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the things they do when they love you

⤷ ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, fyodor, sigma, tecchou, jouno

dazai always needs to be touching you. he starts his day with his forehead against yours in the comfort of his futon, legs tangled together. he barely makes it through work by playing footsie with you under his desk, resisting the urge to shower you with love under kunikida’s watchful eye. on the walk home, his hand lingers on the small of your back as he guides you through the crowded street, careful to not let anyone bump into you. and when it’s time to rest again, you strip him of his bandages and trace your fingertips along his forearms and wrists, trailing kisses down skin that haven’t felt human touch in who knows how long, making up for all the little touches he gave you through the day.

chuuya spoils you rotten. he has money to spare, and has no problems adding your needs into his monthly budget, but he spoils you in other, non-financial ways too. he notices the bags under your eyes, and turns off your alarm so you can get an extra few minutes of sleep, keeping track of the time so you aren’t late. he warms up your towels in the dryer while you’re in the shower so you won’t be cold when you get out. he’ll watch that one show you like, as corny as it may be, because he wouldn’t miss you laughing so prettily at the stupid jokes for the world.

ranpo compares everyone else to you. for someone who thought he was the greatest, he really loved to talk about how great you were. “y/n’s coffee tastes better.” he comments with a shrug to the waitress, who has no idea who you are. “that would look so cute on y/n!” when yosano is showing him the new shirt she bought, much to her disdain. “you’re so boring! why can’t y/n be here instead.” he pouts in front of the witness he’s interviewing. there may or may not be a group of people in yokohama who unintentionally hate you.

fyodor asks what you think — not just about his work, about everything. he wants to pick your brain apart and analyze everything about you, from how you like your tea to your opinion on how greek philosophy influenced modern christianity. he wants to be the only one who knows you so well; it only seems fair when he feels so annoyingly vulnerable around you, knowing you’ve captured his heart.

sigma lets his guard down around you. you never have an ulterior motive or try to read him. you ask questions about himself out of pure curiosity, and in return he tries to memorize everything he can about you. there’s so much he doesn’t know, and you teach him as much as you can; not so you can use him, but because you want him to experience life to the fullest. when you wrap your arms around him, letting him rest his head on top of yours, he can’t help but think about how long he’s dreamed of this, and now he finally has it: his home.

tecchou looks at you, almost always. you can’t ignore the tingly feeling of his eyes on you as you’re folding laundry or brushing your hair. when you ask him, you half expect him to blink and snap out of it, but he never does. “i like looking at you. you’re pretty.” is what he always says, gaze never straying from behind his messy bangs.

jouno listens to every part of you. while the extra noise that comes with his ability is bothersome, your sounds calm him. any irregularity in your heartbeat or your breathing makes a nervousness he isn’t used to surge through his body. he can’t help but feel prideful at the way your heartbeat is so calm when your fingers, so much softer than any fabric, brush against his own. he can’t see you, but he can hear the blood rush to your cheeks and the smile in your voice when you talk to him about your day.

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UNDER THE MISTLETOE

ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, fyodor, nikolai

DAZAI ー you’re starting to think dazai planned this all from the start; he’s a little too satisfied with the situation the two of you are in, eyes sparkling and grin unwavering. “i can’t believe my christmas wish came true!” you would’ve cringed at his cheesy line if you were in a different position, but with him so close to you, it only makes your heart beat faster. he holds your chin and runs his thumb against your bottom lip, so gentle that your stomach flutters. his lips are curled into a teasing smile, and he barely brushes them against yours. you have to push forward on your tiptoes to properly kiss him, his pleased hum vibrating against your mouth when he sneaks his hands under your shirt to rest against your waist. he whines when you pull away, keeping you pressed up against his chest, bandages rubbing against the skin of your sides. “don’t i deserve one more?” he rests his forehead against yours. “i’ve been nice this year, i swear〜”

CHUUYA ー “hey,” he nods his head up to the hanging mistletoe above you, and your heart flutters in anticipation. being chuuya’s date to the mafia’s christmas gala had already made your evening special, and this moment seemed too good to be true; muffled music leaks into the empty hall from the ballroom, and it’s just the two of you, basked in the glow of christmas lights. his eyes linger on your lips, alcohol and bashfulness making his cheeks a pretty pink. “do you…want to kiss me?” you fidget, not quite drunk enough to fend off your fear of rejection. “yes!” he clears his throat. “i mean, only if you want me to.” when you push your lips to his, you can taste the cranberry champagne he’d be drinking all night. he doesn’t let you go far when you pull away, hand moving to cradle your cheek, stroking your soft skin as he kisses you again, harder. it’s enough to have you shivering in place, even after he pulls away. “i’ve thought about doing that for a long time.” he whispers, dropping his head to your shoulder, arms wrapping around your waist. you decide you won’t mention how alcohol loosened his tongue tomorrow morning as you thread your fingers in his hair, slowly swaying with him under the twinkling lights.

RANPO ー the mistletoe in the agency’s office had been collectively avoided and ignored, until you and ranpo walk in together. he tugs the back of your jacket, pointing up at the hanging plant. “the world’s greatest detective doesn’t just kiss anyone, you know,” he bounces on his heels. “this counts as your christmas present from me, by the way.” his voice is confident, but you don’t miss his pink cheeks and how he hasn’t stopped fidgeting since you found yourselves here. he stills when you kiss him gently, his messy bangs tickling your forehead. his eyes are open when you pull away, the lingering taste of peppermint hot chocolate and sugar cookie icing on your lips. “h-hey, that doesn’t count! you need to do it for real!” he pulls your face to his, kissing you again. it’s messy, and he clearly lacks experience, but you still feel breathless when he pulls back, nose brushing with yours. “if you still don’t get it, i can show you again.”

FYODOR ー you’re embarrassingly excited to go on a walk with fyodor in the snow. it was more than enough for you to be able to spend time with him like this, your heart only pounding harder when he offers you his arm to intertwine with your own. “oh?” you follow his gaze to the frosted mistletoe hanging in the archway you’re about to pass under. his hands are cold when he cups your cheek, chapped lips pressing into yours. it’s only for a moment, and before you know it you’re the one leaning back in, eyes falling shut. your fingers hold the flaps of his hat, digging into the plush fabric to pull him closer. always needing the upper hand, he runs his tongue along your lips, pushing in to trace across the edge of your teeth. snowflakes fall against your face, and they melt against your warm cheeks. he licks his lips as he pulls away. “if you want to continue this,” his words are punctuated with the cold puffs of his breath. “we should go somewhere more private.”

NIKOLAI ー “it’s quiz time!” nikolai keeps your gaze on him, holding your face with one hand, other hidden under his cloak. “what am i holding right now〜?” you can’t even think of what he could possibly have before a gloved finger tilts your chin upward, his disembodied hand holding a bunch of mistletoe above you. “my, my, it’s mistletoe! what a naughty predicament we’re in!” his eyes are crinkled and sparkling from how hard he’s smiling, hand leaving your jaw to twirl a strand of your hair around. his lips are softer than you thought, demanding too. you get so distracted, you don’t even notice he isn’t holding the mistletoe anymore, hands comfortably on your neck, thumbs tilting your jaw up towards him. “you’re too cute when you’re surprised!” he giggles when you part from one another, squeezing your cheeks to place a final kiss on your puckered lips.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU

ft. chuuya + f!reader

p.s.! HAPPY LUNA DAY @heartdaichi <3 !! title is a nayeon ref ofc ⊹.(⸝⸝ ˆ ³(⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎)˚. this post is scheduled but i hope u had the best bday ever my lovie!! blowing u the biggest kiss i can <3 !!

chuuya frowns as he fishes his keys out of his pocket, safely balancing the box from the bakery and a bottle of champagne, too expensive to drop, in the nook of his arm. he was home later than he wanted to be, and he couldn’t help but be disappointed with himself.

if he had it his way, he would’ve spent every second of your birthday spoiling you rotten and taking you to all of your favorite places. unfortunately, the demands of the port mafia are inexhaustible, and something heavy squeezes his chest as he thinks of all the pretty smiles he missed out on. he settled to call and text you every chance he could, sending his men to hand deliver your favorite flowers and food throughout the day. he even left his black card at home, telling you to buy whatever you desired, making you promise not to hold back.

“hey, birthday girl,” he calls as he toes his shoes off at the door. he smiles at the array of various bouquets resting neatly in their vases, happy they made it to you safely.

“chuuya!” you smile, coming out from the bedroom and kissing his cheek before you grab the things from his hands. “welcome home!”

“how was your day?” he asks, words only a little muffled as he kisses you, lips lingering against yours as his ungloved hand cups your face.

“it wasn’t as good without you around,” you tilt your head to peek at the bakery box, poking at the paper cover. “what’s this?”

“take a look,” he steals one last kiss before he wraps his arms around your waist.

your little gasp when you see your favorite cake, a rare treat from an expensive bakery, fills his heart. your thankful kiss has his cheeks turning rosy, and you slip out of his grasp to grab two forks from the kitchen, not bothering with plates.

you throw your legs on top of chuuya’s when you get to the couch, balancing the box of cake on your thighs as you share bites under the beams of moonlight weaving through yokohama’s skyline. he pours more champagne in your glass when it runs low as you tell him all your favorite parts of your day and the things you indulged in buying with his card.

“are you sure there isn’t something more you want?” he stretches his arm across the back of the couch to grab your hand. “i know i had to work today, but i canー”

a frosting flavored kiss quiets him, and your cute laugh nearly breaks his pouty facade when you pull away.

“yes, i’m sure, chuuya,” you squeeze his hand, thumb rubbing over the curve of his knuckles. “i just want to spend time with you. this is the perfect end to my birthday, so stop thinking so hard.”

your gentle flick against his forehead stings, but he can’t bother to pretend to be annoyed when you dab a napkin against the corner of his mouth where he had a stray smear of icing.

“oh!” you sit up, careful not to tip the cake. “i do want something!”

“yeah?” he nibbles on another forkful, admiring the way your eyes seem to be sparkling, even in the darkness of the living room. “tell me and it’s yours.”

“let me wear your suit jacket!” you lean forward, smiling at him. “that fancy one you got last month! please, chuuya?”

“that’s what you want?” he smiles. he already knew he’d agree to whatever you asked, even without you looking up at him so cutely.

“alright, c’mon,” he stands, hand outstretched, brows furrowing when you don’t move off the couch. “don’t you want my jacket?”

“yeah, but i also want a piggy back ride to the bedroom.”

“you’re so spoiled,” his sigh is amused when he squats down so you can hop on his back. “but it’s my fault. you’re just too pretty for your own good, aren’tcha?”

when you get to the closet, your lips brush against his cheek as he sets you down. he unsheathes the coat from it’s protective plastic cover, certain there’s hearts in his eyes when you slip it on with a beaming smile.

“what do you think?” you twirl around, tugging the lapels down in satisfaction.

“you look gorgeous, birthday girl,” his hands rest against the smooth fabric as he holds you close to him, the tip of your nose brushing against his. you giggle when you grab his hat off his head, placing it onto your own.

“there’s one last thing i want,” you whisper against him with a smile. “i want to be the big spoon tonight.”

it makes his heart flutter in that way that reminds him he truly is human. even when he’s offering you the world, everything you want is so innocent; you’re just too cute. after missing out on so much of your special day, he’s absolutely certain he won’t be leaving your side for the rest of the night.

“whatever you want, pretty,” he sighs dreamily. “i know it’s your birthday but you’ll indulge me a little too, right?”

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WHEN YOU LEAVE TO GO ON A LONG, DANGEROUS MISSION

ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo

p.s.! sending hugs + kisses to the lovely anon who requested <3 !! sorry i kinda got carried away :’)

DAZAI

when he’s strategizing and realizes you’re the best suited member of the agency for the mission, his heart drops. he knew being in a relationship with his coworker would come to this eventually, but he’s always been selfish.

he didn't know how he could make it that long without you. he's used to keeping an eye on you, always listening behind his headset, but this time you'd have to be on your own and he hates it.

he pores over the details of the case, forcing the logic to piece together that you’d be okay. he desperately tries to ignore the voice in his head telling him that you’d be taken away from him just like everyone else

it takes every part of him not to cling onto you when he kisses you goodbye. he sends you off with a smile, and it drops as soon as you’re gone, a stiff frown settling in its place.

there’s a noticeable emptiness without you around. his futon, just barely able to fit the two of you wrapped around each other, suddenly feels too big, and he can’t sleep.

instead, he stares at the moon and wonders if you were as restless as him, looking at it too. it made him feel connected to you, even if you weren’t doing the same.

he talks to you about his day as if you were next to him, just to ignore the crippling loneliness he thought he’d starved off for good.

he acts out more than usual, overcompensating for his lack of attention, even if it came in the form of a hard smack to the head from kunikida.

his stomach gurgles angrily at him, and he realizes there isn’t anyone around to make him a proper dinner anymore. he can’t be bothered to cook and falls back into old habits, opening bottles of sake and cans of crab. he knows you’d be mad if you were there, and the thought of you scolding him to take better care of himself makes him smile.

dazai hums as he flips through his suicide book, words familiar enough that he didn’t bother turning on a light to read them. he knew you’d be back home any day now. your message to the agency that you were safe had lifted a weight from him, but he wouldn’t be completely satisfied until you were in his arms again.

he pauses when he hears the lock turn in the door, sitting up with big, blinking eyes. its felt like an eternity without you, it almost feels unreal that you could really be back.

when he sees you in the doorway, he can’t even bare to move. his face breaks out in a lovesick grin, and he opens his arms wide. your suitcase is abandoned in the doorway as you run to him, knocking him back against the soft cushion of his futon.

his hands cradle your head, kissing you everywhere he can reach. “i’m so happy you’re home,” he still isn’t used to saying that word. “i missed you so much it nearly killed me.” his lips are curled into a smile when he nuzzles into your chest. he shakily exhales when you gently scratch against his scalp as he intertwines his legs with yours, pulling himself closer to you.

