#POSTING SOMETHING FOR OSAMU TOMORROW

[clawsdevour]

hold the phone

wc: 0.8k content warning: post-time skip, established relationship, osamu x reader, smut, osamu's on call with atsumu but also in you, mating press, not proof read

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osamu's large smoldering hands push behind your knees down closer to your chest, as if flattening you into a pancake. a mating press compacted under his large throbbing figure that reeked of lust the more osamu's cock shoves itself in and back out of your sopping cunt that yearned for more.

heaving moans being exchanged amidst the heat and built-up sexual tension in the air while the squelching sounds of your fluids combining rapidly grew louder by the second amongst your damp skin slapping against each other.

however, just when you felt him poke at your g-spot, a buzzing sound that vibrated in the sheets glowed a white screen under the thin fabric.

bzzzzzzz, bzzzzzzz..!

coming to a quick halt, slowing his strokes to become gradual and sensational pace as his rippling torso reaches to your side to check who's calling at this ungodly hour.

"should i pick up? it's my brother atsumu, ugh what does he want?" he groaned in exhaustion, showing you atsumu's contact ringing in the palm of his hand.

"yeah but make it quick 'samu.." you cooed out, eyebrows furrowed as his throbbing cock continued to leisurely move in and out of your overstimulated slick folds.

"m'kay," osamu's husky deep voice trailed along with a slight smirk creasing on the right corner of his mouth, a finger in the middle of his lips subtly signifying you to be quiet.

pressing the receive button with his large thumb, then the speaker icon. osamu's bringing his cell closer to his ear, placing it in the crook of his neck supported by his broad shoulder.

"y'er on speaker," averting his eyes back onto the holy sight under his muscular stature, returning a hand back under your knee with the other drawing tiny circles on your pulsating slippery clit.

"'samu..!" you discreetly squeaked out when you felt his fiery imprints on you.

osamu's looking down on you with his droopy sinful eyes, the plastered smirk on his lips spreading to the ends of his face when he started to slowly click his hips with yours, your hands finding their way to your face to block out any noise that'd soon escape from your lips.

"did my package get to y'er address by any chance? it said it was delivered, but i ain't see it at all," hearing his twin on the other side of the call.

"mm.. it might've. i can check after i'm done with what i'm doin'," a chillingly calm response to suppress his grunting.

"aight, just let me know if it came. i'll head over tomorrow mornin' to pick it up," listening to atsumu sigh before a shuffling noise, thinking he's about to hang up.

"soo.. 'samu, how's ya girl been?" questioning his twin with a playful tone, almost taunting him.

it's like that question made osamu harder. just the bare thought alone of watching you get stuffed full of him whilst having a conversation on the side ignited something in him. it just made osamu want to tease you even more.

"goin'– ...great" osamu visibly grunts, hoping the audio caught onto atsumu's end, "she's with me right now actually.. d'ya wanna say hi to her?"

eyes widening in shock as your jaw dropped when you hear osamu suggest that you say hi. making out a 'sure!' from the other end of the line, osamu's releasing his grip on the back of your knee to bring his phone closer to your mouth.

"h-hey..! how you been atsumu..!" you breathed out, trying to steady your heart that raced out of your chest despite osamu's thrusts starting to increase in speed.

"what's good, is 'samu treating ya like royalty?" atsumu joked, replying with a simple, "mhm–!"

shit. you just accidentally let a moan slip by on speaker. looking up at your boyfriend in a blazing red shade, he's got the biggest grin on his face from how flustered you are before taking the phone back.

"sorry 'tsumu, we're in the middle of something. pick it up in the mornin', yeah?" immediately coming to a close to finish what he started.

tossing his phone back into the tangled crinkled sheets, he's going at you with full force making you yelp out loud from the sudden change in pace.

osamu's hot face peppers your pink complexion with his gentlest kisses like a reward. moving down to press sloppy wet hickeys on your neck while you whimpered in pleasure.

"so that's why y'all was acting weird.." atsumu loudly gasped despite being muffled in with the sheets.

osamu forgot to press the end call button.

masterlist here

[kitashousewife]

“m’gettin sick,” osamu sniffles from his cocoon on the couch. ever since he got home he’s been quiet and sleepy, cuddling up with a blanket despite being hot to the touch.

one thing you’ve learned about osamu, is that he is never sick. ma always joked about how despite every illness that passed through the twins’ schools, teams, or even work; osamu made it out perfectly healthy. you’ve found this to be true. even when you’ve been at your worst, osamu’s immune system has never faltered.

