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i lied i didn’t get shit done at all lmao i lowkey gave up on this blog

Hello! It’s been so long, I haven’t written anything in a while and I’m very sorry about that, I’m trying to get back and I have a lot of drafts that needs to be cleaned up.

I’m also now taking genshin requests! :))

[marixx]

Hello! It’s been so long, I haven’t written anything in a while and I’m very sorry about that, I’m trying to get back and I have a lot of drafts that needs to be cleaned up.

I’m also now taking genshin requests! :))

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Title: does It feel great to be a liar?

Ship: Sokouku (chuuyaxdazai)

Genre: Angst.

⚠️ swearing!

(This is like my third angst so I’m sorry if it’s bad!)

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‘I’ll always love you’

“What bullshit” Chuuya bitterly laughed. He should have known, right from the start. Dazai never kept to his words. Yet he still stayed with him, for eight solid years. When they finally got married, he knew, but he stayed silent.

“Chuuya it’s not—“

“Its not what?! What it looks like? I’m not stupid, Osamu!”He yelled, frustrated, he’d seen this coming. But he couldn’t help but feel disheartened. “What the fuck is it supposed to look like?! Tell me! Is it not suppose to look like you fucking some girl on our bed?! In our fucking house?!”

“You promised me! You fucking promised me on our fucking wedding day!”He cried out. Tears streaming down. “Chuuya i do love you—“Dazai tried.

“If you loved me you never would have been with another!”Chuuya scoffed. Interrupting the man.

“What did you expect, chuuya?! You’re never home anymore!”The brunette shouted. Standing up straight. Now that, was the last straw for chuuya.

“Are you serious?! I work for us, Osamu! I fucking did it for us! Me and you, do you know how many nights I spent worrying? How many times I was scared for you?! Don’t think I didn’t fucking notice you coming home drunk off your ass, that woman’s cologne on you, hell! You didn’t even bother to take off the lipstick mark on your neck that time!!”

Taking off the ring for the first time since their wedding. He took a good look at it. Laid it on the palm of his hand, it was a beautiful ring, Double black engraved in it. He had enough. He couldn’t do it anymore, he was tired, exhausted even. It was time to give up, he couldn’t fight anymore. He was never Dazai’s first option in the first place.

“Here,”He said, quietly. “I already packed my stuff, the divorce papers are inside the bedside table,”

And with that. He left.

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Title: I’ll gladly spend my morning with you

Ship: HiguGin

Totally not a daydream I had w someone

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“Gin…wake up, we gotta get to work”

Tiredly, Higuchi spoke. Running her fingers through her lover’s dark and soft hair. The rising sun’s glow seeping through the balcony, a soft breeze flowing in making the curtains dance. Precious mornings like these were treasured deeply to the two, since both of them have busy schedules 24/7, they didn’t have much time to have such domestic moments.

How Higuchi wished she could stay in the moment forever. Just being held close by Gin and just admiring her like this.

“Hnng, five more minutes….”Gin mumbled. Nuzzling further into Higuchi’s neck.

The blonde gasped. “We both know we don’t have the schedule to waste another five minutes!”Higuchi’s eyebrows furrowed. Gin only laughed in return, softly gliding her fingers on Higuchi’s side, drawing little circles.

“Come on, I’ll make us up an excuse”Pouting, Gin looked up, making puppy dog eyes. Oh how Higuchi wishes she had the strength to resist those damn eyes.

“F-Fine!”she stuttered, face slowly turning into a shade of red. “But if we get in trouble I’m blaming you!”

Let’s just say, it was a morning well spent.

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Title: have a bouquet made from my love

Words: 1177

Fluff!! Flower shop/Book shop Au + Modern Au

Warning: swearing

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"It's so fucking noisy out there, that construction has been going on for almost a week. Can't a guy just get some peace and quiet?"Ranpo whined, roughly placing down the arrangement of flowers and leaning on the counter, his emerald eyes glaring at the construction just across the street. His friend/coworker sighed at him, rolling her eyes.

Yosano places down the small vase on the display window. "Language, Ranpo,"She scolded. Fixing the curtains of his flower shop. Then leaving towards the back storage/hangout room.