“i missed you too,” he’s so happy to hear it, his cheeks ache from smiling so hard. “were you okay while i was gone?”

“shhh,” he holds a finger up to your lips, suppressing a shiver when you kiss his fingertips. “that doesn’t matter now, my love! can’t we just enjoy being together again?” he hears you sigh, and he knows you see right through his poor attempt at deflecting, but it doesn’t matter, not when he finally has you in his arms again.

CHUUYA

when he hears the news, he assumes he's going with you. it’s no big deal, he’s actually kind of excited. when mori tells him otherwise, he thinks it’s some kind of joke.

he knows it can’t be helped, but he’s still pissed, thinking of being without you for so long, not knowing if you were safe. he doesn’t even want to think of something bad happening to you, but the thought creeps into his mind, dark and icky.

the last thing he wants is for you to think he doesn’t trust you, so he keeps his anxieties inside, helps you pack, and reluctantly kisses you goodbye. it takes a few muttered “just one more?”s before he finally lets you go.

it takes a while for him to adjust to you being away, and he desperately hopes he never has to get used to it again.

he has to stop himself from grabbing two wine glasses each night when he comes home, putting yours back with a resentful frown.

he hugs your pillow in place of you each night, hoping you come back before your scent leaves.

he lights your favorite candles, plays your favorite songs, finds himself ordering your favorite take-out just to have pieces of you around.

when he finishes a job and comes home with cracked, bleeding knuckles, he bandages them alone, pain so much worse without your kisses to make it better.

chuuya had long since left his spot on the couch, pacing back and forth in his living room. your flight had landed, and it was only a matter of time before you arrived home.

he runs to the door as soon as he hears the knob turn. he doesn’t even let you put your bags down before he’s wrapping his arms around you, squeezing you against him. “i missed you so fuckin’ much.” he presses his lips to yours, practically melting into you when you bury your fingers in his hair. “how are you?” he pulls away, looking you up and down. “are you hurt anywhere?”

you shake your head, giving him that smile he’s missed so much. he picks you up, holding your thighs as your arms circle around his neck, your bags floating behind him with his ability. “what d’you want? bed? bath? i’ll get you anything.”

“just want you.” you mumble into his neck. the answer knocks the air out of him, and he forces himself to take a deep breath, holding you even tighter. he drops the bags in front of the closet, and scoots back against the bed, sitting against the headboard, still cradling you in your arms. you’re already halfway asleep, exhausted from the plane ride home.

“get comfortable,” he presses a kiss to your temple, floating your favorite blanket closer. “‘cause i’m not letting you go again.”

RANPO

he didn’t care much for the details of the mission, until it was decided that you were going.

he’d thrown somewhat of a tantrum, demanding for fukuzawa to change his mind, but he knew it was useless; you were the only one in the agency who could pull it off.

he can’t even brag about how badass his s/o is when it comes at the cost of you leaving him.

when it’s time for you to go, he resists the urge to cling to your leg like a child and beg for you to stay. instead, he hugs you tightly, imprinting the feeling of your body in his. “come back safe,” he whispers, nose nuzzling into your neck. “please.”

he’s especially grumpy when you’re gone. he eats his breakfast by himself with a pout, apartment eerily quiet, food not nearly as good as it was when you cooked it.

he hates how much space there is in your tiny bathroom without your body next to his while he gets ready for work, glaring at your untouched shoes in the genkan on his way out.

and how exactly is he supposed to sleep well when he doesn’t even get a goodnight kiss??

cases thrown to the side for being too boring are now accepted; anything to keep his mind off of you not being around, or worse, you getting hurt.

he still buys your favorite snacks, an accumulating pile on your desk waiting for you when you return (he only eats a few of them)

ranpo knows exactly when you’ll be arriving home. he checks the time persistently, bouncing his feet as it gets closer. he doesn’t even wait for you to get settled; as soon as you’re through the door, he jumps into your arms, wrapping his legs around you like an oversized koala bear. “well?” he looks up at you, not bothering with greetings. “what are you waiting for? you have a lot of kisses to make up for, you know!”

he beams as you scatter kisses across his cheeks, dimpled from his big smile. you place a final one on his lips, putting him down to search through your bag. you say something about foreign snacks, but he can’t pay attention, his childish impatience gnawing at him. he’d been so deprived of your attention, and now that you’re here, you’re already distracted.

he wraps his arms around your back, forehead resting against the middle of your shoulder blades. “don’t leave again,” he says quietly; if it wasn’t for the silence of the room, you might not have heard him. “it’s not fair for me to be alone for so long.”

“i know,” you turn around to face him, and he crawls into your lap as soon as you do, his green eyes wide open. “i missed you.”

he peeks at you through his bangs. “how much?”

“so, so, so much.”

he smiles, grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to your palm before he intertwines it with his own. his thoughts of i didn’t know what to do without you are left unsaid. now that you’re back, he swears he isn’t leaving your side again, and there’s plenty of time for him to show you just how much he missed you.

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hiii! so i don’t know if you’re taking request rn, but if you are i was wondering if you could write dazai & chuuya, and anyone else you’d like, with a s/o who has insomnia or difficulty sleeping?

oh and i love ur theme btw it’s the cutest!!! 🤍🤍🤍

WITH A S/O WHO CAN’T SLEEP

ft. dazai, chuuya, fyodor

p.s.! hi anon!! i’m so so sorry these took so long…i actually finished these in the middle of the night bc i couldn’t sleep either!! + i added fyodor hehe

DAZAI

dazai’s the best and the worst for a partner who can’t sleep because he can’t sleep either

the best because if you’re awake, chances are he’s awake too!! the worst because he’ll probably enable you…just a little bit

he hates seeing you so exhausted all the time but selfishly, he loves when you nap with him or rest your head on his shoulder throughout the day

he’ll take you out if you’re feeling restless!! to convenience stores for late night snacks, to walk along the moonlit beach. he loves feeling like it’s just the two of in your own little world, everyone else in yokohama asleep

but if you really do want to fix your sleep schedule, of course he’ll help you. he tends to favor the physical ways: tracing the slope of your nose or the edge of your eyebrow, rubbing circles into your back. you can curl into him as much as you want, he adores when you cling to him

he’ll tell you bedtime stories from his past, but only the good ones, like playing poker with oda. he hopes sharing his favorite memories will comfort you the way it does him

and if you do fall asleep, he’ll watch over you all night. you’re very safe in his arms, and you’ll wake up with to a face full of kisses

CHUUYA

chuuya comes home late at night or early in the morning. he’ll lighten his steps with his ability and get prepared for bed as quietly as possible, just in case you really are asleep for once

he peeks into the bedroom, whispering a “you still up?” just in case. he always hopes you’re sleeping, it breaks his heart to see you so exhausted all the time

he’ll try his best to ignore your grabby hands as he gets ready for bed but it’s very difficult >:| his self restraint has never been tested as hard as when he sees you pouting, bundled in all of his blankets

he can understand how annoying it is be so tired, yet unable to go to sleep. he’ll listen to your frustrations and treat you with so much care

he wouldn’t mind if you woke him up in the middle of the night, greeting you with a groggy “you okay?” but don’t count on him to stay awake. after he knows you’re safe and sound, he’d try to stay up + keep you company…

…and then five minutes later he’s passed out, snoring away

he’d get you anything: special tea, melatonin, fancy sheets, appointments with the best sleep specialists in japan, whatever you want!! he has money to spare

he especially won’t complain if all you want is some extra cuddles!! and when he wakes up the next morning and sees you fast asleep, he doesn’t even mind that you drooled on his shirt

FYODOR

maybe this is controversial, but i think fyodor does sleep sometimes. he doesn’t even mind if you’re cuddly; his body runs as cold as ever. but that also means he can tell when you’re tossing and turning

he can be soothing when he wants to. he’ll hum pieces he’s learned from his cello or murmur russian lullabies, rubbing your back with just enough pressure to have your body relaxing in his hold

if it’s a night he’s working, his lap is always open for you. he won’t even look up from his computer when you sneak into his office, letting you get comfy with a “is it one of those nights, dear?”

he’ll let you cuddle up on him and just continue working. he swears you help him focus better

his fingers hitting his keyboard, paired with his quiet mumblings are a comfort compared to the quietness of your bedroom. your body finally starts to relax, eyes sliding shut

he doesn’t dare move you. he’ll sit there all night, kissing your temple and playing with the ends of your hair, making sure you get the rest your deserve

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hello!! u recently wrote something like chuuya reacting to s/o having a nightmare could I request the same thing only with dazai if it’s okay for u i love ur writing keep up the good work（╹◡╹）♡

memo! hi hi thank you so much!! p.s. i love your pfp (yukika...sighs <3)

more often than not, dazai is awake in the middle of the night.

he lets out a sigh, looking down at your sleeping form: face completely at ease, head pillowed on his chest, small breaths coming out of your mouth, your hand loosely gripping his shirt.

as if i’d go anywhere, he thinks, gently pushing a stray piece of hair out of your face. his fingers traced down the curve of your spine, your body molded perfectly to fit with his.

he closes his eyes for a moment, and then feels your hand squeeze tighter around his shirt and looks back down at you.

your previously calm face was scrunched up, your breathing a little faster. at first, he tried to smooth the wrinkles with his finger in a makeshift attempt to sooth you, but then he hears a pained whimper fall from your mouth and thinks if he has to hear you make that noise again, it would be the thing that finally kills him.

"y/n," he shakes you. "wake up."

you open your eyes, looking around the room a bit disoriented. "dazai?"

"i'm right here," he smiles, but it quickly falls at the sight of your tears. "y/n?"

you bury your face into his chest, shaking your head. he pulls you both up into a sitting position, rocking you back and forth in his arms, placing kisses against your temple.

"there, there," he pulls away and tucks your hair behind your ear. "how could you be so scared when i'm here to keep you safe, hm?" he brushes your tears away with his thumbs, trying to catch your gaze. you were looking down, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "can you look at me?"

you glance up at him from behind your damp eyelashes. "there you are.” seeing your pretty eyes so sad made him want to hide you from the rest of the world, just so he could ensure nothing would ever hurt you like this again. “are you feeling better now?"

"it's just stupid," you admit. "getting so worked up over something that isn't even real."

"don't say things like that,” dazai’s sudden change of tone catches you off guard. "it obviously affected you. it isn't stupid."

you nod, feeling a bit like a scolded child. he lays back down on his side, opening his arm up as an invitation for you to cuddle with him.

as soon as your head hits his pillow, he throws his arm across your waist, feeling content now that you were relaxed in his hold again. he didn’t need you to tell him what your dream was about; all that mattered to him was making sure nothing could make you so frightened again.

"i don't know if i can go back to sleep now," you sigh, shifting so your legs were intertwined with his, the scratchy feeling of his bandages bringing you the comfort of knowing he’s with you.

"you don't have to," he kisses your nose. "i'll stay up with you."

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rereading this again makes me giddy kajshakdkjash ty @yyyxti!

when you wear their clothes

⤷ ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, fyodor, atsushi, akutagawa

dazai ー you hold out your arms, watching as the sleeves of his trench coat hang off your hands, unbeknownst to dazai watching you from afar. his belladonna in his coat; it made his heart beat harder than it ever had before. you hadn’t even noticed him until he snuck up on you, spinning you around. you’re not sure what’s more embarrassing: the yelp of surprise that slips out of your mouth or the fact you were caught by dazai. he pulls the belt of his coat until you’re chest to chest, looking down at you with eyes so bright, they warmed your entire body more than his jacket alone ever could. “my pretty girl,” he gently grasps your jaw, pressing a long kiss to your lips. “you’re so cute, i think you’ll kill me,” he sighs against your mouth.

chuuya ー it was the middle of the night when chuuya arrived home from a mission overseas. a selfish part of him was hoping you were still awake — you weren’t. you were, however, snuggled up on his side of the bed, adorned in one of his button-downs as your hair fanned across his pillow. although he’d have to wait until morning to catch up with you, this wasn’t so bad either. he can’t fight his smile at the thought of you missing him in his absence, putting on his shirt as a way to feel closer to him. he tucks your hair behind your ear, making a mental note to leave his shirts around more often as he presses his lips against the side of your head. “i’m home,” he whispers against your temple.

ranpo ー you wrap yourself up in his cloak, sighing in delight at the warm feeling that spreads through your body as you’re surrounded by the sugary smell that always lingered on ranpo’s skin. you eye the hat that was left next to it. it only made sense to match, right? you fit it on your head, nodding to yourself in approval only to turn around and see ranpo. he stood in front of you, his eyes wide open, green irises complimented by his reddening cheeks. even if you could come up with some kind of excuse, you knew he’d see through it before it even left your mouth. you’re pulled out of your head when you feel him squish your cheeks in his hands, an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face. “never take this off.”

fyodor ー there was nothing he didn’t do on purpose; of course he’d left his hat on his desk hoping you’d slip it on when he left the room, and you looked even prettier than he imagined you would. “oh? what’s this?” you feel surprise jolt through your body at the sound of his smooth voice, pulling off the ushanka like you weren’t just seen. there was a glint in his eyes as he walked towards you. “did you miss me, dear?” he smiles at the flustered expression on your face. “well…” he takes the hat from you, pulling it back over your head. his hands delicately hold your face, cold thumbs cooling your skin as they stroke your heated cheeks. “now you have the real thing.”

atsushi ー one of the perks of atsushi’s small dorm was that there was little space to hide, so when he woke up without your warm body next to his, it wasn’t hard to find you in the kitchen. “good morning! did you sleep we…” you turn around, waiting for atsushi to continue only to see him frozen as he took in the sight of you in his white button down, finishing up fluffing the rice. “is that…my shirt?” “yeah,” you say, unable to gauge his reaction. “i can take it off if you want.” you mumble, placing down the paddle to fidget with one of the buttons. “no!” falling asleep together only to wake up to you wearing his shirt as you made breakfast, it was like you two were a family, and god, it’s everything he’s ever wanted. he chooses to ignore the twinge of possessiveness he feels as he clears his throat. “i-i mean, no. please keep it on. you look nice.”

akutagawa ー there were only a few times you had seen akutagawa without his coat, let alone seen him leave it out in the open. you had only wanted to try it on for a moment, but of course you chose the moment he came back in the room. you freeze as you see him in the doorway, his eyes unwavering from your form, expression unreadable. “i was only trying it on. please don’t be mad at me.“ it wasn’t easy to get to the place you were with akutagawa and you were afraid that you might’ve just ruined everything. after a few seconds of embarrassed silence, you shift to shrug the coat off. “don’t,” he grunts. you look up in surprise only to see his blushing face turned away from you, hand covering his mouth, stifling a cough. “…you look really pretty.”

