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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 :(

#osaemu #dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #dazai osamu x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai osamu x you #osamu dazai x you #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bungo stray dogs x y/n #dazai fluff #bsd fluff #dazai drabbles #bsd drabbles

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squigglewigglewoo · 7 months

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this is (no longer) a one time thing, I got bored and a little tipsy, decided to take a ask I sent to one of my favorite creators and post it on my account instead.

(✧) warnings: lowercase writing, sexual themes, virginity loss, praise, degradation, dazais his own warning, dacryphilia, overstimulation (?), if I missed anything, let me know! NSFW 18+ under the cut, MDNI

(✦) summary: what's it like to lose your virginity to two of the finest men in Yokohama? 424 words~

(✧) pairing: dazai x reader, chuuya x reader (separately)

(✦) (a/n): I apologize, I keep editing this post, I can't decide how I want the layout and I'm not used to posting on here

(✧) listening to~ baby said by måneskin

imagine losing your virginity to chuuya or dazai.

Chuuya would be so gentle the whole time, honored that you chose him to take your virginity, making sure you cum by his hands or mouth at least twice to prep you, thrusting into you slow and deep to make sure he doesn't hurt you, praising you the entire time with a sweet, loving tone, his head buried into your neck as he peppers your jaw and face with kisses, praise falling from his lips as he fucks you senseless. "good girl, y're doing so good f'me. god, you feel heavenly, squeezing me s'tight. what a pretty sight you are, spread out under me like this." he practically worships you, kissing you all over, leaving soft bites and marks on your skin, his head shoved in the crook of your neck as he cums with a low moan, just barely heard. he's got you all wrapped up in his arms after, holding you and peppering your face till you're giggling sleepily, asking if your alright, if he hurt you at all while he cleans you up before falling a sleep with you in his arms, murmuring a soft "love you, s'fucking much, doll." into your ear before he slips into a dreamless slumber.

Dazai would only smirk when you tell him your a virgin, fucking you raw and sensitive just to watch the tears form in your eyes and feel you squirm beneath him, only laughing when you beg him to slow down, that it hurts, making mocking (he wouldn't actually mock you, he loves you far to much for that) comments as he only fucks you rougher. "awh, poor baby, so worked up. you're taking me so well, are you sure your really a virgin? you're practically sucking me in, what a needy little cock drunk slut you are f'me, only me." his bandaged hands grab at your hips so tightly, nails leaving crescent moon indents on your skin, his grip near bruising. your nails rake down his back, between his shoulder blades, creating red, angry lines that only make him fuck into you harder, a mocking grin on his face as he kisses the corners of your eyes, taking away the tears that brim in your eyes, only to pull out, just the tip remaining in you before he slams back into you, watching the tears bubble in your eyes once more with a teasing, degrading comment. "you cryin'? oh, poor thing, fucked so dumb you can't even say anything broken babbles of my name. such a stupid, pretty little thing."

masterlist!

dividers by @/cafekitsune

#bsd smut #chuuya nakahara #chuuya nakahara x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #chuuya smut #bsd drabbles #chuuya drabbles #dazai smut #dazai x reader #dazai osamu #dazai osamu x reader #chuuya nakahara smut #dazai osamu smut #dazai drabbles #tipsy posting #brainrot

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miikishii · 10 months

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Simple Words

Masterlist!

Dazai x gn!reader

summary: idiots in love (?) who knows

warnings: none!

“my love.”

Bustling city traffic many floors below. Everything seemed so far away; simply the background of what would soon become a memory.

“yes?”

You answer. A moment’s hesitation. Wavy brown hair delicately entwined in loving hands. Gentle. The hand around your waist tightens its grip ever so carefully. Sweet. Soft. Something surprising and uncharacteristic of Dazai. It wasn’t particularly late, but you’d heard that people get more honest at night. Something within you began to hope.

“nothing. I just wanted to hear your voice.”

It’s not that it wasn’t true, but something remained unsaid. A common theme in your life with him. He could say a thousand words every second but, as soon as he stopped, there would always be something. Something that just stayed hidden. You held no contempt for him. Only for the words he could not say. Only for the reasons he couldn’t say them.

“liar.”

“Only sometimes.”

The silence you shared was never uncomfortable. It was just missing that one thing. That which went unsaid. Was it understood? Would it ever be? What purpose did that silence serve if not to keep you apart? What did it protect you from, if anything? Whatever the reason, if it meant you could enjoy his company, you almost appreciated it.

“Why does it always seem like there’s something you just can’t say to me?”

A concentrated breath in. He thinks. So much so that he becomes aware of his breathing. You can feel his chest as it rises and falls in a pattern just barely different from before.

“... some things are frightening to say. Especially the truth.”

Years ago, the Dazai you knew would have left before this could happen. Before someone could interrogate him: make him feel vulnerable, on display. Something inside him had changed since then.

“I always hope you’d be less cautious around me now. I know enough about you. I won’t be surprised by what you sa-”

“I love you.”

Suddenly, you were the liar. In nicknames, it seemed to have less weight. Part of you always assumed that he only said things like that to flatter you. Maybe that was just anxiety talking, but most days, you couldn’t help but feel it meant much less.

This was different.

There was pressure. Should you say it back? Should you say something more? Should you leave the moment as it was? Should you run away?

“You lied, my darling. You would be surprised. Even by such an obvious truth.”

“Obvious?”

You look to him for a moment, blank-faced. His expression: a slight smile. Low lights from your windows shine dimly and enhance his features. A gentle wave of calm seems to wash over him.

a/n: I wrote this many months ago now and I’ve honestly wanted to get back into writing but I just... haven’t. :,) I gotta flesh out the way I write Dazai a bit better but for now, please enjoy this <3

#dazai x reader #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #dazai fluff #dazai drabbles #dazai imagines #bsd imagines #bsd fluff

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amaya-writes · 2 years

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hello! may i please request (for the event)

soulmate!au dazai x reader where port!mafia reader (who used to know dazai when he was an executive) and dazai abruptly realises that theyre soulmates.

it's a first-words-on-wrist-type soulmate marker, except reader refused to verbally communicate with dazai when he was in the mafia, because the reader realised long ago that dazai was their soulmate (and to not seem suspicious, they stopped talking to everybody else as well). however, after dazai left, reader began to talk again and gets on well with the other executives and black lizard.

except reader slips up, says the first words, there's a flash of silver on dazai and reader's wrist and they are very obviously soulmates.

all of this, of course, happens at a neutral meeting between almost all the high ranking mafia personnel (executives, black lizard and higuchi and akutagawa), and all of the armed detective agency.

and then reader up and bolts whilst dazai is left shocked.

sorry for the long request, have a nice day!