“i can’t be sick,” osamu’s mumbled voice is stuffier than normal, and his nose is a rosy pink. “i got work in the mornin’.”

“not like this, you don’t,” you pour some water from the kettle into his cup and dip the tea bag inside. he waves you off.

“what? just close shop for a day? i can’t do that,” he snatches a few kleenex from the box on the counter, turning around when you raise an eyebrow at him.

“you can actually, and you should.” you slide the tea over to him before heading towards your shared bathroom. “just post something tonight to give everyone a heads up.”

osamu shuffles behind you, tea in one large palm with tufts of kleenex in the other. he huffs when he feels hot once again, flinging off his sweat shirt as quick as he can.

“but kita-“

“kita can deliver to our house, baby. we can bring the rice over a different day.”

you fold your arms and stand by the bath as it fills. osamu copies you, leaning against the doorframe with a pout.

despite being sick as a dog, he won’t go down without a fight. out of principle, of course.

“what about the special i was gonna run?”

“you can do it next week,” you test the water with your palm before adding some epsom salt in.

“what will the regulars do when they head to the store?” osamu puts his palms up dramatically and snorts when you roll your eyes.

“im heading into town tomorrow, i can put a sign in the door. trust me ‘samu, i think they will appreciate you being closed. who wants to eat onigiri from someone with a runny nose?”

he doesn’t say anything. for a minute, you think he’s finally rested his case. after he slips in the bath and lets out a comfortable sigh, he decides to put one last ditch effort in.

“produce gets delivered tomorrow! i have to be there for that!” he’s comically large in the small tub the two of you share, knees folded up as he tries to sink in. you shake your head and he groans.

“fine, fine. okay. i’ll close tomorrow. ya happy?”

“thrilled,” you place a towel next to the tub and sit down. “you need to rest, samu. the shop will be there when you’re better, i promise.”

he pouts again, but this time it’s genuine.

“but i’m never sick,” he splashes water on accident when he leans his head back against the wall. “i take good care of myself! i take my vitamins, drink lots of water, get good sleep,”

your lips tug into a smile.

“and that will help you beat whatever you have even faster. but for now, let’s take it slow okay? get plenty of sleep, heal your body, and stay home.”

osamu nods, and let’s his eyes close. he soaks for a few minutes, relishing in the relief his achey joints feel for the first time all day. while he gets ready for bed, he can’t help but feel his heart swell as he watches you grab extra blankets for his side, knowing he will probably be chilly tonight.

“i’m probably gonna sore with all this shit in my nose,” he sinks under the covers, propping his head up on the extra pillows you set up for him.

“you snore anyway,”

“do not! ya liar,” he smacks your bum when you snuggle up next to him. “don’t touch me, i’ll get ya sick. i’m real contagious,”

you place a big kiss on his forehead before getting back to your original spot.

“i’ll take my chances,” you listed to osamu’s steady heart while he falls asleep. osamu is always taking care of you, grabbing your favorite things from the shop because he’s thinking of you. carrying you when your feet hurt from the heels he told you not to wear, bringing you glasses of water because he knows you aren’t drinking enough, and never asks for anything in return.

“i love ya,” osamu whispers, half asleep and hums when you squeeze him closer.

“i love you too, samu. sleep well.”

[mwahs-stuff]

haiii!!! I hope you day or night is going well!! But I was wondering if you can do maybe an actor!dazai with singer!reader and they have a fake relationship? 😋😋

(Off topic but I’ve been loving your posts!! They’re such a joy to read!!!)

I love this. yes, of course. and thank you, sm dear. I'm glad you enjoy my posts<3

cw: womanizer dazai, super fluffy (no smut, sorry if that's what you wanted, but I'm absolutely down for a part two). confusing plot tbh, idk what else!

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dazai osamu. a name that can make fangirls eyes light up. he was known for his acting, how sly he was on and off camera and that stupid smile of his. you've been in the music game for a while now so you've met him here and there, you quickly realized he's an actor on and off screen so you made your mind up about him quickly. you didn't like him. so that's why you're pissed to hear that you'll be posing as a couple for a few weeks. another stupid publicity stunt pulled by your producer.

