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dreaming

characters: dazai osamu, oda sakunosuke, ango sakaguchi, you

contains: fluff totally

wc: 390

a/n: im currently sick but hey it's holiday:3 ALSOO inspo from a scara+ei tt i saw where nahida controlled his dream~ (by that means nahida = reader)

An ordinary night where Dazai, Odasaku and Ango hang out together at the Lupin Bar. Talking about their work activities that they done today while drinking together. Dazai always look more ‘alive’ when he’s with them. Life never felt much alive when they are together, chattering, drinking together. Dazai smiled looking at Odasaku and Ango talking about work, suddenly he joins in the conversation.

“Wanna know what I did today?!” he asked to them, his amber eyes beaming full of excitement to tell.

Seeing this, Odasaku and Ango looked at eachother then nodded their head as an answer. Dazai’s smile widen seeing at their answer, starting to ramble about it.

“I got a partner for now and he's Chuuya Nakahara from-” he explained to them, which Odasaku and Ango is interested in hearing. Dazai has never been this happier seeing someone, no, people willingly to listen him ramble about his day. He wishes the night could continue and never stop, he doesn't want this moment to stop. After he rambles about his day, Ango talks about his, so did Odasaku. It was the best night ever.

Dazai sighed, which got the attention of both of them, they looked at him slightly concerned. Dazai smiled at them,

“I wish the night continues. I never had anyone listen to me talk..” he sighed, suddenly Odasaku’s hand on his shoulder, patting it.

“I’m glad I listened to you.” Odasaku replied, softly smiling at Dazai. Ango seeing them having a ‘father-son’ interaction, a smile formed on his lips. Why couldn't the night just last forever?

Odasaku looked at Dazai, his hand still resting on Dazai’s shoulder.

“But it's time for you to wake up.”

Dazai hearing those words, his eyes slightly widen, his face giving a confused look.

Before Dazai asked what Odasaku meant, his eyes opened, his body waking up from his sleeping position which is on top of his desk. He looked around, he was in the office, it was all a just dream. You were sitting beside his desk, a smile on your lips.

“Ah, you’re finally awake!”

“Did you do that..?”

He asked, looking down, tears forming in his eyes. You could only smile at his question, shooking your head.

“Who knows?” you replied, seeing his tears finally flowing out of his eyes.

He could only cry knowing it was just a dream. Happiness doesn't stay forever, huh?

Hi!! I hope everything is going well for you!!

I was wondering if I could request a Ranpo or Poe x reader. Like maybe the reader drunk calls them and confesses in the middle of the night? Only to try and play it off the next day. Only for the reader to be horrible at playing it off?

drunk confession

pairings: edgar allan poe x reader

contains: ooc, fluff, mentions of alcohol

wc: 850

a/n: HAI ANONN!! so sorry if im late </3 also sorry for not posting, i've been really busy+ writers block but I AM BACK~ (not proofread)

Poe and You were simply just friends, a close one to be exact. Some people might think you guys are dating because you tease or flirt with him too much, but you just like doing it did you?, Poe knew about that.

The bar was a bit crowded, drunkards everywhere. You were out late at night, sitting alone. You brought the whiskey to your lips, taking a sip of it.

After drinking a lot, you're a bit tipsy now– well, drunk actually. You continued to drink more releasing stress you have in your mind.

Everything was spinning, you couldn't comprehend what was happening at this point.

“My head fucking hurt so bad..” you murmured, bringing out your phone.

Scrolling down your phone, you found his number, Edgar Allan Poe.

Not realising what you're doing, you called his number which he answered.

“n-name? it's 11PM, what do you need?” Poe stuttered, a bit worried why you were calling him this late.

“Wanna– hic hear something?”You muttered, taking another sip.

'Oh, the bar.' Poe thought to himself.

He does know about your alcoholic side.

He muttered a 'yes', holding the phone with both of his hands now.

Your lips turned into a smirk, before confessing something–

“I love youu~ did ya hic know what?” you confessed with confidence, the whiskey still in your other hand.

You swore you heard him let out a 'yelp' in shock. Was he not expecting this? Or your stupid teasing was not enough hints?

“U-um.. I– I dunno how to confess but hic yeah.. I love you.. a lot, Poe. Night–”

Before Poe replied to your confession, you hung up on him first. He was a bit disappointed that you didn't wanna hear his answer. On the other hand, you stood up, waving goodbye to the bartender before leaving the bar.

In the morning, you woke up and continued your morning routine like everyday except you took some meds to freshen up.

On the way to work, you opened your phone to see a message from Poe.

[23:54] Poe: Goodnight, name.

[07:35] Poe: Don't forget about the meeting today, see you.

'Pfft- why did Poe say goodnight, what happen–'

Right before you thought about something else, a sudden realisation hits you. Poe? Like Poe you confessed to last night? Yeah, you're definitely not gonna see his face today.

Upon meeting him, you didn't even dare to see his eyes nor face.

'This is just embarrassing, imagine confessing to someone and not even dare to talk to them aga–'

Your mind snapped back to reality, hearing someone called out your name.

“N-name, are you okay?” he asked sounding a bit worried.

He was worried that you didn't look at him at all, and because of last night. Should he be the one bringing this up?

You nodded your head, looking at anything but him.The tension was awkward, both of you sitting in front of each other not saying a word. It was always you leading the conversation but this time was different.

Poe took a deep breath preparing himself to ask you about last night, before you stopped him.

“So.. um, about your novel yesterday? Have you finished it? Haha..” you chuckled awkwardly, eyes still not on him.

“Ah, yes! About the novel, I almost finished writing it, would you perhaps be the first one to read?” he said in excitement, bringing out the novel which was half done.

Nervousness was still with you, thinking of a way to dodge talk about last night. You agreed to read his novel mystery, and he gave you it.

Right before you read it, Poe spoke about it. About last night.

“name.. a-about last night..” he murmured quietly, while your body tense up a bit hearing it.

Putting down the book, you brace yourself to look at him that got him a bit nervous. The tension was sure getting more awkward.

“Right, about last night. I- uh..” you tried to think of the right word for it, not wanting to make a misunderstanding.

While thinking, you felt soft hands intertwined with yours, it was Poe’s.

“Look, I– feel the same as well..”

Within a moment your eyes went wide, a bit shocked by his answer. Did he really love you back or was it just a pity?

While thinking, you felt soft hands intertwined with yours, it was Poe’s.

“Look, I– feel the same as well..”

Within a moment your eyes went wide, a bit shocked by his answer. Did he really love you back or was it just a pity?

“So, does this make us official now or?”

You asked bravely, waiting for his response.

You didn't want to force Poe into a relationship with you, you know there's always the right moment.

Poe gulped before mumbling out a small 'yes'.

Poe swore he could feel the happiness through your eyes and when you gripped on his hands more.

“Ah– I'm also sorry for uh.. trying to dodge about last night.”

“It's okay, name..!” he gave you a soft smile, that gave you butterflies.

He was just too perfect for you.

live laugh love poe guys (THANK U ANON FOR THE REQUEST ILY U REMOVED MY WRITERS BLOCK BLESS YOU.)

Heeelloo can I request a DOA x male!child!reader who's personality is very similar to the queen of hearts but make him mildly unhinged but also has riddle rosehearts issues and us really bossy (all platonic ofc)

- dearly from 🎭 Anon

DOA with male child reader with a queen of hearts personally Head cannons

Platonic fluff, no characters sexualized in this post!

