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glitch-karma · 1 year

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Bungo character's reaction to you drawing them

Dazai

He snuck up on you while you both were supposed to be working

"Y/nnnn~! I'm bored!"

You quickly hid the drawing but he still snuck a peak of it

"What's that?"

He ofc snatched the sketchbook

"My my! It seems you've drawn quite a handsome man!" "NO NO NO"

He proceeded to run around the office showing off your skills as you ran after him yelling

He also took the drawing home with him and actually genuinely loves it

Kunikida

Unlike Dazai, you're actually the one who gave the drawing to him

"Hey uh, Kida?" "What is it? I still have a lot of work-"

When he saw the drawing he was actually speechless

You thought he died for a second as he just mindlessly stared at the drawing

"...Kida-?"

He reached out and grabbed the sketchbook, his eyes never leaving the drawing

"This. This is me, correct?" "Yeah, I just thought you were the perfect model"

You start to get self-conscious as he goes silent again.

"Can I keep this?" "Huh?"

He looked up at you with a genuine smile as he asked again:

"Can I keep it? You're drawing skills are impeccable. I'm honored to have been your muse."

Anddddd you blush immediately and agree

He has it framed by his bed

Atsushi

You also gave your drawing to Atsushi

"I have a gift for you" "Really? For me?"

As soon as he saw the drawing he bursted up out of his seat with stars in his eyes

"Wow, you actually drew this!? It's incredible! You even got my eyes and everything! You really have a gift!"

You smiled as he stared excitedly at it

After he was done spouting out praises and compliments he gave you a big hug

He keeps it in a drawer by his desk

Ranpo

Ranpo deduced it was a drawing of him by the way you kept glancing across the room at him

While you were sharpening your pencil, he snuck over and ripped out the page

"Ugh- RANPO!"

He opened his eyes to get a better look at the drawing

"Awe y/n, you just can't take your eyes off the world's greatest detective can you?" "Wait it's not done!"

He childishly ran around the office as you ran after him

You both were stopped by Kunikida and you got your drawing back

Yosano

You were injured on a mission

After Yosano was done healing you the drawing fell out of your pocket

She was gonna just put it back in your pocket, but then she noticed it had her name on it

She opened it up and was shocked to see such a well done drawing of herself

She blushed and admired the drawing for a long while before folding it and putting it in her own pocket

She kept it and you assumed you lost it

Kenji (Platonic)

You gave the drawing to Kenji as a present

"Wow you really made this with your own hands!"

He was amazed at the drawing and smiled brightly at you

You treated him to beef stew after for all his hard work

Kyoka (Platonic)

To make Kyoka feel more welcome at the agency you made her the drawing

She thought it was a picture at first

"..Why do you have a picture of me?"

After you explained that it was a drawing and that you made it she got really embarrassed

she stared at it for a while and then gave you a hug

"...It's really pretty.."

You patted her head and helped her finish her paperwork after

Chuuya

He came to pick you up for work

While on his motorcycle the drawing flew out of your pocket

You immediately panicked and begged him to go back

As he parked you ran around searching everywhere for it

"Is it really that important? It's just a drawin'."

He saw that you were genuinely distressed and felt bad

He started helping you look for it after calming you down a bit

Unfortunately, he was the one to find it

"Hey is this-"

When he saw it was him he full stopped

You saw he had it in his hand and froze as he said nothing

He burst into laughter

"All of that for a drawing of me!?"

You guys skipped work and he watched as you redrew it as payment for laughing at you

Akutagawa

You were too scared to give it to him in person so you just left it on his desk

When he first saw it he was confused, but he saw it was signed by you

He didn't say anything to you about it the next day so you got scared

You slowly forgot about it till randomly on a mission you both were on

While you two were walking to the destination he randomly spoke up:

"Oh by the way thanks for the drawing. It was well done." "..Huh-"

He didn't say anything else about it and you were very confused

Gin

You and Gin regularly hang out outside of work: during one of these times you gave it to her

She was really embarrassed about it and muttered out a "Thank you.."

She cherishes it and keeps it by her bed

Poe

you hid the drawing in one of Poe's books

When he found it he was amazed

You even included Karl and that made him happy

He wrote a poem about it and he keeps both the drawing and the poem he wrote by his bed

Fyodor

You gave it to him

He just stared at it for a long long time

He nodded before putting it in his pocket

"I'll be keeping this."

He likes it ;)

Nikolai

He grabbed it from you using his ability

He looked at it with stars in his eyes before jumping up excitedly

"Quiz timeeeee~!" "Oh boy.."

"Question one: Why did you draw me, Nikolai Gogol?" "..I just thought you were pretty."

"Excellent! Question two: Do you always think I'm prettyyyy?"

You walked away from him

Ango

Ango works a lot so you found it hard to find the right time to give it to him

Eventually, you just gave it to him at the office

He stared at it for a long time, and didn't say anything

You got scared as he stood up and walked over to you

He suddenly engulfed you in a big hug which threw you off for a second

When he pulled away he had tears in his eyes which made you PANIC

"ANGO- ARE YOU-" "It's beautiful. This is the nicest gift I've ever gotten."

He keeps it framed by his desk so he can look at it every day.

Jouno

...

Dude he's blind-

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coolyiooo · 4 months

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BSD Men : Sitting On Their Face

Pairings: Dazai, Ranpo , Fyodor, Atsushi, Chuuya, and Sigma

❗WARNINGS❗: SMUT, MDNI, oral, twitching, throbbing, moaning, whimpering, begging, rounds, scratching, biting, praise, sadism and etc

🖤DAZAI🖤

Hes been begging and pleading for you to sit on his face for the whole day and you agreed to stop his whining. You knew he just wanted to do it because he would see it as a good way to suffocate and die, but you'll make sure to not make that happen.

You were both on the bed and you had just your bra on while Dazai had his underwear on. He was lying on his back while you were sitting on his face. Your thighs were right by his face and his hands were on your waist. Your hands were clutching tightly onto the headboard while he thrusted his warm tongue into you. He moaned against your cunt and clit which only vibrated against you. He loved your taste and seemed to be really enjoying himself. He looked up at up to see your pleasured face and your beautiful body as he sucked and licked your pussy.

You were moaning while one hand was clenching onto the headboard and the other was pulling Dazai's hair, which only made him moan louder against your clit. He put his hands on your hips to help you lower yourself more and completely sit on him. You gasped as he tried doing this and raised your hips higher, making him whine softly.

"I told you to not do that. I don't want to suffocate you" you panted

"I want to taste you more~ and it would be the best way to go...to be strangled by these soft thighs and cunt of my belladonna~" he chuckles softly while looking up at you and sucking on your clit gently.

You moaned softly "no"

"What if I promise you that I'll let you know when I can't breath?" He kisses your thighs. He still looks up at you, but this time with pleading eyes.

"You know I always keep my promises with you~" he bites your thighs gently with a smirk

"Fine...I trust you" you were still unsure, but you believe him

He sighs in satisfaction "fuck yeah~"

He then forcefully brings your hips completely down on him and moans loudly as he thrusts his tongue into you. This feeling was better than before and you unconsciously rocked your hips back and force slowly.

This made him moan more. He made your hips rock back and forth more quickly. He was getting so turned on that he also began to thrust his hips into nothing. He knew you were close so he flicked your clit quickly with a bit of pressure. Your arched your back as your muscles slowly relaxed more. You lowered yourself completely on his face just like he wanted. He moaned and whimper loudly. He could barely breath, but that wasn't gonna stop him flicking your clit quickly.

After a couple more seconds with his warm tongue on your clit, you came on his face while moaning and twitching. Your thighs trembling against his face gently. He was so turned on that he came in his underwear too. He whimpered loudly and gripped tightly onto your thighs while digging his nails into them. You were breathing heavily and tried to calm down from your high. After you came down from your high, your realized that you were still sitting on Dazai.

You gasped as you remembered and got off of him to let him breath. You looked down at him with a worried expression, but he was smiling genuinely and panting.

"That was amazing~ I thought I was gone for a second...we should do that all the time, Bella~" he chuckled

You pinched his cheek aggressively, making him yelp in pain "you told me that you'd tell me when you couldn't breath! We're never doing that again" you seemed annoyed and a little mad.

He pouted "but, bella~" he whined while hugging you and nuzzling into your neck

You rolled your eyes "just don't scare me like that...next time we'll just be more careful" He sighs "fine" he then smirks and looks at you "you taste amazing by the way, bella~"

💚RANPO💚

You two do this very often since Ranpo loves doing it. He might honestly be addicted to it. He just loves how your soft thighs are by his face and how they twitch often. He loves how you squirm and moan from the pleasure he's giving you. He loves how you clench his hair, but most of all, he loves how you taste and cant get enough of it. He usually keeps going even after you cum a couple of times.

You were sitting on his face as he skillfully licks your wet cunt with a pleasured face and blushed cheeks. Your hands were on the headboard to keep yourself balanced on something while his hands were on your thighs, caressing and squeezing them gently. he's been overstimulating you since he doesn't want to stop.

"So good~ so sweet~ mmn~!" He whimpers against your pussy

You were trembling so much "R-Ranpo- ah~ Its too much~" you whimper

He looks at you with pleading eyes "Please? I can't get enough of you~ mmn~! I need more~"

You can never say no to him when he looks at you like that but you were being overstimulated "I can't go on any longer~"

"Please~? One more? You look so cute like this~" he begs

You sigh and nod as he continues to eat you out. He moans and whimpers loudly against your clit which only vibrates against it. He made sure to slide his tongue deep inside you as far as he can to taste more of you and make you feel better. There was a tent in his pants thats already soaked from his precum. His cock was Throbbing aggressively inside his boxers since he was so turned on right now. Your moans and trembling was about to make him cum alone.

He then moved his tongue faster to make you cum again. He needed to taste your climax and needed you to do it on his face. His tongue moved in almost a desperate pace. You moaned loudly and clenched his hair. He whimpered against your clit and you finally hit your limit. You moaned loudly as you came on him and arched your back. He whimpered loudly and came in his boxers from how aroused he was at the sight, taste, and sensation.

He was panting heavily as you got off of him and laid down next to him "That was amazing~ you taste so sweet, sugar~" he smiled brightly.

He was hugging you tightly as you breathed heavily "You always say 'one more' but you never mean it" you panted.

"Your taste is so addictive. I can't help myself" he nuzzled into your neck like a child. He then Smirks "I don't ever leave you unsatisfied though, right?"

You blush and sighed while looking away. You shook your head 'no'. He smiled in a prideful manner "That's what I thought~"

💜FYODOR💜

Surprisingly he was the one that wanted to do it and of coursed your agreed. You wouldn't have thought he would suggest it but your not complaining. Little did you know why he suggested it was because he just wanted to see you break with just his tongue and he would be getting a good view when doing so.

Here you both were on the bed and you sitting in his face. His hair was tangled and messed up because of how much you've been clenching it. He didn't mind it at all if anything he loved the feeling of his hair being pulled by you in such an intimate situation. His hands were on your hips to keep you still since you were squirming. He was pretty talented with his tongue and he knew how to use it on your wet cunt.

He looked up at you as you were moaning and trembling from how impressive his tongue worked on you. He had a smile on his face "You look so voluptuous in this angle, moya lyubov~"

You couldn't really respond and didn't even know how to respond to that comment. You blushed and clenched tighter on his hair which only made him release a low moan as he smiled pridefully "So defenseless, vulnerable, and adorable~ I love it~" he said as your thighs trembled in-between his face.

"Your such a sadist~" you groaned softly

Your comment only made him smirk more and flick his tongue faster on your clit. You moaned and trembled more as you felt your climax reaching at a fast pace.

"Your close aren't you, Myshka~? Mmn~ look at me~" he said as he looked up at you and you looked down at him with an overwhelming expression.

He made eye contact with you as he sucked on your clit while using his tongue to circle around it quickly. You came aggressively on his tongue with a loud moan and quivering intensely. He was completely aroused by this sight and all he could do was just dig his nails into your hips and moan deeply. He wanted more. He wanted to see you break even more.

"Why do you taste extraordinary~? Perhaps one more round wouldn't hurt~" he gently sucked on your clit more

You gasped and whimpered "Ngh~! F-Fedya, it's too much~" your body trembled more

"How can I stop when you look so cute and taste so good~? Just one more time, lyubov~" he smirked and shoved his tongue into your sensitive cunt.

"I-im- ah~! overstimulating~" you whimpered \

He smile brightly with pride and caressed your thighs up and down to tease you more. He didn't stop his tongue from moving, if anything, he went faster. He really did like how you tasted "I love it when you lose yourself completely because of me~ so just let me live this moment for awhile longer, okay Myshka~?"

💙ATSUSHI💙

You two were on bed about to get intimate when suddenly you suggested the idea to him. He widen his eyes and blushed when he imagined it in his head, but he nodded and said yes. He could never say no to you and it's not like he hated the idea, he just didn't know what to expect from this experience. He laid down on his back as you wrapped your legs around his shoulders and face to sit on him.

The feeling of you all over him was remarkable and the way you tasted was wonderful to him. He was closing his eyes to embrace the feeling of your twitching, warm thighs around him. His tongue thrusted inside you deeply and switching to flicking your clit gently. Your moaning were only making him feel excited and made him squeeze your thighs gently.

He looked up at you and blushed from the sight "You look so beautiful~" he mumbled against your cunt which vibrated on your clit

You sighed and moaned as you gently clenched his hair "Your doing amazing~ mmn~ it feels so good~"

He was starting to lose his mind a little. He was liking this experience way more than he thought he would. He brought your hips down closer to his face and lifted his head gently to be in complete contact with your cunt. His tongue went deeper inside of you almost as if he was desperate to taste more you. His tongue was warm and making you tremble more. You moaned more louder and tighten your grip on his hair. You gripping on his hair was making him more aroused and his pants tighter. He moaned a lot, making your clit and cunt feel vibrations against them and making the pleasure even better.

"Ah~! A-Atsushi~" you arched your back while moaning loudly

When you moaned his name, it only made him be more rough. It was like he was becoming addicted to you completely. He squeezed your thighs and waist since he was feeling turned on by the situation as well. There's nothing more that turns him on than being able to satisfy you. "You taste a-amazing~ mmn~! I'm sorry I can't control- ngh~"

The way his tongue teased you was like it was his last meal. He moved his tongue into you desperate to get a taste of you. You were at your limit now. You held onto his hair tightly and moaned "Ngh~ I can't- I'm gonna- ah~ c-cum~"

A few more seconds of his tongue circling around your clit and you came all over his tongue with a loud moan. Your thighs and cunt throbbing on his face and your moans made him cum with you. He whimpered loudly and dug his nails into your waist.

You were both panting and twitching against each other from the intense orgasms you both just experienced. He looked up at you and smiled tiredly. His hands were still on your waist, but they were no longer squeezing you "C-can we do that again? Of course, if you want to" he panted slightly

You widen your eyes a bit. Your heart slowly down "You like it that much?"

He nods and looks away embarrassed with blushed cheeks "y-yeah, I enjoyed it"

How could you say no to your sweet boyfriend? It felt amazing as well so you wouldn't mind. It's a good thing he loved this experience. You smiled kindly "Alright then...please keep going"

His eyes shine with gratitude and happiness as he gently brought your hips towards his lips again. His tongue gently and slowly licking your cunt again to not overwhelm you too much.

You moaned softly and his eyes had a lustful gaze "Mmn~ I r-really like this~ just tell me if it's too much for you, ok?"

🧡CHUUYA🧡

You were the one that suggested it first. Chuuya was first surprised, but then he smirked slightly and agreed to it. Of course he would agree to this. So here you two were on the bed with you on his face. He was loving every second of this experience. The warmth of your body all over his face was addicting. Your legs wrapped around his shoulders and your thighs by his face as you shake from the euphoric sensation he was giving you. Your moans were music to his ears. The way you messed up his hair from pulling on it. The way he could see your whole body from this angle.

He smiled slightly as he tried to push his tongue as deep as he can into your throbbing pussy. Your taste was enough to get him hard and throb in his pants.