"you'll be meeting for coffee tomorrow." your producer spoke, making you roll your eyes and take another drag of your cig. "got it." you murmured. "this is serious (name). you both need to get to know each other. dazai's producer is a good friend of mine. he's too well known as a womanizer, and he needs to settle down for a bit. you both need to convincingly show that you know each other well. so get to know him! it'll be good for you too sweetheart" you huffed a bit and nodded. "okay, I got it. tell him not to be late." you spoke in an annoyed tone as your producer headed out.

the next day, you heard a knock on the door, and after a moment, your producer brought in no other than dazai osamu. "I figured you can have coffee at your place, more comfortable, ya know?" your producer spoke with no care as they headed off. .."I guess," you gritted out. great. not only will you have to talk to him. you have to make coffee, not a hard task, but it annoyed you. dazai didn't seem to mind this whole thing. In fact, he stood there with a smirk. you rolled your eyes. "cmon on in dazai." you spoke in annoyance as you led him to the kitchen. "call me osamu. we'll be dating after all." you rolled your eyes once again, something you seem to be doing more often cause of this. "fine, osamu." you said through gritted teeth as you sat on the counter and started to heat up some coffee. he stood on the side. your producer had given you a list of questions to memorize to get to know him. seems he got the same list because at the same time, you both asked, "what's your favorite color?" you scoffed slightly. "guess you got the same list.. alright, we'll have to look convincing, and this can't look like some hook up, so we'll say we've been dating for.. hmmm, let's say three weeks so far? I'll go to some events with you and you can come to some of my shows. coming up in october, I have a tour so we can stage a break up then. so there we go. you get a relationship so your fans don't think your a man-whore and I guess I get to say I have a boyfriend." you spoke quickly and sternly. you rolled your eyes at the last part. you weren't getting much out of this. dazai's eyes seemed to widen a bit at how simple you wanted to make this. "woah woah woah.. slow down." he walked closer to you till he was standing in front of you. "and what if I actually wanted to get to know you?" ..you were slight caught of guard.. you couldn't help but feel your face heat up. yea no snap out of it. he's just some womanizer and a fake all around. "not a chance."

it's been a few weeks since then. you've gotten used to going in public to get pictures of you guys together, going to his red carpet walks, him being at your shows, pretending to be all sweet in public.. you've honestly grown quite used to him. he actually wasn't as much of a fake as you thought. he could be quite genuine when he wanted to show it. this was one of those times. you were freaked out. dazai was in your backstage room as you smoked a cigarette and tapped your foot fast. it was a big show, a lot of people.. you'd be lying if you said your heart wasn't racing. dazai had stepped behind you as you looked out the balcony smoking the cigarette. you weren't showing all the signs you were nervous, but dazai could hear your foot tapping and the way you bit your bottom lip and how quickly you were blinking. he paid attention. as he stood behind you, he brought his hand to your hips. he snaked his other hand around you to take the cigarette out of your mouth. "this won't help with how you're feeling, you know that, right?" you rolled your eyes. "there's no cameras, so stop touching." you muttered, but you couldn't hide how your face heated up from the touch. instead of replying, he rubbed soft circles in your hip. you leaned into the touch unconsciously. "you're going to do great. you have to know that you're going to be great out there." he whispered against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. you were at a loss of words as his hands moved to your waist and rubbed softly. you felt yourself calm down a bit.. he held you like that for a few minutes, telling you how he knew you were going to do well. until you had to go onstage.

you did indeed do well.. after what felt like all night, you tiredly made your way back to your backstage room and laid down on the bed. after a few minutes, dazai came in and laid on the bed next to you. you turned to him. "...thank you." you whispered to him. "no need to thank me.. that was all you pretty girl.." you felt your face heat up once again. you didn't realize how close his face was to yours until he said that. you reached out and ran your fingers softly over his face. "you're a lot more than what I thought of you.." you whispered before planting a soft kiss on his lips.

(I rlly like this.. I kinda wanna do a part two.. should i?? also I suck!! so sorry if this plot doesn't make sense)

[mncxbe]

Absbsjskajnshajks idk if you’re taking more requests rn, but if it’s not an issue could I possibly request a part two of that fic you posted about reader having a cat ability which means that they’re sometimes in heat??😭😭 maybe with Tetchō and Jouno (only if you feel like it)

Yes of course and my requests are always open although it may take a while to write them♡ Also added Dazai to this one I hope you like it.

1.50♡ p2

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊, 𝑻𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖, 𝑱ō𝒏𝒐 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: itty-bitty smut♡/ fluff??

