The reader looking so pretty at an event in the agency, co worker dazai can't help but stare at her :> make sum scenario :>
"I SEE YOUR PRETTY EYES AT MINE, MISTER~"
Sypnosis: Dazai just cant keep his eyes to himself when a colleuge of his is looking so darn pretty!
Dazai x fem! reader
Genre: suggestive, romance
Warnings: reader is sort of cheeky, suggestive as hell, implied alcoholism, author gave the reader on what attire shes wearing.
A/N FINALLY A REQUEST AFTER SO FUCKIN LONG
The agency had decided to hold another party in celebration of a huge deal which would help the agency .
And of course you were invited, almost everyone was. You decided to look extra pretty today because why not, not because of others but for yourself.
You had picked out a extravagant ebony coated frock which covered all the way up to your legs and ended with glistening white layers of laces.
The party was at 8 o clock, you had time plus what would you do getting there so early?
Gently tapping on the tubes of lipsticks you picked out a vermillion shade and smoothly applied the waxy substance on your lips. The colour suited the rose tied around your neck really well.
Finally adding some final touches you rushed out the door and walked along to the agency.
There were colourful lights and food everywhere, Atsushi teaching Kyouka how to make decorations, doctor Yosano taking a bit too much of wine, ranpo staring at powdered donuts... To think of it you remember him taking 5 of them sneakily one night and you wonder why hes so obsessed with them.
But one thing you could notice was a certain someones eyes on you... Dazai.
You walked up to atsushi and kyouka, talking to them and teaching them some tips and tricks to fit in with the agency.
You could feel at all times though, a certain pair of eyes glancing at you from time to time from the corner of the room.
"Excuse me, i will just fix my hair and come back" you politely end the conversation before walking towards the door and going outside.
Despite your heels clacking against the floor, you could feel another set of shoes following them.
"Dazai-san, may i know why i feel your eyes on my at all times?" you ask putting a perfect spot from the distance between your figure and the mans figure.
He chuckled.
"Bella, i must say your quite the smart one arent ya'?" osamu replies back with much cheekiness in his tone as yiu turned to him, he had a black tuxedo, a polished and refined one, it hugged his body quite tightly too.
You just sighed at his remark, he was a ladies man you knew but you have never seen the glint and love in his eyes on a girl ever before, it amde your stomach turn slightly in a good way, of course.
His teasing grin drops and turns into a more soothing smile as he walks over to you which makes you back towards the wall unsure whether to trsut him or not.
He lowers his head a bit to reach your face taking in all of it's features.
"Are you trying to woo me, dazai-san? It seems like it"
"Haaah, maybe. The thing is bella you just look so.." you expect him to give you some compliment like every boy does when they see a girl sitting pretty and all but instead he gently took a strand of your hair, took it to his lips and uttered every single quality and flaw about you, it was as if hes born to have a poets tongue with you being the muse.
"I just want to admire you all day, my darling. Its not lust nor a small crush, it isnt even close to love but something beyond the world and beyond the universe to attend to, i dont know i could drown in your eyes right now but i would prefer staring at them for an eternity as if its a gorgeous piece of art hung on a museum"
he said softly, oh god did this man made your heart drop down your stomach and melt into your intestines.
With each word he spoke through his charming voice, you could feel his breathe and hands going closer towards your sweating body and at last, he asked for your permission to which you only looked at him with a slight embroidery of embarrassment on your cheeks.
Dazai tenderly kissed your forehead but though it lasted short you wondered whether he tried to go for your lips instead because of the shift in his body.
"Oi, dazai and [Name] if your done with your cheesy af encounter than come back to the party! Presidents calling you two!"
Atlast after moments of intimate interaction which wasnt even intimate because of the silent yearn for something neither the two of you could preach. Both of you decided to go back to the party.
Later in the relationship you realised that your first kiss with this loverman was not the type of kiss those possessive men would do which would take your breathe away but more of a desperate one as if to reach out for something which one already got.
In the end nor dazai or you could just confess normally without making each other look like two pieces of magnificent artwork looking at each other.
A/N: i hate this more than dazai hates him self :(((((((( btw reader is wearing this dress
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Sleep Deprived Builder Boyfriend
Summary: Lukas, have been spending the last few nights working restlessly on his blueprints that him and the Ocelots are going to use in their near building competition. You adore his hard-working personality, but he can only hold out for so long.
Word Count: 1.167 words
Genre: Romantic // Reader is not Jesse
Author's Note: Just a random Lukas blurp because,,, just because.
Nights were supposed to be quiet, a time to relax, rest your eyes, sleep and fall into the depth of slumber.
But in your shared home, Lukas is wide awake at night, doodling and sketching away at a desk for building ideas that he can use for future tournaments.
The sound of pencil sketching away at pieces of paper filled in the quiet night, he furrowed his brows whenever something came unaligned before crumpling the paper and throwing it to the trash can that were sitting next to his desk.