He looked at you at awe As you arched your back and moaned "Wow, your so fucking breathtaking~"

Your legs involuntarily squeeze his head gently from the ecstasy you were feeling which only made him chuckle softly and moan lowly. "Does it feel that good~? Ngh~ Your so cute when I feel your legs quiver~"

You whimpered and closed your eyes "It feels amazing~"

He smirked slightly "I can tell, doll~ god, why do you taste sweet, huh~? Your just asking for me to be addicted"

He used his ability to make you push deeper into his face which only made the pleasure stronger and unbearable for you. It didn't help that as he was using his ability, he used his hands to caress your whole body. He caressed your rear, back, stomach and chest. He was driving you insane and you were close to cumming. You whimpered loudly which only made him use his tongue in a quick pace. You clenched his hair tightly, making him groan against your clit. His groan vibrating on it.

You couldn't bear the pleasure anymore "Agh~! I-im about to~!"

"Hold it for just a bit longer, doll~ I want to taste you more~" he moved his tongue more slowly

You were breathing heavily "B-but I don't know if- ah~! I can~" you were quivering aggressively

"Please, doll~? I don't want this to end so soon~" he said as he caressed and squeezed your thighs gently.

You just nodded to respond to his question making his eyes brighten up with excitement. He sucked on your clit gently and used his tongue flick it slowly. You were a whimpering mess and gripping harshly on his hair.

He moaned "I can't get enough of you, darling~ ngh~ my God~"

He began to caress your whole body again and squeezing gently when he touched your rear, chest, and thighs. Your body was perfect in his eyes so of course he'd treat you in the best condition. The sensation was too much for you to handle. You closed your eyes shut and moaned loudly

Your thighs trembling violently against his face "I can't anymore- Chuuya~!"

You then came all over his tongue as your whimpered. The sight was too much for him to bear, so he groaned and came inside his pants. His nails digging into your thighs and your hair pulling on his hair. The pleasure was amazing and like a heaven on earth.

You were both panting and throbbing as you calmed down. You laid down next to him while your body was feeling tired. He pull you close to him as he kissed your forehead with a soft smile.

"Aren't I a lucky man...your so lewd yet adorable, doll~" You blushed and were too tired to speak. So all you did was rest your head on his chest and close your eyes. He widen his eyes slightly, but the. Quickly hugged you tightly.

He closed his eyes and sighed in satisfaction "I really am a lucky man"

💛SIGMA💛

You were the one that wanted to try it out and he blushed a lot when you told him what you wanted to do, but he agreed. When he agreed, he didn't have high expectations for it for himself but little did he know that he would love it. You were both on the couch and you sat on his face. Your hands gripped tightly on the couch cushions and his luscious hair. He was using his tongue to flick and tease your clit and cunt. You were moaning and whimpering from the pleasure he was giving you.

"Does it feel good, dear?" He looks up at you for confirmation

"Yeah~ ah~ your doing amazing~" you moaned softly

You begin to move your hips slightly which only made the sensation feel even better. Your legs trembled more and he felt how aggressive your trembling was on your thighs that was on his face and shoulders. The feeling was provocative.

"Mmn~ It feels nice when you tremble, dear" he moans softly

You blushed and moaned more from the comment. From this angle, He thought you looked so erotic. He was becoming aroused.

"Do you like it when I do this~?" He then sucked on your clit gently and moved his tongue in a fast circular motion.

Your eyes widen as you gasped. You whimpered loudly "Ah~! Y-yes~"

You clenched his hair tightly which made him groan against your clit. The vibration from his groan to your clit made the pleasure even better. The way your legs were trembling, the sight, your taste, your moans and you clenching his hair was making this experience pleasurable. He was starting to loose control and become addicted to this feeling. You moaned louder as he moved his tongue faster

"You look so beautiful, dear~ ngh~ your taste is... intoxicating~" he moaned softly

He wanted to taste you more and make you more over the edge. He grabbed your hips and brought them lower to his face as he used his tongue in a more rough pace. The sensation was better than before and you moaned louder as you felt your release approaching. His hands were gripping tightly onto your flesh to keep your hips still.

"Too good~ mmn~! I'm gonna cum~" you moaned as you then instantly came on his tongue and your whole body shivered.

He looked at your face as you came on him. The way you cum aroused him so much, he almost came just from the sight. As your were calming down from your high and breathing heavily, he was panting slightly "That was...i enjoyed that more than I thought" he smiled softly.

You raised your brows and smirked slightly "You liked it?"

He chuckled softly "Yes, dear...i can get used to this"

He then suddenly felt the urge to do this all over again. He didn't want this to end so soon. He looked up at you with a small blush "Maybe just one more taste, dear?"

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fyorina · 2 months

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ᡣ𐭩 YOU AND ME (ALWAYS FOREVER)!

FEATURING: dark era!dazai osamu

SUMMARY: more than friends, not quite lovers. that's been your relationship with dazai osamu for as long as you can remember. you didn't want to push him, and you gave him plenty of chances, but there's only so long you can wait for someone. you thought you would be better off moving on—you were wrong, of course. (wordcount: 4.8k; sfw; angst (???) but with a happy ending)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: dark era dazai </3 my heart, i got a sudden urge to write for him and i wanted it to be fluff but then i got this idea and just had to go with it (warnings: fem!reader, smoking & drinking, suicide attempt mentions)

In your defense, you were never dating Dazai Osamu.

Not for a lack of trying on your part, of course. You’ve made your interest in him clear since you met him at sixteen during the Dragon’s Head Conflict, when Mori Ougai pulled you back from where you were stationed in Kyoto dealing with his associates to help with the declining situation in Yokohama. And you’d thought he felt similarly to you. You really did. The two of you had become inseparable within weeks of knowing each other, such a swift and strong connection that it almost felt unreal. You’d heard rumors of him, of course, before coming back to Yokohama—the infamous Demon Prodigy that Mori had brought in and groomed into becoming his heir, ruthless and cold and so terrifyingly intelligent that he had the entire upper echelon of the Port Mafia on edge.

By the time you got back to Yokohama, he’d already had a heavy reputation following him, dark shadows clinging to him like a second skin. Demon Prodigy. Black Wraith. So many monikers attached to him, but he never really felt like the monster that everyone claimed him to be.

He and Nakahara Chuuya had been the one sent to retrieve you from Yokohama Station, an area very close to the heart of the gang conflict, and even from the first meeting, he’d always been… well, you’re not going to say normal because he’s not normal. He’s always had an unnerving air about him, eyes a bit too cold and dark, smile a bit too teethy, but he’s always come across as just another kid your age. Maybe a bit lonelier than most, which could be off-putting to other people, but it never bothered you. And yes, you’ve seen the way other members of the Mafia treat him—they’re scared of him, go to extreme lengths so as to not cross paths with him, but you’ve never seen him in the same light they do.

Well, not until recently, at least.

Again. In your defense, you were never dating him.

But you’d known he cared about you as more than a friend. And you’d cared about him as more than a friend too. And you waited. You waited almost two years for him to say something. You didn’t want to do it yourself, you know Dazai is flighty and he’s not used to emotions, and you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, but god, there’s only so much waiting you can take before you start to give up.

When the two year mark hit, you’d become convinced that Dazai was never going to act on his feelings for you; instead, he’d prefer to wait it out until they passed, and if they never did, he’d just pretend they didn’t exist at all. You can’t really blame him, the Mafia is not a place conducive for relationships, it’s only a matter of time before your luck runs out and one of you end up dead by a bullet through the head or captured by the enemy, and the thought of getting attached to someone only to lose them is enough to scare anyone away.

But you don’t want to live your life in fear, no matter how short it may be, and you also don’t want to live it alone. So when an opportunity arose at a cafe near the main headquarters, where you met a civilian around your age who showed immediate interest in you, you jumped on it. And it’d caught a lot of people off guard—Kouyou was surprised, Chuuya was baffled and questioning what a civilian could possibly have that interested you, even Mori gave you a double take and an odd look the first time he overheard Elise interrogating you about your new boyfriend.

But no one took it as poorly as Dazai.

Your throat feels tight as you remember the hurt expression that crossed over his face when you told him. It was so brief and so foreign of an expression to see on his face that you’d thought you’d imagined it, he was quick to school his expression back into a cold and closed-off one (one that he’d never directed toward you before that moment), but there was no mistaking the way the corner of his lip twitched and the way he suddenly couldn’t meet your eyes.

How nice, he’d told you, voice frighteningly icy, acidic, even, before he made a half-assed excuse about a mission that you knew he wasn’t assigned to. And it was so unlike him to offer himself up to handle missions, usually Mori has to force him with threats of giving Chuuya his executive position for him to do anything that makes him extend the barest amount of effort . But he did, and he handled it, very bloodily and uncharacteristically inefficient, as if he was releasing all of his pent up rage onto the unfortunate souls who happened to stumble into Port Mafia territory.

You were never, at any point, dating Dazai Osamu.

You think you’ve told yourself it hundreds of times over the past three months, throwing yourself into your work and enjoying a relationship with a boy who clearly was invested in you and cares about you in a way that Dazai Osamu would never allow himself to admit. You also think that Dazai Osamu has no right being as bitter and angry as he is—you gave him two years to come to terms with his feelings and make a move, you’ve made your own subtle hints that he promptly ignored. If he wanted to be with you, he blew his chance a hundredfold, and he can go screw off if he thinks he can be upset about it only after you’d found someone else.

Which is what he did, pretty much, and it was a lot harder than you expected—going from talking to him every waking second of every day, seeking him out whenever you have free time and vice versa, to only seeing him during the joint meetings between the executives and sub executives, where even then, he wouldn’t even spare you a glance. It was hard, and deep down, you don’t think being able to experience an actual relationship was worth losing your best friend, but the damage had already been done by that point, so you could only lie in the bed you made.

And you did enjoy the relationship. The boy you’d met was sweet. He was good. He was impressively smart—a government and law major at one of the most prestigious universities in this part of the country—and humble to a fault.

But he wasn’t Dazai.

You knew in your heart that you didn’t want sweet or good, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself otherwise. You didn’t want the type of smart that he was, top of his class and on track for law school, seeking out a job as a public defender in Tokyo. You wanted the type of smart Dazai was, wicked and devious, putting together vicious and efficient strategies to take down enemies of the Mafia, on track for taking over the position as boss in the future. You wanted him for all of his twisted moralities and questionable thoughts.

And it was unfair to you, and it was unfair to Dazai, and most importantly it was unfair to the boy you kept leading on, that you’ve refused to acknowledge this for as long as you have just for the chance of experiencing a real relationship.

Which is why you stand here now, outside the infamous Bar Lupin that you know Dazai has been drinking himself into oblivion at everyday for the past three months, notably single and possibly about to meet your end at the hands of a drunken and scorned Mafia executive.

You think you must look like a fool right now. You’ve been standing right outside the door in the rain for fifteen minutes debating on whether or not you should actually go in. You’re nervous, and that makes you sad because you’ve never been nervous to talk to Dazai before, and you’re not nervous because you’re scared of him, you’re nervous because you don’t think you have the balls to actually confront him, knowing that you’d genuinely hurt the boy that everyone claimed didn’t have the emotions to be hurt. He let you in when he doesn’t let anyone in, and you chose to be careless and you chose to give up, and you hurt him.

And you remind yourself again: you were not dating Dazai Osamu. You remind yourself that you gave him chances, he had opportunities, and he chose not to take them. You remind yourself that he’s just as at fault as you are for the falling out, but you can’t help but also remind yourself that he was the one that came out the most hurt by the situation. Yes, him cutting himself off from you was upsetting, but you didn’t have to watch him go around happy in a relationship with someone else. He did.

With that thought in mind, you push the door open to the bar. A soft bell rings above you and instantly, three heads swivel in your direction: the bartender, and two men that you recognize as Sakaguchi Ango, one of the Port Mafia’s special intelligence agents, and Oda Sakunosuke, who you only know through Dazai’s high praise of the man from when the two of you were still on speaking terms. The only person in the room who matters to you doesn’t even bother to look to see who entered the bar, one hand circling the glass of whiskey in front of him while a cigarette dangles from the other. You watch as he lifts it to his lips to take a long drag, head falling tilting back to look up at the ceiling as he exhales a cloud of smoke, seemingly unbothered by your presence.

Already, you feel as if you’ve made a mistake, but you force yourself to continue.

The bartender nods his head in respect to you, although you can’t help but notice he flashes a wary look to Dazai. You wonder, pitifully, how much he’s said about you in this place. Sakaguchi and Oda share a look with one another. Both of them speak a low murmur of your name, inclining their head dutifully—you’re not quite an executive yet, but with the Piano Man of the Flags dead, you and Chuuya are fighting for the next spot to open up. Chuuya will likely be the one to get it, which you think he deserves from all of the heavy lifting he’s done on operations the past two years, but you feel a bit awkward when they give you your due respect when you're here with your tail between your legs trying to talk to Dazai.

Sakaguchi and Oda take their leave when you arrive, giving short goodbyes to Dazai, telling them that they’ll see him another day, and the bartender makes a fumbled excuse about going to the back to restock, leaving you alone with Dazai. Internally, you wither just a bit because you think if they’d stayed, Dazai might keep a handle on himself because you know he views Oda highly; instead, they left you in the lion’s den alone. Which you might deserve, but you digress.

You let out a quiet puff of air as you make your way over to the bar stool next to Dazai, taking a seat in it carefully. Still, he doesn’t look at you, but you look at him and the aching in your chest returns tenfold as your gaze sweeps over him fully for the first time in months. During the joint meetings between the executives and sub-executives, you were always sure to keep your glances short and sweet, not wanting to risk any lingering looks, but now, you can look at him in his entirety for the first time since that fateful discussion three months ago.

He hasn’t changed much. Or, well, that’s a lie. He’s definitely changed. The circles beneath his eye are darker, his expression a carefully constructed blank mask. You think he might’ve lost some weight, his coat has always been big on him but the way it hangs over his shoulders now is looser than it was before. If it weren’t for the way his fingers were tense around his glass of whiskey, you’d have thought he was entirely unperturbed by your arrival.

You don’t know what to say, and you know you need to be the first to speak because you’re the one that showed up here to talk to him, but now that you’re sitting in front of him you’re floundering for words. You could just come out and say that you broke up with your boyfriend, but you feel like that would be a bit weird, and he’d probably laugh in your face and make a comment about how he doesn’t care. You could ask him how he’s been, but you think he might genuinely put a bullet in you for trying to make small talk with him like that right now.

The longer you stay silent, the more awkward it becomes, and you want to cry because you’ve never been awkward with Dazai before, and for a brief second, you wonder if things really have changed too much to go back to how they were.

Finally, you decide to just come out and say, bracing yourself for the inevitable derisive words that are going to leave his lips. “I broke up with him.”

Dazai’s scoff is loud and instantaneous, you bite your tongue, eyes sliding shut as you turn to face ahead instead of looking at him. Cowardly, you know, but you don’t want to see the sneer on his face when he asks you why he should care.

But he doesn’t say that. He doesn’t say anything at first. If you were looking at him, you’d see the way his cold expression shifted into a more conflicted one, still staring ahead because he can’t bring himself to look at you. You count each passing second, and it’s agonizing waiting for him to speak, a part of you thinks that maybe he won’t, and you’ll just have to leave the bar with your tail between your legs, humiliated.

But then he does.

“Why?” he finally asks coolly, and your eyes snap open and your gaze slides over to him when you realize he did not, in fact, hit you with the derogation you expected.

He still isn’t looking at you, and you watch as he lifts his free hand back to his lips, taking another long drag of his cigarette as he waits for your response. You swallow thickly when you try to figure out what to say next.

What you want to say is ‘because he wasn’t you,’ but you’re not ready to bare yourself vulnerable in front of him like that when he’s still so unpredictable. Just because he didn’t immediately hit you with the harsh words you expected, doesn’t mean he isn’t going to lure you in just to slap you in the face with it, which is how you’re sure he perceived what you did three months ago.

Rather, you say quietly: “He was boring, I guess.”

It’s a lie. Well, a partial lie, at least. He was a good guy, he was just boring compared to what you wanted, and what you wanted was Dazai Osamu, who no one in the world could hope to compare to.

“He was boring,” Dazai echoes your words, a cruel and mocking lilt to his voice, and you brace yourself now, taking the sudden switch in tone as the flicking off of the safety. But he shakes his head as he lets out a puff of air, you can’t tell if it’s another scoff or a laugh. “How cold-hearted of you. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, given your track record.”