Event Masterlist About The Event

Notes: hi! thank you for being the first one to request for this event! and this post is sort of long (since the req was pretty specific) so I hope you don't mind.

Warnings: n/a

Characters involved: Dazai Osamu, mentions other characters from the anime

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Dazai was always damned to end up alone.

The confession was a hard pill to swallow, especially in a world full of soulmates, but it was something he had learned to live with over the years.

If anything, it seemed kind of poetic to think about. Of course, the weird man obsessed with death wouldn't be worthy of having his soul intertwined with another's.

There was a time when Dazai had yearned for a soulmate to call his, claiming that would be the true meaning of his life; something that would finally make him stay and consider living rather than surviving

From Oda to Chuuya, there had always been one person or the other who Dazai had considered his soulmate. Someone who he would secretly mull over at 2am as he wondered how the first thing they said to him hadn't been imprinted on the inside of his left wrist yet.

But over time those thoughts had been swapped out with bittersweet realizations of his fate, and Dazai had come to accept the lack of a soulmate in his life.

In fact, he felt that he didn't even need one. Because the people around him were seemingly enough.

Even if they were currently fighting over yet another invasion scheme to destroy their beloved city.

"The agency needs to stay out of this while we arrange-"

"And if we don't?"

Dazai could tell his words caused a ripple of distress across the room and had anticipated the round of angry whispers that followed, however, what he hadn't been prepared for was the unfamiliar voice that broke through the crowd of murmurs.

"I will not let our home burn just because of some petty dispute!"

Dazai could see the horror on your face as you realized what you had said, or rather, who you had said them to, but no amount of regret could undo the flash of silver light glinting over Dazai's left wrist as your sudden outburst was imprinted on him.

For a moment, the room remained dead silent as the brunette detective frantically looked between his wrist and your face.

But then your shock faded and a horrified gasp left your lips as you abandoned your seat and raced towards the door behind you, the rhythmic thud of your footsteps snapping Dazai out of his reverie.

Maybe he wasn't so damned after all.

The development was as bitter as it was sweet, for it was accompanied by a realization Dazai would rather not face.

You knew.

You knew and yet you chose to hide from him; hide from your fate. It was understandable, after all, who would want to be with the very man who dragged them into a mafia at an age where you were foolish enough to fall into Mori's line of sight?

But that didn't make his situation any better. If anything, it only worsened the pit of unease in Dazai's stomach.

"Go."

Fukuzawa's voice had never sounded as solemn yet encouraging at that moment, his tone a testament to the realization everyone had come to.

"Don't you at least want to know why?"

Mori's words were all it took for him to leap out of the chair he had been occupying for the greater part of that afternoon and hurriedly race out the door as he chased after the fleeting glimpses of your long black coat.

You had your reasons, and Dazai couldn't quite blame you for them. After all, who would want to be fated to someone who had spent all his life living for death?

But perhaps, it was finally time he learned how to use his heart for another rather than trying to stop it.

Dazai just hoped you would be willing to give him a chance.

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kachuuyaa · 2 years

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Hii!! Can I request fem Iguro Obanai!reader with Dazai???

It's okay if you don't want to 😊😊

Stay healthy and happy 💗💗

a/n: i hate relationships and i hate romance yet i write these. Duality yet i love it. ALSO THANK UUUU ANON STAY SAFE N HAPPY!!

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IGURO OBANAI!READER X DAZAI

You were a lone swordsman with a troubled past and a questionable attitude. You had always expected the best despite the best being shown to you, and upon dealing with a client your unforgiving and stern persona was shown, leading you to be disliked among the clients of the ADA, while Kunikida insists you stop showing up if a client appears. You berated him harshly, even going as far as insulting his ideals which you found ridiculous. He responded with just as stern ferocity, and you simply strutted out of the room, seemingly unbothered at his words. Despite your unsympathetic attitude, you were shown to have displayed mass amounts of respect for the president, while displaying a much more annoying aura towards your fellow co-workers. Although, most times, you have shown evident worry over their well-being, and honestly, it couldn’t get any worse once Dazai noticed. You knew he was an incredibly observant employee, yet you knew, once he asked you for your hand in a double suicide, did that make you loathe him more than you initially thought.

Dazai was mostly the target for your harsh words, yet he tunes you out by listening to his walkman, leading you to smack his head in fury, causing his headphones to fly off. As he whips his head behind him and is greeted by a heavenly sight, your eyes blazing with fury as your snake hissed venemously at him, and he scrambled to his feet to flash a beaming smile at you. This has always happened between the both of you, which made Ranpo send you two on missions together to amuse himself, yet, of course, he knew that you would be a great match for one another. (for missions, obviously. What else?) After such missions that Ranpo had assigned to you was when Dazai had grown curious of you. Mostly due to your ability, which he realized that your ability was much more than a simple sword, as he thought you followed after Fukuzawa. It was only fair. From then on, the brunette would trail after you, lingering you beside staff meetings, an unwanted tension hanging in the atmosphere as you made no move to usher him away. He won’t, and you know it. It just seems like the snake on your side never respected his presence, as the ceaseless hisses from your snake upon detecting him would prove it so. You had simply stared at him as he coils himself around your neck even tighter, as if showing a stance of protection. Although, as much as Dazai would want to revel in your presence, the death glare you never fail to send him makes him think otherwise. Dazai would chuckle at your antics, finding delight at certain reactions to his gestures. He took the initiative to introduce Atsushi to you, as none of them ever volunteered to, making the albino inwardly wince at this. It could only mean that you were either incredibly strict and terrifying, or have the behavior of Dazai, and if you do, he had to applaud Kunikida for dealing with such people.

Nope. You were terrifying. Incredibly terrifying. He felt as if he wanted to run away at your judgemental eyes and your chilling aura-- wait, is that a snake around your neck? He shrieked and hid behind Dazai, who looked at him with amusement. He introduced you, as you started spewing insults towards the albino, until he commented on how straightforward yet harsh you were. This led you to widen your eyes and retract your finger, sending you into a spiral of concealed insecurity. You were told to be daunting, malignant, and insensitive to those you meet, yet as Atsushi uttered those words to Dazai, you cannot feign your confidence. You huffed and spat relentless words towards him, criticizing his choice for his line of work and adding a comment of his inability to improve. This comment seemed to have struck Atsushi, and Dazai, seeing this exchange, cleared his throat and cheerfully made his plan of intervening clear.