A/N Sorry it took so long and I’m doing imagines cause for some reason I can’t think of a cool enough scenario to do your thoughts justice! I don’t know why but I was getting riddle Rosehearts vibes from this request :]

Imagine reader found by Nikolai at the age of five and brought back to the DOA head quarters because he felt an attachment to your unique look and personality with your brig he red hair and the red queen of heart style outfit, making him soon turn you into a protege while Fyodor is fascinated by your personality. Your calm demeanor when needed but that same trickster style that Nikolai has making him all the more willing to let Nikolai keep you.

Sigma always becoming the victim of your pranks making him become more cautious around every corner at the base not wanting to end up with red paint all over him from the red painted roses you give him or the countless stacks of red heart cards that end up in his room from one of your little pranks.

Your pranks always resulting in a sort of sit down talk with Fyodor of why it’s wrong to do pranks on DOA members while Nikolai stands behind him giggling like they are your parents, one stern and the other fun and more than likely to help you prank the others.

Always holding yourself high like your above the rest with this cocky tone that always annoyed Bram but he always liked all the red you wore, not that he’d ever tell you that because he thinks of you as a brat but he does secretly have a soft spot with you as your red hair brings back giant memories of his late wife but not in a romantic way but more of a soft reminder bringing nostalgia to him

Your room always decorated in whites and reds filled with hearts with a bed in the middle red with black lace trim on your comforter, rose plants at your window seal with many other plants around your room but each one holding the color red for their petals

Fukuchi always cold wondering how he can make you into a useful member of the doa, often times not talking to you finding your bossy attitude and the way you hold yourself to be stupid after a while but not saying anything of it sense the rest of the doa members seem to have a sorta connection with you making it so that he can’t get rid of you.

After the first few years of living to the doa Fukuchi started to come around to you, starting to see you like a little grandson as he adapts to your bossy attitude learning you more seeing why you act in your way making him soften up turning him into a almost doting grandfather who often likes to spend times away getting you gifts always red whether it be more roses or ruby accessories for your outfits spoiling you in his own way like your a prince

Dimitri! I have silly little idea

can I request the Pm with child!reader who is like Klee who is more chaotic than usual

-🎭

Pm with Klee child male reader imagines

A/n I couldn’t find out what Q gender was so I wrote them as female.

Imagine you being found by dazai in his dark era. Seeing your obsession with bombs and explosives seeing you as a potential value to the port mafia so he brings you back with him but instead of you becoming his apprentice you become kouyou’s instead?

Her seeing you being a young child thinking it best to keep you out of grasp from anyone close to mori like dazai is, her feeling some sort of liking for you causing her to silently fill a mother role for you.

The other pm executives doubting you being of use to the pm when they see how bright and cheery you always are but soon respecting you once they finally see you in action with your bombs on a mission.

Akutagawa hating you at first because of how happy you always are but gin thinking your a cute kid! Akutagawa slowly coming around to like you seeing you as a little brother to be protective over like he is with him.

Elise liking you hanging out with you despite her being Mori’s ability your the only other really small child besides Q making you hang out with the both of them when Q isn’t busy, Elise making the two of you have playdates hanging out at one point even making you three have a tea party!

Male yosano comfort male reader after being rejected from his family after coming out

Male Yosano x male S/O reader coming out to family ~

Imagine having a religious/homiphobic family, them not knowing you’re dating a man not knowing anything about you and Yosano they think of you as “roommates” or “bestfriends” never actually knowing you two to be lovers until one day when visiting you manage to muster up enough courage to tell them your sexuality and about you and Yosano. You were tired of hiding the relationship and you no longer lived with them you thought this the best time to tell them!

Imagine coming out to you parents, telling them your sexuality, telling them you’re dating a man (Yosano) in which anger engulfs them and hurtful words pre said, bringing in their religion calling you “sinful” in your thoughts not bothering to hear you out just telling you to leave.

Imagine going back to yours and Yosano’s shared apartment in tears bordering a breakdown on the verge of hysterics when you open the front door, him running to you hugging you asking what’s wrong as he rubs your back closing the front door pulling you to the couch to find out what happen while he stares in full blown worry.

Imagine Yosano holding you murmuring sweet words in your ears inside he’s plotting the death of your family for hurting you, but his plots will have to wait since you’re currently his top priority, cooking your favorite comfort food holding you in bed keeping you close being the one to push away all of your self hatred and hurt in the moment by kissing you on the male of your neck murmuring “it’s not your fault sweetheart” as he cradles you in bed.

Imagine having to convince Yosano not to hurt your family, him being absolute feral after you calm down and explain everything to him, pleading with him to “let it go” but he feels all enraged about their reaction despite knowing it would happen he hates when they hurt you.

Imagine Yosano texting you all worried while he’s at the ADA since you insisted you’d be “ok” after the night was over, every hour or so you getting check ins and little emojis to help cheer you up and try and make you feel better.

enigma

pairing: dazai x reader

warnings: none, just soft fluff♡

wc: 520

a/n: i wrote this when i was sad lol

Dazai is, to most, an enigma. 

His true feelings and motivations stay locked in a safe, so much so that even he forgets who he really is at times. Those who tried breaking open the safe were laughably unsuccessful. There have been those he tricked into thinking they really knew him, only to be left alone in the dark. 

But you didn’t try, you didn’t judge, you trusted him. An unwavering trust Dazai had only ever felt from one other person in his life. It took time, and patience, but eventually Dazai simply handed you the key. He allowed you to finally look inside that infinitely brilliant and broken mind of his. 

You place your mug of tea on the ring-stained coffee table before taking a seat amongst the cushions on the couch. You pull out your phone, deciding to indulge in a while of mindless scrolling. You rhythmically swipe and and sip your tea, late afternoon sunbeams lighting up the room. 

A while passes, the sun almost entirely disappearing over the horizon, when the front door clicks open. You smile softly as Dazai wanders in, kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his coat. He greets you with a tired grin, “I’ve missed you today darling.”

You scoot up to give him room to sit beside you, “Looks like you had a rough day, wanna talk about it?” 

He shakes his head, “Not particularly, no.” He glances down at you, a playful glint in his eyes, “But I know what I do want.”

Before you can ask, Dazai unceremoniously flops down on top of you, making you screech. You want to scold him for scaring you, but his gleeful laughter stops you. He buries his face against your neck, leaving a soft kiss against your skin. You weave your fingers through his hair and tug softly, fingertips softly rubbing into his scalp. He lets out a long, slow breath, his body fully relaxing against yours. 

“You’re far too good for me.” He mumbles.

“Don’t talk like that, Osamu.” you flick his ear softly.

He gasps loudly, “I never thought my dear beloved would resort to physical abuse! I take it back, you're terrible.”

You chuckle and roll your eyes, “Says the one who pinned me down and tickled me for five minutes until I nearly peed myself.”

Dazai starts laughing again, almost obnoxiously loud. In fact, you’re almost sure if anyone else heard him they would think he is obnoxious. But to you, his laughter, his smile, his jokes, and even his dramatics are worth the world. You’ll never understand why he chose you, why he handed you the precious key, but you’ll always be grateful that he did.

“Hey Osamu?”

To most, Osamu Dazai is an enigma. The man is notoriously hard to read, one can never know what he’s thinking.

“What is it darling?”

Even so, one look into his tired brown eyes and you know; you can hear his thoughts loud and clear.

“I love you.”

But you can’t deny, it feels indescribably wonderful when you get to hear him say it.

“I love you more.”