Two paths lay before you: you can take the words as well-deserved, trying to avoid the inevitable fight, or you can spit back equally venomous words, dive in headfirst so the two of you can get everything off of your chest. Both choices are double-edged. If you avoid the fight, it means avoiding the topic altogether, and even if the two of you choose to speak again, the resentment of what had happened will only poison and fester. If you dive into the fight, there’s a chance of saying words you can’t take back, and everything might fall apart anyway.

What do you want? You want to ask him, because you aren’t sure what the right decision is. Three months ago, if you and Dazai got into a disagreement about something, you would know in an instant whether or not he wanted to fight it out to let off steam or just pretend it didn’t happen. Now, you aren’t so sure. He’s still not looking at you, so you can’t use the look in his eye as a hint, but his shoulders are tense beneath his jacket, and his knuckles are white around his glass of whiskey. Your gaze drags up to his face, catching the way his jaw is tight, teeth probably grinding together, and you know.

You look ahead again, leveling your vision on a particularly nice bottle of wine on the third shelf of the wine rack as you say: “I’d rather be cold-hearted than a coward.”

For the first time since you’ve arrived, Dazai’s gaze cuts in your direction, head snapping to the side. You turn your head toward him just enough for you to eye him from the corner of your eye, catching glimpse of the way his lip curled up into a snarl and the way flames now rage in the browns of his eye—a far cry from the bottomless void, but you prefer the anger to the emptiness.

“A coward?” His voice is low, cold, dangerous.

You’re treading on thin ice, but you choose to stoke the flame more, gaze sliding back to the wine racks ahead.

“A coward.”

The silence that hangs between the two of you is tense and damning, you have to force yourself not to react to it, keeping your expression as stony as his as you wait for his response. He’ll either hit you back with more venom or he’ll settle down, one will lead to a blow out fight and the other will lead to a very tense conversation.

You don’t want to fight him, but if that’s what he wants, you’ll give it to him.

After what feels like an eternity, Dazai makes another scornful noise but he doesn’t say anything, gaze snapping back ahead as he takes a drag of his cigarette, this one clearly fueled by anger, far more aggressive than the last one. As if to piss him off even more, he hardly gets half of a smoke, down to the nub already. Frustrated, he puts the lingering cinders out on the bartop before reaching for the pack in his pocket, pulling out a new cigarette and his lighter.

You watch as he tries to flick the lighter on, cigarette dangling between his lips, but the old thing refuses to cooperate. Distantly, you wonder why Dazai is so damn stubborn: working with an old lighter, living in a shitty shipping container, wearing the same few pairs of clothes every day when he probably has more money than god hoarded from his executive paycheck. But you only force yourself to not roll your eyes as you pull out your own lighter, flicking it on and holding it out to him without looking at him.

You watch from the corner of your eye as he stares at your hand suspiciously before he exhales from the side of his mouth, dipping his head down to light the cigarette before he faces ahead again. He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he reaches out for his glass of whiskey, still mostly full, and then he slides it over to you.

An offering. A white flag.

You barely withhold the breath of relief that nearly escapes you, accepting the drink and taking a long sip of it. It’s his favorite brand, smooth and familiar on the tongue; you haven’t been able to bring yourself to drink it since your falling out with him.

“Was it really because he was boring?” Dazai finally asks. He’s not looking at you again, but you can see from the way his fingers are tense against the bartop that he’s probably waiting for a certain response from you.

You let your eyes slide shut. “No,” you admit.

“Then why?” he presses, as if he doesn’t already know.

“You know why,” you say tightly, shaking your head and looking down.

“Tell me anyway,” Dazai responds quietly, you can feel his gaze on you but you can’t bring yourself to look at him. Irrationally, even though the atmosphere between the two of you has shifted, you wonder if this is it: he’s going to get you to admit it and then laugh in your face, cruel but probably deserved.

“Because he wasn’t you,” you finally force out.

He doesn’t respond. Your heart sinks to your stomach, a sick feeling churning. You brace yourself again—you don’t know what for, maybe a laugh or a derisive comment, but he does nothing of the sort.

A long exhale, smoke billowing around his face, a heavy look in his eyes. He doesn’t look at you as he says: “You’re right.”

You don’t respond because you’re not sure what he’s referring to. Finally, he tilts his head to look at you, a wry smile on his lips—your chest feels warm at the sight, you can’t remember the last time you’ve seen him smile. Probably not since the falling out.

“I was a coward.”

Oh.

The frustration you felt all of those months ago returns with a vengeance. You had danced with possibilities back then: that you were reading too much into things, that he didn’t actually care for you the way you did for him, that he simply did not want to be with you even if he did care about you that way. Now, faced with confirmation that he had felt the same but was just too pussy to act on it, your chest swells with that familiar anger. You force it away.

“Why?” you ask after a few moments of silence, nails digging into the palm of your hands as you rest them on your lap. “I… I waited for two years, Dazai. I gave you so many openings. You knew how I felt.”

“I know.” His voice is quiet, barely audible.

“Then why?” you repeat his words back to him, pressing hard just like he did. His throat bobs beneath his bandages as he swallows, averting his gaze, or trying to, at least, because you don’t let him. You reach out to grab his chin tightly, forcing him to look at you, and the pads of your fingers burn against his skin, hyper aware of the fact that this is the first time you’ve touched him in three months. “Why?”

His hand comes up to grab your wrist as if to pull your hand off of him, but he doesn’t, grip firm around your wrist, fingers pressing against your pulse point, and you’re acutely conscious of the fact that your pulse is probably racing but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“I told you why,” he says, voice uncharacteristically soft. Vulnerable in a way that you’ve never seen him before. “I was a coward. I… didn’t want to risk ruining our friendship... I don't have many friends. You know that. I would’ve rather just ignored how I felt and kept you as a friend, because I didn’t think there’d be a chance of losing you that way. I thought if I acted on how I felt, one day you’d eventually see me for what I am and I’d lose you altogether.”

“Some good that did you.” You can’t help the resentful words that spill from your lips, but you feel guilty when he winces, hand dropping back to your lap, his grip slipping from your wrist. “You think I don’t already see you for who you are? We’ve known each other since we were sixteen, Dazai. I know all of the sick and twisted thoughts that run through your head, I knew exactly what I was getting into.”

Dazai shakes his head, as if to deny your words. You get frustrated.

“I spend hours at your recovery bed after your attempts, I’ve caught you in the middle of them myself, do you know what the first thing I did was after I told you I had a boyfriend?” you demand, and he stares at you, unsure. “I put a protection detail on him because I thought you’d try to have him killed, or try to kill him yourself.”

Dazai winces. You shake your head and look away, settling down again.

“For someone so smart, you really are so goddamn stupid sometimes,” you sigh, taking a long swig of his drink before placing the glass back down on the table. “I saw you for who you are, and I wanted you anyway.”

“Wanted?” Dazai asks, an uncertain expression on his face as he zeroes in on the past tense.

“Want,” you correct, voice little over a breath, and something akin to relief sweeps across his face as his gaze drops down to the bartop.

The silence that hangs between the two of you is more comfortable this time. Reassuring, even, because maybe things might still be awkward between the two of you for a while, but there’s a light at the end of the tunnel, one much brighter than the one the two of you lived in three months ago.

“I can’t believe you went for a civilian,” Dazai suddenly says, almost sounding indignant. “A civilian. You!”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” you snap when you hear the incredulous tone he takes when he says ‘you’.

“You’re a stone cold bitch,” Dazai accuses and you gape, but you can’t find it in yourself to be offended because his eyes are lit up for the first time in months, a lopsided smile painted on his face. “And you’ve got as much blood on your hands as I do. You. A civilian. I think I would’ve been less offended if you went for Chuuya.”

“We both know that’s a lie,” you snort, and then you add, a bit amused, “you know what he wants a job as?”

“Tell me,” Dazai drawls, resting his chin on his hand as he leans on the bar, watching you with such a fond expression that it makes you feel warm all over.

God, you missed him the past three months.

“He wanted to go to law school. Become a public defender.”

Dazai chokes over the smoke he inhales, and you press your hand to your lips to smother your giggles as he desperately wheezes between laughs. You’re not sure if he’s actually choking, you think he might actually be dying from how red his face is getting.

“Maybe you should keep in contact with him then,” he gasps between laughs, “we might need one of those one day.”

“As if you’re sloppy enough to ever get caught,” you say dryly.

He winks at you, his grin sharpening, and you know you’re not going to like what he’s about to say. “Oh, I’m not. By ‘we’, I meant you.”

“Douchebag.” You roll your eyes, letting another silence settle over the two of you, a smile on your lips now as you take another sip of your drink. He’s the one to break it again.

“... Odasaku convinced me not to, by the way.”

“What?”

“To kill him. I was going to. Odasaku convinced me not to.”

You let out a sigh of utter suffering, giving Dazai a pointed look—see, you say silently, I know you. He has the decency to look a bit sheepish as lifts his cigarette back to his mouth in lieu of responding to your unspoken words.

“Stop with the self sabotage, Dazai,” you finally say, tired. “For both of our sakes’.”

He doesn’t respond, and you know him well enough to know that he’ll probably never stop with the self sabotage, but he does reach out to lace your fingers with his, and the warm feeling that spreads through your chest is enough to satiate you.

Little steps, because no, the Mafia is not a conducive place for relationships and yes, it’s only a matter of time before luck runs out for one of you, but if your life is destined to be short, there’s only one person you want to spend it with.

#ᡣ𐭩 carina’s archives #dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai osamu x reader #dazai osamu x you #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you

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maxineryx · 11 days

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Seeing Dazai without bandages is like winning the lottery, getting struck by lightning, seeing a blue moon, or managing to buy the first three volumes of your favourite manga from the bookstore.

It's a chance close to zero.

Well, none of those things have happened to you yet, including seeing Dazai without bandages. Though, you believe this was even rarer than all those other things listed above because every time you spotted him unwrapping them in the bathroom, he softly shooed you out, or closed the door. You never got an explanation for why, but you had a solid idea of what it might have been.

You weren’t a stranger to Osamu’s past. You knew of all the things he did and who he was, but he was given a second chance, so naturally you put that all behind you and never asked any questions. And of course, most of the things you’ve heard weren’t actually from him. He’s never gone into depth about what used to happen in the Port Mafia. Nor has he ever mentioned any battles, or any struggles he might have faced. However, you were sure that there were some stories to tell under those bandages.

You were also sure that those ‘stories’ might not be as pleasing to hear or to tell, so you never pressured him to talk.

Although, sometimes you just wished he confided in you, because you were together, after all. He knew many secrets of yours, pleasant and unpleasant, and you knew that none of those secrets were even comparable to what he must have gone through.

You just wanted him to tell you, to show you, even if it was a little so that you could lift that guilt off his caring heart to make him feel better.

You and Osamu came home from work a couple of hours ago, when the sun was already set, stars twinkling above. It was dark inside your shared home, the only light source being the bright, white lights around the rectangular-shaped mirror, as you sat on the counter, already showered and face taken care of.

You were watching Dazai apply some moisturizer to his face. His long coat was gone, along with all his other clothes that hid his top half. The only thing stopping you from seeing his skin were the bandages.

“You like to stare, don’t you?” He asked in his usual, playful tone, pausing to take a glance at you before resuming his skincare. “I mean, I don’t blame you. I’m breathtaking.”

Rolling your eyes, you mumbled a ‘yeah, yeah, whatever’, to which he started tickling you, your laughter echoing throughout the house.

“It’s getting late. You should go to bed, I’ll join you in a few minutes.” Osamu said, kissing the tip of your nose.

You frowned. “I don’t feel tired at all,” you started, smiling, hoping he’d agree for the first time, “I’ll wait for you, I mean, how long can it take?”

He sighed, though it wasn’t an annoyed sigh. He helped you get off the counter, gently grabbing your arms, before walking you out. You stopped in your tracks, earning a confused expression from him.

“Osamu… why do you never let me stay? Every night, you push me out without giving me an explanation.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” He put a hand softly atop your head. “You know I don’t want you to see what’s under these bandages…I don’t want to scare you.”

“You’ll never scare me, no matter what I’ll see. I thought you knew that.” You replied, not breaking eye contact. You could start seeing the unease in his eyes as he averted his gaze.

“It’s not that.” He whispered, “You haven’t seen me in the Port Mafia. You didn’t know the Port Mafia executive, Dazai Osamu, because you only know the new Dazai Osamu. And even though I am him, my body still represents the Port Mafia executive, and it always will. I want you to know what I am now, not what I was back then.”

There was a lengthy silence as he removed his hand from your head.

“‘samu,” Instantly, you cup his cheeks, bringing his head down a little so that you could stare into his eyes intensely. Dazai’s eyes flashed with uncertainty and slight shame, something you’d never seen him feel before.

“You’re right. I didn’t know Dazai Osamu from the Port Mafia, but I’ve heard of him. You’re the man I love, ‘samu, nothing could make me fear you, or walk away from you. You were given a second chance and second chances aren’t common in life. Even if your body carries horrible memories, it doesn’t mean that that’s the person you are. The man I love is caring, loving, protective, charming, amazing… and all the other positive words I could use forever.

So please, let me care for you.”

His hands were holding your wrists as you never let go of his face. Tears were bubbling up in your eyes, heart racing from all the emotions. His bottom lip was slightly trembling as he looked at the floor, before letting go of your wrists and turning around, walking back into the bathroom. He didn’t ask you to leave.

And this time, it was you who was unbandaging him as he sat patiently, though averting his gaze for most of the time. It would take time to get him to be comfortable, but you were more than happy to go slow if it meant that he wouldn’t feel as much guilt as before.

So no, you didn’t win the lottery, get struck by lightning, see a blue moon, or manage to buy the first three volumes of your favourite manga at the bookstore, but you did get to see Dazai without bandages. All those things couldn’t even compare to that.

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A:N - I’m back after a looooong writing break… just a lil thingy to warm myself up before writing anything longer

#bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #bsd x reader #bsd x you #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #dazai x reader #dazai x you

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kaeyx · 9 months

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Yandere!Dazai

Warnings: unhealthy behaviour, slight manipulation, mentions of sex

Notes: Reader is gender neutral. Man I am on a roll today. This is just one of two main ways I think yan!Dazai could work out, and the more subtle one

If Dazai is in love with you, there's a good chance you won't know at first.

It all begins with a one night stand, like what he's had with dozens of others. He knows you were too drunk to remember most of it but he wasn't, despite having drunk more than you. Your hands pulling at his messy hair and his long, elegant fingers pulling you greedily closer with the kind of need he can only display when he knows it's not going to last until the morning.

Until something is different about you, until you get up on wobbly legs and stubbornly stumble into your kitchen to bring him water, until you clean the both of you up and don't comment on the bandages hiding most of his body. He sits by you when you puke, afterwards. Looking at the way you wretch and gasp with a closeness that surprises him and would have unnerved you if you had only looked over. He makes himself throw up after you, massaging the back of his throat with practiced movements until his stomach is empty. He wakes up first and watches you sleep, watches the curve of your shoulder move up and down and the skin covered in hickeys. Strangely, unlike with everyone else before you, you look prettier in the morning light. He's gone when you wake up.

The second time he pretends he didn't seek you out, though he knows deep down it's true. There's something so much more satisfying about having someone fall apart in his hands when it's you, when it's your voice breaking on his name again and again. Knows by now what you like to hear, how he has to touch you and smile at you to make you hide a smile behind another sip of alcohol until he falls into your bed again. He's less drunk this time, he stays up after you pass out to just watch you, to memorize everything inside your room.

Dazai knows how to wriggle into your life. He knows how to win anyone over with a pretty smile that doesn't reach his fathomless eyes and subtle, gentle touches. Before long you're the one coming up to him, seeking him out, smiling when he slips a large, cold hand down your back. Dazai knows by now he needs you, he needs to have you far more than anyone ever should. But Dazai is a patient man, a selfish man. And he knows what he wants. He doesn't scare you off, he resists the urge to follow you everywhere you go and copy everything you do, he avoids sinking into his urges and using old favours to investigate anyone he sees you with. He sits, he waits, he puts his hands on your shoulders and hugs you from behind and speaks into your ear like he doesn't know it sends shivers down your back.

