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FOREVER AND ALWAYS

WARNINGS. sanemi shinazugawa x gn!reader, 0.6k words, fluff, au where everyone lives after the final battle (including y/n) so no spoilers

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“daddy! daddy, look! i’m flying like a bird!”

“my airplane can fly better. dad, look at this!”

your hand reached for the knife by your side as someone yelled beside you, “look at the two of you go! i’m watching, i promise.”

“hmm, if i had to say, you’re not watching at all, sanemi.”

“genya and tokito are handling them fine. while they’re busy, i get to spend time with my partner.”

partner— the name sanemi called you still felt unfamiliar to your ears. 5 years ago, you thought the two of you would never be anything beyond friends. but during the final fight with muzan, you couldn’t help but confess. you thought it’d be your last few minutes alive, so, bleeding out on the floor, the two of you confessed your love for one another. more importantly…

“what if… what if we both lived long enough to see a world without demons?”

sanemi answered, “that’s simple. i would have married you in an instant, y/n.”

“then marry me when i meet you again. when you pass, in some decades, find me in the afterlife and marry me. i’ll still love you, sanemi. always and forever.”

although he promised to marry you in the afterlife, there was no need because the two of you survived. you remembered waking up in the butterfly estate, body sore despite the months you were asleep and left to recover

sanemi had already risen a month before and had been anticipating your awakening. the moment he heard, the former wind hashira had run straight for the room you rested in. and despite how irrational it was, and corny in his eyes, he told you he’d marry you as soon as you were able to leave.

albeit heavily injured, all the hashira had miraculously survived to see a world without demons. the demon corps disbanded, and sanemi decided to move with you into a house closer to town. 

a few months passed and the two of you had exchanged your vows. then nearly 2 years later, the two of you were welcoming your first child into the world. your eldest was a boy who took most of your husband’s features, and your second child was a girl that looked like an even mix of you and sanemi.

both children, as much as they loved you, had favored your husband. they often nagged him and were attached to his hip. you always found it endearing and were more than happy to watch them cling to your husband. your son often hung from his arm, and your daughter hugged sanemi’s leg as he walked towards you, signaling for help.

“we best appreciate their clinginess while we can. they’ll grow up before we know it.”

the white-haired man hummed, snaking his arms around your waist, “yeah, but they always cut our time short. we’ll be too old before we know it.”

your eyes traveled down to your hand. the hand that once wielded a nichirin blade now held a kitchen knife, and instead of slaying demons, the only thing you had to cut was meat and vegetables. you adjusted your grip and began to cut some carrots.

“that’s how it goes, babe. isn’t it crazy to think it’s been 5 years since everything?”

“i guess, yeah. i’m more surprised that we all survived it,” his grip loosened. sanemi did not say it, but you knew he was referring to you.

“well, let us be glad that we’re here,” you placed the knife down and turned around to face him. you brought your arms around his neck and let your hands hang loose while sanemi placed his hands on your waist. “i love you, sanemi shinazugawa.”

the two of you were now living happily. all the hard training, the heartbreak, the struggles— all of it led to now. sanemi’s eyes briefly traveled to your children, who were now being carried on genya and muichiro’s backs with smiles on their faces.

you heard the children laughing before his lips met yours softly, “i love you, y/n l/n. forever and always.”

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ALWAYS AND FOREVER

WARNINGS. sanemi shinazugawa x gn!reader, 0.6k words, angst, character death, blood, inspired by a certain something..

NAVI | KNY MASTERLIST | PT.2

“you’re so mean, sanemi.”

you lay in a pool of blood, crimson spreading from your chest to the floor around you. the liquid, soaking your clothes and staining them dark, also soaked the white-haired man’s tattered uniform. you looked up at him as he held your weak form.

he was crying, you noticed. his pretty face stained with tears that you never expected him to shed. ever since the day you met, you knew sanemi was strong. he could fight— something you weren’t always good at, but he excelled at. and when you both lost the familiar face of a friend, he did not cry like you would. so seeing him like this, salty tears falling from his eyes and dropping onto your cheeks, only made you cry further.

you loved sanemi shinazugawa; it was a truth you had been aware of for years. even when you lost your family, even when you decided to follow in his steps and take on demon-slaying, even when he treated you coldly, and even now, bleeding out on the floor of an unfamiliar castle, you loved him.

when sanemi first figured out that you were training to be a demon slayer, he yelled at you. it was the first time he ever did so. the two of you stood a few feet apart in the home you shared, genya quietly peeking into the room when sanemi cursed you out for your decision.

but you loved him, so you stood there, hands squeezing your kimono, as you took on his verbal slaughter. again and again, every discouragement of his reached your ears and brought you to tears. even as you cried alone in your room, his words repeating in your mind, you loved him because deep inside, you were sure the sanemi you knew was still there.

“you’re so mean,” you repeated. “y-you said you didn’t care for me anymore, you liar.”

“i lied,” he held your cheek softly, gritting his teeth. “you were supposed to stay away from demons, not go and chase them. don’t die on me, y/n! you can’t die before i do!”

you sobbed as you mustered enough strength to raise your hand. your fingers brushed the mark on his face before you wiped some of his tears away. sanemi moved the hand that held your cheek so he could press your fingers against his face.

“you were supposed to live, no matter what. even if i died, at least you would survive.”

“and what if we both lived? what if… what if we both lived long enough to see a world without demons?”

sanemi answered, “that’s simple. i would have married you in an instant, y/n.”

you could no longer feel your legs. the image of a future that would never occur flashed in your mind. a life in which sanemi was your husband, doting on your shared child as you watched them lovingly. oh, how you would abandon everything just for that to happen.

“then marry me when i meet you again. when you pass, in some decades, find me in the afterlife and marry me. i’ll still love you, sanemi. always and forever.”

his eyes widened, a certain numbness spreading throughout his chest. sanemi looked down at you, finally, after all this time, deciding to lean down and place his lips on yours. with your remaining energy, you kissed him back, the taste of iron and salt fresh on your tongue. and when he pulled away, sanemi hugged your body even tighter. though, you couldn’t feel the pressure.

“i love you,” he finally confessed, his words being the last you heard before you finally succumbed to an everlasting slumber.

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Dazai - 14 dialog & 13 situation :))

doomed from the start | osamu dazai x gn!reader

word count: 0.6k

content: no manga spoilers, angst, cheater dazai

navi | bsd masterlist | event (closed)

seeking for someone to love was something you were never interested in. you believed that love comes quickly to those with the patience to wait. everyone must have a partner out there somewhere, and you’d stumble across yours eventually.

when you first met osamu dazai, you didn’t think too much about him. he was good-looking, that was a given, but he was just another person in the bar you worked at. dazai also wasn’t the first man that struck conversation with you as you worked.

dazai became a regular at the bar after the day you met. hours of his week were wasted away over drinks that never seemed to get him drunk, and he didn’t seem to mind it. after spending so much time together in the shared space, you were bound to form some sort of bond. that bond, however, was something more than you expected.

you learned early on that dazai was a flirt. while you played the piano, you’d sometimes catch glimpses of dazai sitting awfully close with other customers. sometimes he’d twirl a piece of their hair, and others he’d leave a lingering touch to die for.

he was a man who had a certain charm, and he could use it well. almost too well, really. and after constantly being around someone with said charm, you couldn’t help but fall for it too.

your heart fluttered at his touch, and his sweet words were like a melody to your ears. he’d hand you a bouquet of roses to surprise you if he didn’t go into the bar that day and was there to pick you up. and as for you, you’d lay with him, hugging him close the nights he’d randomly show up at your apartment after a rough day.

things were almost too good— and that’s why you think everything came crashing down when it did.

dazai’s hands on someone else, his teeth grazing their lip ever so slightly. his coat was discarded on the floor by your feet, and when you let your presence be known, the bottoms of your shoes dirtied the tan fabric.

you ignored the shuffling of the one dazai had been with, focusing your eyes on him as they ran out of his small, cheap apartment. your hands were clenched into fists, the disbelief painted on your face.