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firsts with dazai

p.s.! happy late dazai day!! i’m so embarrassed i didn’t post these on his actual bday </3

first date

dazai holds his bouquet of flowers in front of him, giving himself a once over in his dorm’s foggy mirror. he straightens his tie, runs his fingers through his hair, and thinks it isn’t too obvious how little sleep he’s gotten.

he heaves an uncharacteristically shaky sigh as he leaves his dorm room. it only takes three strides of his long legs to carry him to your own.

he wanted tonight to go well so badly, he’d even go as far as to call himself desperate. he felt like you were just barely within his grasp, where he had intentionally kept you, until you forced yourself closer, capturing his heart in your hands. he knows it’s risky; everything he’s ever had has been taken away. why would you be an exception?

he forces his heart rate to slow down when he hears your footsteps. he’d been so worried he wouldn’t be able to fool you with his forced smile but when you open the door, he can’t stop his lips from curling up naturally on their own. he seems to have picked up that habit the more he spent time with you.

he holds your hand tightly when you grab his, looking up at him with a grin that makes his heart race for an entirely different reason.

first kiss

it’d been years since he’d let himself feel so comfortable around someone. you’d talked for hours over bites of gyoza and sips of sake; by the end of the night, the only thing fuller than dazai’s stomach was his heart.

yokohama nightlife is as busy as ever, but he doesn’t let you stray far from him on the walk back to the dorms, offering you his arm like the gentleman he pretends to be.

the lighting on the second landing of the agency's dormitory is dim and barely does its job of illuminating the walkway, but he thinks you still look gorgeous, even if he can barely make out your features. he can tell your cheeks are rosy from the alcohol, your pupils blown from the darkness, but he hopes it could be because of him, too.

he brushes the hair away from your face, thumb catching on your jaw. he takes a second to compose himself when you practically melt in his hands before he finally asks, “can i kiss you?”

“please.” he brushes his lips gently against your own, but you don’t wait, pushing firmly against his mouth. your lips fit against his so perfectly, it makes every inch of his body light up in pure satisfaction.

you manage to catch the corner of his lips when you kiss him again, a mumbled goodnight, dazai, as you sneak back into your dorm. he hears you giggle behind the door.

he spends the rest of the night staring at his ceiling. when sunlight makes its way into his room, he knows there’s not a chance of him sleeping before he has his shift at the agency, but he doesn’t mind. not when he spent the whole night thinking about you, and how pretty you looked when you smiled at him.

first time spending the night

nighttime was never dazai’s thing. it was easier during his teenage years. after all, the port mafia was the most active at night; he barely had time to think between fulfilling his role as an executive (maybe a little too well) and drinking with odasaku.

as the sun sets, he feels a familiar numbness sink in, thinking about leaving your warm presence, having to go back and be alone with himself.

“it's late, why don't you just stay here tonight?”

he blinks at you, but finds no trace of an ulterior motive. he makes a show of clutching his chest and fainting in your lap, waxing poetic that he couldn’t possibly abandon his love. you roll your eyes, but he wonders if you can tell his heart is racing at the thought that you wanted him around.

he clings to you as you go about your nighttime routine: you brush your teeth with his arms around your waist, wash your face with his buried against your neck, and let him comb your hair for you.

you eventually manage to shoo him away to shut the bathroom door and get changed, even as he whines and begs to stay.

he makes himself comfortable in your bed, waiting patiently for you to join him. he opens his arms with a smile the second he hears the door unlock, letting you get as cozy as you can next to him. he thinks you look adorable in your little pajamas, curled protectively around him, cheek squished against his shoulder. he shivers when you lazily place a kiss on his jaw, murmuring a goodnight, osamu... as your eyes fall shut.

his layers of bandages block the feeling of your breath hitting his neck, but your warmth still bleeds through. he doesn’t know how long he watches you for, but he keeps busy twirling a strand of your hair, committing every detail of your face to memory, just in case.

first time meeting his friends

the smell of the sea carries through the breeze as he approaches his destination: a lone grave, hidden under the shadow of a tree.

“hey odasaku,” he makes himself comfortable on the ground, patting the space next to him for you to join him. you bring his hand to your lap, running your thumb against the edge of his bandages wrapped around his wrist in soothing circles. “this is the person i was telling you about.”

he listens to you talk at first, but his mind starts to wander, and he rests his head back against the grave, letting you play with his fingers. he can't help but imagine a proper introduction; he’d take you to lupin, of course. he wonders what odasaku would say, seeing him in a relationship.

“thank you for taking care of dazai,” is what makes him come back down to earth. he drops his head, letting his bangs shelter his eyes until you lift his chin towards you. “and thank you for sharing this with me.” you brush some of the hair from his face, he tilts down to kiss your palm.

he keeps oda close to himself. the memories of him are one of the only things he allows himself to indulge in, but sharing that piece of himself might be okay if you’re the one he’s sharing it with.

first “i love you”

it’s a few days after his birthday, during rainy season, both of you finding comfort on his futon. the loud sound of the droplets hitting his window nearly drowns out your quiet i love you.

“it’s okay if you don’t feel the same,” you’re quick to justify yourself, playing with the fabric of his shirt to avoid his gaze. “i just needed you to know.”

dazai isn’t used to not knowing what to say. he knows that when he thinks about love, he thinks about you, but the words feel heavy on his tongue. part of him thinks if says them, something bad will happen, like you’ll disappear into thin air. but the other part feels something grow inside of him, something he’s felt when you’d stay awake with him, helping him ground himself. when you remember his coffee order and his favorite foods. when he wakes up, and you're still right there next to him.

“i love you, too.” his confession is even quieter than yours.

you meet his eyes for a brief moment before you’re climbing on top of him, kissing everywhere you can reach on his face before he guides you to his lips, pulling back to brush his nose against yours.

everything he’s ever had has been taken away, but he’s determined to hold onto you.

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thank you sm @yyyxti! I'll have you credited in the pinned most for your help huhu

chuuya taking care of his s/o on their period

p.s.! happy chuu day! this is from my old blog so if you’re still out there anon, i hope you’re feeling better + please take good care of yourself <3 !!

chuuya loves you so so much, and he hates seeing you so uncomfortable. he would gladly switch spots with you if he could

he’s so sweet and understanding when it comes to periods. kouyou raised him well !!

doesn’t mind if accidents happen, like if you ever bleed through the sheets. if you try to apologize, he’s giving you the biggest “are you serious” look before carrying you into the bathroom to get cleaned up while he takes care of the bed

he isn’t squeamish around blood, courtesy of his line of work, but seeing yours, even if it’s from something natural like your period, makes him feel uneasy

speaking of his job, as demanding as it is, he’ll do everything he can to make sure he stays with you on your worst days

if he did have to leave, he’d give you lots of kisses, apologize endlessly, and make sure everything you need is within reach before he leaves. he’d also give you the number that goes directly to his work phone, just in case of an emergency or if you miss him :(

even if you call him while he’s doing something important like a mission, he’ll keep his phone to his ear as he kicks ass with one hand

he’s not the kind of man who’s too insecure to buy pads or tampons, but he’d never leave you alone like this if it isn’t necessary. he sends one of his men to do it for you. and while they’re at it, he’ll tell them to pick up your favorite take out too

he’ll do anything for you on a normal day, but when you don’t feel well he’s especially doting

if you get nauseous, he’s there with a hot cup of you ginger tea. if you’re having a hot flash, he’s grabbing ice packs and holding them to your skin for you. if you have a headache, he’s pulling the curtains closed and pressing kisses against your forehead and temples

and now cramps >:| my mortal enemy. he’ll get you pain relievers, heating pads, a tens machine, give you a massage, take you to an acupuncturist, anything to take away your pain. he’s got lots of money just waiting to be spent, so just say the word, and he’ll do it

if you’re the kind of person who’s bedbound on your period, he’ll stay with you and keep you entertained. he’ll bring video games like mario kart or smash bros where you can be competitive with each other

it’s nice spending time together that you usually don’t get, even if he wishes you weren’t so uncomfortable

when he inevitably loses, he’ll tell you he let you win because you don’t feel well…he’s lying

you’re the only person who’s allowed to laugh at his expense. he knows you’re in pain, and seeing your smile (even if it took a crushed controller to get there) makes him happy

he’ll do anything to make you feel less “gross”: showering with you, face masks, under eye gels, lighting candles, he’ll even do your nails if you want him to

if you bloat and get insecure with your weight, he’ll use his ability to make you lighter

if you get irrationally angry at something, he’s hyping you up!! you could be cussing out the table for stubbing your toe and he’d be like “yeah, you tell em, baby!!”

unless the something you’re angry at is him. in that case, he’s probably learned to just apologize and take the L before an argument happens (even if it hurts his ego to do so

BONUS !

you’re sitting on the counter as chuuya stands between your legs, carefully applying your favorite face mask to your skin after insisting he wanted to take care of you.

he’s so cute all focused, a spa headband pushing his bangs back, his handsome face on full display. you can’t help but kiss his forehead, and then his nose, and then his cheekー

“stop moving, will ya? i’m trying to pamper you.”

“can’t, sorry.” you keep kissing his face, legs wrapping around his back to pull him closer before you finally press your lips against his. “you’re just too pretty.”

his lips turn down, but the pink hue on his cheeks gives him away. “i thought i was taking care of you right now.”

“you were,” you take the brush and jar out of his hand, smearing some on his nose. “it’s my turn.”

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thank you @yyyxti!! Much appreciated <33

Can I request sitting in their lap hcs with Dazai Ranpo and Fyodor

memo! if this is the same anon who sent the first kiss hcs request, you really have the cutest ideas!! ty for the request <3 !!

dazai

if he had it his way, you’d always be on his lap

nothing calms his mind more than getting to nuzzle into your neck and know you’re safe in his arms

plus! very easy access for him to give you kisses <3

now that you’re level with his height, please brush his bangs back and kiss his forehead

it’s not enough to be on his lap; he’s all over you until you can’t tell where he ends and you begin

even if you face away from him, trying to work on something else, he'll poke your cheeks or brush your hair back and kiss along your shoulders until you pay attention to him again

ranpo

if he’s not on your lap, you’re definitely on his

legs thrown across his thighs and arms around his neck while you discuss a case file with him. he’ll tease you and try to see how fast you can solve it

lots and lots of cheek kisses!! how can he help it when they’re right there in front of him…

might make you feed him snacks :| at the very least, you’re holding the bag open. he’ll share with you at least

lets you wear his hat while you’re on his lap. not only does it boost his ego + make you look cute, it’s the perfect opportunity for you to play with his hair

fyodor

he works on his computer often, so sitting on his lap, limbs wrapped around his body, and face tucked against his neck is the perfect way to spend time with him

he touches your back when he pauses to think, trailing his fingers up your spine and down again

he’ll ask your opinion on things every now and then, looking at you fondly when you point something out or agree with him

you can't help but notice how his grip around you tightens when nikolai or sigma come by

the perfect place to nap!! between the keyboard clicks, classical music, and faint scent of tea, there’s always a calmness that’s perfect to fall asleep to

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hi! i found a few of my reblogged @lovedazai fics and was wondering how you’d like me to share them with you! should i reblog and tag y’all?

yess of course!! I'd love to see them and add more to the collection! I'm pretty sure I'm still missing a bunch ;v; Also, you don't have to worry too much if the fic you tag me with is already in this blog's masterlist since I wanna double check anyway 👍 Thank you thank you in advance!!

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what happened to @lovedazai?