Hi!! Can I request atsushi, and kunikida with a teenager! Reader (platonic) who communicates with text messages, but its so chaotic because reader's messages range anywhere from "give me your paperwork and go take a break, you've been working too long and I'm getting worried ( this is not a negotiation)" to *insert exact coordinates* "if i dont get more hands, i will start to stab"

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬

𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐃𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨+𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜)

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff, crack

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Them dealing with a slightly unhinged teen reader (hcs/smau)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: chaos, pure chaos.

𝕂𝕌ℕ𝕀𝕂𝕀𝔻𝔸 𝔻𝕆ℙℙ𝕆

My god he's so worried

He found you alone in the park once all crusty and musty

Boom, now he's your father figure

Bro collected you like a pokemon💀

Okay he is actually so worried of you sometimes because you go from so sweet to literal Dazai behaviour in a few seconds??

If you scroll up it's just a wholesome convo then suddenly you're in trouble with the fucking mafia

You're literally Atsushi 2.0 and he's about to go bald from how troublesome you are😭

ℕ𝔸𝕂𝔸𝕁𝕀𝕄𝔸 𝔸𝕋𝕊𝕌𝕊ℍ𝕀

Oh yay you're another orphan!

He's actually terrified of you

You remind him of Akutagawa but more unhinged😧

You constantly remind him to get a break and he just goes 'I will'

But he doesn't

And what do you do? YOU FUCKING TRACKED HIM😭

Sometimes he is so scared of letting Dazai hangout with you

Dazai taught you how to shoot when you were part of the agency a few days in😦

𝔸𝕋𝕊𝕌ℍ𝕀+𝕂𝕌ℕ𝕀𝕂𝕀𝔻𝔸

Both of you are getting called a brat by papa Kunikida

The family dynamic you guys have is so abnormal

Some waitress saw the chat once and called the cops on them because they thought you were a hostage💀💀

Kunikida grounded you to stay in the office and forbid Atsushi to let you out😐

You were just fucking with them

Because Dazai taught you how to lockpick🤭

The both of them refuse to let Dazai near you after that (he was forbidden to even get 10 feet near you)

Despite all the chaos you bring, the entire agency still cares for you<3

Dw Atsushi and Ranpo snuck some snacks for you without Kunikida knowing

But they forgot to clean the trash

So now all 3 of you are grounded😔

A/N: I didn't really have a planning for this so it's a bit ass imo☹️forgive me por favor😞

WATCHING THE BARBIE MOVIE | ft. Elise & Chuuya⪩⪨

Summary; Mori was busy for the day, and Elise desperately wanted to see the barbie movie. So he wanted to assign someone in the port mafia to go with her, unfortunately The Black Lizard, and the other executives were busy as well. So out of desperation, Mori turns to you and Chuuya to accompany Elise to the cinema.

note; i dont like mori but just ignore him here. Reader is fem.

”You called for us, boss?” Chuuya walked in the room with you following just a few meters from him. “Ah, yes. Chuuya, [Y/n]. Yes, I did. I want you both to accompany my dear Elise to the movie house to watch the barbie movie!”

.

What?

You and your ginger haired boyfriend stared at Mori then darted your eyes to the blonde girl from across the room that was currently drawing, dumbfounded. “The barbie movie?” You repeated.

“Yes. Since unfortunately i cant go since I have lots of work to do, I’ll assign you both to go with Elise instead.”

“Oh. Okay, boss.” You accepted instead of trying to wear his patience off, while chuuya was still standing near you with a bad feeling. Who knows? Maybe this’ll be fun experience.

and it was a fun experience.

꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎

“H—hey, Elise?? Is this really necessary?!” Chuuya yelled from inside the changing room. Before you guys went to see the barbie movie, Elise forced insisted that you both wore pink outfits like she did.

you already owned a pink dress so you got went to go get it in the penthouse you and chuuya lived in, then returned to where they were , while dressed up in pink which Elise absolutely adored and complimented you so many times.

So when she had learned that the executive didnt have any pink clothing, she forced him to stay and look for pink outfits at the men’s section while you were dressing up in the penthouse. You returned to see Elise impatiently waiting outside with her arms crossed.

-

“Come on, Chuuya. Its probably not that bad.” You reassured him, however it was a trap just to see if he looks silly or not. You and Elise were trying your best not to at least let out a snicker nor a laugh.

“goddamit.” He mustered under his breath. “Fine.” He walked out, with a pink blazer, tie and pants. You and elise bursted out laughing. “Hey! Stop that!” Chuuya yelled in embarrassment.

“i—its honestly.. not that bad!” You say between laughs. “Thats easy for you to say! Pink literally looks good on you!” “Arent you gonna change your hat?” You raised a brow in amusement. “Fuck no.” He replied. Elise just giggles. “just buy it and then wear it!”

“Ugh.” Chuuya quietly scoffed and went back in the changing room.

꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎

After the Barbie movie ended, you guys droped off Elise back at the Port Mafia headquarters not knowing the others were already back. So you guys definitely got some stares for the pink outfits, especially by the guards and the black lizard. Even Kouyou snickered. Chuuya was totally embarrassed and all you did was laugh your ass off.

BONUS:

“Woah. Yall changed your style? Honestly, pink kinda is your color.” Tachiara teased. “Shut the fucking hell up, Tachihara.”

“Okay, damn.. my bad, my bad..”

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

ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ © 2023

You liked to bake in your spare time.

What an odd hobby for a port mafia executive. But they do have their own lives, their own interests and dislikes. Sometimes, people outside the mafia would forget that.

You were precise and specific with your movements, making sure to measure every ingredient you add into the mixture. You were so focused and in the zone, it was admirable—in a way, to your ginger-haired boyfriend. But seriously? Couldn’t this wait till morning?

Chuuya, wiping away the tiredness in his eyes, plopped down on one of the stools in front of the marble kitchen island. 

“Listen, your baking ‘n cooking tastes good as hell, so don’t get me wrong. But just how much coffee have you consumed earlier today to the point ya had to get up at 2 AM in the morning to bake cupcakes?”

You rolled your eyes at his revelation, sliding your gaze from him to the tray you were about to place your batter into. “Okay? What about it? That mission in Madrid really stressed me out. And this is more of a.. coping mechanism, I guess??” 

He couldn’t help the small, sheepish smirk that creeped its way to his face. Every experience with you was never boring. It was as if you brought.. what’s the word for it? Thrill and excitement, most likely.

Chuuya was quite used to your antics. Most of the time, you wouldn’t even eat the food that you make. Maybe one or two pastries, but you always made sure that Chuuya gets something to eat.

You had thought that these small acts, Chuuya would forget. But how could he forget it? Even actions so small such as making sure Chuuya is drinking enough water, getting enough food, enough rest, and—fuck’s sake, so much more.

It’s these small acts of love that Chuuya is reminded that he owns all of your love.

And you own his.

ranpo w a burnt out gifted kid younger sibling!!

• After both of your parents died, Ranpo felt the need to look after you due to your age gap. But like you, he was also a young child at that time. Like you, Ranpo also needed someone to take care of him.

• After being taken in by Fukuzawa, you both received proper education. You grew up to be this talented, over achieving child. You had a habit of joining competitions such as writing, math and robotics. Usually, being the intelligent kid you are, you were use to recieving 99.7 or even a 99.8 on your report cards, because of course, the teachers couldn’t just put 100% for several reasons.. 🫠

• You both were lucky enough to be gifted a better lifestyle. So Ranpo held his chin up with pride, not wanting to let down Fukuzawa and the people whom depend on him. • You did the same as your brother. You upheld a certain flaming pride, always feeling the need to excel in all you do. Academics, musical instruments, damn it, even baking??