“how long?” you asked, keeping your voice strong. “how long were you…”

dazai didn’t meet your eyes, “not long... but knowing that doesn’t matter anymore, does it?”

your teeth ground again each other, “almost 2 years osamu. 2 years- shit…! was that time not enough for you? you’ve known me for this long, and you’re pouring everything we have down the drain like this? with someone else?”

an unreadable expression crossed dazai’s face while your shoulders dropped in defeat. your anger had already subsided, and all you could feel was devastation. the passionate kisses, the comforting hugs, the fleeting moments— despite everything, dazai didn’t give his all to you.

“i know old habits die hard, so maybe i’m the fool for thinking we could make this work.” tears formed in your eyes, but you pushed them back to the best of your ability, “i’m disappointed in you, dazai, truly. ”

“y/n-“

“don’t, dazai. don’t.”

without giving him any chance to explain, you walked out of the shabby apartment. you knew you wouldn’t be able to last if you listened to him talk. that point was proven the moment you walked past the front door and into the long hallway. your tears spilled immediately, and feelings of foolishness weighed on your heart.

dazai always kept secrets from you. you hoped that one day he would open up to you, but deep down knew that the day would never come. he always swiftly avoided your attempts of learning about his past, so much so that you had given up on learning.

“it’s not important,” he’d say.

you should’ve realized that a relationship where he couldn’t tell you the truth was doomed to fail from the start.

note: while i wrote i had a whole bunch of thoughts, but I'm not so sure if i put them to words correctly (i was writing at 2am while sleepy oops). thank you so much nonnie for the request <3 i hope this is to your liking

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i love your event sm, i am a sucker for angst! how abt dazai + dialogue 8 :,)

shizukana wakare | osamu dazai x gn!reader

word count: 0.6k

content: no manga spoilers, angst

navi | bsd masterlist | event (closed)

you never completely understood him.

osamu dazai— an enigma of a man that always kept you on your toes. it was the mysterious air around him that lured you in. his coffee-brown eyes, lacking any semblance of light, guided you through the darkness. and though he led you through it, you knew you’d never escape.

you grew up in the shadows of yokohama. you stole food to get by and manipulated others to get what you needed. being alone starting from such a young age forced you to learn how to fend for yourself, even if the methods weren’t ethical.

no one else was there to teach you otherwise.

and even when you were recruited— no, forced into the port mafia, almost no one tried to change your ways. almost. there was someone. he was older than you by a couple of years and already in his 20s.

sakunosuke oda did not kill no matter the circumstances. he was a low-ranking port mafia member who was handed trifling missions. for someone in the port mafia, he was quite strange. and for an organization brimming with odd individuals, that was saying something.

he did not belong in the organization, that was easy to understand. oda deserved much more than to be in the port mafia.

oda was caring towards you. when he started to take care of a couple of children after the dragon head conflict, you were sure that it was just in his nature to try to take care of people like you, orphans who had no one else to guide them.

you knew he tried, that man. yet your soul, wallowing in despair, could only find solace in another who was in the same state. that person was dazai, the boy you met through oda.

he may bleed red, but the crimes he committed are enough to turn the blood running through his veins black. and maybe because the two of you were so similar, you couldn’t let dazai go. out of all the people you knew, he understood you the best.

and that’s why you couldn’t bear to see him leave.

you knew that growing attached to someone like him was a dangerous game, yet you couldn’t help yourself. loving dazai was a gamble of its own, and you could feel everything you bet on slipping away.

something else happened that day, the day oda died. you were hurt too, yet you knew there was another conflict within dazai’s mind. and whatever it was, you were scared of its effect. because now, a few days later, dazai was going to leave you too. you asked him to stay, but you knew all too well that it wasn’t going to happen.

“you can’t…” you held the fabric of his black jacket tightly. “i can’t live without you. please, please don’t leave me behind too.”

the alleyway was quiet, and you felt like the walls were beginning to close in. the air was slowly suffocating you as you awaited for dazai’s response, hands still tight on his jacket.

“i can’t stay in the port mafia anymore,” dazai said, his words cutting through the tension. his tone was colder than usual, you noticed. “i can’t stay, and you can’t leave. this… whatever this is, it isn’t meant to be.”

his words, short in numbers, were anything but lies. he was right, of course he was. you couldn’t imagine a life outside of the one you have now, and that’s why you couldn’t leave with him. a life of crime is all that you know, so you wouldn’t change even if you did leave with dazai.

“but even a cold-blooded killer can change,” you can hear oda’s voice ring in your ears.

you thought, ‘but not me’

your shoulders slumped in defeat, arms dropping to your sides. there was no point in holding dazai back anymore, not when he was willing to try to change. even if there was something special between the two of you, you weren’t enough for him to stay. the moments you spent in each other’s arms, or the late nights out in the city would never be enough.

you were ready to leave when dazai suddenly wrapped his long coat around your shoulders. you touched the fabric, looking up at him in surprise. although no words were spoken, you knew what he was telling you— a part of him will continue to be with you, even if he does leave.

and in the following moments as dazai walked away, the sky cried with you.

note: the title is supposed to mean silent goodbye, so if it’s wrong then uhh blame the translating website 🙈 but rylie thank you so much for requesting !! <3 i can’t use my laptop anymore sadly :(( so the uploading process is even more annoying compared to before </3

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losing game | ranpo edogawa x gn!reader

word count: 1.2k

content: no manga spoilers, angst

navi | bsd masterlist | event (closed)

you knew people always yearn for something that isn’t good for them. you’ve witnessed it before your very eyes. over and over, you watched as they chased after the momentarily satisfying moments, even if the effects would hurt. you weren’t immune to taking such actions, though you wished you were.

your feelings burdened your shoulders, so heavily that you only wished for them to wash away. to love someone is a double-edged sword, and it pierced your heart painfully so.

the armed detective agency was an organization of ability users that dealt with, for the most part, other ability users. an unsolved mystery that was keeping the nation on its toes is what led you to be partnered up with ranpo. despite his hesitance to work with you, you managed to prove yourself useful.

when ranpo wasn’t busy with other work with agency, you spent almost all your time together. you’d give him reports and evidence that was newly found, and he’d start to put the pieces of the whole puzzle together.

there were also days when the two of you would go to cafes or bakeries, the large case forgotten in your minds. you think it was those times that caused you to fall for ranpo.

he would act childish and take heavy pride in his “ability”, yet that never stopped your heart from skipping a beat in his presence. his small acts of kindness, such as protecting you from criminals during interrogations or giving you a snack when you were overworking, had always made you sure of the truth.

you love him, and it’s a shame. 

the case was eventually solved, therefore ending the working relationship that you and ranpo had formed. the final day would be during a party that celebrated the fact that the infamous case had been solved.

you stood on one of the many balconies of the building while the breeze embraced you in its cool touch. you managed to slip outside without anyone at the celebration stopping you. it was difficult, considering the number of people inside.

you were by yourself outside for a while before another presence joined you. donned in a charming suit, ranpo approached your lone figure. he held a cup of dark brown liquid that you assumed to be soda. ranpo didn’t like to drink liquor.