°☆○ 1.50♡ ~ part 1

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊

this smug bastard takes advantage of your state in the most subtle ways; lingering touches, flirtatious smiles and passionate kisses

at work he teases you more than usually, describing all the sinful things he'd do to you if you were in a more private setting👀 really just gets you all riled up for nothing

but when you two get home he acts like a completely different person

"What, bella? do you need something from me?" he always asks with a smirk on his face "Maybe some assistance with your little... situation?"

doesn't lay a finger on you until you practically beg him (nicely); it's not like he'll ever admit it but hearing your desperate pleas really boosts his ego

he does his best to help you in other ways too. he'll do more chores around the house and write your reports at work if you really can't handle them. overall he's a good guy♡

Dazai was lounging around the office, wasting time and avoiding his chores; since you had been sent on a mission, your boyfriend didn't had much else to do. He had his headphones on and was listening to some funky song when you suddenly walked behind him.

Leaning over his frame, you swiftly hooked a finger beneath one of the speakers and lifted it.

"Boo" you whispered lowly, your hot breath sending a shiver down his spine.

"Ah bella here you are. How's my pretty girl doing?" He tried to get up from the couch but you pressed further on his back.

"Bella... Come on let me get up and give you a kiss. I missed you" he whined

"Oh trust me baby. I want way more than a kiss" you said in a teasing voice.

In a matter of seconds, Dazai was back on his feet and had you pinned down on the couch, a mocking smile on his face.

"You're that desperate for me, bella? You've only been gone for a couple of hours. You really can't spend that little time without my touch?"

Your gaze darted around the room, hoping that no one could witness the position you were in.

"I'm in heat, Dazai." you confessed quietly.

"What was that? I didn't quite catch it?"

"I said..." you began, rosy petal blooming on your cheeks "I said that I'm in heat, Osamu. Because of my ability"

"And what does that have to do with me, huh?" he tauned, lips hovering just above the shell of your ear. "Do you perhaps want me to have my way with you here? In the office?"

Your body quivered slightly at the sound of his low voice, making him giggle.

"Get up, bella. And go finish your job so we can leave early."

You nodded your head in agreement before straightening yourself. As you were making your way back to your desk, your boyfriend called out to you:

"Oh and bella?"

"Yes?" you asked sweetly

"Don't forget to ask Kunikida for a free day tomorrow. You'll be needing it after tonight" he replied with a wink, causing your blush to deepen.

𝑱ō𝒏𝒐

you don't have to tell him that you're in heat, he can smell your arousal

just like Dazai, this man gives you the most condescending smile and shamelessly teases you throughout the day

if you work someplace else he'll send you texts to check up on you and gently remind you that he'll provide any help you need once he gets home

but if you're part of the Hunting Dogs good luck. he's all over you all day, making snarky remarks about your "condition"

Jōno also likes to hear you beg; hearing your thumping heartbeat and sweet voice when you tell him how much you crave him really turns him on

will cook breakfast for you if you're too tired in the morning

Jōno woke up with warm sunshine on his face and your sleeping figure next to him. This hour and a half before work, when you'd both wake up and cuddled for a while then have breakfast together was among his most cherished moments.

Usually you'd wake up just minutes after him, turning to face him with a wide smile on your face as you sleepily uttered a "Good morning Sai" and showered him with kisses. Except you didn't do that today.

Jōno knew by the accelerated rhythm of your heart that you were awake, but you were not moving an inch.

"Darling? Is there something wrong?" he asked softly, placing his hand on your waist.

You quickly shook your head as you curled up in a fetal position "No, I'm good, I'm okay". Your voice was shaky and low, as if you were pain.

"Baby please, if you're hurt or not feeling well then please-"

And then it hit him; a strong, intoxicating scent coming from your body. A cocky smirk rose to his lips when he finally understood the cause of your distress.

"You're in heat, aren't you?"

You suddenly turned to face him with a pleading look on your face. "Yea..."

"Well then we must do something about that" he teased, his hand sliding to your thigh. "Would be a shame to let you go to work like this."

Your boyfriend expected you to protest just like you normally did when he initiated such things in the morning, but today you were so compliant. You scooted closer to him, leaning into his touch; eyes glazed in lust.

"Well aren't you needy today, princess?" he inquired playfully. He gently pushed you onto your back and spread your legs, the tips of his fingers skimming along your clothed slit.

"You're so wet already, princess. I can feel it through your clothes" The little moan that left your lips when his lithe digits slid beneath the wristband of your yoga shorts reverberated through Jōno's entire body.