Atsushi observed that you were uninterested in mostly everything but missions and the President, whom he realized you held incredible respect for. He learned not to set you off, which means cutting off all contact with you. The only people you favor, he noticed, were Dazai and Fukuzawa. He recalls the harsh words you threw at Dazai, the latter only laughing and apologizing profusely while gazing at your furious face. Your expression didn’t falter, however, it had upon Dazai requesting for your hand. It made you snarl and whip your head around, walking away from him. You weren’t ready, and to accept his proposition of going out alone. Together, even. You weren’t one for romance, although the rapid palpitations of your heart upon gazing towards Dazai would prove otherwise, you sincerely had thought different. You were certain that you disguised such self-loathing quite well, that he wouldn’t notice a simple slip-up from you. It was unnoticeable to others, yet it was incredibly clear to Dazai, and it left you baffled. Was it out of pity? It enraged you, yet you never allowed yourself to confront him. It was only a matter of time that he would approach you with that coy smile you grew to favor, allowing your own esteem to fade as soon as your eyes landed on his form. Dazai was a mysterious, mystifying person, an enigma presented with the appearance of a devil. You knew better, how falling in love with a man involved in crime, a man shrouded in mystery, a man whose persona is all you know about him. Despite that, he had captivated you, akin to a moth to a flame. A love burning so bright that it made you bear your attraction a bit longer. Such realizations came easy for the bandaged man, drifting to you for attention at work. Your determination and your courage never wavered, even in the toughest of battles, with injuries delivered towards every crevice of your body, you did not halt, even for a second. Perhaps, it was simply you who captivated a man shrouded in darkness and in blood so poignant, a sinner like him would simply brush over it.

He thinks it should have been the other way around. Him, with flaws circling his body and the blood of many tainted on his fingertips, the screams of agony singing to him, a hymn of tormenting memories in his head like a vice, a man of Dazai’s caliber, despite your outward appearance and the words so spiteful it felt like blades grazing his skin, each statement sharper than the last, he felt that it was a sin to love you, you who had captured the heart of a walking prodigy tainted with bloody records and had committed such atrocities even you would seethe with rage to. But you chose him, and even though he did not deserve it, even though his selfishness had already inflated with his confidence, he accepted you, and he knew that the love in your eyes concealed with hatred and ferocity would fade upon sensing Dazai near you. It was funny, how quickly your aura shifts when he enters the room, the face you make when he appreciates the gifts you bought him, and with all this sincerity, it made you think about his knack for suicide, and that you’d gladly die with him for as long as the love lingers in the Yokohama soil, telling the tale of two tarnished beings, elemental yet sardonic in each other’s arms. Either way, you would not admit it, but your heart, hard as stone and as cold as the glaciers of Antarctica, shifted into something incredibly humane with the love and the serenity Dazai had provided you. Whatever that feeling was.

#黄昏のBAY CITY — EVENT #obanai reader #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd headcanons #bsd angst #bsd fluff #bsd drabbles #bsd fics #dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai drabbles #dazai fics #daza headcanons #dazai angst #dazai fluff #not rlly proud of this since i wrote this while watching i want to eat ur pancreas so

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amateurasterism · 1 year

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your parents always thought you would end up with a nice partner and an easy life in the city, so when he shows up at their door, the tie you forced him to wear a little crooked and his shirt slightly unbuttoned and untucked, silver earring glinting in the entryway light, and a shit-eating grin that suggests anything but innocence, they aren’t sure what to think of him. but then they look at the way he’s looking at you, his cheeks flushed pink and eyes shining as they soak in your proud smile, fingers laced together causing your matching rings to clink. and suddenly they’re sure that this boy is rightfully, unconditionally, and wholeheartedly yours. there would be no other people, no more nights wondering if their child would find someone who would fill the gaps in their heart. you have finally found your soulmate.

GOJO SATORU, ryouta kise, bachira meguru, ryusei shidou, kuroo tetsurou, atsumu miya, BOKUTO KOTARO, edogawa ranpo, DAZAI OSAMU, jean kirschten, CONNIE SPRINGER, eren yeager

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justcallmesakira · 26 days

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You pounce on him, god this insufferable bastard always got you on your nerves, teasing about your status, grades and everything.

"God you idiot! Can you stop your mockery for one fucking second?" you exclaim your legs trapping his body down to the floor.

Everyone in school was watching your and his fights everyday, even the teachers were so fed up.

"What is it now, sweetie? Mad?" even so he teases you literally pinned against the ground.

"Shut the fuck up you manwhore" you reply back with anger in your movement your body creating slight friction against his which you djdnt notice.

You glare at him as if hes some leech heck he would only grin nastily if you did

"Ah just like that, love You hit the spot~"

He moans out, arousol in his tone which instantly made a hue in your cheeks appear but you had deemed it as anger and you instantly get up. Everyone was looking at you two whispering stuff like "theyre so dating" "its giving academic rivals".

While he was there just grinning cheekily, your glare piercing through his naughty ones.

"Cats got your tongue~"

+ DAZAI, NIKOLAI, fyodor, RANPO, DABI, bakugo, GOJO, geto and your cheeky favs :3

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morphodae · 14 days

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“Love? Is everything alright?”

He stops in his tracks by the doorway when he sees the dejected look on your face. Your attention is on the illuminated screen in front of you as words threaten to tear down the pieces of you that are already hanging by a thread.

He inches closer and reaches for your phone; you make no move to stop him and he’s surprised at how light your grip is. His eyes scan across the screen and the toxic words that others are saying to you. The frown is evident on his face and he holds back a bitter remark out of fear that bringing it up would only make your feelings worse.

You watch, emotionlessly, as he tosses the phone aside and climbs into bed with you, open arms envelop you in a warm, hazy hug.

The ice encasing your heart is slowly thawing and you try your hardest not to let the overflow of emotions burst at the seams.

“You don’t need any of them, any of that. I’m here. You only need me.”

~\~\~\~\💜

~Any of your faves

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aureatchi · 6 months

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“I GET LOST INSIDE ALL THE STARS IN YOUR EYES, IT’S A GALAXY.” ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, nikolai, sigma

— how do the bsd men kiss you? (& other things.)

a/n. rev writes this knowing well she’s awkward w physical touch ‘n has never kissed a guy. hdjshsh.

info. fem!reader. fluff !! + a bit sugg. established relationships. kissing, making out. mentions of bsd s5ep11 spoilers for dazai. pinch of angst if you squint.