“what are you doing out here?” you asked.

ranpo took a sip of his soda, “i saw you walk out earlier.”

“just when i thought i could go unnoticed,” you chuckled. “nothing slips past your eyes, huh?”

silence engulfed the two of you like an itchy blanket. you tapped your foot mindlessly as the alcohol you drank flooded your body. ranpo said nothing as you drank, staring at the star-littered sky. on the other hand, your body was getting hot despite the cool weather.

you decided to speak up, “hey, ranpo?”

“yeah?” he hummed.

“after this… do you think we’ll ever get to work together again?”

you didn’t dare look at ranpo after you asked that. you could feel his gaze wander to your figure, but your eyes remained on the scenery beneath the balcony. the large garden kept your eyes fancied as you waited for a response.

“the chances are low.” your heart sunk at the harsh truth that escaped ranpo’s lips. “a case like this to work on comes very rarely. not only that, but your base of operations isn’t even in yokohama. your normally stationed hours away, so working together was unforeseen in the first place. the odds that we’d land a large-scale case like this again obviously seems almost impossible.”

every word ranpo spoke— you already knew it. you were aware that you’d probably never see him again unless the two of you take the time out of your schedules to.

once you leave yokohama and get back to your normal work, you’re sure you’ll be busy like you always were. ranpo would probably be in the same state, considering that his incredible deduction skills were needed all over the country.

your head began to pound, so you took in a deep breath and exhaled through your mouth. your fingers curled around the balcony’s railing as you gathered all the courage you had so you could face him properly.

“i have something to confess,” you faced ranpo bravely, “and i know you probably will, but i want you to be completely honest with me. please, no tricky words or phrases, or telling me code i have to decipher. i… i want to hear exactly what you have to say.”

ranpo merely hummed at your words, urging you to continue. you swallowed the saliva building in your throat before you stared him in the eyes. tension suspended in the air as ranpo waited for you to speak. but as your eyes remained on his, you couldn’t speak your truth.

your lips opened and shut as you tried to spill the truth, but all the courage you had built up dissipated. you were going to lower your head in shame until ranpo made the first move. he stepped towards you and lifted his arm. in a second, your eyes were covered by his hand.

“if you can’t look at me, then don’t.”

your heart swelled at his gesture. ranpo’s free hand held your shoulder, his body close to yours. it was odd, really. the one that caused you to be nervous was also the reason you were able to calm down.

“ranpo, i… i love you.”

a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders when you confessed to him. though he didn’t respond yet, you knew the relief was short-lived. you were afraid of what was going to come next.

“y/n… i can’t return those feelings.” and there it was. “you’re a good colleague, a good friend, but that’s all you are to me.”

“yeah,” you took the hand that covered your eyes and slowly dropped it to your sides, “i guessed so. i don’t think you would fall for someone like me in such time.”

defeat was etched into your features. you expected it, of course you did, but hearing the words hurt deeper than you thought. you turned your head away from him. you swallowed back any incoming tears you felt coming your way.

“ah, well i hope you at least know that spending time with you made me happy.”

you sent him another glance before you attempted to rush away. you were going to go back inside to the party of people if it weren’t for ranpo’s hand catching your arm.

“you have something else to say.”

“no i don’t,” you denied.

his grip loosened, “you do.”

“i…” your lips parted as you couldn’t help but admit, “ it’s just… it’s twisted in a way. i never stood a chance the moment i realized i fell for you. i know that now, i do. your confident smile, your boisterous laugh— i love it. i love you, ranpo, and that’s why this is a losing game. you can’t return the love i have for you, and i can’t ask you to.”

ranpo watched as your eyes began to glisten beneath the moonlight. and when those tears finally began to spill, you were quick to wipe them away. it was stupid, you thought. you didn’t want to cry in front of him, yet your tears kept coming.

as you cried, ranpo gently pushed your head to his chest. you gripped the ends of his suit jacket as you quietly sobbed, pushing your head further into his clothing.

people always yearn for something that isn’t good for them. and for you, it was a love that could never be returned in full.

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hope you having a nice day ^^ May I request tecchou, chuuya and Aku when they have a nightmare? You can write whatever you want like, s/o wakes them up or they wake s/o for a hug

hi hi, i’ve done these hcs in two separate posts !! ty for requesting and your patience as well 🙏🏻

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they have nightmares about you headcanons pt.2

featuring...! chuuya nakahara, ryunosuke akutagawa & sigma

content: no manga spoilers, comfort

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CHUUYA NAKAHARA

• you were cheating on him in his nightmare

• the day seemed to be going normal for chuuya. he left work to come home to something that was anything but normal. another pair of shoes were at the door- a guy’s shoes. that’s when everything turned upside down

• he hurried into your shared home when he found another guy’s hands all over you. and it wasn’t just anyone, not to chuuya. his former brown-haired partner separated his lips from yours before he sent chuuya a smug grin

• meanwhile, you could only look at chuuya sadly before looking back at dazai. it broke his heart to see you just wrap your arms around dazai a bit tighter, not daring to defend yourself

“hm, seems he came back a bit sooner than we thought, huh?” dazai hummed.

“shut up,” you murmured, “you’re the one who lost track of time.”

• when he woke up, that sense of being betrayed hit chuuya hard. his heart raced as he turned his body around to look at you, who was just innocently sleeping

• he knew you’d never do such a thing, but dazai’s grin was taunting him in his head. and as if you could sense his troubles, you began to wake up. you tiredly rubbed your eyes as you looked at chuuya, who seemed spooked

“hey,” you asked, concerned, “what’s wrong? you look hurt…”

“my mind was messing with me, that’s all.”

you watched as chuuya tried to play it off, but it wasn’t working. you were no fool. you were the most perceptive out of the port mafia executives, so no one could hide anything from you, especially not your boyfriend.

“you look a bit paler than usual, chuuya. sweat’s dribbling down the side of your head as well. tell me what happened. i’m all ears.”