She goes by tirasamu now, and stated it here that she wanted a fresh new start. She still makes fics in her new url but I have her permission reblogging her old fics in my blog (she even mentioned that she was flattered by it asfdfkdfjkd.) Hope this clears up a few things, I hope you continue to support her as tirasamu! and thank you for the ask <3

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regarding beandaifuku

hello, people. as you may have known, i have deactivated my old blog (beandaifuku) since about a month ago or so. i really appreciate the love and support received for the blog and the memories created there. as it was my first time creating in tumblr, i am grateful that fun memories were created there, as well as the amount of friends i've made from there

i understand that it was hypocritical of me to delete that blog when i did say i will just keep it archived when i first moved here because i understand the feeling of having works you like deleted. firstly, i am sorry for that. so, i created a collection in AO3 where i have archived some of my works from beandaifuku to there. aside from that, i also have reblogged a few fics and works such as the headcanons to a side blog. you can visit them with these links

AO3 collection

@keshi-medley

as of why i deactivated the blog in the first place—it is mainly because i want to fully move on from it. the writing, the works—they are quite immature writings, so to speak. there are works that i am NOT proud of and i do not want to see it existing. i know it won't fully get deleted since some people did reblog the works, but at least it will just stay in that bubble.

i have archived some fics but i definitely will not archive ALL works or drabbles i have done. because then, what's the point of deleting the blog if i'm just gonna have all works stay up.

and honestly, i also don't see the point of keeping it up when i do not even use the blog anymore. the blog was also infected with (porn)bots liking and following. and quite a number of my fics were flagged unfairly with community labels. as of now, i am very comfortable with my not-so-new identity and blogs.

now, onto some other things.

i know some people probably noticed my attitude on vampire!nikolai AU. frankly said, i have 100% moved on from it. i lost interest with it. generally, i do not really reblog those posts about writers and readers discourse/opinions—usually about how readers should at least give some comments or appreciation for the works a writer has done. i never talk about it, but that doesn't mean i don't care. in fact, i was heavily affected by it in the old blog.

that happened with vampire!nikolai AU after its so-called hype has passed. i was still enthusiastic about it as there were a few people giving asks about it. but that enthusiasm was not reciprocated, which led me to lose interest about it totally. i have completely moved on and i have other AUs i want to explore and write about, such as my latest ongoing series, Trash Sugar Magic.

on a side note, just saying, one of the reasons i'm not sick of stalker!au despite it has basically ended a few months ago is because some people literally analysed the fic and its details—which is like my favourite type of discussion. trust me, your enthusiasm towards a writer's work will keep their enthusiasm alive too.

i really appreciate people who love and find joy in my old works. i definitely am. it was a hard decision for me to deactivate it either since i know people are still tuning in. matter of fact, i have contemplated it for months and started by slowly taking down/privating the stuff i have posted there. and for that, i am deeply sorry.

these are all the information i could share. i honestly do not want to talk about it and keep the rest of my reasons private. but i hope you guys understand and respect my decision. i have no plan of deactivating doukeshi-kun and/or cherikolya. the worst i do in this blog are just blocking people indiscriminately and deleting old insignificant posts.

tldr; i deactivated the old blog because i have moved on and i don't want to see the fics i'm not proud of stay up and my enthusiasm wasn't reciprocated which led me to lose motivation and interest to continue on with certain AU.

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CADENZA ÉTUDE

VARIOUS CHARACTERS X GN!READER

"The day that I met you I started dreaming."

GENRE: Romance/fluff

WARNINGS: Mentions of alcohol, flirting but it's all fluff :] my little sillies<3

(this was written before the chap 109 was animated, I'm no longer silly)

SUMMARY: 'Frequent xxx' (customer, audience, patron etc...) trope with them! :)

CHARACTERS: Pm!Dazai, Ranpo, Jouno, Nikolai

SONGS BEST WITH: Samba de Verao, art house, moonlight, tell me, banana shake, met her on the internet [instrumental], pipo pipo

A/N: Credits to @/suicid6-s for the pm!Dazai part! Really loved the idea :D

DAZAI OSAMU (PM VER.)

You delicately wiped the glass with a soft white cloth, your motions careful as you traced the smooth edges of the glass. Amidst the clinking of glasses and the hum of conversations from other patrons in Bar Lupin, you focused on your task with a serene concentration.

The soft chime of the bar's entrance bell resonated through the quiet ambiance of the establishment, accompanied by the gentle sound of footsteps approaching. Without lifting your head, the sing-song tone of your name uttered in the familiar voice was enough to identify the visitor— there was no mistaking who it was.

"Shall it be the usual, Dazai?"

You greeted him in a soft tone, setting aside the glass cup you were tending to, and turning your attention towards him with a composed expression. As he settled onto a stool, his arms draping over the table and his chin resting in his hand, he responded with his trademark grin, casting a playful gaze in your direction. "Actually, nope! I wanna try something new today. What's your personal favorite drink?"

You let out a thoughtful hum, your brows slightly furrowing as you responded. "I'm sorry, but I don't actually drink alcohol."

Your gaze remained on him, watching his reaction closely. His surprise was evident as he let out an intrigued noise. "Oh? That's quite unexpected."

"Unexpected? In what way?" you chuckled softly, reaching for a freshly washed cup to dry. He shrugged, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "I mean, you're a bartender. Typically, bartenders enjoy alcohol themselves, and it helps them recommend drinks to their customers based on personal experience."

"Aren't you a bit too young to be drinking?"

"Aren't you a bit too young to be working in a bar?" he countered with a smirk.

You sighed, choosing not to get too wrapped up in his playful banter. "Alright, how about a Virgin Mojito then?" you offered.

He gave you a thumbs up and a nod, settling onto the stool and idly kicking his feet. It struck you as a bit peculiar since he usually came accompanied by two older regulars, which was a bit unusual given his relatively young age. However, you didn't dwell on it too much– you'd only started working at the bar a few months ago, so you weren't privy to all the details.

You weren't entirely sure about the nature of the trio's work, but you had a nagging suspicion that their jobs were far from innocent, definitely something beyond what should be exposed to younger individuals.

Nevertheless, your responsibility at the bar was clear– serve customers and provide a bit of conversation when they desired it. You'd been careful not to intrude on their interactions too much, speaking only when they initiated the conversation themselves.

The brunette of the group, in particular, stood out as the most talkative customer you'd ever encountered. From your very first day on the job, his eyes would light up upon seeing you, and he'd make a beeline for your station with an infectiously cheerful grin.

From that first encounter, he always seemed to find a reason to chat with you, regardless of how busy the bar was or who he was with. There was something infectious about his energy, and although you were used to dealing with various kinds of people, there was something different about this young man.

It wasn’t just that he was outgoing. There was a sharpness in his eyes, an observant quality that suggested he was always thinking several steps ahead. Yet he had an easy charm that drew people in, and despite yourself, you found you looked forward to his visits.

He would regale you with tales that ranged from the absurd to the profound, often all in the same breath. You never quite knew how much of what he said was true, but you found you didn't mind. His stories, whether they were about his misadventures or poetic musings on life, were always entertaining.

"I don't mean to intrude, but I was just wondering where your other two friends are," you said in a hushed tone, your hands deftly working on muddling the mint leaves in a glass. He responded with a nonchalant hum, toying with the decorations on the bar table. "Ah, they're caught up with work today. Just me this time."

He catches your glance but dismisses it with a carefree attitude. "Though I might be flying solo tonight, it's not like I'm truly alone, right?" he chuckles, offering you a playful wink (or blink, considering one of his eyes is concealed by a bandage).

Arching an eyebrow, you continue juicing a lime. "What do you mean?"

"Just that having you around keeps me company," he replies with a grin.

You can't help but groan, your eyes playfully rolling as you hand him his drink. His laughter fills the air in response to your reaction, and he raises his glass in a mock toast before downing it in a few hearty swigs. His eyes widen dramatically, and he lets out an exaggerated gasp. "This drink is absolutely divine, much like the talented bartender who concocted it!"

You tried to hide the slight blush that tinged your cheeks, though the warm atmosphere of the bar helped camouflage it. "You're quite the charmer, aren't you, Dazai?" You replied, unable to hold back a smile.

He smirked, setting the glass down, leaning slightly over the counter. "Only when I see someone worth charming."

With a playful huff, you turned to assist another customer, muttering, "Flattery won't get you another free drink."

Dazai chuckled, his playful demeanor making the atmosphere light and lively. "Worth a try, wasn't it?"

"But wait," he beckons you with a finger, prompting you to turn your gaze back to him. His grin broadens, and he rises, leaning in over the counter, bringing himself close to your ear. His sudden movement catches you off guard, a soft gasp escaping your lips as your eyes widen momentarily. "Who knows," he murmurs, his voice a low, playful hum. You're caught between surprise and intrigue, your heart pounding a little faster.

"Sweet talk might just earn you someone's digits," he continues, his tone light and conspiratorial. A small smile tugs at your lips, his flirtatious approach managing to break through your usual composed demeanor.

In a swift motion, his warm hand holds yours, and your eyes flick down to find a slip of paper nestled between his fingers. Your pulse quickens, and you glance back up to meet his gaze. "Give me a call sometime, cutie," he whispers, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "But be discreet; my boss has a thing for tracking phones~"

You stared at the slip of paper for a moment, his handwritten number scribbled on it. Then, you looked back up to see him already heading to the bar exit, tossing one of his usual cheeky waves over his shoulder.

A laugh bubbled up from your chest as you shook your head, your smile growing wider. Dazai was undeniably different and unpredictable, which made your shifts all the more interesting.

You tucked the slip of paper into your pocket, deciding to think about the whole 'calling' thing later. Right now, you had other patrons to serve, though a certain charming brunette had certainly brightened up your night.

RANPO EDOGAWA

You gaze at the moving conveyor belt, a perplexed look on your face, your nose wrinkled and your lips downturned. This man, a regular visitor to your convenience store, seems to have an unending appetite for sweets. It's not that you're in any position to pass judgment, but his frequent purchases of candy and nothing else pique your curiosity. The sheer volume of candy he buys makes you contemplate if he's using them to feed a colony of sewer rats; the quantity he purchases would be enough to sustain a family for an entire week.

Determining his age is a challenge as well. Had he not loudly declared his age as 26, you might have easily mistaken him for a high schooler or, worse yet, an elementary school student.

You often find yourself pondering the reasons behind his frequent visits to your store. After all, your convenience store seems perpetually empty. Whenever he unloads an entire cart brimming with snacks onto the counter, an awkward silence ensues, accompanied only by the store's background music and the repetitive beeping of the barcode scanner.

Over time, you've come to develop a sense of respect for him. You've discovered that he works as a detective at an agency across the street, and his intelligence is something you can't help but admire.

"So, can I have all of this without paying?" he pouts, placing his hands on his hips while you gawk at the two overflowing carts of snacks. Your disbelief is evident, your eyes twitching slightly. "Excuse me, what?"

He huffs, arms crossed and whining like a child. "Exactly! I rescued you from that obnoxious customer earlier, so isn't it only fair that you repay my heroic efforts by letting me have all of this without paying?" He keeps on whining, oblivious to the baffled expression on your face.

It's true, he did intervene when you were about to face a difficult customer, using a combination of insults aimed at the customer's ego and some unusually accurate observations that only someone with keen attention to detail could make. This unexpected help had effectively driven the troublesome customer away.

"Well…yes, but the best I can offer is a discount," you retorted, frustration evident in your voice as you flipped through the coupon book. He emitted another exaggerated whine, his body flopping halfway onto the conveyor belt. "Just a discount? Like, 5% off or something? Come on, can't you cut your favorite customer some slack?"

Your patience wearing thin, you pinched the bridge of your nose, shooting him a stern look. "Mr. Ranpo, you practically emptied the entire store of junk food. And besides, the store's policies are beyond my control."

"Also, you're not my favorite customer."

"I'm the only customer here that has ever step foot in your store so frequently, I definitely am."

Exasperated, you let out a frustrated sigh. "Look, your options are a discount or no discount," you countered, the irritation clear in your voice as you fought the urge to bang your head against the counter in frustration. He shot you a defiant glare, slamming his palms on the counter. "Nope, I want all of them for free."

"I swear, I'll kick you out of this store," you ground out through clenched teeth, your frustration reaching its peak. His response was a mischievous giggle. "Oh, come now. If you toss me out, I'll be forced to report you for attempted violence. After all, I'm a detective," he quipped, a self-satisfied grin playing on his lips.

He shifted his attention to your features, his emerald eyes intently studying every dimple, freckle, curve, and wrinkle on your face. As his gaze lingered, you couldn't help but feel a surge of nervousness washing over you.

Your heart rate increases slightly, a warm blush coloring your cheeks. The way he's scrutinizing you with those keen eyes makes you wonder if he's trying to deduce something, or if he's genuinely admiring you. The atmosphere is thick with tension, and the longer the silence stretches, the more awkward you feel.

His lips part a few times, as if he's on the verge of saying something, only to close them again, leaving the words unspoken. The room is filled with the soft hum of the AC, interrupted occasionally by the beep of the cash register.

His gaze never wavers from your face, and you're trapped in his intense focus, a butterfly pinned under a magnifying glass. You clear your throat, trying to break the silence. "Is there...something on my face?"

He blinks, as if rousing from a reverie. "You…"

"You have quite prominent under-eye circles," he blurts out, catching you off guard and prompting you to look at him with a mix of surprise and confusion.

For a moment, you're taken aback. The silence grows heavy again, but now it's infused with a tinge of embarrassment. You touch the skin under your eyes self-consciously, fully aware of the late nights and early mornings that have taken their toll.

"Well, thank you for that...observation," you reply dryly, trying to keep your composure.

"Did you skip meals? You seem quite drained," he mumbles, his concern evident as he observes your slightly disheveled hair and dry lips. You nonchalantly shrugged, shifting your attention to scanning his snacks. "No, I don't get a chance to eat during my shift."

He gapes in astonishment, his mouth hanging open. "Heh?"

"Well, are you interested in the discount or not?"

He stares at you, dumbfounded. "…Discount."

You nod, proceeding to scan all of his snacks and neatly bagging them up as he pays the required amount, not bothering with the receipt. Awkward silence follows before you quietly bid him goodbye.

With a sigh, you finally take a seat, burying your face in your hands, just wanting the day to be over. That's when you notice a pack of strawberry mochis placed in front of you. "What…?" you mumble, picking up the pack of mochis and staring at Ranpo, who's happily walking away with his bags. "Hey, you forgot something—!"

"Keep it! It's for you!" he calls back, flashing a cheeky smile. Panic sets in, and you quickly stand from your stool.

"What?! What if my boss checks the security footage—?"

"Meh, there's gonna be an electrical outage in a few minutes, that's why I stalled for time!"

He called out gleefully, his back turned to you. Your mouth opened in shock. "Wait, you can't just-"

But before you could finish your sentence, the lights in the store flickered, going off completely. True to his words, there had been an electrical outage.