When you confess to him, avoiding his gaze, your breathing quick, Dazai breaths a sigh of relief. He takes your hand, then cups your cheek, kissing you softly and reassuring you that he feels the same way. If only you knew just how much more he feels than you, how much deeper his love and need run. His heart flutters in his triumph.

He's perfect at playing the part of a clingy partner, not incompetent enough that it irritates you but needy enough that he's sure he can get your attention with only a look and a pretty pout. He drapes himself over you, sliding his arms around your waist, accidentally forgetting his clothes in your home because he knows you'll wear them. To you and to everyone else Dazai knows he looks infatuated, maybe even pathetic, but he can't bring himself to care. He's played his cards perfectly, and now you can know how much he loves you.

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tender-rosiey · 1 year

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omg you're taking requests uhm, can i request for dazai and/or chuuya where he overheard his co-worker confide to kunikida or to yosano (in chuuya's case, it's tachihara or anyone in the port mafia lol) about her feelings towards him? like, she really went into detail as to why she loves him and wants to be there for him but she's scared that dazai doesn't feel the same way or she thinks he doesn't find her attractive esp when she did attempt to confess but they were too dense to put two and two together lmao im in the mood for angst and fluff so feel free to go wild with this one haha thank you~!

“RAMBLE OF LOVE”

— dazai and chuuya hearing you talk about them

DAZAI OSAMU:

“I don’t know, yosano; it’s hopeless.”

“are you serious right now?” yosano deadpans as you frown at her.

you get up, exasperated, “I have tried to confess twice! twice! and he either doesn’t get it or can’t find it in him to outright reject me!”

“you think dazai wouldn’t be able to figure something out?” she questions.

you sigh, “that means that it is the other option so I should probably stop liking him,” accepting defeat after god knows how long.

“you know it isn’t that easy; you can’t just stop feeling for someone, y/n.”

you look at her before finally bursting, “obviously it isn’t! I have spent the majority of my time either thinking about how much I love the idiot or how I want to be by his side and be there for him!”

“with a side of solving crime and saving the world.”

“yes and that too, but honestly I have gotten to the point that I NEED him to reject me so I can move on with my life and be a normal single person!”

yosano catches a figure standing outside the door and smirks lightly before speaking up, “say y/n, why do you like dazai so much?”

“first of all, I am wayyyyy past ‘like’; second of all, I like him because he is funny, cute, charming, smart, caring when he wants, observant and most importantly, he, deep inside, wants to do good.”

“oh?” she perks up at that, “why?”

“I…dont know much about his past with the mafia, but if he left then there has to be at least a part of him that is good,” you smile softly as you gaze into the ground, “I also don’t know much does he actually trust me, but if we ever have a chance, I would like to tell him that I am willing to shoulder his pains because he doesn’t deserve to go all of that alone.”

“and all of that because you love him?” she smiles and stands up then walks to the door.

“uhh, yeah? that was literally the introduction of my monologue,” you say, watching her walking.

“well, it’s a good thing that he heard all of that,” she announces before slamming the door open, “eavesdropping is a bad trait, dazai.”

he raises his hand up in mock-surrender, “I would never do such thing.”

she rolls her eyes and ruffles your hair, “I will let you two be,” then she closes the door behind her after she leaves.

you can see dazai processing things, and soon you and dazai stare into each other for a while, but a smirk settles on his lips, “so you love me, huh?—“

“if you’re going to reject me then do it quickly please,” you hurriedly say before looking away, not being to handle looking at him.

“hey now, I never said that I was going to reject you,” he points out, softly, but you merely side-eye him so he continues, “neither am I joking.”

he pouts and mumbles, “you really have no faith in me.”

you look away once again and fail to see the small smile that makes its way to his face; however, you hear his light footsteps as he approaches you.

he takes a hold of your hand and rubs it gently with his thumb, “I am going to be honest with you,” he notices how you tense up and kisses the back of your hand to calm you down, “I was going to say that I love you too, silly.”

“are you…sure?” you ask softly and gently bumps your foreheads and hums.

“never been more sure in my life,” he admits.

he smiles teasingly, “in fact, my honesty was going to be about how much I do and why; it’s only fair if I ramble about my love for you as well, no?”

NAKAHARA CHUUYA:

“I am going to throw myself off a bridge.”

“oh no, not this again,” tachihara cowers.

“oh it’s this again!” you admit before freaking out, “did you see how good he looked getting off that motorcycle?!”

“how is he so attractive?!” you screech and he shrugs making you pout, “tachihara, cooperate!”

“I don’t see what is attractive about him!”

you take a breath and hear a small ‘what have I done’ from tachihara but start either ways, “first, his voice; holy crap his voice is so hot like yes sir please do talk more, let me listen to you talk about every single type of wine in the industry.”

“second, his eyes, they are so HEHEE! I can barely keep eye contact with him,” you fangirl and continue doing so, “and bro his entire physique honestly! I can’t think of a man that’s better than him in literally ANY category, sorry tachihara.”

he waves you off, but puts out another question, “what about his personality? what makes you so in love with him?”

“well,” you shyly start off, “he is a gentleman, he is nice, respectful, very kind and compassionate, trustworthy and overall an amazing person. I really can’t put it into words.”

“what about his anger issues?”

“oh no, he has every right to get angry at you people; everyone here is insufferable,” you say and tachihara huffs.

“but,” and the sadness in your voice doesn’t go unnoticed by your best friend, “i don’t think he feels the same.”

“why??” he asks, memory flashing back to every single time chuuya came to freak out about something cute you did and how much you fluster him, visibly so.

literally everyone can see it, except you.

“I don’t know; it’s just a feeling,” you murmur sitting down, “I am pretty obvious with my feelings and don’t necessarily hide it that much.”

that as well is true, which leads to only once conclusion that tachihara can think of: you both are undeniably stupid, clueless and are a pain in the ass to everyone around you because of how clueless you both are.

“well it’s a stupid damn feeling alright,” he quips and quickly gets a pack of tissues thrown at him.

however, he quickly recovers and with a smile and teases you, “sooo it’s safe to say that you love chuuya, right?”

“I have said that I love chuuya at least 4 times today; what’s wrong with you?”

you hear the sound of a glass breaking and turn around to see a red-faced chuuya who, for the life of him, can’t look you in the eye right now.

“oh shit,” you mumble and notice tachihara, sneaking out giggling. the bastard.

amidst the wine on the floor, the ticking of the clock and the blowing of the wind, chuuya barely mumbles out a sentence, “i l…v you… too.”

but you, obviously, didn’t hear anything, “what?”

he grumbles and walks closer to you, “i love you too.”

“chuuya, i really can’t hear you,” you say.

“I SAID I LOVE YOU TOO, YOU FREAKING IDIOT!” he yells and crosses his arms.

“jeez okay, no need to yell!” you shout back and he raises an eyebrow before sighing.

his arms wrap around your waist and he presses a kiss to your cheek, “you’re a handful, y’know.”

“already?” you giggle and he nods.

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dazaiandhislovelybandages · 5 months

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13. "If you reject me I'll just find a way to go back in time when we first met and do everything all over again just to get a chance on a second date." For Dazai?

Figuring It Out {Dazai Osamu}

After Dazai has tried everything to get you to agree on a date with him, he know has to convince you for a second date.

Pairing: Osamu Dazai x reader

Trigger Warnings: none

Dazai is a persistent man, especially when it comes to dating. He is just used to most of them falling for him as soon as he greets them. But with you things were slightly different.

With you being the newest addition to the Armed Detective Agency and being naturally pretty, of course he had to try his luck on you. When his soon-to-be ordeal began he took it as a challenge. A fun little challenge because his attempts to charm the waitress at the cafe below kept failing and failing and Dazai was 'scared' that he was losing his charm.

The first time he tried to flirt with you, you simply walked past him. He thought nothing of it since you were really busy, trying to learn how to function in this new environment. But the same thing happened a second time and a third and the fourth. Before he could even raise the question of why this was happening, Kunikida's smirk gave it all away.

Of course the former algebra teacher had to do this to make Dazai focus on his work.

Yet Dazai was quick to come up with a plan. The very next day he began filling all of the paperwork that had piled up on his desk and after a good three hours, he stood up from his desk, holding a paper and walked over to your desk.

"I don't think this is for me to fill, right?" He asked, pretending to be confused. He had snuck the paperwork of a recent mission Atsushi and Tanizaki had been to in his own paperwork.

"Oh, yes, you are right." And you had fallen right into his trap.

Having figured out that the only way to strike a conversation with you was through work he took up his chances and soon enough -months later- he managed to divert the conversation to something other than work.

When he felt that the time was finally right, he asked you out on a date. Nothing extravagant, a simple coffee date so he could 'figure you out finally'.

However he made a simple mistake since he was a little too focused on making you trust that he had no ill intentions and that he was far from the man Kunikida had described to you. He chose the cafe in the agency's building.

"Are you here to finally pay off your tab?" Dazai's eyes widened at the sound of the familiar melodic yet evil voice of the waitress.

From then on, everything started going horribly wrong. Both your orders were wrong, Chuuya appeared, a few women that Dazai had previously spent a night with also happened to be at the cafe. A catastrophe. And to place the cherry on top of the cake? You seemed to be annoyed.

"There is a fair happening near the centre. would you like to go tomorrow?" He offered to carry your coat since the night wasn't so chilly.

His chocolate brown eyes were fixed on you and he could see the hesitation in your voice. Had the date really been that bad? Damn.

But he couldn't let you leave. Not because he wanted to sleep with you. No. After so many attempts to talk to you and after actually getting to know about you, he just needed -craved- more time. Which was slightly strange because this is Dazai we are talking about.

"Let me tell you this." He stopped walking and stepped in front of you. "If you reject me, I will find a way to turn back time and do everything all over again so I can have a chance on a second date." He spoke before you could say anything. "And trust me when I say that I will find a way." His smiling face indicated that he was joking but the tone in his voice actually left no room for rejection but not in a creepy way.

"Well if Chuuya doesn't appear out of nowhere again... then I don't see a reason to say no." You giggled and took your coat from his hands before walking away.

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melancholic-and-delusional · 1 year

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Taking the BSD boys to a cat café pt.1

This can be platonic or romantic, whatever you want. I apologize in advance if there are any mistakes, but English isn't my native language.

Word Count: 1.4k

Gender Neutral Reader

Feat. Atsushi, Dazai, Chuuya, Akutagawa, Fyodor, Nikolai

Atsushi

He was rather excited to visit this cat café you've been hyping up. He loves cats, so, naturally, he would love to sit around so many of them while enjoying a nice beverage.

You both walked into the café and the smell of fresh coffee beans instantly hit your nostrils. As you looked around, you admired the cute cats you were surrounded by. You guys found a table and sat down. A waitress came over to you, took your order, and soon brought it to the table.

"How are you enjoying this experience so far?" you asked Atsushi before you took a sip of your cappuccino.

"It's quite nice actua-" a cat climbed up his lap and interrupted him. You chuckled at his surprised face. He soon relaxed. The cat seemed to get very comfortable, and Atsushi began to pet it gently.

"We've been here for about 10 minutes now, and a cat is already starting to like you. To be honest, I'm kind of jealous" you say with a soft smile on your face, "Perhaps they sense you're one of their own" you make the same dumb joke about his ability.

"I'm a tiger!"

"Same difference!"

You both laugh. You spent at least 2 hours at the café playing with the cats. It was a really fun experience that you enjoyed very much.

Dazai

He's obviously a cat person, so when you brought up the idea of visiting a cat café the next time you go out, he expected it to be quite a pleasant experience.

Dazai was sitting at a table. You, however, were at the other end of the shop playing with a bunch of kitties. His face had a bitter expression plastered all over it. The cats loved you, yet they seemed to hate him. He had already been scratched a dozen times while you were sitting on a soft carpet and petting a cat that was laying calmly on its back. Eventually, he got bored looking at you having fun without him and abandoned the coffee table.

You were sitting and petting a random cat and were completely lost in admiration for the adorable creature when suddenly a hand was placed on your shoulder.

"Don't ignore me for the cats! They can't be more important than I am!" Dazai whined and crouched down to you. You laughed at his childish antics and stopped petting the cat. You grabbed his hand and gently moved it closer to the laying animal. With a relaxed motion, you showed him how to pet the cat properly. He finally managed to befriend a cat and was overjoyed.

At the beginning of the date, he wanted you to leave as soon as possible, but now he cherished each second you spent there.

Chuuya

Chuuya's a dog person, but that doesn't stop him from having a soft spot for cats as well. When you suggested going to the local cat café he thought that it would be a normal hangout.

"When you asked me to go to a cat café with you, I didn't expect I would end up in these predicaments" Chuuya was sitting across from you at your table surrounded by half of the cats in the building. For some reason they seemed to love him. There was a cat sitting on his shoes, a cat quite literally sleeping on his lap, a third cat being pet by him and a small kitten which was toying with the chain on his hat barely keeping its balance on Chuuya's shoulder.

You were laughing and holding up your phone to take a picture while he did his best not to move much so he doesn't disturb the cats. Suddenly, the kitty on his shoulder fell down right onto the cat on his lap. A loud meowing was heard and the cat jumped from his lap onto the floor and ran away. The one laying on his feet got scared and ran the opposite way and so did the cat he was petting. Now he was holding the small kitten in his hands because it was the only one left. A genuine smile crept up on his pretty face at the small animal.

"This one is quite troublesome" he said and all you could do was lean your head into your palm and savour the moment.

After leaving the place, Chuuya couldn't help but feel a little sad he had to leave his new friend. He knew that he couldn't adopt him since he worked at the Port Mafia and he wouldn't have enough time to take proper care of the creature and also couldn't guarantee a safe environment for it, but he was determined to return soon.

Akutagawa

Akutagawa was uncertain about your suggestion. He didn't think that spending time along unpredictable creatures all around you was the best way to make use of one's time.

You both were sitting at the table sipping from your drinks. He watched you pet the cats who passed by your table and wondered what could possibly be so good about them that they made you so happy. Yes, they were cute, but beyond that he simply couldn't think of anything else.

As Akutagawa was tasting his beverage, he felt something nudge his leg. Slightly annoyed, he looked down, only to be met with the green eyes of a black slender cat cuddling his legs while gazing back at him. There was something about that stare that made his heart go weak at the adorable creature. He reached down to rub its head, and the kitty purred into his gentle touch. All of a sudden, he felt a warm feeling all over his chest. A small smile appeared on his pale face, and at that very moment, he realized why you appreciated cats so much.

The both of you spent the rest of the day playing with the cats and left the café very pleased.

Fyodor

You still remember the suspicious stare Fyodor gave you after you asked him to go to a cat café together. He did prefer cats over dogs, but hanging around a place filled to the brim with them seemed below him. Still, he agreed to entertain you since he appreciates your company and does not want to upset you.

And there you guys were, sitting on a lonely table close to the window. He had ordered white tea and didn't expect to actually like it as much as he did. He looked over to you and slightly opened his mouth to start a conversation when he noticed your attention was entirely occupied by a cat. You were smiling and playing with the cute animal while he stood with his mouth still open. He couldn't help but feel slight irritation that you'd prefer talking to a cat over him. Soon enough, though, the cat left your side, and you looked back at Fyodor.

"Why don't you try engaging with one of the cats?" you asked him, and he sighed. He glanced at a nearby cat laying on the fluffy carpet and reached his hand out to pet it. He found running his hand through the thick fur quite calming and continued to do that for a while.

"Perhpas it isn't so bad after all" he said.

"I told you you'd like it. We should go here more often. It's quite relaxing and you're always very busy and tired so it's a nice place to chill out for once."

You did end up coming there frequently when you had free time.

Nikolai

He loves any and all animals, and so when you offered him to sit at cat café he was thrilled.

As soon as you walked through the door, he immediately went up to pet all of the cats one by one. He was basically like a little kid at a candy shop. Once you sat down, he couldn't contain his excitement.

"Quiz time! How many cats will we be taking home?" he asked with enthusiasm.

"We can't adopt any right now and you know that, right? Besides, you'll most likely lose them during the first week" you reply calmly.

"Aww. A shame!" he exclaimed and stood up, "That means we have to spend as much time with them as possible." As soon as these words left his mouth, he picked up one of the cats. You watched in amusement as he played with each and every one.