• once you’ve heard everything, chuuya feels embarrassed. you joined the port mafia after dazai left, so you don’t even know the guy

• not only that, he was both frustrated and upset that you had the audacity to cheat on him with dazai of all people in his nightmare. trust and loyalty are qualities chuuya holds dear, and you happened to break them

• you laugh it off before telling him that it’s normal to feel that way. you continue to comfort him and once he feels better about it all, chuuya holds you close. his arms are wrapped around your waist as the two of you fall asleep again

• this time, he finally gets to punch dazai in the face (yes he is happy, even if it’s a dream)

RYUNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA

• you were kidnapped in front of his eyes in his nightmare

• nothing scares this man more than having something important slip out of his grasp. in this scenario, you were taken away from him by a group that was fighting with the port mafia. not only that, but he never seen you ever since

• when he wakes up, although he knows it’s a nightmare, there is still a heavy sense of unease in his body. akutagawa would feel short of breath, grasping at his shirt to calm down

• but when he sees that you aren’t in bed with him, he’s alarmed and finds himself rushing out of bed. he looks around the bedroom, the bathroom, the living room. when he finds you in the kitchen, he’s more relieved than he thought he’d be

“ryu?” you greet your lover in shock. cold sweat dribbled down the side of his face as he heaved, letting out a cough as you stepped closer.

it was almost 3 in the morning, and you were only up because you had the sudden urge to use the bathroom and get yourself some water.

“what’s wrong? tell me.”

• i see him as the type to just pretend nothing is wrong, meaning he’d say he’s fine and try to head back to the bedroom. you are faster to act, however, meaning that he wasn’t going anywhere without telling you what happened

• he’d react rather harshly, probably smacking your hand away by reflex if you tried to get a hold of him. though, he’d quickly apologize because he knows it’s wrong of him to do that

• getting akutagawa to confess will take persistence from you. he’s stubborn, so getting him to change his mind wouldn’t be so easy

• but once you get him to tell you everything, akutagawa feels a sense of relief. hold him close and tell him you won’t leave him because i feel like akutagawa would need that the most at the moment :((

SIGMA

• you ended up using sigma in his nightmare

• by organization after organization, sigma was always being used. although you wouldn’t dare to do the same, his nightmare led him to believe you did

• sigma was walking himself towards his office, knowing who was inside. but before he entered, he could hear your voice as you spoke with fyodor and nikolai

“oh, he’s wrapped around my little finger like the fool he is,” you laughed. “a desperate man who can’t remember things of his past is nothing. he’ll do anything i ask for specifically, so proceed with the plan.”

• hearing that come from you had broken his heart. he awoke with a loud gasp, and his movement managed to wake you up as well. his hands were buried in his uneven layers of hair, grasping them so tightly you were afraid they may fall off

• you have to pull his hands away before you ask what’s wrong. and when you do, sigma lowers his head in shame. he probably thinks it’s wrong for him to even imagine you doing that, even if that dream was out of his control

“it’s nothing, y/n,” sigma reassured you. “my mind is playing games, i know you wouldn’t do that.”

• sigma may say that, but it doesn’t stop the fear from being instilled into his veins. what if you do end up using him? what if he just becomes another pawn in someone else’s game? sigma hates to think that way, but he can’t help it

• in need to calm down, sigma would probably go outside for fresh air. let’s be honest, the casino man definitely has a balcony connected to his room

• when you join him, sigma is already staring at the night sky. it’s also probably cold, so bringing a little blanket over your shoulders wouldn’t hurt

• he’d probably ask what you’re doing outside with him, or tell you that you should go back to sleep. he doesn’t want to trouble you further, but we all know it doesn’t matter

“nothing’s going to be resolved if you don’t tell me what’s wrong,” you honestly told sigma. “if it’s about that dream… i hope you know i would never do anything like that.”

a flash of hesitation is seen on sigma’s face, and he lets out a quiet sigh, “what if you leave? what if… what if this is a dream? what happens when we wake up to reality?”

you stared at him in surprise, “you need to wake up. this, me and you, is reality.”

using the blanket you brought with you, you also wrap it around sigma before pulling him into an unexpected embrace. the dual-haired man grabs your waist on reflex, and the two of you stand like that for a while.

eventually, you take his hand and place it over your chest. beneath his slim fingers, sigma can feel the beating of your heart. his lips part at its quickened pace.

“my heart genuinely beats for you, sigma. please, don’t doubt it. the last thing i’d ever do is try to use you.”

• and that’s all it takes for sigma to lose it. crying or not, he hugs you like it’s your last :((

note: PART TWO DONE!!! i don't like it but yeah.. also the bullet format is different so it’s easier to post my stuff to wattpad 😗

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late night distraction | osamu dazai x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

content: no manga spoilers, suggestive, we making out w dazai because yes, my writing is also bad rn so... ew

navi | bsd masterlist

working at the armed detective agency had its ups and downs. since you were young, you’ve had the dream of becoming a police officer to help others. though, the discovery of your ability as a teenager had derailed that idea.

you thought it could only be used through the means of violence, leading you towards a path of destruction. you were wrong, however. all it took was a single encounter with yukuchi fukuzawa to control your ability and make you think otherwise.

now, you weren’t working under the police force, but instead working alongside them as a detective. and as much as you were joyed to help others, the aftermath of doing such was what you hated the most.

one pile after another— there was always paperwork to be done. after the closing of a large case, you were left to read through the paperwork and sign any documents that needed your signature.

even after almost everyone left, you stayed behind to finish. if you finished tonight, there would be less of a hassle for you tomorrow. hence, sitting at your desk in a hunched posture, you read away.

you didn’t know how long you had been at it when the door to the agency’s doctor’s, akiko yosano, office clicked open. you looked up to see a familiar mess of brown hair. osamu dazai peaked at you through his bangs, his lips parted.

“still not done?”

surprised to see him, you ignored his question, “wait, i thought you left already. what are you doing here?”

your hands still held a few papers as dazai replied, “i was merely waiting for you, bella. who would’ve thought dr. yosano’s tools were so interesting.”

dazai made his way behind your chair before he placed his large hands on your shoulders. he massaged them, applying rather soothing pressure. you relaxed in your spot, the papers slipping from your hands onto the desk.

“dazai,” you whined.

“feels much better than doing paperwork, hm?” he pressed the tips of his fingers harder onto your shoulders. “c’mon, take a break from that and finish tomorrow. i’m hungry~”

“you can go home right now if you want. i’m not going to stop you and make you wait for me, you know.”

“and leave a maiden like you alone? oh, i would never.”

knowing that he would stay true to his word, you tried to pick up the pace when it came to reading and signing the documents. your eyes would scan a piece of paper as quickly as possible before you flipped it over to look at the other side. once you finished with one paper, you grabbed another. a cycle of endless reading and signing was what it was.

as you worked, dazai played with a piece of origami he randomly decided to fold using a random paper from kunikda’s desk, which was behind yours. when he eventually grew bored, 30 minutes after you last spoke, the brunet bumped his chair into yours. since you just finished signing your name, the pen in your hand dragged and left a long line that reached the paper's end.

you gave dazai a hard stare, ”are you serious…?”

he spun his chair slightly before he took a glance at the paper in front of you. his expression remained neutral as he replied, “hm? the line gives our signature more flare! always look at things from a better point of view. have you not been told that before? tsk tsk.”

dazai’s tone made it seem as if he was teaching a child a valuable lesson but, you were not a child. instead, you were his senior at the agency, despite being a year younger.

you tried to continue working, but dazai just wouldn’t leave you alone. you knew he was enjoying it based on his smile. he rubbed circles into your arm as he left a lingering kiss on your wrist.