DAZAI loves to listen to you ramble. he loves listening to you pour out your mind’s lively ideas to him out loud, whether it’d be something super philosophical that could match even his intellect, or something insignificant like the tv show you were watching last night before you fell asleep, waiting for him to come home. he is fascinated by anything and everything you say—so much, he wants to shroud the part of your body that speaks with love.

Which, of course, applied when Dazai finally returned to you from Meursault, after what had seemed like himself or you trying to cross the infinite sea of time.

You ran towards Dazai, his face clear and unhidden from the full moon’s light. He stood there with the biggest smile on his face, waiting for you to wrap your arms around his neck and envelope his taller figure in your embrace, but oh, he shouldn’t assume and expect loving gestures so quickly.

Instead, he was met with a fist to his chest, a punch with quite some power packed into it. Not enough to actually hurt him, of course, but Dazai would react dramatically either way.

“O-Ow! Bella!? What was that for?”

He looked down at you, catching an emotion as intense as fire in your eyes as you met his concerned, honey-dipped ones back, realizing you were being serious. Your fist was still connected to his upper body, and he stole a quick glance to observe your state—good, she’s been taking care of herself; she hasn’t skipped her meals—before meeting your face once again.

You let him bathe in a few moments of anxious silence before you finally started shouting.

“You didn’t even warn me!”

“I had no idea where you were!”

“Do you know how scared I felt?!”

Dazai continued to stand in place, not backing away when you continued to throw feeble punches at his torso with every frustration you cried out, when tears started to fall from your eyes, and when you stopped boxing him to surrender into his chest but not holding your tongue just yet.

“You’re so stupid and insane for this one, Osamu. Prison?! And you couldn’t even get a telephone to…yknow? Call me? Talk to me? I hate y—”

“Shh.”

Dazai had cupped your face, and before you could speak anymore, he sealed his lips over yours. Immediately, you kissed him back, abandoning all anger toward him by his action.

His eyes were half-lidded as he admired how yours looked in the silver moonlight. Up close, you were encompassed in his signature smell of green tea and a hint of mint, tempting you to keep him close to you even more.

“I…missed you so much, ‘samu” you said in between kisses.

“I’ve missed you even more.” You were lifted off of your feet, legs wrapped around his waist, as Dazai continued to press his mouth onto yours. He meant what he said—he savored the feeling of your warmth on him and the taste of your lips once again after not having it for so long. And robbing you of the same bliss along with it.

“I’m so sorry. I’ll make everything up to you, love,” he whispered as your hands found their way to sift through his soft, brunette hair. “I’ll kiss you as many times as you wish.”

“I’m sure you will even when I don’t wish,” you replied as you both pulled away for air, chuckling. “You’re not sly—we both know you kiss me to shut me up.”

“And I don’t see a problem with it?” he asked, his usual smug smile returning to his face before he gently peppered your forehead next.

“No. No, I don’t either.”

CHUUYA loves to spoil you. the top mafia executive spoils you with gifts, jewelry, accessories, breakfast…lunch…dinner, you name it. he also loves to spoil you with affection. after long days at work, he is always relieved to come home to the one good and comforting person in the world.

“Welcome home, Chuuya!” you greeted as you heard the front door open, the ginger-haired entering the house.

“Whatever you’re making smells delicious, doll,” he responded in a delightful tone, probably the first time he spoke so pleasantly all day.

You smiled. “I just finished making dinner.”

He walked toward you in the kitchen, pulling you into a hug.

“What’s up?” you replied, giggling at embrace as you wrapped your arms around him in return.

“Just missed you, that’s all,” Chuuya replied. “ You’re heaven-sent, yknow.”

You felt touched by his words. “I missed you too, Chuu,” you replied. “And I’m glad you feel that way. You deserve the best, and that’s what I’m trying to be.”

“Doll, you are the best. And you deserve the best,” he responded.

“Like this.” He gently lifted the custom necklace clasped around you. It was his present for one of your anniversaries, brought from some foreign country.

“But you deserve even more than material things.” He moved hair out of your face as he looked into your eyes.

He then moved closer to your face until his lips brushed over yours, and you could feel the warmth of his face.

“Something like this,” he said and then kissed you.

Luxurious as he was, his cologne smelled the same, completely engulfing you in his world. Chuuya showed you just how much you deserved by trailing his hands down to your waist, soothingly adoring every part. Meanwhile, his cerulean eyes gazed into yours, recording how pretty you looked to save in his mind.

“You’re so beautiful, doll.”

He felt you smile against his lips. “And you’re so handsome.” You broke away and then took the hat off of Chuuya’s head.

“You’re like…the person who can pull off the fedora the best.” You placed the hat on your head, his scent even more prominent on that accessory.

“You say that, yet I think I have competition now. Y’look cute with it on too.” Chuuya smiled, approving you with his signature hat.

You placed a kiss on his cheek. “Let’s eat now before the food gets cold.”

RANPO was very high-maintenance. you had to buy him snacks, you had to give him hugs, you had to do anything in the best wishes of the world’s greatest detective or else…he’d whine. and once he started complaining, he would not back down until you gave in. yet, however childish he was, you found him cute and didn’t love ranpo any less for his call of your affection.

“Ranpo! What do you need?”

Your boyfriend had run into the bathroom where you were trying to do your makeup, currently putting lipstick on your face.

“ ‘m really hungry,” he said, obnoxiously staring at you apply the red shade to your lips.

“Hungry? Oh, the snacks are in the pantry. I thought you’d already seen them?”

“No! I don’t want them!”

“Huh?” You paused and immediately turned toward him in utter disbelief that he had just declined his favorite food.

“Are you okay, Ranpo?”

“No!” He was unanticipatedly so loud that you flinched, accidentally running the lipstick off your mouth.

“…You’re not looking for snacks?”

“No!”

“Then what do you want?!”

“You!”

There was an awkward silence, and you noticed Ranpo’s face had gone entirely the shade of your lip as he stood, pouting.

It was apparent he was embarrassed for what he just blurted out. You almost wanted to laugh.

“You could’ve just asked me!” you replied with a chuckle in your voice. “Come here.”

Ranpo trodded toward you, still visibly frustrated.

“What do you want?” you asked.

“Well, first of all, you didn’t kiss me before I left for work this morning!”

You sighed, amused that he was whining so much because of that. And how he would never directly admit what he wanted from you—always making you have to solve puzzles and guess riddles to figure him out.

But it was also incredibly endearing how Ranpo took all your affections toward him to heart, no matter how big or small they were.