And his sound of distress is what led your sleepy figure to his room.
Striding over to where he's sitting as your blanket being dragged behind you, you stopped behind him before wrapping your arms around his shoulder, alongside the blanket, and placed your head on top of his messy blond locks.
He flinched, that is, until he recognizes your touch as he quietly melts in your hold. Pulling a hand up, he took one of your hands in his before kissing your palm, "Why are you still awake, baby? Aren't you sleepy?"
Just as if on cue, you yawned at his question, earning a chuckle as you buried your face deeper into his hair, "I am. Aren't you?"
"Yeah.." Lukas whispered, you held his cheek as he nuzzled his face to your cold hands, mainly letting you rub on his tired eyes, "But I need to get this sketch finished."
You mumbled something about how he can do that in the morning before peeking towards his paper-invested desk and raised a sleepy eyebrow.
"Is this for..?"
"Yeah, it's for next week."
The building competition next week, a small event held by the infamous group of Hermits as a way to bond with their fans and interact more with the community of building.
And while you're not one of the judges for next week's building competition, you're still one of the well known members of the Hermits.
Lukas is still absolutely questioning about how you, a Hermit, would want to be with someone like him, who's a merely small local building champion with his team. Not that he's complaining, he absolutely adores you, but it's just easy to say that he sometimes just wonder about how he can be worthy being seen standing next to you.
And next week's building competition can help him prove that! If he can bring the Ocelots to victory, then he might be able to finally stand proud next to you.
"Are you worried about it? The competition?" Resting your cheek back on his hair, he leaned back from the desk to let you hug him. Your touch is comforting; mixed with the hint of fatigue in his eyes, he doesn't want you to let go.
"Yeah, I mean, I stress over it if it's not obvious enough." He let out a tired laugh to which you only smiled with a light kiss on the crown of his head. "I.. Just want to do well. I really want to impress your friends."
You didn't answer, encouraging him to continue with his words by gently massaging his tense shoulder, hoping he'd open up.
You're not entirely unaware of his insecurity of standing by your side. You love him, whether he's just a local builder or not, it doesn't matter to you. But it seems like he often overthinks about it, and you will keep on reassuring him that he is, in fact, much much more worthy than what he gives himself credit for.
"There will be Good Times With Scar there— As well as Grian and Welsknight. There's just a lot of pressure you know and I.." he paused, heaved another sigh before pressing his lips onto your open palm. "I don't want to disappoint you."
"Never." You immediately whispered back, hugging him and giving him enough pressure to know your intention, and how honest you are through the sound of your heartbeat. "I would never- and I tell you, never, ever be disappointed of you about anything."
That seemed to calm him down a little. His tense shoulder now slowly slumped down as he sink fully to your embrace, trying to absorb any warmth and affection you radiate for him, and only him.
"Though it's a different story when you stole my batch of cookies." And he snickered, "Or when you think it was a good idea to use mycelium near my garden. Hm?"
"Okay, right, I'm sorry about those—"
"Or when you stole my stash of limited elven kisses?"
"Alright, I get it, baby." He wheezes and snickered from your many accusations. Pulling your hand as you move from behind him to his front, hands holding your waist as he looks up to you. "No more, okay? You make me feel like a criminal there for making your garden mycelium farm."
"Guilt is the appropriate response, you thief." You faked a pout. Hand moving forward to hold his face, lightly scratching his jaw.
"But you know, I don't really mind you stealing from me sometimes." He hummed, raised an eyebrow as he tilted his head into one of your hands, still looking up to you with much adoration, as you slowly leaned down and bumped your forehead against his, "You did steal my heart, and I quite appreciate that."
And he smiled. His cheek burned red, even though you can barely see it due to being so close to him, you can feel that more heat are radiating from him along with how his grip on your hips tightened by your words.
"Well, I've you to thank for that too," he whispered before he leaned forward to kiss your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, and finally, planted a kiss to your lips.
Lukas is always gentle with his touches; but it seems like he needs a little bit more reassurance when you feel him seems to be getting a little more desperate than usual. With how he held you in place, you really have no reason but to reassure him back when you reciprocate his kiss.
After pulling back, he sighs to your lips, before pulling his head back and burying them to your neck. Feeling his muscles relaxed under your touch, you kissed his messy blonde locks.
"You're tired, baby. You need rest. Let's get you to bed, alright?" He shuffled. Groaning and mumbling protest under his breath, but he doesn't seem to really be fully against your advice.
You let out a small hearty laugh before pulling him away from you and kissing his nose. "Come on."
Pulling him up, and turning off the lights used in his working space, you dragged your now visibly sleep deprived boyfriend to where the two of you had shared your bed.
Seeing him so tired breaks a little something in your heart, but at least with how he clung to you till the morning, head nuzzled to your neck, is worth every diamond in the universe.
You wouldn't trade this for anything.
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