You practically dragged him out of the building when it was about to close, and he ended up memorizing each cat's name.

Thank you so much for reading this, and I really hope you enjoyed it! If you find any of the characters a bit OOC, I'm really sorry. If you want, you can always send me a request to write something (my post about rules and requests is pinned)

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spacexseven · 1 year

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tunaaaaa I've been reading ur Childe Thing sooo much that I've been thinking of I Love Amy aus nonstop. its a problem. in honor of bsd s4 im gonna rapid fire a couple out for the Bsd Boys!

lets talk dazai. I feel like this could go a lot of ways with him. like, if its ada dazai, you probably don't really get the sense that something is kinda off with him until you're a bit too deep to back out. he seemed so sweet when you first met- fuckin weird, but sweet! no harm in trying to help him win over a crush, right? for pm dazai, you obviously know hes fucked in the head the second you meet him, so you agree to help him out of a fear of what he might do to you if you dont rather than a sense of altruism. either way, its kinda hard to notice him getting a little overly-attached to you just cuz of how naturally obnoxious and clingy he is. even if he starts to escalate you might not get it cuz hes pretty fast and loose about LITERALLY kidnapping you and tying you up in his apartment/mafia holding cell right off the bat (gets very pouty about you "ignoring" him). doesnt help that hes so out of touch with his own emotions he probably doesn't even know he has a thing for you for a whiiile. trust me tho, being nice to him and taking care of him when hes sick or injured WILL wear him down. you'll only kind of get it when you try to give him some new pointers on his crush and he seems to just get? annoyed? mutters something about you talking about someone else while you're SUPPOSED to pay attention to HIM. or when he keeps being weirdly affectionate with you in full view of X when hed usually forget you exist as soon as he sees them. or you woke up chained to a chair (again) but this time hes perched in your lap and scolding you about avoiding your "boyfriend" before shoving his lips against yours. couldve been any of these occasions really.

cant BELIEVE I didn't think of gogol the first time I talked about this this is almost EXACTLY what yes doing to sigma rn. when this fuckin 6'2 clown terrorist traps you against a wall and starts questioning about why you were talking to "his darling", you are 10000% sure you're gonna die. almost gives you whiplash how fast his tone changes once you convince him you have NO interest. all smiles all of the sudden, picks u up under the armpits like a cat to right ur posture and pats you on the head, declaring that you will be his magicians assistant for a while! you do not have a say in this, if you'd like to keep your skin. while you feel bad about aiding and abetting this stalking case, you get the sense that hes. not ever gonna actually make a move. kinda just Wants To Stalk. goes on about how he cant let himself be tied down like that (whatever that means). he does talk about just murdering his darling a lot but you've managed to convince him that thats unnecessary baggage connecting them to him so hopefully that keeps him sated until his goldfish-esque attention span finally moves him onto a new target. and it does! the problem is that its you. I think that once he realizes he likes you, he's just gonna vanish. poof gone. hes had a lot of fleeting obsessions with ill-fated darlings before, but youre something new. hes never actually gotten to know someone before! ugh. hes caged by his feelings for you, but the despair hed feel from killing you would be a cage all its own! frustrating!!!!! maybe if he just leaves and never thinks about you ever again this'll just go away like all of his other crushes. doesnt work. expect him back in a month, snuggling into your neck and babbling inane about having missed you. he tied you up again so youre just gonna have to let him do that. its fine youre used to this with him.

really wanted to do this with chuuya and fyodor too but im scared of them being OOC help me.

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omg so this turned out to be Very Long :O quick context for any1 who is unfamiliar w i love amy—it's a webtoon (highly recommend btw) where the yandere character starts to fall for her 'target/rival' instead of her initial love interest. for more info + the childe version, check out this post.

cw: yandere characters (dazai, fyodor, nikolai), stalking, kidnapping, imprisonment, obsessive behavior, threats of violence to reader. (this whole post came off a little silly instead of serious But mind the cws anyway!)

this is best read with a male reader (to keep it consistent w i love amy) but there's no pronouns used or descriptions for reader, so do as you like. also, reader makes morally questionable decisions :>

(pm) dazai is to be avoided at all costs. that was the rule you put down for yourself after witnessing one of his very public threats to some poor pedestrian who had bumped into him. the dramatic coat, the blank expression, the natural ease with which he handled the weapon in his hand—everything about him was just...alarming.

however, despite all your efforts, he's obstructed your path home with a deadly glare and a hand in his pocket.

according to dazai, he did not appreciate your recent conversation with X, (as he claimed, they were too popular to spare most people more than a few friendly greetings—so why were you having a full-fledged conversation with them?) who were you, even, to get in his way? you sputter out some excuse, some explanation as to why he misunderstood the situation and it was all just work-related, and fortunately, he seems convinced, at least enough to relax his hold on you and shift the blaring malice in his stance to something less frightening.

obviously, you couldn't refuse when he offers you what he calls a mutually beneficial proposition. you help him get closer to X, and he won't kill you! win-win, don't you think?

the thing about dazai, you soon learn, is that despite the murderous energy he gives off, he's painfully annoying, more so than frightening. it almost feels like you're dealing with an obnoxious child, with how he's constantly whining and tugging at your sleeve and complaining about how useless you're being.

and it also makes you wonder if he's ever really had a friend, because he's got some strange expectations for you. he's all too possessive, too paranoid, and expects you to be perfectly fine with it. you consider telling him that he's not supposed to hold you hostage every time he thinks you're spending "too much time with someone else", but after the 4th attempt, you've understood that there was no getting to him. at least he stopped with the threats to your other friends (well, he promised you that he'd stop), and that seemed like the only thing he was willing to compromise on. he doesn't ease up on the breaking-into-your-room-to-visit-you stunt, either, especially when you're "ignoring him". despite all that, maybe out of some form of pity, you still help him out. you drop off food when he's sick and try to explain that imprisonment is not the key to a healthy relationship. you hang out with him even if you're terrified of all the mafioso you come across when you visit the hq with him, and after all of it, you're mostly convinced that he wasn't going to kill you anytime soon. in fact, the two of you seemed to be building an unusual friendship.

but when he comes to visit you one day when you're sick and actually knocks on the door and texts you beforehand, you tell him that this would be the best way to approach X if he ever hears that they're sick. though you're expecting some excitement, or some self-satisfaction for improving a little, instead of looking excited, dazai looks frustrated. for the first time, he looks genuinely...upset. and when he asks you why you can't appreciate that he was looking out for you and not X, you're left at a loss for words. you're not sure if this was a sign that he was starting to learn not to cross your boundaries or a warning that he was beginning to like you a little too much

and things only get stranger. he becomes more observant, asks you more questions about yourself rather than X, and even starts holding your hand in full view of X. when you mention that X was really looking forward to a new movie coming out and that he should try to ask them out, he gets upset by your suggestion, grumbling about you paying more attention to X and only caring about them instead of asking him if he wants to see the movie with them. so, unsure of how to respond, you echo his question. he beams at you and happily declares that he only wants to watch the movie with you.

somewhere along the line, it happened that dazai himself started to realize just how much he liked you, and he spirals out of control. the already overwhelming physical contact turns more intimate, with dazai holding your hand at every possible moment, pressing himself as close to you as humanely possible without squeezing the air out of you, and sitting on your lap whenever the opportunity presents itself. he stops responding to anything that isn't an endearing pet name and introduces himself as your boyfriend. X seems to be eradicated from his mind, as well as anyone that wasn't you, though it feels as though you're the only one that has a problem with this change. dazai takes to it naturally, seamlessly inserting himself into your life.

"what's wrong?" dazai's sprawled across your lap with the biggest grin on his face, the remote in your hand long ripped away by him, "come give your boyfriend a kiss~"

you've...heard of fyodor. it was more overhearing whispers shared between people, but the mention of his name seemed to intrigue everyone who heard it. you've heard that he was a mysterious man who walked into the city one day and never left, and you've heard that he was the owner of an expensive casino. you've even heard that he had a tendency to stand on top of rooftops at night, but you've heard tons of variations and rumors. one statement, however, rang true in everyone's ears.

fyodor dostoevsky was taken with X.

that was putting it lightly—obsession was exactly what it was. though X was clearly unaware of what was being said, because, as they assured you one day while you walked out with them, fyodor was just a friend! and he was a very interesting guy, with some strong beliefs. he wasn't some criminal mastermind! all he did was keep to himself. and that, as they confidently declared, wasn't a crime.

but you had reason to not believe X, after all, it wasn't them at the receiving end of a laser focused gaze and a creepy smile. (it scared you so much that you ran home and ordered a burglar-proof lock for your door the same night) and it also wasn't them who sat down across from you while you were having your breakfast in the café nearby. anyone would have been better than who it was.

"hello," fyodor waves a fork at you, his fingers positioned gracefully on the silver cutlery (and of course, you think bitterly, he was evil and beautiful. just your luck), "i hope you can spare me a few minutes."

he wasn't asking, but you melted at his soft tone. for all people loved to talk about him, why hadn't they mentioned how hard it was to take your eyes off him? awkwardly, you take another bite of your food, nodding at him.

he asks you about X, though it's more of an interrogation disguised as casual conversation. he easily waves around his fork, smiles at you with an unnerving expression, and stares at you a little too long. by the end of it, your food is finished and his fork is placed neatly back onto the table and you've sustained no injuries. better yet, he finally seems to have (reluctantly) removed your name from his hit list.

what you weren't expecting was for him to start seeking you out. you get strange looks when fyodor waits outside your workplace with an umbrella—your umbrella—leaving you with no choice but to walk with him unless you wanted to get home soaked. he lists off X's habit and asks you to add on to his list, ignoring your reply of "that's just creepy". he tells you that he wants to respect X's privacy by not using cameras to spy on them so will you answer him or should he use the cameras? and what else could you do then?

at the very least, he didn't seem serious about attempting to kidnap or imprison X. he seemed fascinated by them, if anything. like he was...studying them. being with him wasn't as bad as you'd though, no matter how much you hated to admit it, despite the foundation of this friendship was built on how amusing he found X. if he was in a particularly good mood, he'd even offer to help you out with your struggles in the pursuit of love. his ideas, however, were all sure to land you behind bars with a retraining order to boot. when you voiced your opinion to him, he only smiled and told you that he knew a thing or two about breaking out of a prison cell, much like he was recalling upon a fond memory.

the only good thing about this strange arrangement was that fyodor was really nice to look at. there was something mesmerizing about his every action, even the slight quirk of his lips or the way his hair fell on his forehead. the ease with which he slipped on his hat (which, by the way, what was with all his not-weather-appropriate clothing? was he not sweating?), and the commanding air around him. so while he spoke seriously about X and his distaste for most of the human population, you tuned him out and focused on admiring his pretty eyes and how his lips wrapped around his fork and—ugh, you were starting to sound as creepy as him. but honestly, you had a feeling he already knew that you found him attractive. fyodor was far too good at reading people, far too perceptive to let something as obvious as your attraction to him slip.

your mistake was foolishly believing that you'd be safe as long as you didn't act on those feelings.

it felt strange, however, when he started reaching your usual table first, having already asked for your go-to meal and watching with thinly veiled delight as you stared down at the hot plate. and it's your coworkers now that get stared at, your friends who get the silent threat of a fork pressed against smooth skin, and you that everyone whispers that fyodor dostoevsky is taken with.

the meaning behind his increasingly strange behaviour doesn't really hit you, not until you've bumped into X again, who you haven't seen around in a while.

"i see that you and fyodor are becoming good friends now," they grin, "i'm almost jealous of how quickly you warmed up to him."

long fingers reach to caress your cheek before a perfectly poised hand places itself on your shoulder. fyodor's unmistakable voice replies in your stead.

"we're friends? is that what you've heard?" fyodor dips his head down to lock eyes with yours, "why don't you correct them about that, darling?"

you should have trusted sigma when he told you that nikolai gogol was bad news. as he clarified, so bad that, coincidentally, the ministry of justice hq was moved away at least by two states when nikolai came to visit.

but how were you to know that he was in love with one of your acquaintances? and how were you to know that his idea of love was this frightening? just when you were making your way back after a lukewarm conversation about work with X, you were slammed up against the wall by a person with a top hat and a coat and an honestly terrifying expression. then nikolai, as he later introduced himself, started grilling you with questions, ruthlessly asking about why you were with X and why did they smile at you and where does your family live, after which he happily told you about his many previous experiences with torture and how he would love to show you.

you're not sure what convinced him to let you go, whether it was your trembling legs or your teary promises that you had no interest in X in that way, but here you were now—alive, terrified, and offered the position of 'magician's assistant' (though the magician himself refused to tell you why the position was open for so long) and all it took to land the increasingly strange job was to talk to X and listen to nikolai threaten to torture you in graphic detail.

(among all the crazy people you had seen around here—that so-called 'world's best detective' who snatched your bag of candy right from your hands, that other person who started doing push-ups in the middle of the road, and someone giggling holding a bag of lemons by the port—you thought that nikolai definitely fit right in. not that you were going to tell him that)

while the position wasn't exactly what you wanted, nor were you too keen on spending more time around nikolai, something about the glint in his uncovered eye and the hand gripping your shoulder told you that you really wouldn't want to reject his offer. contrary to what you may have assumed, assisting nikolai only meant becoming a partner to his criminal activity, which revolved around stalking X, talking to them to find out all the information nikolai can't get by stalking them, and stalking them even more to find out any more details that neither of you could get. (you've considered helping out as much as you can, leaving hints in the form of obscure drawings of nikolai and danger symbols, but later, when you catch sight of X waving to him, you realize the message did not come across the way you intended it to)

fortunately for them, (and for you. at least now, you won't be behind bars for assisting in abduction) nikolai seems to have no interest whatsoever in pursuing them any further. sure, he keeps books filled with information about X, and buys their favorite drink alongside his order, but he doesn't seem to want to do anything more.

while you could care less about why he does whatever he's doing, already chalking it all up to the fact that he was off his rockers, nikolai decides to enlighten you all the same. when he excitedly rambles on and on about freedom and feelings and why X must now die, you pretend to listen, never actually telling him that nothing he said made any sense to you. still, after insisting that he won't be very free behind bars either and that if he really didn't want to be tied down by his feelings, he should actually distance himself from them instead, it appeared that you finally got him to understand, and he hesitantly agreed to listen.

for the most part, everything is great after that. your life returns to normal, with no top hat wearing, cane wielding magician in the vicinity, and no more having to invade someone's privacy. and it was great! really! even if it was a little bit boring without nikolai's spontaneous plans (maybe that time in the amusement park was pretty fun, even if the only reason you had to go was because X was going there with someone else, much to nikolai's horror). there was something both unsettling and addictive about the crazy adventures nikolai swept you on, though it was for the best that he disappeared.

but then nikolai came back…acting a little odd.

his clinginess and a sudden desire for physical affection set off alarms in your head, though he acted like this was perfectly normal. at first, you told yourself that this must be some new jealousy plot—maybe he got this idea from a tv show he watched over his 'break', but he hadn't asked you if you wanted to be part of this ploy (not that he ever did, really).

and your suspicions only grew when he refused to let up on the act, holding onto you as if his life depended on it. his trips with you became increasingly frightening, and his grip on you increasingly tighter. he takes his new position by your side, not at all focused on X anymore, and instead observes you with the same look that was fixated on X not too long ago.

it only hits you that you've become his new target when you find yourself tied up to a chair, with him seated right in front of you with his face up to yours. the exact scenario you convinced him not to put X through.

"your advice sucks, by the way," he pouts, "i tried staying away but i couldn't stop thinking of you! don't be too upset, alright? we can have even more fun now that we're together!"

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CHEAP BEER & FRIDAY NIGHTS

cinna’s note : wrote this at 2am n finished it in a library. why do toddlers scream s’ much D: my feet hurt ;;

tw : blood, guns, the usual mafia stuff, one death threat, alcohol ( beer ) ft. chuuya + mori, can be seen as platonic or romantic, angst / fluff !

the last time you see dazai osamu was when you were in your apartment, opening cans of beer to drink and eating cheap food from a convenience store nearby your home.

it was a normal saturday night, one that happened every week. talk about stupid stuff with him and fall asleep on the sofa together with nothing but a thin blanket to keep you warm, the lights still on.

you expected to see him when you were in your office, hanging around to escape his workload. until you don’t.

you didn’t think too much about it. he’ll be back tomorrow. maybe he got sent on another mission without your knowledge, and so you buy some extra food in case he decides to crash by.

seconds, minutes, hours which turn into days passes. and you presume he got killed by the boss. not really.

you ask around when work is over, hoping for some sort of news, only to receive confused glances. then you realise you haven’t asked nakahara. he was nowhere to be seen as well for now.

the elevator’s doors open and you step in, only to hear a greeting.