“dazai,” you called for him in a stern tone, “don’t start that right now… right here.”

he gave you a daring smile, “why not? no one else is around, mi amor. tell me, who’s gonna scold me for giving you a simple kiss on the wrist?”

a simple kiss on the wrist? oh, you knew it’d be much more than that.

as much as your brain told you to resist, your body gave into dazai’s charming temptation. after you stood up, he pulled you closer to his chair, which he wasn’t going to get up from. one tug closer was all it took for you to be close enough for him to place his lips onto yours. as you deepened your shared kiss, you took your seat on his lap.

dazai’s hands eventually slid down to the dips of your waist, gripping them firmly before he pulled your body even closer to his. your right hand pushed his bangs, which were brushing your face, back while his vest was clenched in your left hand.

heat rushed to your body as dazai’s hands traveled even further down to your hips. he squeezed his hands slightly, and you rolled your hips up without thinking. pleasantly surprised, dazai tugged on your bottom lip using his teeth.

the two of you continued to lock lips for a while. all until the brunet commented on how your body kept sliding down his thighs. the armrests of the chair didn’t allow you to sit comfortably on his lap.

your thumb traced his jawline, “i told you this wasn’t the right place.”

dazai hummed before he replied, “when did i say that’ll stop us?”

before you could say anything back, the two of you were stumbling back toward kunikida’s desk. dazai’s tongue seductively glided across your top lip as you bumped into the desk, causing you to let out a quiet yelp. dazai’s arms caged you in your spot as you felt him begin to smile against you.

you realized the reason behind his smirk when he used his arm to swipe everything off the desk. with a knowing look, you stared at the fluttering papers and listened to pens scatter across the floor.

“he’s gonna be so pissed,” you knowingly sigh.

“oh,” dazai quickly lifted you onto the desk, “he won’t be if it’s all back on his desk the next day.”

your legs wrapped around dazai’s waist as he pulled open the top of your shirt. a few buttons fell to the ground with a clatter as you felt cool air hit the area above your chest. with his left hand, dazai held the side of your neck, using his thumb to tilt your jaw up.

his lips started at your collarbone, but the brunet eventually worked his way up to the area a few centimeters beneath your ear. you shivered when dazai’s teeth grazed the spot. and as he passionately marked your neck, your fingers had weaved their way through his brown locks and grasped them desperately.

“that feels s-so good,” you whimpered.

when he was finished, dazai smiled, “i know.”

aware of how warm it was becoming, you took dazai’s coat off for him. he made a comment on how he liked you taking initiative, and all you could tell him between kisses was, “i had a good teacher.”

your lips perfectly melded together at the moment, the excitement drumming through your veins. you were pushed down onto the desk, laying beneath the moonlight as it illuminated your figure. the sight captured dazai’s eyes, and he looked at you with a lidded gaze.

“so goddamn beautiful,” he murmured as his hands traveled up your thighs, squeezing the flesh. “made perfectly for me, weren’t you?”

your arms wrapped around dazai’s shoulders, his body hovering closely above yours, “how about you come and find out.”

and as time began to blur, the two of you eventually rushed home to finish what you started at the agency. the next day rolled by, and an enraged kunikida waited at his messy desk.

unlike what he promised, dazai left everything the way it was the night before– kunikida’s stuff was scattered everywhere. you had no protests as you watched the blond punch the other man in the head, covering your neck with your collar to avoid trouble as well.

note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR BBGIRL DAZAI !! i kinda hate this but wtv at the same time SKDJSJ i imagined it in my head, and that was much better than how i wrote it 😭 I’m gonna hide in a hole now

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lost memory | megumi fushiguro x gn!reader

word count: 0.7k

content: no manga spoilers, platonic, angst, death... your relationship with gojo is up to you

navi | jjk masterlist

he was young when you took care of him.

a little child who only had his sister left, that’s who megumi fushiguro was when you met him. he was seven years old with quite the attitude. though, the way he treated you was different than how he treated satoru gojo, your partner.

megumi found himself more inclined to stay around you. he wanted your care, and he got it every chance he had. your embrace was one of a nurturing mother’s. he didn’t think of it at first, but megumi yearned for the love that he could see in front of his very eyes.

he didn’t remember his parents, so they were long out of the picture. their faces blurred and blended in with the people he’d seen in the streets. they had left his life, so if someone had to ask the young megumi fushiguro who his parents were, the first person he thought about was you.

you, who picked him and tsumiki up after school. you, who took them out to theme parks with gojo. you, who showed up to every concert and talent show. you, who helped with their homework and projects.

the first person the young megumi fushiguro thought about was you. you, who he soon enough forgot about over the years.

after spending a little over 2 years together, you stopped visiting. no matter how much they cried or begged, gojo never said a word about it. he left the children to you, but that responsibility was passed back to him when you left.

more years passed, and megumi eventually forgot about you. it began with him thinking about you leaving every day to you never crossing his mind.

all the emotions and attachment he had with you dissipated into nothing. you became a faint memory, just like his other parents. you, who was the embrace he needed in the middle of the night, were gone.

so when he saw you again at 15 years old, all that he could exchange with you were words of small talk. you spoke to him softly with care, just as you always did, but megumi found himself only able to reply shortly.

not only did he feel awkward, but megumi pitied you. he pitied you for still caring when all he saw you as was a mere acquaintance of his past. you smiled at him, yet the pain carried by your eyes drew his attention.

the conflict in his mind only increased when he eventually heard of your passing.

you were in gojo’s class during your teen years at jujutsu high, becoming one of the closest people he was with. though, you were always sick. sometimes too sick to do missions, or too sick to even get up in the morning. it was only a matter of time until your illness got to you.

it’s why you visited him after so long, megumi figured. you knew your time was running up, so you wanted to at least see him once more. you also visited tsumiki in her hospital bed, according to gojo. but not only that, gojo always kept you updated behind their backs.

now, standing in front of your grave, megumi didn’t know what to do. it was sad, indeed, but he didn’t feel a connection to you like he did once before. you became a lost memory to megumi, even if he was a reason for you to keep fighting.

you had hoped that you’d overcome your sickness, but it had claimed your life in the end. 

even if the two of you only spent 2 years together, and you were barely an adult, megumi was one of your children. no matter what anyone thought or said, that’s who he was to you.

megumi knew that, and that is what was at the root of his internal conflict. you were family when he needed you to be, yet he couldn’t even spare you a tear in your passing. the boy thought he pitied you, but he comes to realize the one he truly pities is himself.

he, who forgot that you took care of him when he was sick, and nursed him to health. he, who forgot that you always cheered him on during school events. he, who forgot that you read him stories to fall asleep to. 

and even though he didn’t remember most of those things, remember you, megumi stood alone in front of your grave, tears silently flowing out of his eyes.

note: self indulgent but oh well...

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maid cafe | rin itoshi x gn!reader

word count: 0.8k

content: no manga spoilers, fluff(ish,) this is kinda just goofy tbh, not to mention probs ooc rin since this is my first time writing for him 😔

navi | bllk masterlist

convincing rin itoshi to do something he didn’t like was difficult. most people don’t do things they dislike, but some give in if they haven’t ever had the experience. however, he would absolutely not be caught walking into this place.

