. 
“The Great Detective has returned!” An all too comforting voice filled the room. You turned on your heels and saw exactly the person you were waiting for. 
“Detective.” You stepped over Dazai and crossed the room so you were face-to-face with him, “Would you mind assisting me on a case?”
“Assisting?” He scoffed. “I don’t ‘assist’.”
“Then help me. Please.” 
He cracked open his eyes and looked you up and down. “Huh.” Without any warning, he grabbed you by the arm and dragged you towards the elevator while yelling excuses to the confused members of the Agency.
The two of you walked for a few minutes before he sat down on a park bench and patted the spot next to him. You nervously sat down, hoping his intellect would save you the explanation. 
“You can’t do it.” His voice was soft.
“What?”
“We’ve all tried to save him. It’s impossible. Save your time.”
“But- I- I came from a different dimension! If that’s possible, surely so is-”
Ranpo sighed and leaned into the bench, his head resting over the back. “You can’t rewrite The Book.”
“The- how do you know about that?” You looked at him in shock. 
He lazily turned his head and looked at you, “Super Genius Detective, duh.” Ranpo tapped his temple to punctuate his point. 
“Ah... I guess that’s fair. But still. Why can’t I save Dazai? Who wrote that into The Book?”
Ranpo laughed dryly, “Don’t be stupid. Who could have written it in The Book? Who hates Dazai enough to ensure he’ll suffer forever?”
“Chuuya, maybe?” You spoke, deep in thought. “Maybe one of the Hunting Dogs! You... haven’t met them, I don’t think. What case are you working on?”
“The ADA is solving the mystery behind the Azure Bomber.” Ranpo blew a piece of hair out of his face, “But that doesn’t matter to you. C’mon, (Y/N), think about it. Is there anybody in the world who thinks Dazai needs to suffer forever, other than Dazai himself?”
Your blood ran cold. How did he even- no, that doesn’t matter. “It’s useless.” You spoke in a breathy whisper. “It’s all useless.”
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