“hello.”

a shiver runs down your spine when you recognise that voice. “oh. hello boss.”

awkward silence falls and you can barely breathe, choked by the heavy air. petrified. you were scared. you never knew what made this man so fucking intimidating but you guess its because he looks the most normal out of all of you. but is practically a monster behind that facade of being fake nice.

“you’re the girl that ex-executive dazai always hangs around with.” he commented, a smile on his face. “yes.” you manage to nod, before his words struck you. “ex-executive ?” you repeat, eyebrows furrowing.

“yes. he defected a couple days ago. unfortunately no one could contact him.” he sighs. “a shame, dazai truly was a treasured subordinate.” bullshit.

“I take it that you weren’t aware ?” “I was unfortunately occupied with reports. I apologise.”

but why would he leave ? it doesnt make sense. and if he left, the people close to him would be suspects. and didnt he say that the port mafia was really where he belonged-

oh. then you remember why you were stuck in the office with another worker for the whole day doing stupid paperwork.

that bitch had known that you would be questioned.

“dont worry,” that sickening sweet voice again. “well, I’ll have to go now. see you around.” he says, when the doors open and then he left.

you sigh, then walk your office. you bite your tongue, so hard that it draws blood and you can taste the smell of rusted nails in your mouth.

you walk to your desk and pull out a drawer full of small notes from him. taking one out, you rip it into small, tiny peices, coloured paper fluttering down the ground.

“you’re taking this better than I expected.” nakahara walks in, bottle of wine in hand. “I thought you would go out, look for him and then murder him.”

“why is there wine ?” “wanna drink ?” you pause before silently agreeing. “sure. lets just go back to my apartment. dont wanna risk anyone seeing me drunk.”

shockingly, four years pass quickly when youre preoccupied with shitty work.

you ended up being nakahara’s assistant, a promotion that you hadn’t expected honestly. but the pay was good so you didnt have any issues.

when you come back from printing some reports at two am, you find chuuya sitting in his couch, legs spread and his hat covering his face, asleep, soft snores escaping his lips.

you hum, covering his sleeping figure with a blanket you found draped on the side of the couch, taking your briefcase and fixing your appearance, you left the building.

waving over a cab, you quickly went into it and gave directions to your apartment, tired and wasted from the long hours.

it soon stopped, signaling it’s arrival. mumbling a thanks, you stepped out of the taxi after paying.

you walked up the stairs slowly, feet aching from your heels. when you arrived to your door, already key in hand, ready to insert it into the lock. but just as you opened the door a crack, you stopped short.

the light was on.

swallowing a groan, you grabbed a gun from your belt and kicked it open.

“get out from your hiding spot or I’ll shoot you in the head ten fucking times.”

“aww, but you’ll shoot me even if I come out.”

what the actual loving hell was he doing here ?

turning around, you pointed your gun at him, rolling your eyes. “the fuck are you doing here dazai ?”

“it’s friday.”

you scoff, still holding the gun up to his head. “we dont even do that anymore. leave.”

“mmm . . . i bought some beer though, it would be a shame if you drank it alone-“

bang.

smoke hisses behind dazai, a hole shot clear through the wall. only then did you let your arm down, glaring at him.

“i’m not going to deal with this bullshit. I’ve had a long day.”

“the last time we saw each other was today’s date. wouldn’t you like to catch up ?” when did he become so persistent ? he changed too much. but you did too.

you put the gun down your coffee table, running a hand through your hair, defeated. “i’m going to take a shower, dont pull anything funny or I’ll be dragging your ass to the port mafia and handing you over to ozaki’s team.”

“got it !”

you end up screaming inside the shower the whole time.

when you come back out wearing your usual clothes, hair still wet and your towel around your neck, dazai looks amused but thankfully keeps his mouth shut tight.

he was already drinking a can of beer, and you notice there’s small splatters of blood on his beige trench coat.

“so, how’s everything back in the port mafia ?” he starts as you open a can straight from your freezer, a pop echoing through the room.

“as usual. i got promoted to become executive nakahara’s assistant.” you relish in his pained and disgusted look, knowing the friendly rivalry in between them that usually caused fights and included random buildings exploding.

“him ? that slug ? couldn’t you refuse ?” “the pay was high.” “hmph.”

“hows things at your new job ?” you ask, “is everything better there ? you’ve changed a lot so I guess so. you’re not the dazai I knew anymore,” your voice cracks, “what the fuck were you thinking ?!”

tears fall down your cheeks as you get up from your chair, grab his collar, “did you know how much I worried for your stupid suicidal ass ?!”

dazai stays silent, chocolate brown eyes staring back into your own. you let go of him and plop down your chair. “things are alright. altough there’s a co-worker named kunikida who always nags at me.” he replies, not talking about your sudden outburst.

you avoid his glance before getting up yet again. “i’m going to the toilet.”

the faucet is running and you’re splashing your face with cold water. eyes and nose a bit red and puffy.

it wasn’t any use crying. that dazai wont ever ever come back and it’s not something that you could control.

when you come back, you find your beer is already almost gone, so you grimace and pop open another one. the second one for the night.

“you’re working at the armed detective agency huh ?” you sigh, “I hope you manage to get killed in one of your missions.” “youre so cold.” “only to you.”

“you didnt lose an eye after all.” you comment, staring at where his eye bandage had been. “was that really just for fashion ?”

he doesnt answer and you dont talk anymore.

it continues on for a while until he breaks the silence. “i’m sorry.”

“im not accepting it.”

“knew it.”

silence envelopes the room yet again, and the only sounds audible is the clock ticking.

“I wont ever forgive you for a million years for pulling that. but, i’m quite a merciful person yknow ?” your words breaks the invisible wall in between you breaks a bit, cracks starting to form.

he perks up in surprise, “what do you mean-“ “i’m willing to start over. but dont think I won’t try and murder you in one of those fights.”

the young man chuckles, “alright then. to new beginnings ?”

“to new beginnings.”

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brother’s rival

bsd boys x fem!reader

wc : 3.k

warnings : threats, a lot of makin’ out so spicY

synopsis : The boys discover their precious little sister is dating their rival in the worst way possible

a/n : remake! also I absolutely despise Mori. but he’s attractive so sigh.

Mori

- Y/n Fukuzawa : late 20′s/early 30′s

You knew very well that you shouldn’t be dating the boss of the Port Mafia but…

“Y/n, darling~”

You honestly just couldn’t seem to resist him.

Giggling, you made your way across the vast expanse of his office to make yourself comfy in Mori’s lap, “This place is so big!”

He gave you a warm chuckle, “Indeed. You would have seen it sooner if you’d come when I asked weeks ago.” Mori pouted and nuzzled into your neck

“I know but I had to…’play it cool’ for a while. Ranpo is a very hard person to evade, you know.” You tilted your head with a soft sigh.

Mori just hummed and started placing slow kisses against your jugular, “That’s a fair point, my dear. At least now I can finally do this-“

Meanwhile, at the Agency, everyone was relaxing and doing their work in peace until Ranpo shot out of his seat with wide eyes and bolted out of the room

“What’s up with him?” Atsushi raised an eyebrow at Dazai, but the brunette just shook his head

“It’s wise not to ask this time.”

A frantic knocking interrupted Fukuzawa’s tea time, who opened the door to a distressed Ranpo

“Sorry for the intrusion, President, but…”

“Ranpo?”

“Y/n is at the Port Mafia headquarters!”

You were sprawled out comfortably on Mori’s desk while he stood crouched over you, “You’re so cute~”

You gave a teasing grin, “I know. Say, isn’t your back hurting, old man?”

His smile morphed into a dramatically hurt expression, “I’ll have you know I am younger than your brother! And you are only about 10 years younger yourself!”

Humming, you brought him down by the nape of his neck, “Yeah? So you still got it, Ogai?” You gave a breathless laugh as you brushed your lips against his

His eyes flashed dangerously, sending pleasurable shivers down your spine. “I’ll show you exactly what I’ve got, darling.”

A katana blade swiftly appeared under his chin, making you gasp and freeze up- “Yukichi?!”

Mori visibly paled as he was turned around violently and forced onto the tips of his toes when your brother fisted the front of his shirt

“What do you think you're doing with my sister?”

“Wait! Don’t hurt him!”

Fukuzawa blinked and narrowed his eyes at you, “What?”

You flinched, “I- uh...you, you can’t hurt him because he’s...he’s my boyfriend!”

You honestly thought your brother stopped breathing for a few seconds

That is, until he calmly let go of Mori and grabbed you by the scruff of your neck, dragging you through the big double doors

“ACk! HEY!“

“Hush, little sister. We will discuss the terms of this...situation at home.”

Gulping, you looked back at your shocked boyfriend to give a small wave

You ended up going right back to his office the next day. “OGAI!”

“Y/-oof!”

You tackled him to the ground and smiled, “Brother's blessing has been given! Although he did say that if he ever caught us like that again then both he and Ranpo would castrate you…”

Akutagawa

- Y/n Nakajima : 18 y/o (twins)

Akutagawa scared you at first. He literally tried to kill your twin right in front of your eyes the first time you’d met, but…the more you kept coincidentally running into him, the more you found he wasn’t actually that bad

Once you got past his cold demeanor, that is

It had been a couple weeks since the Moby Dick was taken down and you were on your way to meet with the Mafioso

“Ryu!”

He looked up through his shades and gave you a slight quirk of the lips, “Let’s go.”

You traveled to an abandoned gazebo on the outskirts of town. It was surrounded by a few big trees and a lot of flowers : it was your special place

“Y/n?”

You hummed, looking up from your finished flower crown, “Yes?”

“I...love you.”

You smiled and blushed slightly, “I love you too, Ryu.” Walking over, you reached up to place the white flower crown on his head

Akutagawa’s eyes shone brightly as he gently felt the crown. His eyes trailed down to your lips then back up to your eyes, “Do you trust me?”

“With my life.”

He smiled, a real smile, and pushed some hair away from your eyes. In the next moment, you felt a soft material wrap around your neck

Your lips parted as you looked down at Rashomon wrapped around your neck like a collar, “Ryu…” his name came out as a whine

Akutagawa growled quietly, tugging on Rashomon to make you stumble closer. One hand stayed on his ability at the base of your neck while the other cupped your cheek, tilting your face up so he could smash his lips onto yours

He paused only to gently walk you backwards, making sure your back was pressed securely against the wooden pillar of the gazebo

Ryu was just about to close the gap again when a flash of silver shot in between you, severing Rashomon and grabbing you by the shirt

“What the hell do you think you're doing, Akutagawa?”

Your hands were trembling as you looked up at your twin. There was a fire burning in his eyes which told you something bad was about to happen

“Atsushi…?”

He was shifted into his half-tiger form, and when Ryu didn’t bring out Rashomon again to defend himself, it made you even more nervous

“I’ll kill you!”

You were tossed to the ground when your brother leapt forward; Akutagawa barely had time to dodge because his eyes were focused on you falling

“Ryunosuke!”

Atsushi froze in his spot on the roof of the gazebo, “What did you just call him?”

Wincing, you scrambled up to run in front of Ryu with your arms spread out. “S-Stay back or I’ll call Dazai-Senpai! You have to at least let me, us, explain.”

Your brother blinked and jumped to the ground, releasing his ability

He looked back and forth between you two for a second before walking up to you to pat your head, “Be home by...8. We’ll talk then.” He looked at Akutagawa indifferently before turning on his heel and walking away

His sister’s happiness was one of the first priorities in his life. Atsushi would just have to set some...rules. A lot of rules.

Atsushi

- Y/n Akutagawa : 18 y/o

Just like the other two Akutagawas, you are a highly skilled mafia member; you were even promoted to being Executive Nakahara’s partner because the boss held a lot of trust in your abilities

Which is why it irritates you to no end when your siblings coddle you solely because you're the youngest. Solo missions? Not possible, Ryunosuke does them himself before you even get informed. Mori specifically states you have to do a job without Chuuya? Gin’s tagging along and won’t take no for an answer.

There’s basically no privacy boundaries, so when you met a certain white tiger, you have to practically bend over backwards and then some just to keep him a secret

You’d just been released from duty by Chuuya (your saving grace at this point- he knew Ryu and Gin were out on missions when he let you take the rest of the day off) and was making your way past the pier when you bumped into Atsushi

“‘Sushi!” you smiled giddily and ran over, soaking in the sight of him after not being able to for weeks

He gave you a cute little smile in return and rubbed the back of his neck, “Y/n! I’m so happy to see you.” A laugh escaped him when you asked if he’d had a bad day, “Well, I almost got killed by your brother again so it’s pretty fifty-fifty.”

You sighed exasperatedly, leaning up to wrap your arms around his neck in a hug. His arms circled your back as he picked you up, spinning you around slightly, making you shriek in laughter

You stayed at the pier for hours, walking and talking and playing around until dusk fell. The two of you stopped under the bridge, not wanting to say goodbye just yet

“H-hey, Y/n?” Atsushi gulped when you looked at him, hand coming up to caress your cheek softly before crashing his lips against yours for the first time that day. He let out the cutest of moans as he backed himself up against the wall, essentially letting you cage him in

Humming, you pressed harder against him, smiling when you felt his fingers brush against your thighs. You were seconds away from jumping up in his arms, but a flash of black and red slammed into the ground behind you

Atsushi heard you scream before he saw what had actually tried to attack you both, and when he did, he was pissed. A low growl escaped him and he lifted you slightly off the ground in a protective hold, “You could’ve hurt her, idiot!”

Ryu took a half a step back, sighing when he saw the scared look on your face. “Come, little sister.” He held his hand out just like he always did

But you refused. “No. I haven’t seen Atsushi in weeks, partly because of you! I wish to stay here with him longer. I also wish for you to stop trying to kill him every time you see him, please.”

Akutagawa stared at you in bewilderment, eyes narrowing in on the way the weretiger’s hands tightened around your waist. His feet took a few more steps back as he coughed, “We…will talk about this when you get home. In an hour.”

“But-”

“In. An. Hour.”

You smiled, “Yes, big brother. Thank you.” When he left, you turned back to your boyfriend and watched the color melt from his face, making you laugh. “I love you, Atsushi Nakajima.”

He purred, “And I you, Y/n Akutagawa. Though I’m pretty sure my life just flashed before my eyes just now-”

“Brother! Did you find her?”

“Yes.” Ryunosuke gave a small quirk of the lips, “She’s safe.”

Fyodor

- Y/n Dazai : 20 y/o

You actually met by complete accident

You’d ran into your brother right before his meeting with Fyodor, but before he could shoo you away, the demon himself showed up and introduced himself

After that encounter, even when your brother said to stay away from him at all costs, you went back to find the purple-eyed Russian again

And now, months later, you were still sneaking off to meet with him (though given, you weren’t aware of everything he was doing when he wasn’t with you)

You were making your way through a dingy alleyway when someone grabbed your waist from behind and bit into the side of your neck

“Fedya! Stop scaring me like that! You know I don’t have an ability to defend myself with!”

“Oh? But you fight on your own so nicely, the way you use a gun is just breathtaking~”

You turned your head to hide your blush, but his hand gripped your lower jaw, “Milaya...you know I don’t like it when I can’t see that pretty face of yours.”

Your lips parted and you blushed a darker hue, keeping your eyes locked with intoxicating purple ones. “Do you want to know a secret, Fyodor?”

“Hmm?” his face was so, so close…

“Purple is my favorite color.”

The smile he gave you took your breath away. His cold fingers gripped the back of your thighs to hike you up and press you against the brick wall, “Is it now?”

Your voice came out as a small whimper, “Yes.”