“rin,” you whined, “the food looks good and isn’t a bad price! can we please go?”

he refused, “absolutely not. i’m not going in there. if you want to go, go in by yourself.”

a pout formed on your face at his rejection, “aw, you're no fun.”

you poked at him before your eyes landed on the sign outside the cafe. as cute as it was, the only reason your boyfriend refused to go inside was because of how it was a maid cafe. if his teammates had ever caught him, he was sure he’d never hear the end of it.

the thought of it being a maid cafe bothered you a bit, but it was almost nothing compared to rin’s worry. you simply wanted the food, so who was serving it didn’t matter.

“but if you really don’t want to go,” you sigh, “then fine. i’ll come back in 30 minutes tops. bye bye~”

not looking back, you skipped into the maid cafe. you took a seat in the corner of the cafe, telling them you’d be ordering for two with a smile. a couple of minutes had passed when the bell attached to the entrance door jingled. you didn’t need to look up at who sat in the seat next to you to know who it was.

“you’re lucky that you’re adorable,” rin mumbled with the tips of his ears turning pink.

with a proud smile, you giggle, “that i am. so much for not getting caught in here, huh.”

“well i wasn’t going to leave you to eat here by yourself,” your boyfriend rolled his eyes. “i wasn’t going to let anyone have the chance to approach you either.”

“are you talking about the waitresses or the customers?”

“both.”

after ordering and receiving your food, you were quick to dig in. rin slowly ate his egg omelette, staring at the “i love rin-chan ♡” written in ketchup. he knew that letting you tell the waitress what to write was another bad idea.

“what’s so wrong about it?” you playfully smile at him.

he glanced at you, “she loudly gushed at me and told us how cute we were. not to mention, she called me out on...”

“on the fact you were blushing,” you lean closer to him, finishing his sentence. he furrowed his brows, but you only continued to grin at him. “come on, we’re a couple, aren’t we? i see nothing wrong with her gushing about it.”

“that’s because you love the attention.”

“… you’re not wrong.”

a few moments passed, silence ensuing between the two of you. the ends of your lips slowly turned straight as rin began to lean towards you. thinking he was going in for a kiss right there, which surprised you, you shut your eyes.

but your face scrunched up when you felt yourself kiss the fabric of his shirt. your eyes shot open to see him holding your phone, unlocking it as if it were his own.

“hey!” you whined with a frown. “you are such a tease, rin. you’d rather look at my phone than give me a kiss…”

he tapped a few things on your phone, “you thought i was leaning in for a kiss when i was getting your phone.”

you stared at him, but he didn’t bother to look back. once he finished whatever he was doing, he set down your phone.

“why did you need my phone anyway?” you asked.

rin answered, “i was deleting the picture.”

it took a moment, but you realized that rin had deleted the picture you took of him when the waitress was complimenting the two of you as a couple. you quickly grabbed your phone to see if it was true. to your horror, it was.

“you… you deleted it,” your jaw dramatically dropped. “i would’ve kept it to myself if you asked, you know. i’m sure your friends wouldn’t know you coming here if i didn’t post it.”

“but you were going to post it.”

“…you’re not wrong, again.”

the two of you eventually finished your meals, leaving with stomachs that were fuller compared to when you entered. rin was glad that the two of you were finally leaving to go to an ice cream shop. however, that relief was short-lived when you almost bumped into someone at the door.

“oh, i’m sor- bachira?”

you stared into the eyes of rin’s friend, looking behind him to see even more of them. all of them were equally surprised as you were to bump into each other. you looked at all of their faces before the realization hit both you and them.

“rin… you go to maid cafes?”

note: hoping i did rin well enough, ty for the request anon!! (sorry for the lateness like always). after I got the two quotes in, I had no clue where the drabble was heading so here we are 😭😭

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lost memory | megumi fushiguro x gn!reader

content: no manga spoilers, platonic, angst, death... your relationship with gojo is up to you

word count: 0.7k

navi | jjk masterlist

he was young when you took care of him.

a little child who only had his sister left, that’s who megumi fushiguro was when you met him. he was seven years old with quite the attitude. though, the way he treated you was different than how he treated satoru gojo, your partner.

megumi found himself more inclined to stay around you. he wanted your care, and he got it every chance he had. your embrace was one of a nurturing mother’s. he didn’t think of it at first, but megumi yearned for the love that he could see in front of his very eyes.

he didn’t remember his parents, so they were long out of the picture. their faces blurred and blended in with the people he’d seen in the streets. they had left his life, so if someone had to ask the young megumi fushiguro who his parents were, the first person he thought about was you.

you, who picked him and tsumiki up after school. you, who took them out to theme parks with gojo. you, who showed up to every concert and talent show. you, who helped with their homework and projects.

the first person the young megumi fushiguro thought about was you. you, who he soon enough forgot about over the years.

after spending a little over 2 years together, you stopped visiting. no matter how much they cried or begged, gojo never said a word about it. he left the children to you, but that responsibility was passed back to him when you left.

more years passed, and megumi eventually forgot about you. it began with him thinking about you leaving every day to you never crossing his mind.

all the emotions and attachment he had with you dissipated into nothing. you became a faint memory, just like his other parents. you, who was the embrace he needed in the middle of the night, were gone.

so when he saw you again at 15 years old, all that he could exchange with you were words of small talk. you spoke to him softly with care, just as you always did, but megumi found himself only able to reply shortly.

not only did he feel awkward, but megumi pitied you. he pitied you for still caring when all he saw you as was a mere acquaintance of his past. you smiled at him, yet the pain carried by your eyes drew his attention.

the conflict in his mind only increased when he eventually heard of your passing.

you were in gojo’s class during your teen years at jujutsu high, becoming one of the closest people he was with. though, you were always sick. sometimes too sick to do missions, or too sick to even get up in the morning. it was only a matter of time until your illness got to you.

it’s why you visited him after so long, megumi figured. you knew your time was running up, so you wanted to at least see him once more. you also visited tsumiki in her hospital bed, according to gojo. but not only that, gojo always kept you updated behind their backs.

now, standing in front of your grave, megumi didn’t know what to do. it was sad, indeed, but he didn’t feel a connection to you like he did once before. you became a lost memory to megumi, even if he was a reason for you to keep fighting.

you had hoped that you’d overcome your sickness, but it had claimed your life in the end. 

even if the two of you only spent 2 years together, and you were barely an adult, megumi was one of your children. no matter what anyone thought or said, that’s who he was to you.

megumi knew that, and that is what was at the root of his internal conflict. you were family when he needed you to be, yet he couldn’t even spare you a tear in your passing. the boy thought he pitied you, but he comes to realize the one he truly pities is himself.

he, who forgot that you took care of him when he was sick, and nursed him to health. he, who forgot that you always cheered him on during school events. he, who forgot that you read him stories to fall asleep to. 

and even though he didn’t remember most of those things, remember you, megumi stood alone in front of your grave, tears silently flowing out of his eyes.

note: self indulgent but oh well...