The flower shop he owned—or well technically his fathers but he inherited the business about two years ago, was called Bouquet Agency, the shop itself was fairly small but not too much. It had a very homey vibe to it. The shop was like a small cottage, with nicely trimmed bushes on the side of the windows accompanied with arranged bouquet of flowers, some pots on the shelves that had small trees and cactuses on them, hanging flower pots filled with a wide variety of sinewy plants, a gentle scent always somehow filled the air, and soft Lofi music playing in the background. The color scheme of a few exposed brick and white accompanied with dark brown always made Ranpo feel so much at home, it made the shop have a small vintage look to it. Once in a while, the original owner, was named Fukuzawa Yukichi, would visit from time to time. Just to stay for maybe about twenty minutes or more to greet everyone, ask them about their day, and how the shop was doing then he would leave with a small smile on his face.

The workers there were, Yosano who was the one the customers would seek help to, Atsushi took charge in taking care of the plants, Kunikida was the one who kept the delivery's and their schedules in line, Ranpo on the counter, kenji would carry the heavy load to the back (once in awhile he would take the counter), and Dazai who....didn't really do much, but he helped out from time to time. Their frequent customers were the Tanizaki siblings, who owned a bakery just a few blocks down, they had heard about the flower shop from Atsushi (Ranpo made sure to have given him chazuke that day) and returned once or twice a week.

Dazai who always lounged on the small couch in the corner, putted away his favorite 'guide to suicide' book on the in table next to it. "Hey, did ya hear that construction site out there was gonna be a new shop?"Dazai grinned.

Ranpo looked at him appalled. "Where'd you hear that information?"He asked. Dazai simply shrugged, replying with 'chuuya' in a small voice. Of course. Chuuya, who was a worker at the tattoo shop next door (and was also the brunette's boyfriend) had always been one for gossip. Ranpo hummed, through the years he had been here, he hadn't seen a new shop open since the place they were in wasn't that crowded.

"A new shop, huh?"Ranpo grinned.

"Apparently it's gonna be a book store,"

"Hey look, it seems that their opening,"Dazai pointed out. Staring at the building from across the street.

The black haired male's grin only widened. "Hopefully they don't steal our customers,"he laughed. Suddenly, Yosano Imerged, pushing away the curtains that hung on the arched doorway. "Shouldn't you two be working instead of gossiping like two high-schoolers?"She glared.

The two males flinched. Muttering an apology, turning back to the flowers he was working on. He thought of an idea, his eyes trailed back outside, eyes squinting at the new shop from across the street. Seeing two people talking to each other.

"Ranpo, put these geranium and meadowsweets on that bouquet will you?"Yosano called out.

"Ah, figured it was missing something important,"Ranpo smiled. Taking the flowers from Yosano, and carefully started placing them in. "What's the bouquets for anyways?"Dazai asked. Sitting up from the couch, and leaning forward.

"Some girl wanted to send a bouquet to her best friend and ex,"Ranpo shrugged. "Don't geraniums mean stupidity, and don't meadowsweets mean uselessness?"Dazai tilted his head.

"The best friend hooked up with her ex,"

"Ah,"

Humming, Ranpo gazed at the two. "Hey, how about we give a welcome to the newly opened shopped across the street?"He suggested. Carefully placing down the bouquet of flowers.

Yosano scrunched up her nose, hands placed her hips. "Ranpo, if you want to give the newcomers a warm welcome. You should go over there and do it,"She shrugged, the black haired male gasped. "Moi? Why should I do it?"he huffed.

"You're the one who suggested it, Ranpo,"

"But I have to man the cashier,—,"He babbled. "Don't worry, we'll handle the rest!"Dazai smirked, a proud look on his face. "You hired us for a reason, Ranpo-san,"Yosano laughed.

Rolling his eyes. Ranpo went and got a pair of gardening scissors to make another bouquet. Roaming around the store, trying to find a good set of flowers, his emerald eyes fell on the forsythia in the corner, beaming he immediately strolled his way over there. Grabbing the flowers and cutting them one by one.

Yosano gave him an unpleasant look, "fine! I'll do it,"He groaned. Snatching papers and ribbons from a box, and stomping over to the counter. "Perfect, you can give that bouquet your working at for them!"She beamed. Clapping her hands together.