“Awh, I’m sorry I missed that,” you replied. “I’ll make that up to you.”

You kissed Ranpo’s cheek, stamping a red signature on the spot. You moved to his other cheek, and then his forehead, and then everywhere in between until he was covered in your smooches.

“Look!” you turned Ranpo toward the mirror for him to see what art you’ve created on him.

“You’re forgetting one place,” he said, turning his face to look at all angles.

“Really? Where?” you asked. He surely didn’t need anymore—his whole face showed proof you touched him everywhere with your lips.

“Here stupid, duuuuh,” he responded, kissing you on the lips. He moved your back to the edge of the sink counter, and then lifted you up to sit on it.

“Hungry, are you?” you giggled as he teased you with his tongue. “I avoided that spot on purpose, stupid.”

“Who are you calling stupid, stupid?” He ran his thumb over the stain your lipstick messed up on. You could feel him smirk.

“You, stupid! It was your fault after all. And look at your face!”

“Sweetheart, if you’re calling me stupid, you are too. One, you’re just stupid, and two, you’re stupid for being with me!”

You pulled back, laughing. “If I must be stupid to be with you, then I guess I’m stupid.”

“There’s a solution! If you call me smart, it’ll make you smart.”

“Fine, Ranpo. You’re the smartest person I know in this world.”

NIKOLAI loves surprising you. he finds your sudden reactions nothing short of adorable. which is why he caught you off-guard so much, so that he could see the cute responses you made, duh? widened eyes, mini jumps, and yelps were a few things he oddly took delight in.

Which is why the jester loves to surprise you with a kiss whenever he greets you. Though, whenever he does, you receive no warning. And you never know whether he wants to give you a simple peck on the lips or a full-on makeout session. It was expected to always be unexpected.

You were walking down the hallway to your room with a basket of clean laundry when you suddenly heard the all-too-familiar cheery, charismatic voice.

“Dove being productive, hm?” he chirped.

You scanned the entire room with your eyes, but you couldn’t see Nikolai anywhere, even though there was nowhere to hide.

“Kolya?”

“Hehe…I think it’s time for a quiz time!! Where am I?

“Am I here?” You heard a swift movement to the right of you, but as you turned, nothing was there.

“Orrr, here?” Now, you felt something brush your left side, but once again, when you turned to look, you were greeted only by Casper.

“How about here?” His voice was suddenly quieter but closer, more intimate.

You felt his frame against your back.

“Kolya!” you jolted in reflex, dropping the laundry basket—not expecting Nikolai to appear right behind you—but then, he surprised you even more by turning your face to the side and crashing his lips into yours.

He was so tall that he could easily lean over you to kiss you from behind your back.

You made a muffled squeal, and in the next moment, Nikolai had you against the wall with your hands above your head.

He stared at you as if nothing else in the world mattered because he already knew the reaction he would get out of you. You felt so shy and vulnerable under his complete gaze, but Nikolai was also mean—he didn’t allow you to move an inch to save face.

He wanted to enjoy the full show.

“H-hey! You can at least blink…” you blurted out when he finally let your face go, though he immediately grabbed you again seconds after.

“Hm? What’d you say, dove?” he asked, kissing you again. Your cheeks were flushed, and your lips were so soft and tasted like candy—how could he not be greedy for more?

“You’re so cute, baby!” he exclaimed when he finally pulled back. You were panting—Nikolai showed no mercy when he wanted you to himself.

But you still smiled in return when he gently bopped you on the nose with his mouth, a stark contrast to what he just did.

“Ah, did I get carried away?” He only then noticed you out of breath. “Sorry, I just missed you so much!”

“It’s alright,” you replied, hugging him, the scent of strawberry cake lingering on his body. “Though, whatever happened to a hi; hello?”

“You’ll never get anything boring from me, dove,” Nikolai giggled. “That’s one thing I’m certain of.”

SIGMA treats you like the most precious thing in the world, a princess. you need your shoes tied? oh, he’s on the floor with the laces. you need to go somewhere? he’s driving you there. you want to visit the sky casino? he would rig all the games so that you’d win every time. sigma is sweet and polite—he would always make sure you are fine with something before going ahead with it.

“How about here? I think this is a nice spot.”

“Okay! Let’s set our stuff here then.”

You and Sigma set down everything you brought for your evening picnic on the hills. The spot he had pointed out was directly in front of the sun setting behind the mountains, its golden glow bathing the earth in the day’s final hour of light.

Once all the food was organized on the blanket, you took out a couple of ribbons from your pocket.

“Do you want me to help you?” Sigma asked as you tried to figure out where to put them in your already-styled hair without a mirror. He noticed your struggle.

“Oh! Sure,” you replied with a shy smile, and immediately after, he was behind you, taking the braids in your hair and tying the ribbons onto those.

“Thank you,” you replied when he was done, and when Sigma stepped back, he smiled in admiration.

“Of course.” He took your hand as you both sat beside each other.

“It’s so pretty here.” You turned to face the mountains, the sun halfway below the horizon. “You were right; this is the perfect spot!”

You looked back at Sigma, but it seemed like he paid no attention to the view at all. His eyes were only on you.

“…Sigma?”

“Y-you look really pretty,” he said, eyes not leaving once you made eye contact with him.

“…Can I kiss you?”

Immediately, you felt your heart melt because your lover was so innocent and lovely. You had been together for months, yet he was still asking for permission to kiss you.

“Of course, Sigma! We’re literally dating, you can kiss me whenever you want.”

“O-okay!” You giggled at his smitten reaction.

You closed your eyes and puckered your lips in a dramatic act of preparation.

It seemed you had been mistaken, though. Because, he had kissed you on the forehead.

“O-Ohh—oops, I thought you meant-”

But then, Sigma’s lips were over yours. His hand that wasn’t holding yours gently guided your face towards his. His touches were all tender, expressing how much he adored you.

You wrapped your own free hand around his neck, pulling him closer. You opened your eyes slightly to take a peek, seeing his own were fluttered closed under such pretty eyelashes, and his expression content, basking in your comfort.

It was as if you and him finally breaking away was the moon’s cue to rise. The sun had set entirely by the time you were done, shades of warm-toned colored clouds left as a trail.

“That was sneaky of you, Sigma,” you laughed, cheeks warm and your head a bit hazy from how everything in the setting was so dreamy. “You tricked me by going for my forehead first.”

“I wasn’t going to kiss you straight-up like that! It was intimidating, you just waiting!”

You laughed some more, seeing his own cheeks tint a light shade of pink. “Come on, let’s eat.”