You sighed, staring at the pack of strawberry mochis in your hand, your annoyance slowly being replaced by a small smile. As you savored the mochi, you couldn't help but shake your head at Ranpo's antics. Despite his playful behavior, there was something endearing about him. You leaned against the counter, enjoying the moment of respite and sweetness he had unknowingly brought into your day.

It wasn’t the first time he’d pulled some outlandish stunt in the store, but it was the first time he'd done something considerate for you. You knew deep down, amidst his eccentricities, he had a good heart.

As the time ticked by, you occasionally took another mochi, savoring the sweet flavor, all the while imagining the smug grin that would be on Ranpo's face if he saw you enjoying the treat.

Hmph, maybe you should let him off the hook next time.

...

"Ahh...Welp, thanks for cutting the electrical cord, Atsushi! Now, lead me back to the agency!"

NIKOLAI GOGOL

"Now, for this last mesmerizing illusion, I require a willing participant…"

Nikolai's gaze sweeps across the eager faces in the audience, his eyes dancing from one person to another until they finally lock onto you– a familiar figure he's come to recognize. A playful grin tugs at his lips as his finger extends, aiming directly in your direction. His voice rings out, amplified by the acoustics of the stage, "What do you say, my enthusiastic supporter? How about you?"

The spotlight swivels and suddenly shines upon you, casting a warm glow and drawing the attention of the entire audience to where you sit. You feel a rush of heat to your cheeks, a mixture of surprise and bashfulness. A murmur runs through the crowd, accompanied by a few whispers and chuckles.

Taken aback, you blink a couple of times, trying to adjust to the sudden shift in attention. Everyone awaits your decision, and Nikolai's playful smirk only deepens. "Don't be shy," he calls out, motioning you with a dramatic flourish of his hand, "After all, it's not every day one gets to share the stage with the great Nikolai!"

Gathering your courage, you give a small nod and stand up. The audience claps, encouraging you as you make your way to the stage. As you approach, Nikolai extends a hand to help you up. The feel of his hand is warm, and you can't help but notice his firm grip, which seems to reassure you.

"Now, for this trick," he announces, making sure you're comfortably positioned beside him, "we will need to trust one another. Are you ready?"

You nod, curiosity growing. But deep inside, you wonder- what exactly has Nikolai planned?

A nervous swallow passes through your throat as his grip on your hand loosens, and you find yourself captivated by the intensity in his gaze. "No need to fret, my dove," he assures you in a hushed tone, his lips curving into an encouraging smile. In a swift motion, he slips off his coat and gently envelops you in it, the fabric cocooning you from the world around.

"Behold," he announces with an air of excitement, addressing the audience as he raises his voice slightly. "In a mere moment, with the lift of my coat, this enchanting dove by my side shall vanish into thin air!" The audience responds with a mixture of intrigued whispers and eager applause.

You catch the soft murmur of his counting, his breath brushing against your ear through the thin fabric of his coat. His reassuring words reach your ears, calming your nerves slightly. "Stay composed, darling. You might experience a brief sensation of dizziness," he murmurs before his voice projects once more. "And now, in 3, 2…1!"

You let out a startled gasp as you plummet through a golden-rimmed portal, landing on the ground with an involuntary yelp. Blinking rapidly, you find yourself backstage, a surge of surprise sweeping through you. Swiftly regaining your composure, you rise to your feet just as the audience's astonished gasps reach your ears. With a sense of urgency, you press your ear against the door, catching muffled snippets of his voice. "Oh! Where did they disappear to?" his voice resonates through the door. "No need to fret— I can certainly bring them back!"

A startled shriek escapes your lips as a hand makes contact with your shoulder, causing you to spin around in alarm. Before you stands the familiar golden-rimmed portal, and through it pokes Nikolai's hand. With nimble movements, he fumbles around in search of your figure, a soft muttering reaching your ears. "Oh my, where could you be— aha!" His giggle rings out as his hand finds purchase on your arm, tugging you back through the portal. A wave of disorientation washes over you, and as your vision clears, you find yourself once again under the shelter of his coat, your surroundings obscured.

"Apologies for the unexpected surprise, cutie," he murmurs, his words directed solely at you. "And now, with a flourish, let us unveil our esteemed participant once again!" His enthusiastic announcement carries through the air as he begins the countdown anew, and with a swift motion, he whisks the coat away, revealing you standing there, your hand pressed against your forehead, battling the waves of nausea.

With the bright stage lights hitting your eyes and the raucous applause of the audience ringing in your ears, you struggle to find your footing. Nikolai shoots you a quick, apologetic smile, acknowledging the ordeal he just put you through. Yet, his eyes gleam with mischief, making you question if he truly was sorry.

"And there you have it! Our brave volunteer returned safe and sound!" Nikolai exclaims, giving a dramatic bow to the audience, pulling you into it as well.

As the applause continues, you can't help but shoot a playful glare at the mischievous magician, who only winks back at you in response.

"Where did you disappear to under the coat?" a curious audience member shouts, prompting others to lean forward, awaiting your response. Flustered, you begin to stumble over your words, but before you can answer, Nikolai's finger presses gently against your lips, silencing you.

"Ah, ah, a magician never reveals their secrets!" Nikolai chimes in, his voice dripping with playfulness. His eyes twinkle mischievously as he maintains his finger on your lips, his touch light and teasing, his secret intact. "Whatever happened stays between me and them, okay?"

As the crowd begins to disperse, Nikolai turns his attention to you, his lips curving into a small, playful smile. "Since you've been such a loyal audience member, it's only fair to give you a special reward, don't you think?" he teases, his voice laced with amusement. You tilt your head in puzzlement, intrigued by his words.

He suddenly spins around, momentarily concealing himself from your view. Before you can react, he suddenly spins back around and presses his lips to yours, causing you to gasp in surprise. But then you realize, it's not a kiss– his lips hold a single stem of rose, which he passes to you with his mouth, a sly grin tugging at his lips. Your eyes widen in astonishment as you accept the unexpected gift, the whole spectacle leaving you both amused and charmed.

He lingered for a moment longer than necessary, the edges of his lips brushing against yours, before pulling back with a smug grin. The red rose now rested between your lips, its fragrance wafting into your nose. You took the rose out, slightly dazed, meeting his amused eyes.

"Now that," he murmured with a chuckle, "is my version of a magic trick. Did you enjoy it?"

Caught off guard by his audacity, you found yourself blushing deeply, the sensation of the brief contact still fresh on your lips. You cleared your throat, trying to come up with a witty reply, but all you managed was a flustered, "That was…unexpected."

Nikolai just laughed, his eyes shining with mischief. "Well, I always believe in leaving my audience surprised. And you," he pointed a finger at your flushed face, "look delightfully surprised."

"I'll be anticipating for your next appearance, cutie!"

JOUNO SAIGIKU

Jouno seldom found himself within shops, especially not a quaint flower shop. However, the alluring scent of delicate blooms each time he passed by those streets proved irresistible. His feet would carry him to a stop in front of your shop, the tranquil melody of birds perched above your signboard soothing his usually restless mind.

The rhythmic sound of your scissors snipping through the plants, the gentle and almost melodic tap of your boots on the floor— it all had a way of driving him to a level of fascination bordering on obsession. In those moments, he felt a strong impulse to forsake his obligations and remain within the confines of your shop indefinitely. The temptation to abandon his responsibilities and simply sit on the bench outside your establishment, enveloped by the delicate fragrance of flowers, was a whisper that tugged at his rationality.

You've come to recognize his sporadic visits. Each time he steps in, you greet him with a polite nod and a gentle smile. But it always baffles you when he politely declines to make any purchases. Instead, he seems content to simply meander through your shop, his fingers delicately brushing over the petals of each bloom. The subtle jingle of his bell earrings harmonizes perfectly with the melodic tinkle of your wind chimes, creating a soothing ambience that feels almost enchanting.

"I have no use for flowers, considering I can't even see them," he'd chuckle, settling onto a stool while you hummed a gentle tune, the sound of your preparation filling the air. "I do enjoy your shop, though. The fragrance here is pleasant. Unlike the other establishments in the city, which often prove overwhelming to my heightened senses."

"I'm honored that someone from the Hunting Dogs feels that way," you'd giggle, stirring the tea in the cup with a gentle clinking of metal against porcelain.

Despite the calming atmosphere your shop usually offers, Jouno's presence tends to unsettle many. Customers often hasten their purchases, placing the exact change on the counter and leaving hastily, eager to avoid any interaction with him. You're well-aware of his reputation and the dark tales about his sadistic tendencies. But watching him perch so docilely on your stool, akin to a well-behaved cat, always amused you. Especially when he offers nothing more than an innocent– albeit teasing– smile to the wary customers.

Having Jouno in your shop is akin to having a watchdog (he's a Hunting DOG for a reason), despite his seemingly placid demeanor. Each time the bell at the entrance chimes, he goes on alert, his senses keenly tuning in to identify the newcomer. And when you need to disappear into the storage area, perhaps to replenish stock or take a quick break, he silently assumes the role of sentinel. Positioned against a wall, one hand casually resting on his sword's hilt, he serves as an unmistakable deterrent. Any potential wrongdoer would think twice, as the sight of a police officer, even one with a seemingly passive expression, is enough to deter any notions of mischief.

"You really should consider not intimidating my customers," you exhale with a hint of exasperation, your attention focused on jotting down new information. Meanwhile, Jouno remains steadfast with his arms folded, a faint chuckle escaping his lips. "Oh? And why's that? I'm just ensuring your safety, after all."

"You're like a human scarecrow, scaring away both crows and customers," you playfully retort, raising an eyebrow at him. Jouno's chuckle deepens, his posture relaxed despite the serious air he exudes. "Well, if I'm a scarecrow, then consider me the one guarding the most precious field." He inclines his head slightly, his lips quirking into a half-smile that suggests both mischief and genuine affection.

A/N: CORNY CORNY CORNY CORNY

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WHIRLWIND SEDUCTION

VARIOUS CHARACTERS X GN!READER

"With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride. You're toxic, I'm slippin' under. With a taste of a poison paradise- I'm addicted to you; don't you know that you're toxic?"

GENRE: Suggestive

WARNINGS: Lots of kissing/making out, jealousy in Chuuya's, some of them are established relationships some aren't, mentions of injuries, implied sexual intercourse, oopsie Nikolai with his hair down, soft!Fyodor? Tecchou is the only one with wholesome intentions

SUMMARY: Under what circumstances do they seize you in a rough, impassioned kiss?

CHARACTERS: Chuuya, Jouno, Dazai, Nikolai, Fyodor, Tecchou

A/N: hi did you guys know I love them

4.01k+ words of kissing damn

ANGER/JEALOUSY

CHUUYA NAKAHARA

Chuuya often treated you with delicate care, as if you were a fragile glass that could shatter with just a touch, despite your consistent reassurances that you were not as weak as he perceived you to be.

He was acutely aware of his own strength, knowing that even the slightest touch from him could send someone flying into a wall. As a result, he always handled you with utmost gentleness, his fingers gently twirling your hair or his lips leaving soft kisses on your cheek. His actions reflected his desire to protect you and keep you safe, even if it meant treating you as something delicate.

But at this moment, Chuuya had you seated on his lap, his arms resting on your hips as he leaned in to bite and nibble on your neck.

"Chuuya...are you jealous?" you murmured, your hands finding their place on his shoulders. Before you could finish your sentence, he pulled you in for a kiss, grunting in a mixture of annoyance and affection. "Please—" he whispered, his lips still lingering close to yours, "-don't talk right now."

He gently rubbed circles on your hips, using the motion as a way to convey his apology for his current behavior. Deep down, he knew he had no right to feel jealous, or perhaps he did?

The sight of a stranger chatting with you and making advances while Chuuya ordered drinks at the pub caught him off guard. It wasn't what he had expected, and the feeling of discomfort it stirred within him wasn't welcomed either.

"Sorry, 'm just really pissed." he groaned, his voice laced with frustration. He pushed your head further into his lips, muffling any sounds of protest or pleasure that escaped your mouth.

With tender affection, his hands caressed your cheeks softly, appreciating the glossy texture of your lips and the flushed hue adorning your cheeks. "Still hooked up on it?"

He sighed, his head slumping into the crook of your neck as he held you close, his grip tightening in an attempt to find solace. His head nodded, a silent acknowledgment of his continued frustration as the scenes of the stranger persistently attempting to invade your personal space replayed in his mind. The memory fueled his irritation, stirring a mixture of protectiveness and possessiveness within him.

You let out a surprised hum as Chuuya abruptly stood up, effortlessly hoisting you over his shoulder. He began striding toward your shared bedroom, leaving his fedora hat behind on the couch. "Chuuya?" you called out, a mix of confusion and curiosity in your voice.

With an annoyed click of his tongue, Chuuya swiftly tossed you onto the bed. He leaned over you, capturing your lips in one last intense kiss, his teeth gently tugging at your lower lip.

He stares at your neck, adorned with love bites and hickeys. His eyes darkened with intensity as he leaned down, his lips hovering near your ear, his warm breath sending a ticklish sensation along the shell of your ear.

" 'Gonna mark you up, doll. Can't have anyone thinking they have a chance."

JOUNO SAIGIKU

In this one-sided argument, you found yourself doing all the lecturing while Jouno simply listened, his eye visibly twitching and his jaw tightly clenched. Despite his smile, it was evident that he was growing increasingly frustrated and irritated by your words.

He made a valiant effort to maintain his composure, but the way he responded to your words with that aggravating smile of his only served to further stoke the fire within you. "Are you mocking me?" you exclaimed, unable to hide your frustration.

He shook his head, his brows furrowing, yet he continued to smile, his honey-like silky voice that you usually adored now becoming a source of annoyance to your ears. "In no way am I mocking you, darling." he replied, his tone still laced with that infuriating charm.