• Throughout the years, Ranpo had noticed your demeanor faltering. He knew you were getting more and more tired with each day. • He didn’t want to confront you, deciding it was best to leave you and your feelings be. But that didn’t mean you were safe from his constant small acts of love, such as sharing his snacks with you (he eats half of it though.)

• If he was to be honest, he’d say you were foolish for taking on too many tasks and after school extra-curricular programs. In his opinion, you didn’t need to “prove yourself” by showcasing that you were talented in various aspects. He knew you were intelligent, almost as intelligent as he was when he was your age. So he found you and your little academic interests quite silly.

• When he’d notice you were restless, Ranpo would pull you away from your duties and suggest watching your favorite show/movie, despite the criticism he’s uttered about them.

• Ranpo loves you a lot, just so you know. Oh, obviously you knew, duh. But there were times he’d seen your restless eyes scanning through every crook and cranny of your homework papers and online school website, reading word to word and drinking all the words up into your brain, that he thinks you’re being too overwhelmed by your own pride and joy, that you forget that you still have a life to live, and a brother to spend time with in cafe’s eating all the sweet pastries you can.

masterlist

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐊𝐄𝐘: fluff — ♡ smut — ☆

JJK ➤

↳ Arcade (Highschool) Gojo S. ♡

↳ Stomach Bulge (kinktober) Gojo S. ☆

↳ Professor Nanami K. ☆

AOT ➤

↳ First Kiss Connie S. ♡

KNY ➤

↳ ???

BSD ➤

↳ ???

ִ ࣪𖤐Teenage romance₊˚⊹ ᰔ

ᯓ★Synopsis: Being in a relationship with Dazai Osamu seemed like a huge problem to you, because his behavior often made you confused, and everything suggested that he would remain a silly guy who would remain alone for the rest of his days. But one day you had to realize that this wouldn't happen. Because he has you in his life.

ᯓ★Pairing: pm!dazai×fem!reader (both 16-18y.o);

ᯓ★Contains: fluff/comfort, hugs, kisses, hanging out together, teenage romance, nonsense, pm!reader, mention of murders, mention of criminal organizations drabble&headcanons, sfw, affection, mention suicide attempt;

| author's note: This is my first work, I hope you'll like it. Please don't judge too harshly I tried my best ૮₍˶Ó﹏Ò ⑅₎ა |

The whole situation was so strange and unexpected for you that you really didn't understand where you were and what you needed to do. When you woke up in a dimly lit room, you found yourself lying in a room that looked like an infirmary. There was practically nothing around. There were no sounds either, but they soon appeared. There was a door at the end of this room, as you assumed, there was a corridor behind it. It turned out to be true.

A couple of minutes after you woke up, the door opened a crack, and a guy came in — funny shaggy hair, dark eyes, bangs on half of his face and a bandage covering one eye. He was dressed quite formally—a white shirt (although slightly frayed and wrinkled), a black tie, black trousers and shoes. He had a black jacket slung over one arm, he looked rather rumpled and seemed tired. Sitting down on the bed, you looked at the boy with bewilderment and suspicion when he finally came up to you and scratched the back of his head. Yawning lazily, he said:

«Well, hi, silly suicidal. Mori-san asked me to give you something, but I don't think you need it right now. Congratulations! Oh, though... It would probably be more accurate for me to say that I'm sorry, though...Aaaahhh, okay, never mind. I'm Osamu Dazai, don't be surprised, you survived your failed attempt and Mori-san and I dragged you here. He wants to recruit you...So you'd better come to your senses as soon as possible and come to his office. He doesn't like to wait too long... In short, you have no choice. Come on, get up! Can you walk?»

He gave you a dubious squint that made your skin crawl, and then silently walked away. He pulled out a small old chair (which you didn't notice right away), sat down on it, and crossing one leg over the other, began to read a small red book. Still in a strange trance state, you didn't even understand how he was doing everything, it was hard for you to figure out where you were sitting at all. After a couple of minutes of silence in the room, you finally came to your senses a little — you noticed that the room was not so empty, you were sitting on a fairly soft bunk, somewhere above there was a small window through which white light entered the room.

After that, you had the next challenge — to talk to this unknown. He has already introduced himself, and you instantly remembered his name. But still, he didn't mention where you were or who he was at all... So, swallowing hard, you turned your head, but then froze when you found that he was already looking at you. With a sigh, the boy put the book on his lap and looked at the ceiling, muttering

«You're probably wondering where you are and all that... Well, you're in the infirmary of Yokohama's main criminal organization, the Port Mafia. Welcome. No, don't worry, we won't kill or torture you. The boss has slightly different plans for you. But still... You know, if I were you, I'd think twice about choosing this stupid, absolutely shitty way! I'm sorry, but do you even have a brain? To what extent does one have to be a stupid girl to use such a non-working method! And yes, you don't have to ask about all the details of your "rescue." I'll just say one thing — you looked lousy. Yes, however, nothing has changed now...»

Finally, he fell silent, continuing to stare at the ceiling for a while, and then turned his gaze to you. Maybe it was time for you to introduce yourself?...

«You said your boss wants to hire me... Why does he need this?... I... I'm probably grateful for the rescue, but... What does he want?...»

Dazai just raised one eyebrow and then looked away, continuing the dialogue:

«Well, obviously he saw something useful in you for the mafia. He will definitely find a job for you, especially since our staff is very small now. Well, according to him, he just couldn't leave such a poor thing to die»

You've got your head down. The answer was obvious, and why didn't it immediately occur to you? Then you should have introduced yourself properly. You made some kind of pathetic gurgling sound, after which you quietly whispered:

«My name is... My name is Y/N...»

The young mafia turned a curious look at you and got up from his seat. Putting his hands on his hips, he said:

«Yeah, so Y/N you said... Okay. Come on, let's go. The boss should see you before lunch»

You carefully shifted on your bunk, and then lowered your feet to the floor, still sitting. But the real problem for you was getting up — no matter how much you tried to lift yourself, nothing came out. Apparently, your body is very weak, and your legs are numb. You began to have a slight panic, tears began to come to your eyes, and you began to suffocate from them. But it didn't take you a second when Osamu came up to you and gently pulled on your arms, and you were finally on your feet. Exhaling, you were about to take the first step, but the guy stopped you with the words "Where are we going?" after that, he easily picked you up in his arms. It was so unexpected that you squeaked, but he shushed you and said in a dissatisfied tone:

«Hey, I actually don't want you to break all your legs or overwork yourself... Anyway, it's not profitable for the mafia to keep you here for a few days.»

you were more than ready to object, but for some reason your inner self told you to keep quiet. Apparently, this was not the right situation for outrage.

So, after some time, you finally got out of the Mafia boss's office. Dazai seems to have understood everything in the blink of an eye from your distorted face. You were accepted, and now you could consider him a "colleague." He somehow abruptly and very unexpectedly jumped up to you and smiled broadly, said:

«Well, now you are one of us!»

This was your first meeting.

❛━━━━━━━ ••• ━━━━━━━❜

And then everything went the way you couldn't have expected, but it's not that you didn't like it. Conversely.

You had to go through many situations and complete many missions together. He also introduced you to other members of the Port Mafia. You were received very cordially, and, frankly, it warmed your heart.