His lips were on yours in an instant, rough and needy, while his hips bucked up to meet yours

Fyodor would have definitely taken you right then and there in that alleyway but the sound of shuffling interrupted, and he dropped you on your feet to turn around

His eyes cut across the darkness blankly, searching for who dared interrupt him. Your eyes were cold as they stared at the shadowed figure, gun drawn, and free hand clutching Fyodor’s shirt

Your eyes quickly warmed up when you saw it was your brother, at the cost of all the color draining from your face

“O-Osamu…”

“When I decided to follow you tonight, I was definitely not expecting to see...this.”

His voice was steely and his eyes were lightless. He looked just like he did when you were in the Port Mafia

“Osamu, you’re scaring me…” you actually took a step back into Fyodor’s chest while the hand holding your gun started to tremble

The light of his eyes returned, although it was dull, and he looked at you in slight shock. “Scaring you?”

Your gun dropped to the floor as you sprinted down the alley to your brother, tears brimming your eyes, “I-I swear I haven’t been saying anything about the ADA or our missions or anything! I just...please don’t take me away from him- I love him.”

The last part was but a broken whisper, making your brother’s eyes widen even more. After a beat of silence, he brought you into a hug and glared at Fyodor

“If you hurt her, I’ll tear you limb from limb and make you eat them.”

He let you go with Fyodor that night, but not without putting a tracker on you. Dazai wasn’t gonna take any risks that would allow his little sister to get hurt

Dazai

- Y/n Nakahara : 21 y/o

When Chuuya left the Sheep to join the Port Mafia, you’d showed up at their doorstep the very next day and were welcomed with open arms

Despite your brother’s protests, you were put under Dazai’s command, but he treated you nicely; He adored you, you adored him, and it was only natural it broke your heart when he left

So when he popped back up on the radar years later, you were quick to go see him despite his being in the Ada

That resulted in you, today, sneaking him in like two dumb highschoolers. You were in your room inside the penthouse you and your brother shared with Dazai stretched out underneath you

“You look good lying helpless underneath me.”

“You do know I can switch this around in an instant, right?”

You grinned wolfishly, “You won’t.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because you love letting me go wild and have fun.” You proved your point by grinding down on him and running your nails along his scalp, resulting in a loud moan falling from his lips

Your grin changed into a soft smile as you ran your hands along his unbandaged body. They trailed over every crevice before stopping at the base of his throat

“Fuck, you’re s’pretty ‘Samu.”

Dazai’s hand shot out to grab you by your own throat, tugging you closer, “As are you, Belladonna.”

Chuuya, brilliantly, chose that exact moment to burst into your room, mumbling something about sharing a drink with him, before he stopped dead in his tracks

His eyes were staring right at the hand still wrapped around your neck, trailing down slowly until they locked on your hand still wrapped around Dazai’s neck

You guess it also didn’t help that you were both in just your underwear

The pressure in the room began to get denser, sending you scrambling off the bed to tackle your brother before he activated his ability, “DON’T YOU DARE, CHUUYA!”

Dazai was quick to follow, grabbing his former partner’s wrist to prevent him from using his ability

“Y-You bastard! How dare you lay your filthy hands on my baby sister! I’ll kill you!”

“Brother.”

He blinked, staring at you with rage and a hint of curiosity

“I haven’t loved anyone since...well since the Sheep betrayed us. But now...I’ve found someone to love again. Osamu cares about me. A lot. And yes, I should’ve told you first but...Chuuya, I love him. And I need you to let me have this. Please, big brother.”

You could see tears brimming Chuuya’s eyes before he scoffed and yanked his hand away from Dazai, moving to stand up

“Fine. But if he hurts you- if you hurt her, I’ll-“

“If I ever hurt Y/n, I give you full permission to kill me slowly and painfully. That is something I never plan on doing.”

Chuuya nodded acceptingly, turning to walk out of your bedroom, “I call dibs on being best man at your wedding.”

Poe

- Y/n Edogawa : 24 y/o

Ranpo knew you were sneaking off, he just didn’t know where

Your ability (or rather lack-thereof) to evade Ranpo’s flawless deduction skills was almost flawless itself. The deep connection you shared with him aided in keeping certain things a secret

But you couldn’t evade him forever- that you knew

You were snuggled up with Karl by the fireplace in Poe’s study on the loveseat. This was your favorite place to relax; his study was so cozy and warm

Edgar glanced up from his novel, smiling at the sight. His uncovered eye widened when you met his gaze, cheeks flushing when you smiled right back

You slowly got up, padding your way over to his desk, while making grabby hands. The action gifted you a laugh so sweet it could give you a toothache. Almost immediately, you were scooped up and placed in his lap

While his chair was big enough for the two of you to fit, your bodies were still pressed up tightly against one another; it sent pleasant shivers up his spine. Poe wanted you closer…

You began to giggle quietly as he brushed over your lips, hands carding through his hair to pull his face closer so you could finally kiss him. His lips were so soft, “Poe~”

He gulped in response, his own shaky hands coming up to rest on your hips. Hesitantly, Poe pulled your hips forward, moaning when you followed the action eagerly

“Y-y/n…”

Grinning, you rolled your hips slowly until the tortuous pace forced him to start rocking you on his lap himself. You hummed approvingly, fingers tugging at thick locks of hair

Poe choked back a whimper, boldly moving to lift the hem of your shirt when someone clears their throat from the doorway. He lets out an undignified squeak and shakes his hair free from your grasp so it covers his flaming face

You, on the other hand, physically feel your soul leaving your body. You don’t even have to turn around to know who’s there, but you do anyway out of politeness (and fear of making him even more pissed)

Ranpo’s normally closed eyes are wide open, eyebrows furrowed and mouth pulled into a frown, “Y/n.”

You honestly attempt to curl in on yourself and just die right then, “H-hey big brother…nice day we’re havin’ huh?” You grip Poe’s shirt tightly

He wrapped a comforting arm around you in return, “I’d never let harm come to your sister. I’ve been in love with her since the first time I saw her- I will continue to love her until my last breath, with or without your permission.”

You were beyond words. Poe didn’t stutter once and he stared Ranpo directly in the eyes the entire time, sight uncovered by his bangs

Ranpo was equally shocked, but after a few moments of tense silence, his usual cheery expression came back, “I like your dedication! My permission is granted- there’s no one I’d trust more with her!”

A soft smile overtook your features, “You’re the best, Ran.”

Ranpo tipped his hat like the dork he was and smiled at you, his eyes open once more, “Of course! If you’re happy, I’m happy. Bye now!”

When the doors shut behind him, you heard Poe let out a long exhale and go limp underneath you, making you cackle in amusement

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coolyiooo · 11 months

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BSD Men Dealing With Your Mood Swings

parings: Dazai, Fyodor, and Chuuya

First time writing something other than smut 😶🔫

🖤DAZAI🖤

You were having a bad day, not only because you started your period but also some drama was happening between some friends of yours, so you were ranting to your boyfriend while driving. He was being the passenger princess.

"And then she was all like ' that's none of your business ' "

"Oh shit-" he said with a hand over his mouth, actually invested with your tea

"I know! And I was like-"

You suddenly heard one of your favorite songs playing on the radio

"Hold on- babe, this song is my jammm"

You started to vibe with the music and sing long with it, completely forgetting about your drama you had earlier in the day.

Dazai was a bit baffled but he started to laugh at how your mood just did a whole 360. He actually started to vibe with the music with you.

Another day, another pain of suffering of cramps, hormones, and blood 🤢 you were mad, annoyed, disgusted, and sad all at once. You literally just arrived at the ADA office and immediately said, in a monotoned voice

"I'm going to hang myself" And sat down

Everybody in the office was a bit worried and confused, they all faced Dazai to see if he'll comfort you and be a good bf but all he said was

"I'd never thought I'd hear you say those words" he had stars in his eyes.

Everybody gave him a disgusted look and he could feel it. He chuckled nervously and said

"I- I mean why don't I go to the store to buy all the snacks you want!"

" Aweeee thanks babe!"your mood immediately changed.

Dazai mentally gave himself a high five.

When work was over you were comfortable in the couch, covered in blankets, heat pad on your stomach, and reading your book. Everything was perfect when suddenly your boyfriend came in. You gave him an intense side eye and he immediately noticed.

"Uh- what's wrong, princess?"

"I need you to leave" you said straight up with no remorse.

For a second he looked a bit shocked, wondering if he did something. You felt bad but suddenly saw how pretty he was, so you used that as an excuse to let him down easy.

"your distracting me with your beauty" You went back to reading your book

He was baffled once again but then was flattered and smiling to himself. He left the room to yourself. He was a bit taken aback by the aggressive, flirting comment but a win is a win.

He'll try his best to comfort you during these times. I feel like sometimes he's the reason your mood is just sky rocketing all over the place, but he'll make up for it.

💜FYODOR💜

You were literally being a couch potato. Covered in blankets but also chips, crumbs, and snacks.Fyodor came in the room and saw the mess you surrounded yourself in.

"My dear, is it too much to ask for you to clean up after yourself?"

"Shut up your anemic" you retorted back with no sympathy.

Nikolai was in the same room as you two were in and tried his best not to burst out laughing . You realized what you just said and immediately began laughing. Fyodor was slightly taken by surprise by your bold comment but his face showed no emotions except for 'you better stop if you know what's good for you'.When you noticed his face, you immediately stopped laughing. Fyodor then walked towards you, you were starting to get scared

"w-wait! I'm on my period I'm sorry!"

He stopped in front of you "yes, I can see my love"

"I- ...I'm sorry" you said timidly

He looked back at you with dark eyes "just clean up after yourself, darling" he kissed your forehead and left the room.

"Your lucky he loves you" Nikolai commented

Later that same day you were laying your head on Fyodor's lap as he was petting your hair, reading a book. You were staring at his legs and randomly said

"You have very pretty legs, they look like they belong to a woman"

He immediately stopped what he was reading and looked at you. You stared back at him.

"I meant that as a compliment of course. I mean your just very beautiful"

He stared back at you with a hint of concern, but then reverted back to a straight face

"My dear, just go back to sleep" he said, gently scratching your head

Next day you were sitting on the bed, late at night, reading a book. Fyodor came in and stared at you. He was just surprised you were still awake but you felt judged.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You said in a bratty tone

"Am I... Really that ugly?" You asked with curiosity and started to feel a bit down

He closed his eyes and deeply sighed "of course not, my love. Your more than beautiful" he sat next to you on the bed

"How so?" You pouted

He gently stared into your eyes "Your captivating, enchanting, and even pulchritudinous"

(Yes, that's a real word)

You didnt even know what that last word meant but since it sounded pretty, you felt flattered. You hugged his arm and kissed his cheek.

"Ugh thanks, Fedya. I love you" you had a smile on your face and snuggled close to his chest.

He smiled slightly "I love you more" he said, kissing the top of your head.

He usually doesn't take whatever you say seriously during these days just because of your mood swings and how this isn't what you'd normally do or say, but he'll still try to make it bearable for you and a little for him as well. You should definitely give him a thank you for dealing with your bs.

🧡CHUUYA🧡

He already knew you started you period. He low-key seems like the guy to track it down and stuff so he bought you a bunch of snacks. Usually when your on your period he cuddles with you so when he arrived at your shared place he went to go look for you. He found you laying flat on your face on the bed.

"Hey babe, how are you feeling?"

You responded by soft groaning

"Awe I'm sorry baby, I got you your favorite snacks. I hope that makes you feel better" he laid the bag down on the night stand.

He saw that you weren't moving, and out of sympathy, he touched your head.

"Don't touch me" you mumble in a strict tone

Normally he would probably be concerned but he understands that it's just your period talking and understands you probably just want to be alone.

"I'm sorry, let me know if you need anything" He said before making his way out the room

You lifted your head up looking back at him "wait, where are you going?" Your tone sounding sad "don't go"

He was confused but then you reached your arms out to him.

"I change my mind please cuddle with me" you said almost as an order

Your change in tone and mood startled him. He didn't want to make it worse by disobeying your order so he cuddled with you. You started playing with his hair and scratching his head. His thoughts were that he's the one supposed to help you relax not the other way around but the more you looked at him the more you realized just how literally gorgeous the man was.

"Chuuya, your so prettyyy" you said while kissing his cheek

He was starting to blush "the more I look at you the more breath taking you get" you then smothered him with kisses.

A moment ago you were literally not wanting any physical touch and now look at you, you can't keep your hands off him. Not like he's complaining though, but he's definitely struggling to keep up with your mood swings.He was about to respond back to you with compliments, but you then stopped your kissing and said

"now let me sleep I'm tired" you patted his chest gently and rolled out of his arms. Now he was just dazed.

He'll try to make you the happiest he can during your days of the month overall and you should definitely give him your gratitude for being a good bf

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ferris-the-wheel · 16 days

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Posted 5/1/24

"Let's play a game"

Includes: Ranpo Edogawa x gn!reader (reader's perspective)

Genre: Romance

Relationship: Romantic ; short-term lovers (about six months) ; implied top!Ranpo + bottom!reader.

Summary: You try to convince Ranpo to give you some snacks, but things don't turn out exactly as you planned.

A/N: I have never written for Ranpo before so please tell me if I messed anything up :') I'm spoiling you guys with such a long fic. This was in response to the poll!

CW: Making out, implied smut.

"What are you doing?" Ranpo asked, causing you to jump and slam your head on the bottom of the desk. You swore loudly, causing Kunikida to look over with a frown.

"Watch your language in the workplace, Y/N!" He scolded you before going back to the paperwork he was doing. You rubbed the back of your head with your hand, scowling and tears welling in your eyes.

"Yeesh, why did you scare me like that?" You demanded, straightening up. Ranpo smirked. "I saw you snooping around my desk, so I figured I'd see what you were up to." He replied, sitting down on the top of his desk, legs swinging. "Speaking of, what were you doing?"

You froze for a second. "I dropped something and it rolled under your desk. Or not, apparently."

Ranpo laughed. "You mean you weren't trying to find my snack stash?" He asked you, a smug smile on his face. You felt your ears turning red, realizing you'd be caught in a lie.

"... Maybe I was." You muttered, pouting and criss-crossing your legs as you sat in his chair. Ranpo stuck his tongue out at you, then said, "Well, you're not going to get any!"

"Why not?" You glowered at him as he hopped off his desk. He snickered. "'Cause I said so. Besides, they're mine anyways." He said, booping your nose with a finger before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a candy bar. He unwrapped it quickly and popped the treat into his mouth.

"Ngow shcoot." He said, barely intelligible, through the mouthful of food. You crossed your arms and remained stubbornly in the chair. Ranpo made a comically large gulp and began poking your head.

"Fine then, suffer the consequences." He said, then tried to pick you up. Unfortunately for him, his less than muscular arms couldn't even lift you an inch off of the seat. You squirmed around trying to get away, which caused him to give up trying to move you.

"For some great detective, you're not that strong." You teased. "Hey! Don't forget, I'm the world's best detective, the smartest person ever! I don't need muscles or whatever." He huffed.

"If you say so~" You said in a sing-song voice. Ranpo pinched your arm, causing you to jerk back. "Did you just pinch me?!"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Ranpo said, now his turn to pout and he turned his head away, sticking a lollipop in his mouth.

Before you could shoot back a reply, Kunikida stood up and stomped over to the two of you, grabbing the backs of your shirt collars. He lifted you with ease out of Ranpo's chair and dragged you both across the room to the door.

"Kunikida! Hey, let us go!" You exclaimed, Ranpo giving similar complaints. Kunikida opened the door and quite literally tossed you and Ranpo out of the room. "I can't focus when you're both arguing like children! Come back when you actually want to work." Then he slammed the door shut.

There was a moment of silence before you grabbed Ranpo's wrist and hauled him to his feet. "Well, let's go find something else to do." You said, unbothered by the rough treatment on Kunikida's part.

"Now I know what Dazai feels like whenever Kunikida throws him." Ranpo said, rubbing his back. You laughed and started walking down the hallway, leaving Ranpo no choice but to follow, his arms crossed behind his head as he walked.

"Now what?" You sighed. You blinked after a second when you realized Ranpo hadn't said anything, which was a bit out of character. You were suddenly yanked into a room to your right, a hand linked around your upper arm.

"Wh- hey—" You felt a finger press against your lips, effectively stopping you mid shout. You realized it was Ranpo and you breathed a sigh of relief. "Geez, you scared the hell out of me. What did you do that for?"