"Then stop looking at me like that!" you raised your voice, frustration evident in your voice. "You act as if you don't take me seriously at all, always smiling and retorting. Do you even care about me, Jouno? Because it certainly doesn't seem like it—"

Your words were abruptly silenced by a sudden slam, leaving you startled and frozen in place. Jouno rose from his chair, a clear frown etched on his face. It was apparent that you had struck a nerve, pushing one of his buttons.

He strode toward you, his tall figure looming over yours, and you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of smallness under his gaze. Now, with him standing right in front of you, it became all too apparent just how furious you had managed to make him. His anger was palpable, and you couldn't deny the intensity radiating from his presence.

"Sometimes, you should use that pretty little head of yours to think properly," he whispered, his irritation evident in his voice. Despite his annoyance, his fingers maintained a gentle grip, hooking your chin to tilt your head closer to his face. "You have no idea how much I care about you, do you?" His smile returned, but this time it carried a hint of intensity as he roughly pressed his lips against yours.

His other hand swiftly wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he continued to kiss you on the lips. "You and your- mmf- accusations—" he muttered between kisses. His hand wandered to the back of your head, gently encouraging you to move closer.

Parting away, he chuckled sadistically, sensing your rapid heartbeat and the rise in temperature of your body. "—maybe I should just show you how much I love you."

TENSION

DAZAI OSAMU

Dazai couldn't help himself. You looked absolutely adorable, stumbling into the agency with damp hair and panicked breaths, apologizing profusely for your tardiness, all because of the heavy rain that had chosen to grace you today.

With your clothes clinging to your form and water dripping from the hem, he felt a protective urge surge within him. He got up from his desk, abandoning whatever work he was pretending to do, and approached you with a sly grin.

"Seems like someone forgot to bring their umbrella," he teased, lightly tapping your nose with his index finger.

You huffed, rolling your eyes but unable to suppress the smile tugging at your lips. "It wasn't supposed to rain today! The weather forecast betrayed me."

He let out a soft laugh, removing his coat and draping it over your shoulders. The sight was endearing- his coat almost swallowed you whole, with the hem nearly touching the ground. He bit back a smirk, delighting in how you looked enveloped in his attire.

Naturally, you should've seen it coming too. He conjured up some pretext to tell your colleagues, then swiftly seized your hand, leading you to a vacant storage room. The door closed behind you with a soft click, leaving only the sliver of light from beneath the door as illumination.

His chest pressed closely to yours, the confined area amplifying the warmth between you. "Dazai?" Your voice was a mere whisper, a mix of uncertainty and a hint of embarrassment.

"Gosh, you look absolutely adorable," he murmured, giving you a small smile as his fingers brushed against your cheek. "Did you do this on purpose, hmm? Coming in late and taking a run out in the rain— do you realize how incredibly attractive you look right now? And dear lord, don't even get me started on my coat on you." His voice dropped lower as he leaned in closer.

His dark eyes sparkled mischievously as they locked onto yours, the closeness making your heartbeat spike. "Wearing my coat, all drenched from the rain... I've half a mind to think you're trying to drive me insane on purpose," he teased, his voice dropping an octave. His fingers gently traced the wet strands of your hair, brushing them behind your ear. "I must say," he whispered, lips hovering just inches from yours, "the sight is quite...enticing."

Dazai leaned in even closer, his lips brushing lightly against yours as he whispered, "Maybe I should properly thank you for the view, hmm?" His voice was filled with playful seduction as he closed the final distance, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss that left no doubt about his intentions.

His kisses were slow and deep, filled with a raw intensity that sent electric shivers through your body. The storage room seemed to shrink around you as the kiss deepened, and the sensation of his hands on your hips and back only added to the overwhelming arousal that pooled in the pit of your stomach. You kissed him back with equal fervor, unable to resist the magnetic pull between you two.

His teasing smirk widened just a touch, his thumb gently stroking your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. "Did you really think I'd be able to resist you, looking like this?" He leaned even closer, his warm breath fanning against your lips. "You, drenched, vulnerable, and wrapped in my coat— it's a sight to behold."

Swallowing hard, you tried to form a coherent response, but his proximity made it difficult. "Dazai, I didn't plan any of this.." you whined.

Your hands instinctively found their way to his hair, the soft strands slipping through your fingers as you pulled him even closer. Every thought evaporated in the heat of the moment, lost in the intensity of his kiss. The world around you seemed to blur, leaving just the two of you in this stolen moment.

Dazai's kisses grew more urgent, his lips trailing down your neck, nipping and teasing. The sensation made you arch against him, the friction between your bodies causing a shiver to run down your spine. His name slipped from your lips in a breathless whisper, only fueling his ardor.

"Hold on— we're in the agency!" you protested, placing a hand against his forehead to gently distance his face from yours. The rapid beat of your heart echoed in your ears, especially as you took in his reddened cheeks, slightly parted lips, and that familiar smug smile lurking in his half-lidded gaze.

Dazai let out a soft chuckle, his breath warm against your skin. "Well, darling, isn't that what makes it all the more exciting?" He whispered, his voice dripping with mischief. His hand slipped to yours, fingers lacing together as he pressed another sweet, lingering kiss to your lips before reluctantly pulling away.

"We'll continue this at home later."

NIKOLAI GOGOL

"Why did you bring us here?"

You ask, nestled in the passenger seat as Nikolai maneuvers the vehicle. His hand grips the steering wheel, guiding the car (likely acquired through questionable means) into a vacant parking spot.

He lets out a soft laugh, running a hand through his tousled hair. For once, he appeared...ordinary. While he still sported his signature clownish pants, he paired it with a plain black shirt, his hair in a messy braid. The sight was refreshingly mundane.

"Well, any guesses on why we're here?"

Nikolai inquires, his gaze shifting to you as he props his elbow on the door's edge. A crooked smile graces his lips, his mismatched eyes scanning your form. You meet his gaze, your posture tense as you sit upright, your hands clenched into fists on your thighs. "Honestly, I haven't a clue. You rang me up in the dead of night, won't spill a word, and now I find myself in an empty parking lot. Planning on abducting me or something?"

His grin softens, amusement dancing in his multi-hued eyes. "Do I look like I'm trying to kidnap you?" He chuckles, adjusting his position so he's leaning slightly closer to you. The proximity causes a flutter in your chest, and you find yourself swallowing hard.

"You tell me," you reply with feigned bravado, holding his gaze.

Nikolai chuckles again, deeper this time. "I just wanted to spend some time with you," he murmurs, his voice low and soft. "Away from the chaos and prying eyes. Just us."

"You're behaving rather strangely," you remarked, a skeptical edge to your tone as you squinted at him. "And what's with that outfit? You look like...one of those guys you see at the gym."

"Are you implying I look attractive in this?"

"Cut it out."

Nikolai lets out a hearty laugh, his shoulders shaking with mirth. "Come on, I'm not that bad, am I?" He winks playfully at you. You roll your eyes, unable to suppress a small smile. "You're insufferable, you know that?"

"Insufferably charming, perhaps?" He grins, leaning even closer. The casual banter between you both feels oddly comforting.

"More like insufferably annoying."

He leans in closer still, his lips dangerously close to yours. "Hmm, is that so?" he murmurs, his warm breath brushing against your skin.

Your throat tightened, your muscles growing tense. He was mere inches away, leaning in with his elbows resting on the back of your seat, creating a kind of enclosure around you. You found yourself at a loss for words, his proximity rendering you momentarily speechless.

Nikolai's gaze flickers down to your lips, his expression growing more serious. He reaches out a hand, his fingers brushing against your cheek softly. "You know, there's a reason I brought you here," he murmurs, his voice low and intimate.

Your heart races in your chest, his proximity and touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. "And what's that?" you manage to breathe out, your voice barely above a whisper.

He leans in even closer, his lips hovering just above yours. He whispers, his eyes locked onto yours with a mixture of mischief and desire.

"To steal a kiss."

A startled breath escapes your lips as his hand engages the lever of your seat, causing it to recline abruptly and sending you sprawling back with unexpected force. The passenger seat collides with the backseat, leaving you yelping in surprise as your back meets the cushioned surface with a thud.

"What the—" you exclaim, your voice rising with shock. Your eyes widen further as Nikolai deftly maneuvers, clambering onto your seat and positioning himself with hands braced on either side of your head.

With a mischievous grin, he gazes down at you, his braid cascading over his shoulder, its tips gently caressing the sides of your cheeks. "What a lovely sight," he whispers, savoring the twinkle in your eyes, the dim light from the streetlamps outside casting a soft, romantic glow through the car window.

He dips closer, capturing your lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. A muted moan escapes him, feeling the sensation of you writhing beneath him, one of your hands threading through his hair, pulling him even closer.

A soft sigh escapes his lips as your fingers deftly remove the small pom-pom hair tie from his hair. It unravels, allowing his silky hair to cascade down like a curtain, providing a shield of intimacy for both of your faces. "Your lips tastes s' good.." he grunts.

He breaks away, his breath coming in heavy pants, a thin trail of saliva connecting your tongues for a brief moment. His cheeks are tinged with a subtle flush.

His lips curled into a smirk as one of his hands tilted your chin upward, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Hm, good thing the parking lot's empty, and the windows are tinted."

He chuckled, his eyes locking onto yours as he leaned down to whisper beside your ear.

"Looks like we have a few hours until sunrise."

FYODOR DOSTOEYVSKY

Perched on the rooftop bench, Fyodor's gaze wandered through the canvas of the starry night sky. Occasionally, his attention shifted to you, nestled against his side with your head resting on his shoulder. His pallid hands delicately wove between your fingers, engaging in a playful dance, and he gently caressed your knuckles while he listened to the soft hums escaping your lips.

"The stars are exceptionally beautiful tonight," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. Fyodor nodded in agreement, stealing a fleeting glance at you.

"Indeed, they are."

A moment of silence enveloped you both, broken only by the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant hum of passing airplanes. Fyodor's gaze remained fixed on your eyes, captivated by how they seemed to mirror the stars, like tiny celestial beings dancing in the depths of your irises. His expression softened, and he stopped his ministrations on your knuckles.

With a chuckle, he turned his head to gaze at you. "Has anyone ever told you how ethereal you look, my dear?"

You blinked, fixing your gaze on him with pursed lips before breaking into a smile, shaking your head with a hearty laugh. "Yeah, you, of course."

He chuckles in return, the corner of his mouth lifting in amusement. "Well, it's a sentiment worth repeating," he says, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "Because every time I look at you, it feels like the first time I noticed."

And it's not the truth. Because he always sees— every detail, every nuance. Every time he looks at you, his breath catches, struck by your captivating presence. With every glimpse of you, the world's transgressions fade, and in his eyes, you remain the only pure essence he's ever known.

He draws closer, his lips poised to graze yours, but the instant your mouths meet, the sensation, the taste— it ignites an intense fervor within him. He releases a quiet, seductive murmur, his hand tenderly cupping your cheek, guiding your head into a more entrancing alignment, as if consuming your very essence, absolving all sins.

The intensity of his kiss grows, the deep connection causing your guarded posture to melt away. Your heart races as his fingertips trail from your face, gently resting at the nape of your neck, drawing you into the embrace even more. Breathlessly, you murmur his name, "Fedya— ", only to be silenced as his other arm encircles your waist, pulling you flush against him, leaving no room between you two, the warmth of his touch enveloping you completely.

"Hush now," he whispers between fervent kisses. A soft protest escapes you as you momentarily break away for air, but he swiftly uses his thumb to gently coax your lips apart, drawing you back into a consuming kiss, his tongue tenderly intertwining with yours.

Your protests turn into soft moans as he dominates the kiss, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip rendering you breathless. The world around you seems to fade as your senses drown in the intoxicating taste of his lips and the warmth of his tongue dancing with yours, leaving no room for words, only the electrifying sensation of his passionate embrace.

The gentle texture of your shirt elicits a frustrated groan from him, and his fingers slip beneath the fabric, seeking the comforting warmth of your skin. As his cold fingertips graze your body, a delightful shiver courses through you, not from frostiness but from the electrifying sensation of his touch. His thumb traces soothing circles on your hips, causing you to whimper softly amid the unending cascade of his passionate kisses.

His fingertips trace a path of fire on your skin, each touch igniting a new wave of desire. Every inch of you becomes hypersensitive to his caresses. The contrast between the coolness of his fingers and the heat bubbling up from within you is dizzying. With every teasing circle his thumb draws, your heart rate spikes, and your breaths come out in short, heated pants.

Each kiss becomes more desperate, more needy, as you both become lost in the whirlwind of emotions and sensations, the world beyond you two fading into a mere whisper.

With a gentle sigh, he withdraws, allowing you to nuzzle into the curve of his neck, your breaths coming in soft, contented pants as you both seek solace in the intimacy you've just shared. His fingers tenderly sweep your hair back, tucking it behind your ear as he gazes upon your flushed countenance, captivated by the allure of your post-passion glow. He chuckles softly, his lips pressing a tender kiss onto the crown of your head. "I'm not letting you go tonight, my dear. I think we've spent our time too far apart lately."

WORRY

TECCHOU SUEHIRO

Tecchou had never experienced such fear before in his life. He paced anxiously around the lobby, his gaze fixated on the floor as his hand clenched the hilt of his sword. His thoughts were a tumultuous whirlwind, all centered around you. The only information he had received was that you had been injured, your arm wrapped in a bandage.

Upon hearing the nurse call your name, Tecchou's head snapped up, and he swiftly made his way to your room. With clenched fists, he opened the door gently, revealing you lying in the bed. A gasp escaped his lips, but he quickly closed the door behind him and rushed to your side. His fingers tenderly grasped your hands, careful not to cause you any discomfort. "You're okay," he whispered, the relief evident in his voice, and you could feel just how much he had missed you.

You smiled, nodding and chuckling at his behavior. "Yes, I'm okay," you giggled, watching as he placed your palm against his cheek, leaning into the warmth of your hand. "I'm not that injured, sweetheart."