Osamu kept saying how unprepared you were to work in this organization, and that you shouldn't have been here at all, but he supposedly couldn't contradict Mori (Of course, he was a brazen liar— he was the one who begged so desperately to keep you in the mafia for his own good). In short, you got along, you became even more than just colleagues.

One of the situations that you remember the most was how you fooled around and played cards together. It was funny, even though you never managed to win. But you always laughed maliciously when the intense struggle between Odasaku and Dazai continued without your participation. You knew that Oda would always have a way to beat the youngster, so you weren't surprised by Sakunosuke's next victory.

Basically, you've always been a witness to the endless quarrels and swearing between Dazai and Nakahara. It all got to such an extent that you started to get a headache from their shouts of indignation (it's good if they used only speech, and did not get into a frenzied fight). In the end, you just got up and left, but both boys, catching themselves in time, immediately fell silent and quickly followed you, simultaneously apologizing for their antics (in fact, while you were silent, they continued to whisper insults). You didn't have much choice, you were a kind-hearted person, so you just couldn't get mad at them.

But even though they "hated" each other, they were ready to unite at any moment just for the sake of your safety. You were a valuable person to them, not only in terms of being a mafia member — everyone knew perfectly well that one day you would have to make a choice.

But you were like friends with Chuuya — it seems that even on his part there was no initiative to enter into a romantic relationship. You spent no less time together than with Dazai (which made him, by the way, jealous, but of course he would never admit it). So at some point Osamu realized that it was time to throw away the final card. Many of your memories from the mafia are quite clouded — it is clear that the job was not easy, and there was not much light and fun there. But you will always remember the moments spent with a bandaged mafia member.

Your belated winter walks, when it's already starting to get dark outside, and many teenagers your age are already running home, worried that something might happen to them or their parents will scold them. But of course you weren't like that, because you are a fearless mafia that can walk around whenever and wherever you want.

Although many called him a "Demon-Prodigy" you could only agree with one part of that nickname — he was indeed a prodigy, but a demon perhaps only in appearance. He kept in himself those weakened, smoldering particles of warmth and love that he allowed to warm his heart only with you and Odasaku.

And you, like no one else, saw it and appreciated it. Perhaps you didn't even realize it yourself, but at some point your heart literally began to ache from the accumulated warm feelings for him. You endured this mental anguish because you were sure that he didn't need it, or he would reject you.

But fortunately, none of this happened.

You remember how you went for a walk in the snowfall, and you caught snowflakes in your mouth, and he called you stupid, but you didn't care. You called him stupid when he threw a nice snowball at you with all his might... You remember when the skin on your cheeks and hands was already starting to pinch and tighten from the cold, and you were laughing while you were fighting, and he always throw you to the deflection, and you landed in a giant snowdrift. All your clothes were soaked from the snow, and Dazai only stopped laughing when he saw you desperately trying to keep warm, shivering from the cold. Then it finally dawned on him, and you quickly went to the mafia building or to his "home". He wasn't particularly proud of his house, which was just a shipping container. So basically he took you to the mafia building, but if you insisted, he could agree to spend some time with you at his house.

In winter, Osamu was a real simpleton — he almost never wore a hat, scarf, or mittens. It could be bitterly cold outside, but he still went out without any warm clothes. His warm wardrobe for the winter was everything he wore in all other seasons, and the only thing that was added was a warm black coat that Odasaku gave him. You were always cursing why he was walking around with uncovered head and not dressed properly, but he waved you off and ignored your requests to wear a hat/scarf.

But still, one day, when you, having excellent knitting skills, knitted him cute warm mittens, he grunted with displeasure and took them without saying a word. However, during your next walk, you noticed that he was wearing them.

Right after that, you started knitting him a scarf, and after a couple of weeks it was ready. You also packed it as a small present, but as usual, Osamu did not appreciate your efforts with the decoration; but he wore the scarf all the time (not without your reminders ofc).

You wanted to go to the rink together to try yourself at it, but unfortunately, by the time you remembered your intentions, all the rinks were already closed, so you had to postpone this entertainment for the next year.

When spring came, everything always changed somehow: the mood improved, the work went easier, and everyone began to live a little better. This wonderful time of the year was something enlivening. Everyone knows that it is in spring that you can catch a wonderful natural phenomenon — cherry blossoms. The second name is hanami. You really loved these few short days when you could catch this sight. And Dazai, knowing this, finally decided to hint at inviting you to go with him one day (of course, he consulted with Oda and Hirotsu before). He's very lucky that you didn't hesitate to agree.

The preparation for the traditional holiday took place slowly, you managed to do all your business and buy all the necessary attributes. On the day of the celebration, you were wearing a very beautiful kimono in delicate, light shades, and Dazai made do with a simple dark haori. Don't have to mention that he was fooling around for almost half of your walk, but at some points he was unusually serious. You were a little confused by his sudden mood swings, but given his nature, you weren't too surprised. This youngster was unpredictable.

Admiring sakura went great, although Osamu managed to piss you off a couple of times. You saw his face when his dark eyes were staring into the distance, looking at the delicate pink, mixed with white petals slowly flying down — it was a look of anxiety and peace at the same time. And yet, a slight smile touched his lips.

Time passed, your relationship was at a stable level, but still your heart felt the insufficiency that the lack of love gave you. You tried to overcome these feelings with all your might, but nothing came out; it got to the point that one day you had a dream with him; but it was very touching and gentle — a spacious field, waving grass, a cool breeze and a scorching sun, and in the middle of it you, and only you two. More than half of the summer has already passed; Work has not stopped, of course, there are no summer holidays or vacations in the mafia. But sometimes you and Mr. Bandaged Mummy managed to get out of the hectic world of blood and murder.

It was very hot, and you couldn't stand the heat, so you tried to stay in places where the temperature was more or less stable or slightly cool. You always have taken ice cream from the same stall: Dazai has always chosen some strange and tasteless ones, but of course this is only in your opinion. You took your favorite flavor, and often offered him a taste, but he always refused. Boring jerk.

And one day it happened.

His birthday has just passed; it was only a couple of days later, when his 2-day absence from work became suspicious, and you found out that he had made another attempt on his holiday. It was like it cut into your heart — it was so painful to realize it. You tried to contact him somehow, called him, but he seemed to have forgotten about the existence of his phone. You knew it wouldn't be the best idea to show up on his doorstep, so you just had to wait him to show up himself.

And you remember that day by heart: when the bell rang at your door, then a small knock in confirmation. You immediately went to the door and opened it... Osamu was behind. You saw him like this for the first time — with a slight smirk on his lips, an apologetic expression on his face and ...a bouquet of white lilies... You didn't know why, but in that quiet moment when you saw him, you caught your breath and almost burst into tears.

All the emotions mixed into one huge lump that came to your throat, and you, knowing perfectly well why he was here, carefully, timidly took a step forward and hugged him, burying your face in his shoulder. One of his hands was holding a bouquet, so he lightly hugged you with his other hand. After a couple of moments, you heard him whisper:

«Well, don't whine... I can't stand it, you know»

Those words made you smile, and you pulled back a little. Without further ado, he handed you a beautiful, elegant and delicate bouquet of lilies, after which he added:

«Well, I hope you've at least guessed that this is an occasion....»

«Sure... You wanted to apologize, didn't you?»

«And you're smart today, mouse»

You smiled at his comment; he always called you that in a teasing manner, but now it sounded more affectionate. You understood everything at once — white lilies, such a beautiful flower, which means apologies and kindness of intentions. It was his way of earning your forgiveness for what he tried to do to himself.