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love, love, what do you think about a reader who has really thick thighs :0 how would the bsd men react to it >:0 I feel like Nikolai/Dazai would like to force the reader to sit on their face lol (it’s a thirst just in case!!)

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ note. . . AAAAAA this ask made me so insane tysm for this nonnie. . . (mdni) not proofread sorry im a lazy fuck </3

dazai would love them, maybe so much so that its a little concerning— only a little though ! he'd lovee to lay his head on your plush thighs, whining for you to sing him to sleep— its the only way he can get some rest, y'know? he already loves your thighs so much but if you like wearing booty shorts, tights or even stockings? this man is a goner. just a heads up though, they're gonna be ripped to shreds by the time he's done with you. and no, he's not gonna buy you new ones (he's too broke ya'll)

he's definitely gonna beg you to sit on his face— at least do it once for him, won't you? oh but when you actually give in, he's so fucking happy he could basically die. he'd even say it to you— pretty brown lashes fluttering as he slurs out muffled words like— "god, bella. i could just— could just suffocate between these thighs," and if you know him, you know he's being dead serious. but you can't bring yourself to complain when he's practically making out with your pussy so fuckin' good, making you drool and sputter your words as he runs his tongue up and down your slick folds. filthy slurping noises escaping his lips while his fingers dig into the fat of your thighs— they're definitely gonna bruise later..♡

chuuya would find them adorable. he just loves to bury his face between them. not even in a dirty or suggestive way— he just found it so comforting, y'know? but also would be downright mesmerized by the way your thighs jiggle and spill out of your tights— blood rushing to his face and he can't help but sneak a couple glances at your plump thighs. shit, did they look good but he just wanted to rip them off as soon as possible.

and rip them off he did— blunt nails easily ripping the fabric of your mesh tights as he continues lapping at your soaked cunt. he only chuckled when you gasped and whined about how those were your last pair! he'd peak his head from between your spread thighs— tongue running over his swollen lips and god, did he look like a total fucking mess. his eyes were glazed over with pure lust and love for you— twinkling with delight as you moaned and clutched onto the bedframe, holding on for dear life as chuuya ate you out like a fucking animal. a sloppy grin graced his features, hand moving from your thigh to reach between your legs— pushing two gloved fingers in with ease. "relax, doll. I'll buy you all the tights you need. jus' lemme enjoy my fuckin' meal." and with that, he dived right back in..♡

fyodor found the contrast between your body and his own adorable. he was tall, lanky and slim. you, on the otherhand, were plush, soft and just....so enticing to him. he loved each and every part of your body, of course but your thighs— god, your thighs. he'd love to just bury his face between them and stay there for hours. not that he'd ever admit it, though. his pride wouldn't allow it. that doesn't mean he wouldn't show his adoration for them in a...different way, of course.

he'd lay you down gently on your shared bed, kissing every part of your body from head to those delicious thighs of yours. and after he's finally done— he'd press them together before sliding his cock in between. what? why're you looking at him with those pitiful eyes of yours? what better way to showcase his love for your plush thighs than to fuck them, no? he'd shudder at the way the flushed head of his pretty cock would catch against your clit with every drag of his hips. he'd only laugh cruelly at your whining and begging for him to just put it in! oh well, he's not stopping anytime soon until he gets to cum all over your pussy and those pretty thighs of yours so..goodluck..♡

nikolai would just.. keep his hands on you all the damn time. i mean, how could he not? when you're practically asking him for it! that's why you decided to wear those tight stockings, didn't you? to show off your mouth-watering thighs to the world? he just couldn't keep his eyes off them the entire fucking day. the way the fabric clung and dug into the meat of your thighs and fuck. how could he not get rock hard?

and that's how you ended up seated on his pretty fuckin' face. eager tongue exploring your insides as guttural groans and growls left his parted lips. he was soaked— head getting squeezed by your thighs and he could almost cum from the feeling. his hands were also busy— occasionally slapping and pinching the soft fat on your thighs and snickering at your high pitched squeals. he'd also lift you a little by grabbing the back of your thighs just to look at you with those drunk-dazed eyes. and fuck, he was practically pussy drunk. he wasn't at fault though! it's all your fault for having such nice fucking thighs..♡

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OSAMU DAZAI: ❛❛ MIDNIGHT RAIN ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ his melancholia is addicting. NSFW

contents: fem!reader. smut –> angst. cunniligus, implied p –> v, alcohol consumption. mentions of alcohol and smoking. established relationship.

author's note: somewhat inspired by cornelia street, easily the best song off of lover imo. fight me.

dazai's a stressed man—that's what years upon years of living in environments as active and tense as the mafia and the agency would do to anyone. so on the somewhat rare occasions that dazai softens around you, it's not a problem for you to oblige him.

ever since the two of you started dating, you haven't had a free night to yourself. nights that were once spent on the couch are now spent following dazai through the scarcely lit parts of yokohama, the only illumination of his figure being the soft rays of twilight bleeding from the sky.

on your little nights out, he never lets go of your hand. whether it's to tug you along cobblestone pathways or comfort you in the alleys you used to avoid, his fingers are always threaded through your own.

the more comfortable he gets with you, the more touchy he gets. dazai's arms seem like they were made to wrap around your waist, and you can't help but feel like a part of you's missing when his fingers aren't tangled with your own.

dazai's good with his words, and even better with his hands. only someone as adroit as dazai could make you see stars on your bedroom ceiling with just his fingers.

on nights when the agency works him like a dog, it's all you can do to keep your heart from melting when you see the way he falls asleep in your arms. for him, your touch is dangerously drug-like—something like a sedative, as he tells you the morning after.

dazai wouldn't have it any other way—he'd rather be addicted to you than to cigarettes or alcohol. and, lucky for him, he finds out after your first night in his sheets that you even taste better too.

one crisp evening after one too many glasses of whiskey, dazai's lips find their way to your collarbone, brushing across your skin in an almost ghost-like manner. the way he's holding himself back is almost painful to watch—the longing in his eyes plus the way he flexes his fingers pulls out a plea for him to just touch you from your lips.

one thing leads to another, and within a couple minutes your clothes are discarded to who-knows-where and all you can think about is how good dazai is to you.

and yet, even an hour later, he's holding himself back. despite being under the influence, dazai retains enough of his mind to resist the growing urge to fuck you to his heart's content. only after your pleas turn into full-on begging does he give in, deftly pushing your legs apart and sliding in effortlessly, mumbling praises on just how well you're taking him.