"You were still hurt," he murmured, his fingers interlocking with yours as he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

He looked up at you, his eyes misty with concern. "Even a small injury worries me," he admits softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand. You chuckled softly, comforted by his intense care and affection. "I know, but I promise, I'm going to be okay," you assured him, watching the weight of concern lift slightly from his eyes. He nodded slowly, never once releasing his gentle grip on your hand.

He traced his lips gently along your skin, planting soft kisses, each one filled with tenderness. "I missed you," he sighed, his amber eyes locking onto yours, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race. "I missed you a lot, and I'm so glad you're okay." His words were punctuated by a series of gentle kisses - your forehead, your cheek, and down to your jawline.

"Tecchou…" you whispered, your voice trembling slightly as he kissed near your eye, his affectionate gestures overwhelming you.

Your eyes widened in surprise as his hand gently cradled your cheek, pulling you in closer to press his lips against yours. It had only been two days without you, but he felt a desperate longing for your presence again. His mouth eagerly covered yours, muffling any noises that escaped your lips as he whispered between kisses, "Sorry, missed you so much," The air between you crackled, the desire palpable in the way his lips moved against yours.

Your whimpers and pleas only seemed to spur him on further. Tecchou's kisses grew more fervent, almost urgent, as if he couldn't get enough of your taste. He couldn't remember a time when he had been so openly passionate, so consumed by his desire for you. He let out a few guttural sounds, his murmurs unintelligible but filled with raw need.

He breaks the kiss, his breath ragged. You emit soft, uneven gasps, your eyes half-lidded as you gaze at him. He tenderly takes hold of your hands, showering your fingertips, knuckles, and palms with kisses, using your hands to push back his tousled hair. "I love you," he whispers, leaning in once more to capture your lips in another passionate kiss.

Your cheeks flare with warmth, a startled sound escaping you, which he effectively silences. He then releases your lips, nuzzling into the curve of your neck, his tousled hair cascading onto your shoulder. His arms encircle your neck and head, drawing you into a tight, comforting embrace.

"Next time," he murmurs against the curve of your neck, the warmth of his breath making you shiver. "Call me if you're in trouble, my love. I can't bear to see you here again," he softly adds, sealing his promise with a gentle kiss on your neck.

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AVEC TOUT MON COEUR

VARIOUS CHARACTERS X GN!READER

"Have to get this off my chest, I'm telling you today."

GENRE: Romance/Fluff

WARNINGS: Mentions of kissing, mutual pining, mentions of alcohol and getting drunk (Chuuya)

SUMMARY: How they confess to you!

CHARACTERS: Poe, Nikolai, Dazai, Chuuya

A/N: Arghh this is kinda short cuz I'm working on smth else so here's some cute snacks first :D everyone is so ooc tho but Dazai's part is kinda cute ufhwiwou

EDGAR ALLAN POE

What was initially a routine encounter gradually blossomed into a cherished friendship, evolving further into a burgeoning relationship. Poe found himself utterly captivated by your presence, frequently leading the two of you to unwind amidst the tranquility of the park or within the cozy confines of his office. There, you would immerse yourselves in his literary creations, engaging in shared reading sessions, or savoring the simple pleasure of each other's company.

He yearned to articulate his emotions, yet shyness held him captive. Every attempt he made to converse with you was met with a catch in his breath and a faltering of his speech. In these moments, your gaze upon him wielded an almost magical power, rendering his words into a symphony of incoherent murmurs. Your quizzical tilt of the head in response only deepened his vulnerability, causing his composure to dissolve even further.

Despite his lack of confidence, his prowess in the realm of poetic writings remained unparalleled. Determined to overcome his communication impediment, he hatched a plan: he would bide his time until a moment of seclusion presented itself. And so, seizing an opportunity, he dispatched his loyal raccoon companion, who ambled toward you with a carefully held envelope clasped delicately in its mouth.

A soft giggle escaped your lips as the sight of his familiar companion warmed your heart. With a tender gesture, you extended your hand, delicately accepting the envelope from the raccoon's grasp. Fingers tracing the paper's surface, you unfolded the contents to indulge in his written words.

❝𝘈𝘮𝘪𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘺, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴,

𝘓𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴.

𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘥,

𝘠𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘥.

𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴,

𝘈 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴,

𝘓𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘭,

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘦.

𝘌𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳,

𝘛𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴' 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳,

𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳,

𝘈 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳.❞

A sharp intake of breath was your immediate reaction upon glimpsing the poem. Your eyes dilated, and a gentle flush painted your cheeks a shade rosier. Your fingers quivered subtly, and you found your breath momentarily trapped in your throat. With rapt attention, you continued to immerse yourself in his prose, utterly spellbound by the depth and beauty of his sentiments.

A chirp from his raccoon companion roused you from your reverie, causing you to startle slightly as your gaze shifted toward the source of the sound. There, before you, were the endearing sight of Karl perched regally upon Poe's head. The unexpected image presented itself, accompanied by a rush of emotions. Poe's cheeks mirrored the hue of cherries, flushed with a mixture of bashfulness and eager anticipation. His shoulders exhibited a delicate quiver, betraying the blend of apprehension and hope that coursed through him.

"I…um…" His voice faltered into a murmur, accompanied by the gentle dance of his fingertips in a nervous rhythm. He stood before you, his stance a blend of unease and anticipation, his heart poised for the possibility of rejection yet yearning for a more hopeful outcome. Beneath the veil of his dark brown locks, his eyes remained obscured, but the quiver of his lips betrayed the depth of his emotions.

A gentle chuckle bubbled from your throat as you rose from the bench. Your hands, soft and warm, enveloped his, eliciting a startled yelp from him. The rich blush on his face deepened, now a brilliant shade of crimson. In a playful gesture, Karl deftly brushed aside a section of his hair, unveiling Poe's entrancing deep grey eyes, shadowed ever so slightly by delicate, tired crescents beneath them. His gaze flitted between your eyes and your lips, hinting at an unspoken desire. The faint pressure of his fingers, tightening around yours, spoke a silent plea, resonating with unbridled earnestness.

"All I needed was to hear you feel the same," he thought, as your words, almost a hushed murmur, grazed his ears. You drew nearer, the merest wisp of space separating his lips from yours. Sensing his hesitation, you tempered your approach, eyes brimming with understanding and tenderness. Opting for a gentle gesture, you pressed a soft kiss just at the edge of his mouth. The touch made him momentarily rigid, surprise and emotion evident in his widened eyes, but the subtlest upward quirk at the edge of his mouth betrayed the joy he felt.

The fingers that once fidgeted in nervousness now trembled with exhilaration. An overwhelming urge surged within him; he longed to be back at his sanctuary, where he could commit to paper the cascade of poems and tales inspired by this moment and by you.

NIKOLAI GOGOL

Nikolai's attempts at concealing his profound admiration for you were, at best, half-hearted. Perhaps his lack of subtlety was intentional, a way of expressing his affection more openly. There was an endearing frequency with which he would approach you, his face adorned with a bright smile, playfully twirling strands of your hair between his fingers. He would delicately clasp your fingers and entwine them with his own braid, silently beseeching you to indulge him by running your fingers through his hair while he shared his musings, all the while wearing an infectious, giddy grin.

However, your response often comprised a scoff, accompanied by a glare that underscored your feigned annoyance. You would cross your arms, projecting a mock frustration that masked the truth beneath. Each time you deflected his playful advances, it was as if a needle pricked at his heart. "Oh, why must the gods be so mean to me?" he would lament, his plaintive voice carrying into the city's night sky. His top hat rested on his lap, a symbol of his persona, while his gaze was fixated on the heavens above. He was aware of your playful facade, recognizing your hesitance to acknowledge your own feelings. Nonetheless, the sting of your apparent dismissal still managed to pierce through.

Nikolai believed that emotions, especially of this intensity, should not be confined to mere words. To him, a confession must be a spectacle, a magnum opus that is undeniably reflective of his own unique essence. Would riddles, a labyrinth of words with a heart at its center, do justice? Or should he, in his imaginative audacity, consider rearranging the very constellations to spell out his feelings? The vastness of his aspirations left him momentarily overwhelmed and without words.

However, as he glanced over, seeing you there, bathed in the gentle luminescence of the city lights, leaning effortlessly against the rooftop balcony, inspiration struck him like a lightning bolt. Suddenly, the grandeur of stars and the complexity of riddles faded in comparison to the simplicity and immediacy of the moment. What if his grand gesture was something intimately personal, yet profoundly sincere?

"I know what you're thinking," your words flowed effortlessly, your gaze fixed on the mesmerizing tapestry of city lights below. The faint, distant movements of cars painted fleeting shadows upon the winding roads. Your statement hung in the air for a moment before you added, "And the answer is still no."

Nikolai's response was an amused hum, his eyes studying your profile as his braid swayed gently in the wind. "I haven't even said anything yet," he playfully pouted, a touch of mock offense in his voice.

"Just hear me out, okay?" he protested with a hint of playful exasperation, lifting his index finger to your lips and pressing it there in a hushing gesture. Your raised eyebrow spoke volumes as you regarded him.

He leaned against the balcony railing, the cool metal pressing against his back, a soft smile gracing his features as his gaze remained fixed upon you. With a casual elegance, he removed his card mask, revealing his eye beneath, and then nonchalantly placed his top hat upon your head.

"One kiss," his voice was a gentle murmur, his multicolored eyes holding yours with a captivating intensity. "Under the moonlight, amidst a field of flowers," he continued, the softness of his words caressing the air. His gaze grew even warmer, his voice a hushed whisper as he leaned in, "How does that sound?"

Your reaction was a mixture of surprise and disbelief, your eyes widening as you stared at him. "What?" The word escaped your lips in a breathless whisper, the unexpectedness of his proposition catching you off guard.

Nikolai's smirk deepened as he cocked his head to the side, his teasing grin unwavering. "Just one kiss, that's my simple request," he chuckled playfully, the melody of his laughter dancing in the air. "And if you find it in your heart to reject me even after that, well, I'll respect your decision and leave you be, alright?"

"Oh~ maybe with a waltz too! Yeah, that sounds more romantic-"

"Absolutely not!"

"Oh c'mon!"

DAZAI OSAMU

Dazai had never anticipated that he'd find himself in such a conundrum, ruminating over the weighty matter of a genuine confession. Certainly, in times past, he had wielded words of affection like one might use coins in a game, flippantly and without true intention. They were jests, moments of fleeting amusement, but this…this was an entirely different sentiment.

While he was no stranger to the art of courtship— having employed it as a tool for myriad missions— the stakes now felt unprecedentedly high. The very concept of genuine intent, devoid of any ulterior motive, was almost alien to him. It sent a tremor of anxiety, of vulnerability, coursing down his spine. Because this wasn't about an abstract someone or an impersonal mission. This was about you, the very person who had, against all odds, managed to carve out a space in the recesses of his guarded heart.

Dazai's astute observations, honed from years of nuanced interpersonal engagements, had led him to deduce your reciprocal feelings. However, that realization didn't mean he'd settle for an insincere or hastily thought-out confession. Beneath his multifaceted personality, he prided himself on being a gentleman, especially where matters of the heart were concerned.

His approach began with nuance, a series of gestures so delicate that one might miss them if they weren't paying attention. Whenever you reached out to him, seeking assistance or simply the warmth of his hand, he'd respond with a deliberate yet gentle touch, allowing the tips of his fingers to linger against yours just a tad longer than necessary. Each time he did so, he reveled in the subtle tremor he felt from your hands, a testament to the electricity of your shared connection.

Amidst the bustling crowd, your conversations with Dazai assumed an intimate undertone. His hum, like a soft melody, accompanied his subtle lean forward, drawing him close enough that his ears nestled beside your mouth, attuned to catch every syllable that slipped from your lips. In these moments, proximity bridged the gap between you, and the flutter of your heart betrayed the rush of emotions his nearness invoked. The words you spoke seemed to dance on the edge of your tongue, occasionally stumbling as your thoughts momentarily got tangled in the threads of heightened awareness. Unbeknownst to you, Dazai secretly reveled in this artful play, knowing full well the effect his closeness had on you, his heart swelling with a quiet sense of achievement.

Dazai's deceptive charm continued its elaborate dance, weaving a web of intrigue before the final crescendo of his confession. His steps were cunningly orchestrated, a ballet of larger hints and subtler suggestions, all aimed at drawing you ever closer.

The files you handled, seemingly mundane yet meticulously rearranged, concealed a hidden message only you could unravel. Each file, the beginning of its title spelling out 'you're cute,' a playful proclamation that only your discerning eyes could uncover.

Upon your desk, the discarded papers concealed a world of affection captured in doodles. Pencil sketches etched you and him in whimsical scenarios, his imaginative yearnings and unspoken hopes.

And then came the calculated maneuver, a seemingly innocent request for your assistance with a report. As your eyes scanned the words he pretended to type, your ears, attuned to the nuances of sound, detected a different narrative. The rhythmic cadence of his keystrokes painted a message in morse code, one that transcended the digital page and etched itself onto your heart.

"Date, tonight? :]"

Maintaining his façade, Dazai maintained the innocent smile as he watched you gaze at his computer screen, the words you were about to speak momentarily frozen on your tongue. Beneath his practiced composure, he sensed a faint tension as anticipation crackled between you.

A surge of emotions overwhelmed him when your hands ventured downwards, their gentle touch tracing invisible paths on his palms. With each stroke, his breath seemed to grow heavier, his heart echoing the rhythm of your touch. The sensation of your fingers, carving a delicate path, gradually formed a shape only he could perceive— a simple yet profound love heart.

Though he remained composed, every fiber of his being strained with the effort to contain the roiling emotions within him. The intimacy of this silent exchange, this tactile confession that transcended words, was both exhilarating and poignant. It was a moment suspended in time, a shared heartbeat that spoke of a truth he was on the verge of voicing.