You spent the evening together; Lilies flaunted in a pretty vase, you watched some kind of movie. It's been dark outside for a long time, but it seems that both of you had no plans to let each other go. And yet, you both felt the tension in the silence that you allowed to hang.

You've been waiting for this. And he knew that there would be no better moment.

«Y/N.»

«Yes?»

«Forgive me»

«For what?»

«For what I'm about to do-»

As soon as he uttered the last sentence, you felt his hands on your shoulders, and he left a light, almost weightless kiss on your lips. It was so funny and embarrassing for you at the same time. Osamu looked at you for a while before hugging you to him and burying his face in your hair.

«You're all I need. You're all I can ask for.»

He muttered softly. After a couple of minutes of hugging, you finally did what you wanted — interrupted his speech and pulled him into a real kiss... But don't think he gave up on you so easily. No way. He's going to take matters into his own hands anyway...

But that day was what divided your life into before and after.

In a good way.

|P.S I think I wrote too much (( I have such a writing style, I hope you liked the headcannons mixed with drabbles. Thanks for reading! I hope I will release some more works. 𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ |

₊˚⊹ᰔ Valentine's day! ˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

𐙚Synopsis: Valentine's day special!; 𐙚Pairing: fem!reader×dazai osamu&chuuya nakahara (separately) 𐙚Contain: headcanons, drabbles (?), sfw+nsfw, comfort, MDNI, hint of sex, rough sex, gentle sex, stimulation, oral sex, fingering, aftercare; 𐙚Author's note: (died after what is written above💀)... I tried to write this, but I don't know how well I did it. So... Once again, happy Valentine's Day to everyone! I'm a little late with this (っ- ‸ - ς)

DAZAI

•THIS MAN ADORES YOU

•Considering that in the past he had a great, great experience of various communication (and obviously not only) with girls, you are the luckiest in the world (or maybe not ...)

•Dazai is a man of different moods. You never know what will come over him at the most random moment. You even jokingly call him "Mr. Mystery," and he takes it as a compliment.

•He ALWAYS gives you gifts. Regardless of the situation. Regardless of whether it's a holiday today or not. Regardless OF WHETHER HE EVEN HAS MONEY (bruh, we all know that he has it; a former member of the Port Mafia without money? nope)

•His presents on ordinary days can be very diverse. But on holidays, he takes a particularly responsible approach to choosing gifts.

•Valentine's Day? RUN. HE WON'T LET YOU GO ALL DAY.

•He belongs to the type of men who like to do everything for show. HE BREAKS INTO THE AGENCY AND GRABS YOU, HUGGING YOU LIKE A PLUSH TOY

•You literally have to HIDE MONEY FROM HIM so that he doesn't buy up ALL THE FLOWERS IN THIS CITY.

•But it still doesn't help; HE STILL COMES WITH A HUGE BOUQUET, SMIRKING SMUGLY

•Usually he gives you white lilies, sometimes he can afford to buy roses or chrysanthemumsIn addition to flowers, you receive from him a gentle kiss on the cheek / forehead and a box of interesting sweets that you have never tasted

•Able to stay at home on holidays when you go to work. AND ALL JUST SO THAT IN A COUPLE OF HOURS HE COULD SPECTACULARLY APPEAR ON THE DOORSTEP OF THE AGENCY AND GIVE YOU A GIFT

•At such moments, he comes in a fashionable suit for a spectacular appearance

•You're always embarrassed, but he doesn't seem to care at all; JUST HAVE TIME TO ASK HIM NOT TO KISS YOU IN FRONT OF OTHERS, OH, HE'LL DO IT (just an idiot, what kind of man...)

•On February 14th, he congratulates you in the morning; if he is not a lazy ass, he can cook you a delicious breakfast, for example, toast, inside of which a heart is neatly cut out and fried eggs are filled it

•He tries to do everything for you as on ordinary days, and on this holiday (he just becomes even more clingy and cute)

•He will be too lazy to make you a valentine, but since everyone knows that you are a couple, everyone will congratulate you on the holiday, and Osamu will just (as mentioned earlier) give you a bouquet of flowers and sweets.

NSFW

•TURNS INTO A PERVERT AT 0:00 (okay, he always was and always will be)

•He will definitely go to the lingerie store, choose the most DEPRAVED UNDERWEAR (it will be open lace or something that will cover only the crotch and nipples)

•He'll give it to you in the evening

•No matter how embarrassed you are, trust me, he'll find a way to get you to wear it.

•When you find yourself in this depraved outfit, he will admire you for a long time until he finally breaks down

•There are two options for the outcome of events: HE WILL FUCK YOU OFF SO THAT YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO WALK FOR SEVERAL DAYS (not funny, it really is)

•Or it will be too, too gentle, will make everything carefully and too pleasant for you

•It all depends on his mood and the degree of excitement! Well, or for how many days have you refused his requests

•Anyway, in the end, he'll clean everything up, put you to bed, and fall asleep with you, cuddling you against him.

CHUUYA

•Loves and protects you like a diamond

•Grateful to you for everything, especially for being with him despite his dangerous work

•Does everything for you, just like for his favorite doll and princess

•He'll start congratulating you in the morning

•If it's a day off, you go to a nice restaurant where he will order you the most delicious dishes, a glass of wine and a dessert in the shape of a heart

•If it's a working day, he'll apologize for being busy and try to make you breakfast. If he doesn't make it, he'll at least order you something.

•GIVES YOU A LOT OF FLOWERS

•I SWEAR THESE ARE THE BIGGEST BOUQUETS IN ALL OF YOKOHAMA.

•These can be either burgundy, blood roses, or the most delicate and light flowers

•In addition, he will either leave you his credit card with a lot of money so that you can buy everything you want, or he will go shopping with you; If you can't go yourself, he will definitely find out what you want and buy it himself

•You like different shoes (almost all your shoes are heels)

•Therefore,he never skimp on buying you another pair (the HUNDREDTH PAIR)

•He even bought you a separate closet for your shoes.

•He's definitely not giving CHEAP shoes.

•They all cost as much as the agency's budget; on Valentine's Day he will give you something in this style; hearts and red!

•He will buy your favorite wine or open something from his collection

•At work, during a break, he will try to make you an origami heart, something like a valentine

•He'll leave work early to spend more time with you

NSFW

•GET READY.

•He'll kiss every inch of your body

•He will leave bites and hickeys on your neck, thighs, chest, even your stomach

•He'll really enjoy your moans

•He'll be very gentle, unless you ask him to be rude.

•He will do everything slowly and carefully, as if he is afraid that he might harm you.

•You're like a fragile doll in his arms.

•Passionate, sensual kisses are provided for you

•He knows how to please you, so he will use his tongue and fingers

•He will torment you slowly, pressing you against his back, while he gently massages your clit, listening to you whimper

•He enjoys the feeling of you trembling from his touch

•He will tease you and push you to the limit, and then stop abruptly; but it won't last long, and he will give you your sweet release

•Will make you cum first from his fingers and then from his tongue

•He will make sure that he has prepared you well by slowly inserting and removing two fingers from your wet hole

•He'll fuck you very gently

•If you don't ask him for anything, then yes; but if you ask him to be rougher, he will squeeze you into the mattress, face into the pillow, when he fucks you hellishly fast

•After any option, he will do everything necessary for you and him, and then you will fall asleep in an embrace

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 🥂🥡 . dysania

﹙dysania﹚🥂🥡 soukoku — bungou stray dogs. ⟶ current canon ; fluff.