dazai eats you out like a man starved—when you convince him to fuck you with his tongue, he's ravenous. to him, you taste like heaven, and to someone who's certainly going to hell, he can't help but savor the taste of the paradise he'll never set foot in.

someone with such a tainted past like him doesn't deserve such a good girl like you. you shouldn't have to bear any part of the burden that rests on dazai's shoulders—it's not your fault he's so attracted to you.

that's a lie. the blame can only be put on you for being so accommodating, so comforting, so fucking perfect—at least, that's what dazai tells you from his spot in between your legs.

the pornographic sounds that the two of you make over the course of the night fluctuate every time one of you goes over the edge, mind swamped with nothing but thoughts of the other.

the night goes by too fast, marked by love-drunk kisses and nearly-spilt glasses of whiskey. neither of you has any idea how it started or how it'll end—the rumpled sheets tangled in between your legs is enough.

promises of i'm yours fall from both of your lips as the high starts to fade and your breaths start to slow, sleep tugging at the backs of your minds.

as the view around you fades to black, a last whisper slips through your lips. just before your eyes flutter closed, you relish the look of surprise on your boyfriend's face—it's exceedingly rare to catch dazai off guard, and for you, the person he thinks he understands the most to do so? impossible.

and yet the six words you murmur as your head hits the pillow leave dazai open-mouthed for a moment. he's speechless. the words themselves aren't much, but the meaning behind them is everything.

all good things come to an end—as a member of two of the most perilous organizations in yokohama, dazai knows this all too well. being surrounded by death and danger for half your life tends to destroy one's faith in destiny, and yet, as dazai watches you fall asleep on his chest, he dares to let himself hope against all odds.

all good things come to an end, but hopefully, this won't. he's invested far too much into this for it to crumble—if the worst happened, he'd never love again. it wouldn't be worth the risk, not if someone as perfect as you managed to slip through his fingers. he couldn't lose you, too.

so when he hears his thoughts mirrored on your lips, something in dazai's heart breaks. all his life, he'd been taught that permanence was a false promise. everything ended, good and bad, eventually. dazai had been taught to cut people off before they could hurt him, but for you?

if loving you was pain, then by all means, consider him a masochist.

"i hope i never lose you."

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✧ you stir away from dazai's embrace when…

he pulls away softly, exhaling gently as he gazed over your disturbed face and overly relaxed body. burying your face into the junction of his bandaged neck further.

"[y/n].." the brunette feigned a chuckle and stroked your velvety locks to capture your undivided attention, "[y/n]." dazai whispered, the slightest smile appearing on his usually cryptic features. but you further concluded through a hazy gaze, that his smile, usually concealed with a layer of deceit, was ever so genuine. "hmm?" you smiled back, a subdued groan pulling from your chest as you stretch your limbs, arms quickly encircling back to hugging his slim waist. "i wanna show you something.." he murmurs, lips placed on the top of your head with a pout. raising a brow at your boyfriend's proposal, you lift your gaze to his umber eyes.

"my bandages." dazai fiddles with his fingers almost awkwardly, grazing over the rougher texture of the bandages; a rather different approach compared to his skin. "what about them?" you question, reckoning to leave his turbulent concerns and just bury yourself back into his chest. the young detective huffs out a frustrated sigh; almost childishly, annoyed that you were completely fine with his bandaged limbs and didn't get what he wanted.

"off. i think i wanna take them off." —a phenomenon you would've never thought dazai osamu would ever allow to, especially suggest. you slowly nod, your fingers grazing over his knuckles, "you sure?" dazai liked the texture of bandages, it hid his skin, what laid underneath, and the texture was just.. comforting. a proud pleasure of his the detective never tried to hide; the shielding feeling of bandages. the brunette seemed nervous, almost terrified that he was going to let this go right now. dazai figured that if you were going to be with him, you should be with all of him. "mhm, i.. i wanna feel you forreal."

and so, carefully, he unwrapped the bandages off his fingers, then his arms, then his neck. and soon, the brunette sheepishly bared all of him to you—his version of all of him, at least.

dazai.. no, osamu, took this time to run his bare fingers through your silken hair. lips parting ever so softly as a pink blush tinted his cheeks, unfamiliar to this stricken feeling of just you. the detective giggles softly at your lovestruck smile, admiring such a rare and beautiful sight. osamu reached beneath your shirt, hands ghosting over your waist delicately, pulling you in closer for his fingers to stop and caress your lower back. you happily conceal your face into his bare neck again, intaking the soft scent of alcohol and fresh laundry. when your lips are pressed against his neck, dazai stirs and giggles faintly, moving his arms into encircling your shoulders, pulling you close to just card his fingers through your hair. intake your delightful and familiar scent, and giggle at each other's intimate vulnerability.

during a night such as this, being completely vulnerable to each other was rare, but you'd continue to bask in it for many nights, evenings, and days to come.

w/c: 524

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To Hold the Sea | Ch. 5

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Synopsis: It’s been some time since you and Ango last met, in the meantime, you and Dazai have started to get used to living “underground” together.

warnings: drinking :p

It’s been a week since you last saw Ango. You and Dazai have moved into a small apartment together to avoid any trouble with the Port Mafia for now. Your days have been characterized by an unrelenting, heavy feeling. The two of you sit around together mostly in silence; any conversation is centered around ‘What do we do next?’. That is, until Ango gives Dazai a call.

In some last-ditch effort to help the two of you get back onto your feet, he offers you the chance to talk with his boss, who will assist in getting you jobs. Your history will be erased as soon as possible. You both accept, and your days become a little less aimless.

When the day of the meeting finally arrives, you watch Dazai slip into his coat. There is a distinct, bittersweet feeling that fills you both when he turns around. You give him a simple smile,

“It looks good on you.” He bites the inside of his cheek, “I suppose it does.”

Dazai rejects the first job quickly, but you suppose you wouldn’t’ve wanted to work in the Special Division either, at least not for long. He gives you a meaningful look you don’t understand, but, for a second, you think he looks happy.

“Is there a place the both of us could work together, somewhere without a lot of regulations? Somewhere we can help people?”

Ango’s boss, who you now recognize as Taneda, looks a bit puzzled but gives it some thought. He pulls out his fan and leans closer to the table, “There is an armed organization of gifted individuals.” He says lowly. He explains that the organization deals with cases in a legal grey area that civil workers have trouble dealing with. You breathe in deeply, looking at Dazai to gauge his reaction. He smiles- widely- and it takes you by surprise.