Despite the fact that Ranpo was the one who owned the flower shop, Yosano did most of the work, she was practically considered as the owner of Bouquet Agency as well. Which was the reason why she got away with bossing everyone around (and because she scared everyone). Snipping away the stems, Atsushi suddenly made an appearance from the front door, holding what seems to be the newly ordered soil.

"Atsushi, perfect timing, were just about to open—"Ranpo said but cut himself off mid-sentence. "Shouldn't kenji be the one doing the heavy load?"He questioned, his eyes trailing up and down the younger boy. "Ah, kenji's apparently sick! So I offered to take up his job for the day....I-If that doesn't bother you, Ranpo-san,"He relied, sheepishly.

Waving his hand. "Nah, it's fine. Just don't overwork yourself, kid,"He said. Adding daffodils to the bouquet in his hand, "there we go! All done!"He exclaimed, quite proud of his work.

Dazai came in, with a piece of paper. Placing it inside, it said 'we warmly welcome you to this small part of Yokohama! We hope you enjoy your time here, Bouquet Agency.'

"Now go, our dear Ranpo-san!"the brunette grinned, yanking the older male out and pushing him towards the front door.

Sulking, Ranpo begrudgingly walking towards the new shop. As he got closer, it seems that the bookstore was just as big as his flower store was, the outside color was black, and was accompanied a big window that gave off a good view of the inside. Opening the door and hearing the small bell jingle, he took a good look at it.

From the inside, the bookstore was a little larger than it looked outside. It didn't have many lamps but there were some (the big window gave the store a lot more natural light), the walls were decorated with shelves that had labels on them and small amounts of books. In the middle were more shelvings but unlike the ones on the walls, they were empty, in the left corner were some couches and a small coffee table. To his right had a little display section of notebooks with pens, then at the front was a counter and a back door. A coffee like aroma filled up his nostrils, the smell was very calming. Everything about the store was calming either way, it reminded him of his own store, but with a more cozy vibe to it.

"Um, excuse me....we, uh, were not open for business yet..."

A soft voice called out to him, suddenly a tall man came into his view.

And holy shit.

Ranpo felt like he descended to heaven. The taller male was adorable, handsome even. Though his hair was indeed a mess, and it did cover half of his face, though one eye was visible. Ranpo could stare at them for the rest of his life. They were a shade of dark violet, amethyst eyes glowing so brightly. eye-bags were underneath them, and they had such a soft look in them. It made him feel so warm inside, they had a sense of kindness in them. The guy's physical physique was tall and lanky, in his arms was a small box, and he wondered if he could perfectly fit in them if he were to just straight up run into him. Gosh how much he wanted to test that theory out. He was wearing a large gray sweater that went up his knees, black pants, and brown shoes.

"O-Oh! Sorry, I.....uh, I own the flower shop across the street. Me and my coworkers wanted to welcome you guys,"Ranpo stuttered. Still staring at the other man's eyes. "Uh...here! Take these,"He exclaimed, offering the bouquet in his hands.

"Oh thank you!"The other said, smiling brightly. Taking the flowers in his hands.

Holy fuck!! Ranpo screamed mentally. He was so adorable, and so pretty! He felt as if his heart had ran a marathon from how hard it was thumping.

"U-Uh, would you look at the time, it's almost nine already! I have to get back to my shop,"Ranpo stammered. Looking at his watch.

"Oh I see....."The other said, clearly disappointed. "But uh....if you don't mind,"He then said quickly.

"Yes....?"

"W-Would you like to go out f-for coffee sometime, maybe? As a thank you for the f-flowers?"The taller male mumbled, playing with his fingers. Suddenly, Ranpo's face turned red

"That sounds wonderful!"He said, happily. "By the way, my names Edogawa Ranpo,"He introduced himself. "Ah, my names Edgar Allan Poe.....y-you can just call me Poe,"Poe said. Sheepishly.

"Well then Poe, I'll pick you up this weekend, if your free?"

"Uh, sure! I'm free then,"Poe blushed. Giving a small smile.

"I'm looking forward to it then,"Ranpo smiled at him. Poe wasn't expecting to see such a beautiful smile. He was glad he had worked up the courage to ask him out. He absolutely could not wait for this weekend.

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