WC: 1034

― dazai stirred. blinking away the sleepiness that clung to his mind and yawning widely, his gaze began at the wall and wandered up to the closest splash of color; a printed polaroid of him and his boyfriend, or, as the world knew him, his partner in crime. a tired smile spread across the man's lips at the picture, it was blurred and the faces within it weren't completely clear; that just gave it all the more meaning of memory.

the boyfriend (or, partner in crime) in question, chuya, was still fast asleep— the slightly older man had never been an early riser. he was clinging tightly to dazai as he remained deep in his slumber, his short arms wrapped around the taller's waist as if he'd disappear if he let go. his abnormally bright ginger hair framed his face like delicate veins of a leaf, highlighting his feminine, delicate features. well, dazai wouldn't describe him as abnormal. personally speaking, he found chuya's unique complexion rather beautiful. that was the first thing that had attracted him to the other— his visible difference, and.. his lack of outward insecurity about it. although there had been times where chuya had faulted himself and broken down in dazai's arms because of how he inwardly viewed himself, on the outside and to the public, he didn't give two shits whether his hair was bright or dark.

'after all, barely anyone really has naturally dark hair.' dazai would always think, whenever he awed chuya for his confidence. 'some people just care more than others do.'

dazai averted his gaze to the ceiling as far as he could, before letting out a soft sigh and turning his body to face his smaller partner. chuya was still peacefully asleep, his chest rising and falling evenly with each slow breath. although he moved and murmured occasionally, his arms still remained firmly around dazai's waist, giving him no route of escape. the younger man rolled his eyes with a quiet chuckle, and he moved closer to give his sleeping boyfriend a chaste kiss on his forehead. chuya stirred at the contact, rising closer to the surface of alertness.

"chuya," dazai whispered softly, lifting a hand and gently running it through the man's smooth ginger locks. "it's time to wake up, sweetheart. the sun has risen."

the sun had indeed begun its ascent into the sky, illuminating the horizon with a golden wash. the cherry trees outside the apartment building claimed the light as their own, casting a gentle komorebi through the window and onto the two partners. dazai's face glowed with the early sunlight, his eyes sparkling slightly as they reopened after each blink.

"chuya," dazai said again, a little louder this time. "come on, silly, you need to get up now."

chuya murmured something indistinct, shifting in his position before giving dazai's waist a gentle squeeze, indicating he was awake.

"good morning," dazai chuckled, threading his hands through the smaller man's hair. "someone doesn't want to get up, huh?"

the ginger let out a soft huff, shaking his head and burying his face in dazai's chest. his head rested in the crook of the taller man's neck, his hair nestling under his chin.

dazai chuckled, running his hand down chuya's neck and beginning to gently massage his shoulders. "i take that as a no."

chuya mumbled incoherently, his small body physically relaxing at the feeling of dazai's hands kneading into his tense muscles. he let out a sigh of relief against the taller's chest, still clinging tightly to his waist.

"you know, i think there's a word for what you're feeling right now," dazai said softly. "dysania. have you ever heard of it?"

chuya slowly shook his head, exhaling tiredly and closing his eyes.

"it's a term that you use for someone who struggles to wake up in the morning," dazai continued, chuckling. "and that's you, isn't it? you never get up early enough."

the ginger groaned in annoyance and lightly hit dazai's arm, huffing and lifting his head up. he looked at dazai from below, his blue eyes glinting in the morning sunlight and his hair falling around his face like a frame.

"i'm not that bad," he mumbled, scowling.

"you are," dazai insisted, laughing quietly. "you don't get up until, like, ten every day. if i didn't force you out of bed in the mornings you'd sleep forever."

"well, maybe i want to sleep forever," chuya huffed.

"no, don't," dazai shook his head. "i'd never get to talk to you again."

chuya paused in contemplation. "oh. i didn't think about that. whatever." with a shrug, he leaned his forehead against dazai's collarbone again, his eyes beginning to fall closed a second time.

"chuya, i already had to wake you up once," dazai warned playfully. "do i need to pick you up to keep you awake?"

"no," chuya groaned. "don't pick me up, you know i hate it."

"you're like a cat," dazai teased, beginning to run his hands across the smaller's sides. "you hate being picked up, you love being cuddled, and you purr."

"i don't purr!" chuya lifted his head, frowning indignantly.

"yes you do!" dazai argued back, laughing. "you do purr when you're happy, especially when we cuddle. just not in the mornings, you're always too tired."

"you're so mean to me," chuya huffed, nuzzling his body against the taller's.

"it's only because i love you," dazai smiled, leaning his face against chuya's hair and breathing in his scent. 

"i love you too," chuya mumbled, his eyelids fluttering shut as he fell asleep once again.

dazai noticed his boyfriend had succumbed to his slumber, and chuckled. it was predictable and always likely; only this time he let him rest. in fairness to the ginger, he had overworked too often and dazai knew he would do the same if he were in his shoes.

the younger man laid on his back with his partner lying against his chest, his hands subconsciously running through the other's ginger locks. it was quiet, the only sounds being the chirping of larks and morning birds in the distance, the gentle breeze flying through the blossoms of the sakura, and chuya's even, slow breath.

in the moment, it was peaceful. no matter how strong dysania clung.

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 🥂🥡 . sky high

﹙sky high﹚🥂🥡 soukoku — bungou stray dogs. ⟶ current canon ; fluff. ☆ ; mentions drugs.

WC: 884

― "okay, let's get you another glass of water," dazai said with a soft chuckle, hopping up and sitting on the edge of the counter next to his partner with a half-filled glass in his hand. his partner, chuya, had been mindlessly giggling and flirting with dazai all evening, after the latter had found half-smoked drugs on the floor near the counter.

the smaller man looked up at dazai as he sat next to him, his pupils dilated and his eyes sparkling as he laughed.

"but i don't want water," he slurred. "water's gross.."

without giving dazai any warning, he flopped into his lap, his head resting against his thighs. he gazed up at the taller man, his hair falling around him and framing his sickly-looking face.

"i know it's gross," dazai chuckled, playing along with the drugged man. "but unless you want to crash and feel the effects worse than you will, you need to drink. come on."

chuya raised a hand up, holding dazai's cheek and rubbing his thumb against his skin.

"you're so pretty.." he murmured. "you're, like.. gorgeous.. like a god."

dazai's face warmed slightly as a faint blush formed on his cheeks, and he exhaled a laugh.

"why, thank you," the brunette replied. "you're quite handsome yourself."

chuya gave an open smile, his dilated pupils widening slightly.

"oh my god.. we should get married," he suddenly declared, sitting up in dazai's lap and looking at him seriously. "you wanna get married? let's get married!"

"woah, woah, slow down there, sweetheart," dazai laughed, holding chuya's face in his hands. "we can't just get married like that."

"yes we can! let's get married!" chuya exclaimed, wriggling out of dazai's hold and flopping onto the floor. he scrambled to his feet, desperately searching for something.

"you can't marry me without getting engaged to me first, chuya," dazai called out, laughing.

"then i'm gonna engage ya!" chuya yelled back, fumbling in his pockets before shouting in triumph and holding up a can tab. "gotcha!"

"you really aren't going to propose to me with a can tab, are you?" dazai grinned, unable to hold back his laughter.

"yes, i am!" chuya huffed, clumsily climbing back onto the counter and sitting on his knees in front of dazai. "and it's a ring, not a can tab!"