When you arrive back at your apartment, things seem to have taken a turn for the better, but bad habits die hard. Dazai has bought a surprising amount of liquor to keep here, and the two of you indulge. Time passes in a blur, and when you wake up, lying right next to him (passed out) on the couch, the sun sneaks in through the window. Dazai looks peaceful; you get up slowly and find a blanket to lie on him. You hope that the time you have to spend in hiding isn’t always like this, though. You know how unhealthy your habits are. You know just how self-destructive Dazai can be; he knows it too. When he wakes, he just watches you move around the apartment. You’re tidying it up as best you can, trying to make it feel like more of a home. He smiles again, but you don’t catch it. He moves to your CD player and puts on a nice instrumental album. You finally realize he’s awake when the music starts playing.

“Morning.” He chimes.

You look at him carefully, wondering if he feels as awful as you do; you’re surprised to see him start to dance.

“I see someone’s happy today.” You laugh, but it comes out like more of a question.

“I feel more… alive today.” He says thoughtfully. He walks over to where you’re sweeping dust and puts your broom to the side, slotting his hand in its place.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re dancing.”

With that, he takes your other hand and begins to step gracefully toward the middle of the room. You look at him and laugh.

“How do you have the energy for this right now?”

“We should buy some market lights, put them around the room.”

“Avoiding the question, Dazai, really?”

“Hmm, maybe we can paint the walls. What color should we try?” he looks around the room thoughtfully before you remind him that you’re both unemployed at the moment.

“What does that have to do with it? We have savings.”

You roll your eyes, and he considers that your answer. He lets one hand free and places it on the back of your head. He hugs you close to him as you two sway side to side.

“Dazai?” he doesn’t respond; he just twirls your hair and keeps you close.

note: sorry, this one's kinda short. It's very sweet tho :)

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High school Au! I hope that’s ok- basically, reader is on the volleyball team, but feel left out because they are a year older than their team mates. Dazai, who didn’t really care for anything before that was sport related, was dragged by his friend group to go see one of their games.

When he sees reader perform a perfect spike and have an amazing game, he finds himself interested in learning more. He starts talking to reader and soon enough, she confides in him abt what’s been happening.

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Notes: I changed it from a spike to a serve because I didn't feel like writing out a whole match scene, I hope that's fine! also thank you 🥺💜

Warnings: n/a

Characters involved: Dazai Osamu, mentions Chuuya

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

The next time Chuuya dragged him to a boring sports game Dazai was going to suffocate him with that stupid hat he insisted on always wearing.

It wasn't that Dazai had a particular aversion to sports or anything. In fact, he normally enjoyed watching a few matches on his phone.

It was the fact that he had been dragged away from his work and seated in the middle of a gym stuffed with sweaty gossiping teenagers who loved to stare at their president.

Dazai's normal excuses of his duties as a representative of the school had fallen on deaf ears as Chuuya used the fact that their adorable juniors Akutagawa and Atsushi were going to have a match that afternoon to coerce Dazai into joining.

However, one match quickly turned into three and before he knew it Dazai found himself sitting through the entirety of the under eighteen volleyball qualifiers with a buzzing Chuuya clinging to his side.

"Chuuya I have things to do."

His annoyed call was ignored for the umpteenth time that day as the shorter male kept his eyes trained on the court, not even bothering to turn to Dazai as he replied.

"Just a minute! Our best spiker is about to serve."

His words intrigued Dazai more than he cared to admit, which was why the brunette found his head turning forward to observe the student clad in their school's uniform standing at the far end of the court.

Chuuya had thankfully been insightful enough to snatch the best seats for the two of them, which meant that Dazai could easily see the calm expression on your face as you tossed your ball upwards the second the sound of the referee's whistle cut through the gym.

For a second, he thought that nothing had happened.

But then Dazai heard the people around him erupt in cheers as a loud thud echoed from the other side of the court; a sound that had him turning to stare at the volleyball now idly bouncing in the middle of the opponents.

"You were right."

Dazai could sense Chuuya's smug grin even before he turned towards the redhead, but didn't bother to boost his ego more than necessary as he turned back to observe you.

"You were amazing! Of course our oldest and most experienced player would put us in the lead with one serve!"

He could tell your teammates had meant it in a nice way, but even from his seat behind your manager's bench, there was no mistaking the poorly hidden frown tugging on your lips.

The way you seemed to shrink in on yourself as your teammates continued praising you confused Dazai to no end. After all, why would you be insecure about something as simple as age?

"-turning eighteen in a couple of weeks, thankfully coach said that didn't matter."

Oh.

Being a couple of months or even a year older than your classmates was usually nothing to worry about in school. But when you start your last year, it was hard for the older children to feel included when their friends were still minors.

Some people, like Dazai, thought nothing of the age gap. But you seemed to be affected by it.

He shouldn't have cared as much as he did.

Dazai told himself he was just bored. That he chose to follow after you as you left the gym with an excuse to use the bathroom only because your insecurity was the only interesting thing he had seen all afternoon.

But that was a lie.

You were classmates who never talked much, but Osamu had always thought you were pleasant to be around. Maybe that was why he didn't like seeing you so down about something so stupid.

"You're going to be late if you just keep standing there."

You jumped up in alarm at the sudden sound of his voice, the sight making Dazai scoff in amusement as he walked up to you and took to leaning against the other end of the window you were staring out of.

"Dazai. Didn't see you there."

He hummed at your acknowledgement but was quick to speak up a moment later.

"You shouldn't be insecure about your age."

"How did you-"

Dazai shrugged at your confused questioning, with the action being the only answer he was willing to provide you.

"Doesn't matter. Listen, you're not better than them because you're a few months older. You're better because you're talented."

He moved closer to you as he spoke, only coming to a stop once you were trapped between him and the cold glass window.

"Worrying about your age just gives them something to get into your head with-"

Maybe distracting you with misleading romantic gestures wasn't the right way to ensure his school won, but Dazai didn't really care much about morals. Not when this way he could watch you squirm and part your lips as you tried to come up with some sort of a retort.

"I wouldn't want our star spiker losing over something so stupid."

He moved forward to cup your cheek and tap it affectionately before completely pulling away.

Dazai could tell you wanted to comment on his proximity, perhaps even make a move, but you weren't allowed to do anything else as the gym door behind him loudly flew open, followed by calls of your teammates searching for you.

"You should go."

You nodded along to his words, almost as if they helped snap you out of the flustered daze his proximity caused.

The sight had Dazai letting out a soft smile as he watched you pull away and return to the gym with a quick thank you.

Maybe sports games weren't so boring after all.

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