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hi hi i hope ur doing well <3

may i request for port mafia! dazai having a s/o who is a reowned assassin of the mafia.

s/o is someone intimidating and very capable of fighting. fast yet with a deadly and silent precision. basically, kind of like gin? except s/o uses a scythe not a dagger lol, and when s/o is around dazai or simply not in assassin-work mode, s/o turns out to be really soft, kind, shy, and sweet, and it's a side that only dazai gets to see !!

tysm :))

with a secretly sweet assassin s/o headcanons

featuring...! dazai osamu

content: no manga spoilers, "fluff" i don't know what genre you'd consider this to be

navi | bsd masterlist

when dazai first saw you in action, he didn’t think much. it was the port mafia, so he was used to being surrounded by killers, ability users or not. it was when he learned why you were an assassin that he actually took interest

you preferred to only kill other criminals. if you were tasked with having to kill someone innocent, you’d pass it on to one of your colleagues

when dazai learned this, he was confused. you were still killing the people too, considering you passed the task on instead of ignoring it. once he snuck himself into your life, which took quite long since he only bothered you during work, he figured out your process of thought

you were actually quite different when you weren’t on duty. you were kind, making it impossible to think you were in the port mafia after a simple conversation

once he gets to see the sweeter side of you, he always finds a way to where you are. it doesn’t matter if you’re on a mission, he’ll somehow make his way there under the cover that he’s to provide assistance. though, it’s not really a cover if he actually does find a way to help you out

he likes to poke your cheek to ask you to be a good little one and give him some attention. he definitely takes advantage of the fact you’re slightly younger and still rank lower than him to get what he wants

dazai likes to see that he’s the only one that’ll make you switch off from work mode. specifically, he likes it when others see you at least get shy from his constant comments and touches

you sometimes let your guard down when you think no one else is around, so someone’s bound to accidentally walk in on the two of you. you and dazai kept your relationship private. so even though he’d do his occasional flirting during work, it was still toned down. the last thing he wanted was for mori to find out there was something real

you’d be talking with dazai, smiling with his hands in yours when you hear glass shatter. it sounded like it was the window, so you immediately let go of him and summoned your large scythe through your ability

it doesn’t even go near the person’s neck because they immediately ducked, jumping away. when your eyes meet chuuya’s, he almost feels grossed out

he was just another person that saw you as an outstanding killer in the port mafia. you were quiet, usually only making conversation if necessary. and not to mention your skills. you could behead 5 people in one swipe of your scythe easily, so seeing you all sweet with dazai put a bad feeling in his stomach. if you were such a darling, why be intimate with a little devil like dazai? you’re not being manipulated, are you?

but moving on from that, there’s a part of dazai deep down that truly appreciates you. i think he’d also feel some sort of unspoken relief at the fact that you two shared the same world, one of death and killing. he knew that he’d trudge through life with you, someone who understood how he felt

note: hihi!! thank you for the request, i felt the sudden urge to write it and did pretty quickly haha,, the big scythe reminded me of zach (angels of death), and i think that's part of why i was drawn in LSJDK

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I haven't been very well these days so, could i req tecchou comforting s/o after a bad day

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for you | tecchou suehiro x gn!reader

content: no manga spoilers, comfort

word count: 0.6k

navi | bsd masterlist

“y/n, are you okay?”

the moment you walked through the front door, tecchou suehiro could sense that something was off. your shoulders were slumped and you had a frown, not to mention how you dryly greeted him.

so as you made yourself a cup of tea, the brown-haired man approached you. he had disappeared for a couple of minutes after he welcomed you home. you, still stirring, turned your head to him.

“it’s just been rough at work lately, that’s all. today was especially annoying, however. my boss dumped more work on me because someone else was slacking off! ugh, it was all due today too. i got most of it done, but i got to finish the rest on my laptop before bed. it’s irritating! like seriously…”

you let out a harsh breath, realizing that saying that had helped you calm down a tad. you also realized that you ended up raising your voice at tecchou. you were going to apologize when you felt his arms snake around your waist.

“i set up the bath for you. go in, i’ll finish making your tea and bring it to you,” tecchou told you before he kissed your cheek.

you let go of the spoon, “you didn’t have to…”

“i wanted to,” he then stood next to you. “now go, this shouldn’t take long.”

like he said, tecchou had set up the bath for you. a layer of bubbles floated atop the warm water. after you undressed and sat down, you felt your body relax. the scent of the candle he lit up by the sink was also your favorite, you noticed.

you were submerged in the water with your eyes shut when tecchou walked in. you heard him place down something before you opened your eyes. he had placed your tea on the table next to the bathtub before he sat down on the floor. he had his back against the tub, meaning he couldn’t see you softly smile.

“so,” he began as you took a sip, “you said work has been rough lately. why didn’t you tell me before…?”

you answered, “i just didn’t want to bother you, love. you work to protect the nation, the world, even. i don’t even get to complain compared to you.”

“my work doesn’t make it so that i have complaining rights over you. if you have something to say, then tell me. i will listen, no matter what.”

tecchou doesn’t say anything when you wrap your wet arms loosely around his shoulders. you press a kiss onto his exposed collarbone, which caused his back to straighten. you let out a chuckle as the tips of his ears turned a blush pink.

“thank you, tecchou. i love you, okay? remember that,” you close your eyes, still embracing him.

he took one of your hands and kissed it, “i love you. i will support you when necessary. please, remember that.” you’ve always been sure to take care of him, so tecchou wanted to be sure you knew he would do the same for you.

“alright, deal.”

once you finish with your bath, you get dressed and lay in bed. you were ready to finish up your work when tecchou took you in his embrace immediately. he asked you for one thing, something you wanted desperately but was against.

although you had deadlines, tecchou’s pleading voice convinced you to lay in bed with him and fall asleep. your bodies were turned to each other, arms and legs tangled when you talked about everything. eventually, your words grew quiet and your eyelids shut.

after you had fallen asleep, tecchou brushed away stray hairs from your face. his lips meet your forehead before he pulls your sleeping body closer and falls asleep himself.

note: i’m sorry to hear that you haven’t been well, my love :(( i hope things get better for you!! i’m always available to talk <3

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I’m so sorry if I’m bothering you with a lot of tecchou’s requests but I love him😭if you want, you can write annyone else too. May I request tecchou’s having a nightmare (like s/o being a cheater or dying, whatever you want) and then he wakes up and s/o is hugging him in her sleep (I’m so sorry for my bad English, was hard for me to request this ㅠㅠ)

they have nightmares about you headcanons

featuring...! tecchou suehiro, dazai osamu, ranpo edogawa & akiko yosano

content: no manga spoilers, comfort, dreams with blood and death, a little ooc to me (especially dazai's eww)

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TECCHOU SUEHIRO

he chose to chase after the criminals, and that led you to be killed in his nightmare

tecchou felt strongly about justice, everyone that knew who he was knew that. so on missions, he was always sure to take care of criminals and save civilians

in his nightmare, things were getting rough on a mission. the two of you, the only ones working, were split up from each other. instead of making his way towards you, tecchou hunted down the leader of the crime organization on his own

you should’ve been alright as a fellow hunting dog. but in this situation, you became heavily injured. you were bleeding out for who knows how long when tecchou found you

“it’s okay,” you reassured him as you bled out, “we all make mistakes sometimes. this one… this one just happened to be a bit more troubling, haha.”