"it's a can tab, darling," dazai chuckled.

"no it's not!" chuya insisted. "samu, my boyfie, will you engage me?"

dazai laughed at the struggled wording and the slurred speech, running a hand through chuya's messy ginger locks.

"yes, i will engage you. but the right term is marry," he said, smiling. "hear that? marry."

"then will you marry me?" chuya asked.

"yes, i will," dazai grinned.

"okay, good," chuya huffed. "now, gimme your hand," the ginger demanded, taking dazai's hand and pulling it towards his face.

the smaller man stuck his tongue out in concentration, narrowing his eyes as he carefully slid the can tab onto dazai's ring finger.

"there!" he exclaimed once he had finished, beaming triumphantly. "now we're married! and we're gonna have a wedding, and cake, and confetti and tuxedos!"

"yes, yes, we are indeed," dazai chuckled, patting chuya's head. inwardly, his boyfriend's demeanor reminded him of an excitable young child; something neither of them really got to be. it was.. endearing, to say the least.

chuya giggled excitedly, moving closer and latching on to dazai's waist.

"my husband," he hummed. "mine."

"yes, i am yours," dazai smiled, rubbing his hand up and down chuya's arm in an affectionate manner. "and i'm your fiancé, chuya, not your husband. not yet."

"fi-what-sé?" chuya murmured, looking back up at dazai with half-open eyes.

"fiancé. in the middle of boyfriend and married," dazai explained with a chuckle. "you get it? fiancé."

"fiancé," chuya repeated slowly. "huh.. that has a nice ring to it."

"it does, doesn't it?" dazai smiled. "you're my fiancé."

"well, you're my fiancé," chuya huffed.

"okay, okay, darling, you win," dazai exhaled a laugh, tucking chuya's hair behind his ear as the smaller man nuzzled against him.

"good. i always win," chuya said quietly.

at the sudden softness of his partner's tone, dazai looked down in concern, his smile turning into a worried frown. he lifted chuya's head in his hands, tilting his chin to get a better view of his face. the ginger's face had grown ghostly pale, his eyes were barely open and he overall looked sick. dazai could only assume the high of the man's drugs were wearing off now, and he would begin to feel the after effects.

"chuya, dear.." he said softly. "are you feeling alright?"

chuya murmured incoherently, shaking his head slightly.

"what's wrong, darling? what feels bad?" dazai asked, wrapping his arms around the other's waist and pulling him into his lap.

chuya just made a soft noise, collapsing against dazai's chest and passing out cold. at first dazai felt a jolt of panic through his body, but at the realization that chuya was just resting from exhaustion, he exhaled a breath of relief and just held him close. he rubbed gentle circles on the ginger's back, his other hand loosely around his waist to hold him in place. he rested his chin on the smaller man's head, resting his eyes and letting his own eyelids fall shut for a moment.

chuya was coming down now, but it wasn't all bad when he was sky high. at least for dazai, anyway.

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birthday gifts ...

☆ soukoku - chuya x dazai (16 era) . ☆ dazai remembers chuya's birthday .

— birthdays were never really considered important within the port mafia. of course, that was nothing more than expectation from the most heinous, infamous criminal organization in yokohama.

but when chuya didn't even receive a message or positive word on his special day, it hurt. more than he expected it to.

he had returned to his small lodging after a deadbeat day filled with a whole lot of nothing, flopping face-first onto his unmade bed with an exhale. the entire place was silent, save for the footsteps and muffled voices of others next door and outside.

the teenager jolted in surprise and whipped around to face his door when he heard the knob turn and a key fumble in the padlock. once the door swung open, his eyes sparkled slightly in surprise as he noticed who had entered.

"hey, birthday boy! i brought you some presents!" cheered dazai, the marginally younger teenager bursting into the room with two bags in-hand.

chuya didn't say a word in reply, instead leapt from his bed and wrapped his arms around his partner's neck and squeezed him tightly. burying his face in the brunette's shoulder, he closed his eyes as tears forced their way through and trailed down his pale face.

"hey.." dazai's voice went quiet in concern, as he set the bags aside and held chuya gently by the waist. "what's going on?"

chuya hitched a breath before replying, trying his best to remain coherent.

"you remembered my birthday.." he murmured shakily. "thank you.."

after hearing the other's sorrowful gratitude, dazai's heart broke a little.

"did nobody else remember?" he asked quietly.

chuya shook his head against dazai's shoulder, sniffling.

"nobody even spoke to me. nobody cared," he mumbled, his voice wavering.

"oh, chu.." dazai mumbled, placing a soft kiss to the ginger's crown. "it's okay, i remembered. i would never forget your special day."

"thank you.." chuya whispered, fighting back a sob.

"shh, shh.." dazai hushed the teenager gently, rocking him back and forth as the two stood there in the doorway. the pair were still for a few moments in comfortable silence, until dazai gave a playful ruffle to chuya's ginger locks.

"d'you wanna open your presents, birthday boy?" he asked, smiling. once he saw chuya's shy nod, his smile grew to an excited grin.

"perfect!" he beamed, grabbing the two bags from the floor and dropping them carefully onto chuya's bed, dragging the other in the same direction. once the two had made themselves comfortable, dazai gave chuya the first bag.

"open it, open it, open it!" he giggled excitedly, watching as the teenager retrieved and unwrapped a small box.

within the previously brightly-wrapped box was a silver necklace; its pendant a golden crescent moon.

"i know you like looking at the moon sometimes when it's dark out," dazai grinned. "so now you can look at it all the time."

chuya lifted the necklace out of its case and gazed at it in awe, his bright blue eyes glinting with happiness.

"'samu.." he mumbled. "it's so pretty.."

dazai tilted his head as he smiled.

"d'you wanna put it on?" the brunette asked excitedly, clapping his hands together as he received a little nod from the other.

"okay, okay, here! i'll help!" he reached forward for the necklace, carefully buckling the clasp behind chuya's neck. he watched as the pendant hung from its chain against the ginger's shirt, his own eyes sparkling.

"it looks so nice on you.." he mumbled, before quickly shaking his head. "okay, next one, next one!"

"alright, alright," chuya laughed softly, taking a much larger box out of the second bag. he carefully unwrapped it and gasped quietly in surprise.

dazai practically held his breath as he smiled, his eyes wide with anticipation.

the second gift was a soft teddy bear with plush fur, a bandage wrapped around an eye similar to dazai's own, and a stitched red heart on its chest. chuya held it in his lap, looking at it in surprise.

"look, chu, press the paw," dazai prompted, pointing to the bear's left paw. once chuya did as dazai requested, the stitched heart on the stuffie's chest emitted a soft glow.

"i also know that you don't like going to sleep when it's, y'know, super dark, so i got you that so you can turn the light on when you go to bed," dazai spoke softly now, cherishing the precious moment. "and i added a bandage so it reminds you of me," he added humorously.

chuya exhaled a quiet laugh, hugging the bear close to his chest.

"thank you, 'samu.. i love it," he mumbled. "it's soft and cuddly."

"just like you, then," dazai giggled, leaning forward to peck chuya's nose affectionately. "i hope this made your birthday a little better."

chuya nodded quickly, returning dazai's affectionate gesture before pulling the brunette to lie beside him on his bed.

"happy birthday, chu," dazai murmured, smiling. "i love you."

"i love you too, 'samu," chuya returned, cuddling his partner and nestling his head in the crook of his neck. "thank you for making my birthday special."

"a special birthday for a special boy," dazai whispered.

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