"Sure :)"

"Great<3"

An involuntary gasp of surprise escaped you as, with unexpected swiftness, Dazai seized your hand, weaving his fingers through yours in an intimate embrace. The world seemed to narrow down to just the two of you as he lifted his gaze to meet yours, still seated in his chair. The soft press of his lips against your knuckles was electrifying, each touch sending a thrill down your spine. His playful wink, coupled with the sultry undertone of his whispered promise— "See you tonight."

CHUUYA NAKAHARA

Chuuya had never envisioned himself being ensnared in such emotional intricacies— or so he liked to believe. Yet, as he took another swig from his bottle of wine, the potent liquid couldn’t quite drown out the images of you that played out in his mind's theatre. Each scene, each memory became more pronounced, rendering him ever more agitated. The warmth rising in his cheeks begged the question: Was it the flush of alcohol-induced warmth or the fiery touch of his thoughts of you? He genuinely couldn’t discern.

Every sip from the bottle, every tangy note of the wine, was betrayed by his imagination, which painted a contrasting sweetness, likening it to the imagined taste of your lips. It was a dangerous game his mind played, where the line between reality and fantasy blurred. And with each passing moment, it became a torturous dance, making him grit his teeth in frustration and clasp his fists tightly, battling feelings he had never expected to confront.

Whether in a state of intoxication or sobriety, there was an undeniable constant in Chuuya's mind: you. Amidst the cacophony of voices that surrounded him, yours stood out like a melodic refrain. The world around him became a swirl of blurred sounds, a symphony of muffled chatter and incomprehensible noise. It was as if everyone else's words dissolved into gibberish, a backdrop to the singular thought that was always at the forefront— you.

However, in the midst of this auditory chaos, a simple tap on his shoulder triggered a remarkable transformation. The softness of your voice, its timbre distinct from the surrounding cacophony, reached his ears like a beacon of clarity. In an instant, your presence rendered the jumbled world into sharp focus. The blur of voices receded, leaving only the gentle cadence of your speech resonating in his ears. For that fleeting moment, amidst the discord, you were the one true constant, the crystal-clear point of connection in his reality.

"Chuuya?" There was a note of disbelief and concern in your voice as you took in his state. "Oh my, you're really drunk." Your words were spoken more to yourself than to him, a whispered realization of his condition.

Feeling the need to rouse him, your hand gently tapped his cheek a few times. The sensation prompted a low groan from his lips. "Mmn…I'm not, go away-" he retorted, albeit weakly, his voice heavy with the telltale slur of inebriation. He attempted to swat your hand away, a feeble effort that went awry, revealing just how deeply the alcohol had taken hold. His defiance was endearing in its clumsiness, a vulnerable side of Chuuya that few got to witness.

Before you could fully react, Chuuya's inebriated actions took you by surprise. He tugged you towards him with an unexpectedly strong grip, an inadvertent bump causing a wine glass to tip over, its contents spilling onto the table. His embrace enveloped you tightly, and his flushed cheeks hinted at the influence of alcohol as he mumbled indistinctly.

"Yer' an…idiot-" his words were punctuated by a huff, his pouty expression somehow endearing even in his tipsy state. You offered an awkward chuckle, your intent to disentangle yourself and attend to the spilled wine thwarted as he clung onto you, resolute in keeping you close.

"Chuuya, you made a mess," you sighed, a blend of exasperation and amusement in your voice, and your fingers flicked his forehead lightly in a playful reprimand. His response was unexpected; his hand shot out to capture your wrist, and just as suddenly, he buried his face into the curve of your neck. The warmth of his breath, the intimacy of his proximity, sent a jolt through you.

"Mm, you smell nice," his words were a soft, almost vulnerable whisper against your skin, as he inhaled the fragrance of your cologne.

In an attempt to diffuse the unexpected intimacy of the situation, you offered a playful retort. "Well, you don't," your voice held a hint of teasing, though a sliver of uncertainty was evident in your tone, given the unusual nature of the situation.

Chuuya's only response was a muffled sound, his words lost as they sank into the fabric of your attire at your shoulder. "Huh? Did you say something?"

"I said-" he began, his voice deeper, more strained, the vulnerability in it more pronounced than before. He tightened his embrace momentarily, a physical reinforcement of his ensuing words. "'want you s' bad..." The grumble was almost a confession, the words tumbling out, laden with a raw emotion.

He finally met your gaze, his eyes– though clouded by alcohol– were clear in their intent and honesty. The world seemed to freeze in that split second as you took in the gravity of his words, the heat of his grip, and the intensity of his gaze. The shock of his confession rendered you momentarily speechless, your heart racing in response to the unexpected revelation.

"You're drunk, Chuuya-" you started, attempting to dismiss his bold confession as a mere product of his inebriated state.

But he cut you off, the hint of desperation evident in the rise of his voice, "No! 'm not-!" His words stumbled over themselves, as he tried to emphasize the sincerity of his feelings, even in his tipsy condition. "I want you, a lot lot lot lot!" The earnestness in his eyes, combined with his adorable frown and pout, created a powerful image. It was raw, honest, and the sheer vulnerability of this moment made your heart constrict with a flood of emotions.

Letting out another exasperated sigh, you couldn't help but let a weary smile cross your face. The scene before you were one for the books. Chuuya, the usually impeccable and composed figure, was now a delightful mess— stray strands of hair clinging to his sweaty forehead, his choker slightly askew, and his trademark coat abandoned haphazardly on a nearby couch. This was a side of him few ever witnessed.

"Alright, alright," you began, your voice soft with a mix of concern and affection. "How about we discuss this tomorrow, hm? If you're serious about your feelings, then at least offer me a proper confession, you idiot." With playful tenderness, you pinched his cheeks, the action drawing a surprised hiss from him, a hint of the fiery spirit he was known for even in his drunken state.

"At least stay with me."

"Unhand me first, then I will."

Even in his intoxicated state, there was an evident tug of reluctance as he released you. He observed, his eyes heavy-lidded and clouded with alcohol, as you attended to the spilled wine, dabbing away the dark liquid. His demeanor was passive, but his mind, even in its muddled state, was abuzz with fragments of thoughts and plans for the morrow.

The idea of a bouquet flitted through his thoughts— flowers with colors that reminded him of you. Then there was the timeless allure of chocolates, or perhaps he should opt for something more personal like your favorite dish. And as his mind ventured further, the audacious idea of a ring emerged.

Ah- wait, that's a bit too fast...

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STARDUST INTERTWINED

VARIOUS CHARACTERS X GN!READER

"In the guise of normalcy, you concealed such beauty. How did I miss it until now?"

GENRE: Romance/Fluff

WARNINGS: None, it's pure fluff!

SUMMARY: Them realizing they're in love with you<3

CHARACTERS: Chuuya, Nikolai, Dazai, Ranpo

A/N: So how are you guys feeling after whatever just happened(._.) Here's something short for you to cope with<33

CHUUYA NAKAHARA

Typically, you manage to deeply infuriate Chuuya with your constant teasing and self-assured grins, causing him to clench his teeth in frustration. However, as time goes on, he finds himself grappling with the idea that you might be pushing him to the brink of madness.

Previously, he was always quick to retort, armed with his arsenal of creative insults and boastful remarks about wealth. But now, a noticeable change has taken hold as he finds himself lying in silence, his usual bark reduced to a mere whisper.

Whenever his gaze falls upon you now, an unexplainable unease grips him. His throat goes dry, words evade him, and his once-confident hands grow clammy, all by simply looking in your direction.

In the past, when he stood next to you, a playful urge would often strike him, enticing him to return your jest with a light pinch. However, these days when his hand accidentally brushes against yours, his fingers yearn for contact, betraying not just a want, but an undeniable necessity. He craves to hold your hand, to weave his fingers through yours, to gently bring your hand to his lips and to bestow affectionate kisses upon your knuckles.

Fuck, just what have you done to him?

Your presence stirs such profound humanity within him that it drives him insane.

He despises this newfound longing to witness your smile at least once every day, even if it's not meant for him. He detests the way you make him yearn for you in the depths of the night - to ache for your touch, to desire the closeness of your body pressed against his, to crave the comfort of holding you securely in his embrace.

You have the power to insult and tease him in any way you please, and what frustrates him most is how these actions only fuel his desire for you.

Whenever he catches sight of your infuriatingly enchanting smile, his words seem to vanish, and his eyes cannot bring themselves to meet yours.

In the depths of his being, an overwhelming love for you has taken root, catching him completely off guard, as he never imagined he would fall so deeply for anyone.

NIKOLAI GOGOL

The extent of his attachment to you is worrisome, Nikolai contemplates. He cannot afford to shackle himself with emotions. After all, he believes that emotions are merely chains limiting one's freedom. Yet, why is it that he can't muster the will to release you from his life?

Despite the countless doves he nurtures and cherishes, none can measure up to the relentless, deeply rooted affection he harbors for you. It accumulated at a leisurely pace, only to strike him with the force of a tsunami when he finally acknowledges that his pounding heart staunchly refuses to let you slip away.

Making decisions, regardless of their relevance to you, now involves him considering your wellbeing, safety, and emotions. This realization profoundly impacts him, shaking him to the very core.

Nikolai has never tasted the sweetness of love, nor has he desired to do so. He perceives it as a tether, binding him and hindering his pursuit of freedom and the realization of his dreams.

Yet, despite his aversion to love, Nikolai finds himself yearning to be embraced by you, to feel the warmth of your touch as your hands gently cradle his cheeks. He is captivated by the enchanting allure of your gaze, unable to resist the pull of those beautiful eyes that seem to hold a world of emotions within them.

Do friends yearn for the touch of one another, to embrace and share whispered secrets beneath the starry night sky, reclining upon a bed of blooming flowers? Do they harbor a desire to remain in each other's company for eternity?

He yearned for your presence so ardently that every chirp of the birds seemed to carry echoes of your voice. Each flutter of their wings and every graceful movement brought back vivid memories of you, intertwining his perception of the natural world with thoughts of you.

The longing within him reached such depths that he would often find himself gazing at the clouds, his imagination painting the ethereal shapes into the silhouette of your face, as if your visage were imprinted upon the very fabric of those fluffy cumulus clouds.

The immense happiness you bring him is so captivating that he willingly sets aside his ambitions, not minding the prospect of abandoning his goals, just to have you by his side.

DAZAI OSAMU

Dazai is acutely aware of his feelings gradually growing for you, and initially, he made a deliberate choice to ignore them. He firmly believes he doesn't deserve your affection, considering you too pure and untainted to be influenced by his dark past deeds. He's determined not to pull you into the abyss of despair he has crafted for himself, and he fears for your future, wishing not to see you suffer as someone dear to him did in the past.

Yet, despite his efforts to resist, every note he sings and every melody he hears seems to resonate with thoughts of you. Each tune, beat, and rhythm serves as a poignant reminder, drawing him back to thoughts of you and you alone.

No matter the location or the size of the crowd, his eyes unfailingly seek you out. Amidst a sea of people, he effortlessly identifies you, his breath unconsciously held until he sighs with relief and a bright smile spreads across his face upon spotting the familiar hue of your hair.

As he roams around the office, his mind preoccupied with strategic planning and contingencies for future missions, a noticeable shift occurs within him. He becomes increasingly conscious of ensuring safety and minimizing risks, steering away from his former recklessness.

The reason behind this change becomes evident as he constantly finds himself contemplating your wellbeing. Thoughts of your safety linger in his mind like a haunting specter. Questions like "Would you be okay?" and "Would you get caught in the crossfire?" now play a significant role in shaping his decisions.

Despite his aversion to pain, he willingly places himself in harm's way, opting to bear the brunt of any danger that comes your way. The prospect of enduring the agony of an uncomfortable hospital bed and excruciating pain holds little weight compared to the prospect of hearing your concerned ramblings and witnessing the relief in your sighs.

If it means teasing you and experiencing the tender care you bestow upon him, he'd endure such suffering countless times over, without hesitation. Your attention and affection are worth every ounce of discomfort he may endure.

As long as you were alive, he doesn't mind living just a little longer.

RANPO EDOGAWA

Despite Ranpo's reputation as a highly intelligent individual and self-proclaimed world's smartest detective, he seems to lose his wits whenever he looks at you.

Normally, he would be reluctant to share his treasured candies and snacks with anyone, except perhaps the agency president or the little girl residing at the agency. Yet, when it comes to you, he surprises himself. He meticulously organizes his candy stash, meticulously separating them by color and flavor.

He can't help but recall your preferences, knowing the certain color and flavor you dislike. This discovery leaves him baffled, as he unexpectedly spends half an hour at his desk hand-sorting the candies just to present you with a bag containing only your preferred treats.

He finds himself dumbfounded by his own actions, questioning why he's putting in so much effort to ensure your satisfaction when he could have simply let you pick them out on your own. There's something about you that makes him behave in an entirely different way, challenging his usual self-assured demeanor.

Despite others deeming it childish, he always insists on getting matching lollipops with you. For someone who usually despises sharing his food, he always ensures to keep some extra treats for you, and they're always in your preferred flavor. Even if the candy he ends up with is of a flavor he greatly dislikes, he consumes it without the slightest hint of reluctance, just so you can enjoy the tastier one.

You can't help but notice how his gaze lingers on you when you're engrossed in your work, his emerald eyes seemingly fixed on your figure. He dismisses it as mere daydreaming with a playful pout, but deep down, he's carefully committing every detail of your appearance to memory, etching every bit of your perfection into his mind.

These seemingly small gestures are a reflection of his affection and care for you, going beyond what others might perceive as mere trivialities. His actions speak volumes about the significance you hold in his heart.

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A/N: Why is everyone panicking over chapter 109 I'm scared omg

EDIT: What the fuck was that chapter.

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