when he wakes up from this nightmare, you’re still sleeping peacefully next to him. he’s freighted, so what he does is try to wake you up. you look at him groggily once he does

i definitely think that tecchou’s facial expression would make it obvious that he was scared. his eyes are opened slightly wider and hand has a slight tremble as it holds your arm

“hey, tell me what’s wrong? did you have a nightmare?”

at your touch and voice, tecchou lets out a breath he had been holding in. the events replay in his mind before he tells you what happened

he places a hand over his heart once he realizes that telling you everything has helped him calm down. he knows you were listening to every word, and he appreciates not only that, but the fact that you were still there with him

“don’t leave me, y/n,” tecchou begged.

his slender fingers were intertwined with yours while he pulled them close to his chest. he had never been as scared of losing anyone that much until you came along. he was strong, and so were you, but loving you came with the natural fear of loss.

you promised, “i won’t. i won’t leave you, i swear.”

before you guys go back to sleep, he’ll fall into your arms and will become the little spoon. my bb just wants to be held after experiencing that nightmare :((

OSAMU DAZAI

he lost you in his nightmare

dazai says that he loses things he doesn’t want to lose, which made this dream— nightmare all too real

it was like reliving everything that happened with oda. you were already at death’s door when he arrived and as you walked past that door, his blood-stained arms held you

i don’t see dazai waking up to this nightmare screaming, crying, or even telling you about it. a silly nightmare was all it was, right?

but if he has that same silly nightmare constantly, then i imagine that he’d lose sleep over it. the nightmare was a reminder that you were someone important for him to lose. avoiding it meant sleeping less, or not even sleeping at all

not knowing the details, you were concerned about if he was sleeping well, or sleeping at all. you fall asleep before he does, but he seems to be wide awake when you just get up in the early morning

although he tried to be energetic around you like normal, it wouldn’t be long before he’d laze around as if something was clouding his mind

if you make the decision to confront him, dazai will surely play dumb at first

“work is just so tiring these days! kunikida won’t stop piling work on me~” a lie.

you only figure out he lied once kunikida calls you. since you don’t work at the agency, you’ve only talked with him and a few of the other members a few times

“thank you for calling me, kunikida-san. i appreciate it.”

you found yourself bowing to dazai’s co-worker while you all stood by the main office door. a few of the other members sat at their desks, either watching or minding their own business.

the blond called you to bring dazai, who had been constantly sleepy as of late, home. although he ignored the work he was given, he still managed to act exhausted instead of lazy like he normally would. if he wasn’t going to get anything done during the day, he might as well be sent home to rest.

dazai rubbed the back of his neck, thinking that his partner calling you to the agency was unnecessary. not only that, but his cover had been blown. once you finish talking with kunikida, you take dazai’s hand and walk with him to your shared apartment. it was a quiet walk from there to home.

the moment he’s inside, dazai will flop onto the couch. it takes a little bit of convincing to get him to talk about the repeating nightmare

he thinks he doesn’t need it at first, but comforting him actually affects him greatly. it lets him know that he has your support as he fights his own battles. please have him close so that he can put his hands on your waist and rest his head by the crook of your neck

“you can tell me anything,” you tell him. “there’s a lot about yourself you keep a secret, and that’s okay. i get that there are things you can’t find yourself to share, but this is something you have to. talking about these things are important, dazai. i don’t want you losing sleep over it, m’kay? just talk with me.”

to love and be loved is a curse— but even so, dazai couldn’t resist

RANPO EDOGAWA

you were set up to be killed and he didn’t realize until it was too late in his nightmare

as the greatest detective in the world, nothing seemed unbeatable to ranpo. though there have been some obstacles, there was always a way to win in the end. well, that’s what he thought

his sleeping mind toyed with him by placing you in a situation where there was no way for you to live. fyodor had set up a plan to kill you, a valuable asset to the agency, and it went right under ranpo’s nose

it obviously felt so real to ranpo. so if he wakes up and you aren’t with him in bed, he’s afraid that maybe everything wasn’t a nightmare. he scurries out of bed and to the first place you’d be

“come back to bed.”

sometimes, you’d find yourself wide awake in the middle of the night. it was a problem that settled down when you got together with ranpo, but still happened on a few occasions. whenever it did, you sat on the balcony of your shared apartment and read a book. if the weather was harsh, you’d read in your study.

you were surprised when ranpo suddenly told you to go back to bed with him. his voice was more pleading than you ever heard it to be, leading you to think something was wrong.

you shut the book in your hands, “hey… are you okay?”

i feel like ranpo would play it off as something stupid that he doesn’t even understand, but you know better. the two of you would have to be hugging in bed for him to tell you what happened. as he does, his hands grasp the back of your shirt and he buries his face into your chest

once he finishes, he already knows what you’re going to say. you wouldn’t let yourself fall into fyodor’s hands that easily, so he shouldn’t think about it

“stay in bed from now on,” ranpo suggested. “if you wake up, read your book here.”

“but what if you wake up?”

“doesn’t matter to me.” he’s shy to admit it, but, “you scared me…”

safe to say, ranpo prefers to have you by his side so he can hug you if he was to ever wake up from any nightmares (my bb <3 im so soft for him rn)

AKIKO YOSANO

you died before she could save you in her nightmare

yosano wasn’t sure how she got there, but she had been running for what seemed to be forever. the aching in her feet seemed all too real as she sprinted towards where you were

but once she found you, it was too late. your wounds were deep and your blood was everywhere. she tried to use her ability, but it was futile to even try. the butterflies of her ability appeared, but your heart just wouldn’t beat again

“y/n, please,” the woman cried.

it was happening all over again. that soldier… a kind soul that couldn’t carry the weight of war any longer. he was gone, and yosano tried so desperately to bring him back. now, you were in his situation— gone and never able to return.

she let out a scream, both in that nightmare and in real life. it obviously woke you up, and you were quick to respond by holding her forearms

once reality sets in and she realizes it was only a nightmare, yosano is quick to take a deep breath. as a doctor, she’s had to help calm down patients many times. she knows what to do in order to ease her own mind, yet it was harder to do that she thought

her lips trembled as the breaths she let out were short and shaky. even if you hold her, her fists are clenched. it takes a moment with you rubbing her back to calm her nerves

being with her means you know her past with mori during the war. if you knew all about that, then yosano will definitely be open about the nightmare

she immediately feels a sense of relief after telling you about it, but is still shaken up. yosano will embrace you and try to fall asleep in your arms, even if the image of your dead body keeps on popping up in her mind

“a nightmare,” you reassure her, “it’s just a nightmare. i’m right here, darling.”

note: hi nonnie!! literally request for tecchou all you want (when my requests are open), I'm absolutely here for it!! someone else requested something similar and i planned to put all the requested characters in one post, but it was a lot so I'm splitting it into two <3

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hi!! can u do fluff prompts 10 & 13 with itoshi rin :33 tyvm!

request is here !!

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Congrats on 300 followers! I hope you are having a nice time while reading this. I was wondering if you can write for Dazai with angst dialogue 5? Have a nice day!

HELLO!! you've probably gotten the tag, but here is the oneshot <3 ty so much for the request and your patience,, ily MWAH :))