Ranpo grinned and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Take a guess." He said tauntingly. You glanced around the dimly lit room— the lighting was terrible— but you couldn't see an evident reason why you'd both need to be there. It was a tiny room with only a few boxes stacked in the corner. Likely this was a storage closet, though it appeared to be mostly unused.

"Uh... I don't know. This room's pretty much empty." You admitted finally, turning back to face him. "Well, great detective, enlighten me."

"Let's play a game." Ranpo said. His response was so odd that your confusion must have shown on your face. He finally released you and plopped himself down on the ground near the middle of the room. You sat down as well, facing him with an expectant expression.

You knew you were probably walking right into a trap, but your curiosity was getting the better of you. Which admittedly he probably also predicted too. Oh well. It's not there was anything better to do anyways.

"How about this? You tell either a truth or a lie— and don't make it obvious— and if I get the answer wrong, you get a piece of candy." Ranpo said, dangling a piece of wrapped candy in front of you enticingly. Seriously, where did he keep getting those snacks?

"Fine. Wait- what happens when you guess correctly?" You asked, realizing that he'd omitted that, more than likely on purpose. Ranpo tossed a piece of chocolate into his mouth, then said with a sly grin, "I get to kiss you."

...Yeah, that explained why he'd dragged you in here. This game was rigged from the beginning; you definitely would not be getting a single snack from him. It's a win-win situation for him because he knows he won't lose.

You sighed, mussing your hair with your hand. "I should have expected something like this, but... fine. Let's play your game." Ranpo let out a triumphant snicker and pointed a wrapped lollipop at you.

"Alright, go ahead. This lollipop's on the line." He said. You glared at him but didn't respond. Instead, you started thinking. You decided to go with a lie first. But what lie? Something simple? No, he'd guess that right away.

Okay... "I worked as a bank teller before joining the ADA." You said, being careful not to move around and give Ranpo any hints. Truthfully, you were an English professor at a private college, but you hadn't even told Fukuzawa about your previous job, so you doubt Ranpo knows.

He seemed to think about it for a minute, then laughed. "Nope! That's a lie." He said, leaning forward. You shifted back. "Ah-ah! Where did I work before here?" You asked. If he was going to insist on playing such an obviously rigged game, you were going to make it a bit more difficult for him. Well, as difficult as you could make it.

"That's not part of the game." Ranpo frowned. You gave him a smirk. "You thought I'd make it that easy? I'm adding a new rule: if you correctly guess a lie, you have to guess what the correct answer is, or no kiss for you. After all, the best detective in the world shouldn't have any trouble figuring out a simple lie."

He gave an exasperated sigh, but nodded. "Fineeee." He looked you up and down, his hand on his chin. "Hm.... your posture is super straight and you don't have very evident muscles, so I'd say most likely not a blue-collar job. Your dominant hand has an indent between the finger joint and nail, which means you probably write a lot. You seem to be used to wearing a collared shirt with a tie, so your old job must have had a more formal dress-code.

"A logical guess would have been someone working in a customer service occupation, like a bank teller, but that's incorrect. Plus, I don't think you'd be dumb enough to say such an obvious lie that is closely correlated to your actual job..."

He trailed off for a moment. "Ah-ha! You were a professor at a college, specifically an English professor. Most public colleges don't have really strict dress codes, even for professors, so your college was a private college, wasn't it? Go on, tell me I'm right." He sat back, his arms crossed behind him with a confident smile.

You weren't even surprised. "How'd you figure it out so quickly?" You asked. "I explained most of my thoughts out loud for ya, but the rest is a secret." He replied.

You rolled your eyes, having figured that that would be the response. Ranpo scooted forward and gave you a quick kiss, then leaning back. "Next question!" He exclaimed.

"Okay, okay." You said. Now came the problem. This would be way too easy to overthink. The obvious idea would be to say a truth next, but Ranpo would likely suspect that. On the other hand, if you tried to throw him off by telling another lie, he would likely think of that as well. You mentally flipped a coin in your head.

"I like dogs more than cats." You finally said, taking a minute to think of another lie. "Lie, lie, lie. I said to pick hard stuff!" Ranpo immediately chanted. "I see the way you look at those alley cats when you walk by the café out front. You're a sucker for cats."

"You could have at least pretended to think about it for more than two seconds!" You replied in mock offense. Ranpo waved his hand up and down. "It only took me a second to figure it out, two seconds was enough."

He moved over to you again and in a second, his lips were on yours, though this kiss was more than a quick smooch on the lips like before. He positioned his legs so that yours were in-between his, and he looped his arms around your neck. After a few seconds, you felt his lips leave yours.

The game went on still, predictably with him winning every round. In the beginning, you did attempt to come up with more difficult lies and obscure truths; though now, you found yourself coming up with the most obvious things.

Each time he won, the kiss would last a little bit longer, until you finally had to turn away to take a breath. You only got a few seconds to recover though, because Ranpo's lips found yours once more, kissing you more earnestly than before.

Though you weren't sure how you even got there, you found yourself sitting with your back pressed up against the wall, Ranpo still straddling your legs, though his hands had moved down to wrap around your sides. The two of you finally separated, both of you breathing heavily.

"So..." Ranpo said, his breaths slowly returning to normal, and his piercing green eyes met yours. One of his hands slipped up your shirt, the other coming to rest on your thigh. You could feel your face heating up, your legs trembling slightly. Ranpo smirked.

"Cat got your tongue? Go ahead. A truth or a lie. Maybe you'll finally win a round this time."

It didn't take a genius to figure out that he wouldn't let that happen.

You left the storage room, your face flushed as you tried your best to hide the numerous hickeys along your neck with your shirt collar. Ranpo closed the door as he exited the room behind you.

"We should play that game again." He said, linking his arm through yours and leading you back to the main office area.

"No we should not! Ranpo, are you insane? We're in a workplace setting and anyone could have walked in on us!" You hissed.

"Half of the ADA are out on assignments right now or somewhere else in the building. No one would—" He started, but you cut him off. "I think you missed the point of it not being professional."

"You do know that Dazai regularly asks women to—"

"Dazai does what?" A voice came from behind you two, ending your bickering. Dazai slipped between you and Ranpo, then smiled.

"It seems you two had a fun time. Who was that saying I'm unprofessional?" He snickered. Ranpo pointedly turned to you. "See? He doesn't care."

Dazai, likely sensing the tension between you both, wisely slipped away into the office.

"Besides, you did have fun, right?" Ranpo gloated at his victory in the conversation as you immediately became embarrassed again, covering your face with your hands. "I mean, you sure—"

"Ranpo Edogawa, not another word!"

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universallychaoticpan · 1 year

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AAHHH I LOVE YOUR BLOG SM. IF YOU'RE TAKING REQUESTS I WOULD LIKE TO SUGGEST THIS. i am tired of reading about myself dying. i want chuuya or dazai to die. this sound so weird, i love them so much- but here is the scenario i have in mind, chuuya or dazai, gets really injured, chuuya might've used corruption, dazai got shot in a crossfire or sum like that- and reader runs up to them and they try to tell the reader that everything will be alright and stuff. so basically, full angsty angst. if you're comfortable with writing this of course. i wanna suffer a bit more before going back to school HAHAHAHAH

AAHAHAHAHA you have awakened my angst muscles and I am out for blood. I hope you enjoy because I reworked this a million times for maximum effect. ;)) Enjoy?

"No, no NO, not yet, please, not like this-"

Chuuya heard your voice before he saw you through his blurred vision, heard you scream, agony tearing through your voice, through your body as he ached to comfort you. But try as he might, he couldn't reach you- his body was giving up, his strength was leaving him, ebbing out slowly and he could feel it.

And you saw it. His eyes, usually so bright and clear, were half lidded and groggy, staring up at the sky to something you could not see. When you'd found him, you feared he was already gone. But now, you knew it was almost worse: he hadn't died

But there was nothing you could do to stop it from happening.

Kneeling at his side, you wept openly, sobs running through you, ripping through your body, making your chest heave with the weight of your grief. You cried with his hands pressed to your lips, prayed to whatever cruel god had decided his fate, mourned the life you could've had before he lifted your eyes to his own.

"I didn't think it would feel so cold when- when it was time to go. Y/n, I'm scared. I don't want to go."

You moved closer, pulling his broken body up to lean against you, holding him close with his head against your chest.

"Don't be afraid," you whispered, choking back your own tears. "You don't need to be afraid. It's just you and me. It's just us- just feel me. Nothing else."

He shuddered, darkness creeping into his vision as he tried to focus on your beating heart.

"I'm sorry I couldn't give you more time. You deserved more time."

Softly, you turned his face to you, smiling for his sake even as you felt your heart shatter in your chest.

"Don't be silly," you chuckled, "we have all the time in the world. You and me, alright? I'm here and I- I'm going to be here when you wake up."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Then I'm not afraid anymore."

You kissed him then, your cheeks wet with tears, your chest aching knowing this would be the last time you would feel his lips on yours like this. In that moment, you turned a second into a lifetime. You imagined this was what it would feel like when you woke up beside him in the mornings, and how it would feel when he kissed you slow at night. You pictured him kissing you the same way when you were old and graying, could feel the same familiar press of his touch on your body, the comforting feel of his love that kept you safe. You imagined a life beside him, a life spent loving him, poured your hope and every dream you had for the two of you into that second where the world's rules bent to two lovers on the edge of death.

You kissed him and held him close while the fire in his eyes dimmed, while the drum of his heart grew weaker and finally, ceased it's beating. And still you stayed, because as long as you stayed, he could still wake up.

You had promised to be there when he did.

It wasn't supposed to happen this way. He was strong, he was so strong- he had survived so much. Too much. He had survived too much to die because of you. He wasn't supposed to die on the ground, surrounded by gunfire and fear, felled by a bullet that was meant for you. It was supposed to be so different.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you moaned, biting your lip to keep from crying. "It's going to be ok, I promise- it's going to be ok." Frantic, you tried to stop the bleeding- god there was so much blood- as Dazai held tight to your hands.

"It's going to be ok- I promise." god, why was there so much blood.

He winced as you brought him into your arms, smiling up at your beautiful, tear stained face.

"You're here?"

"Of course I am," you laughed, another sob making your voice tight and small. "I'm right here."

He reached for your cheek, then cried out with a sound that pierced your soul and twisted the blade.

"It- it hurts so much- y/n please, can you make it stop hurting?"

"I wish I could," you whispered, leaning your head down to him so he could rest a palm against your cheek. "But it'll stop hurting soon, I promise. Just hold on a little longer for me, ok?

Keep your eyes on me."

"Hey y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"It- wasn't your fault. Even if it meant dying a million times- I would protect you in every life."

"I never deserved you," you whispered.

"Liar," he smiled. "You were always too good for me. Never did I think I would get to love someone as good as you. But I need you to do one more thing for me."

"Anything."

"Promise me you'll keep living. Promise me you'll move on and- and promise me you won't stop your life for me. Just- make yourself as happy as I am right now. Make yourself as happy as I am to be here-

being held by you."

You smiled through your tears, caressed his face as his breathing got shallow, as his heartbeat got weaker. You kissed his face, his cheeks, his eyes as they fluttered shut, tried to press the memory of his peaceful expression onto your heart forever. You wiped the blood and dirt from his skin, tucked his coat around him like he was a child again, as loved and safe as any child could be. You told him stories and sang to him, hummed lullabies like you were trying to sing him to sleep. And with every moment he was still with you, you made him a new promise.

I love you

I'll stay with you

You're safe

You can rest

You made him promises until his grip on your hand went slack, until his breathing stopped, until you could no longer hold on. And then you screamed, cried, raged at his side, and made a promise you knew you could never keep. You told him you would be happy.

You lied, knowing your happiness died with him, knowing you could never love anyone the way you loved him.

The way you would always love him.

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misslovasstuff · 1 year

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[Dazai x reader one shot}

“All this is here for you. “

observant. that’s how dazai was. he observed you, marking small details about you.

In his eyes, there was entertainment whenever you stumbled upon your words, but when it came to something you were truly passionate about, the eloquence and delicacy of your speech always amused him.

The subtle yet elegant detail he noticed, was how you always matched your socks with your top. He was also keen on asking why you keep always the same jewels, like the ones in your ear and neck, he’s never seen you change them.

Your hair are usually down, however, when you decide to braid or put them in a ponytail, Dazai tends to always look at you for a title longer. He absorbs well your eyes who are more evident that ever, your pink cheeks and the tempting exposure of the skin of your neck.

He’s a man, nonetheless. Of course Dazai has his eyes on many places, but his heart is so after hearing you call him. He’s so after having you close, having you protected and loved. This man would be ruthless to anything or anyone who would even think of harming you. A weak spot, a delicate place, tats what you have become to him and more.

“Dazai, shall we go?”- you grab his arm, leaning him to start walking in a nearby field which lead to the riverside.

He looks down at his hand intertwined with yours and smiles. Dazai tightens the grip around it, which doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Are you afraid of sliding or something? - you chuckle. - Don’t worry, you’re safe.”

If only he had such fear, but what he was scared of was much more dangerous than you thought.

“Oh, I’m certain you are going to catch me if I fall, my lady. - he teases, leaning closer. - Such a hero.”

“On a second thought, - you stop your pace, not letting go of Dazai’s hands. - since you said so….”

Dazai’s eyes widen as you lean in, staring at his lips, pulling him closer.

“Last one to reach the riverside is a rotten egg!”- you shout at a distance after pushing Dazai off his balance.

“Hey hey, not fair!” - he shouts back but tries to catch up with you, and he does so very quickly. - Come here, you!”

He grabs you from behind by your waist, twirling you around with his lips lending multiple kisses in your neck.

"Stop, you’re tickling me!”- you say, having a huge smile on your face. But you couldn’t help but be the observant one right now.

It felt safe in his arms. The brief touch of hip lips on your skin made you see stars, asteroids that had come to crush every fear and doubt of yours. His scent made you dizzy, dizzy of love. After all of this, one look into those darned eyes and you’re gone, perished, transformed into something that would end the world if those eyes were ever to shed a single tear. A weakness of yours, his smile. That powerful radiating force that enlightened the darkest caves of your soul. To you, Dazai was the epitome of a redound love that was lost, and that you had feared of never finding it again. But there he was, so loved and so in love.

“I guess you’re an rotten egg.”- he says, pinching your cheek.

“What? I was here first!”- you disagree, but then hide your face in his chest when you come across his “oh no you did not say that” face

“You’re seeing yourself right now? You’re in my arms, I’m holding you like you’re my bride. So the efforts are all mine thus, I’m victorious.” - Dazai states pridefully, flashing his eyebrows at you.

“Alright alright, what did you win?” - you roll your eyes with a smile, moving some hair strands from his eyes. Big mistake.

“You made the bet, so you tell me.” - those eyes are a trap, they lure you in like nothing else. He speaks so softly and gently to you, but this time he was looking so eagerly for something only you could give to him.

“Dazai… - you whisper before leaning in for a long kiss which deteriorated to a full make out session there in the fields of the river bank, in a Sunday afternoon when the sun was beginning to set.

“My, I can’t recognise myself when I’m with you. - he says, drowning his face on your neck. - What are you doing to me?”

His hot breath against your skin only tightened the grip you had on his body, back, hair, everywhere your hand could reach you were taking all in.

“I’m rewarding you. Such a good man, making me feel so good.”- you reply, leaving Dazai completely speechless.

“Change of question; Do you know what you are getting yourself into tonight?”- he asks, hovering over you, adoring the sight of a very heated, needy and loveable woman.

“I know what’s going into me tonight, yes. Now do me good, would you?”- you say, cupping his cheek then his neck, pulling him into another kiss, much longer, deeper and sloppy.

Between breaths, you can hear Dazai whisper: “I’ll do you so good, you deserve it all, baby.”

He starts unbuttoning your shirt, hands travelling and grabbing places that you were not accustomed to, thus it was hard to control any noise coming from your mouth. But, there was no need for control tonight, both of you had been waiting for such thing to happen for a while now.

The sun sets and the moon rises, lightning and enhancing Dazai’s silhouette on top of you. Truthfully speaking, you couldn’t get enough of this man.

The night is long for you two, very exciting of course, and yet so far from becoming a memory, cause many nights like this will follow shortly, and very often. It is no wonder: it’s good that you have found and accepted each other. A blessing even, to be loved, respected but most of all, understood.

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