With a swift tug at your pants and underwear he had you undressed, thumb lazily circling your clit. His hot breath fanned against your parted lips.

"Sai, gimme more~" you babbled out, fiercely seizing his wrist as you guided his fingers to your entrance.

Your boyfriend only smiled at your desperate attempt, ceasing his ministrations. "Take what you're given, sweetie. Or I won't give you anything at all" he purred, teeth grazing the shell of your ear.

You immediately complied with his order and released his arm. "Good girl. See, it wasn't that hard, was it?"

Suddenly, he plunged two of his fingers into you; stretching your leaking hole. A ragged moan escaped your parted lips as your nails dug into his forearm, causing your boyfriend to smirk. Your sinful sounds were like music to his ears, clouding his mind with lust. There was nothing he loved more than coaxing those delicious moans and whimpers out of you.

His digits pumped in and out of you at a steady pace; his thumb resuming its circular motions on your puffy clit.

"God baby I'm so close" you uttered in a ragged voice, thighs instinctively squeezing together.

Just as you felt the familiar heat pooling in your core, Jōno removed his hand from your underwear.

"Won't you look at that, love. We gotta go to work or we'll be late." he said tauntingly. You let out a loud hiss at the loss of touch.

"Sai, don't you dare leave me like this-" you cried out but it was too late. Your boyfriend was already on his way to the bathroom.

The rest of the morning was spent in silence hence you decided to punish your partner for teasing you. Of course, you were aware of how much Jōno enjoyed himself; a scornful laughter escaping his lips whenever you dodged his touch and kisses.

"I'm gonna head out, love. Good luck at work!" he voiced before leaving, but you didn't reply. A few seconds after you heard the door of your shared apartment close with a thud.

You spent most of the day in a state of utter annoyance and frustration, not being able to focus on any task you were given. All you wanted was for your partner to take care of your needs but instead he treated you like a plaything, leaving you brimming with pent-up desires.

Around 2 p.m, your phone chimed, announcing that you just received a text from Jōno. A rosy blush rose to your cheeks as your eyes scanned the glowing screen:

'Hi princess, I hope you're doing well at work. I know you're yearning for my touch but I promise I won't leave you unsatisfied tonight. Just be my good little girl and wait a few more hours. I know you can do it♡"

It's safe to say that that night, your boyfriend kept his promise.

𝑻𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖

my sweet angel he's the most caring person ever istg. he's a bit confused when you tell him that you're in heat since he doesn't really know how that affects him??

but once you explain that you'll need him he blushes so hard; but he takes it well

Tecchou take princess treatment to another level during this time. You get to relax after work while he does all the chores and cooks food

he prepares baths for you or spontaneously buys you a bouquet of roses♡ he's really sweet

you're never left unsatisfied in bed, like never. he has an incredible stamina and a never ending need to please you

The setting sun painted the blue sky of Yokohama in shades of purple, red and ochre, a warm light glowing through the high ceiling windows of the building. Tecchou was compiling his last report for the day when you peeked your head through the open doors of his office.

"Hi Hiro. Got a minute?" you beamed, lips curling into an impish smile.

"Of course, darling. Come inside."

Your sweet boyfriend didn't suspect anything as you closed the door and walked up to him, hips swaying gracefully. You positioned yourself on his lap, snaking your arms around his neck.

"So Hiro. How soon can we go home?"

"Soon. I just need to finish the paperwork." he replied, pointing at the half written page with his black fountain pen.

You pushed your lower lip forward into a pout, impatiently swinging your legs. "Ok but how soon is soon?"

Without taking his eyes off of the report, your boyfriend shrugged. "In a few minutes but... if I may ask, why are you so eager to get home, darling?"

"Oh, well" you said in a honeyed voice "I don't know if I ever told you this but because of my cat-shifting ability I sometimes experience heats"

"And?" he pressed, utterly unaware of what you were implying. His slender fingers were gingerly caressing your hips, making you shift uncomfortably in his lap.

"What I'm saying is that I'm horny, Hiro. And I need you to fuck me."

Your boyfriend's eyes shot open and he droppen the pen, little droplets of ink splattering the pearly sheet; the grip he had on your hip also tightened.

Pleased with his reaction, you ran one hand down his chest, slightly tugging at the buttons of his vest. "But of course we don't need to be home for that. There's plenty of space here" you added, patting his wooden desk.

Upon hearing your daring proposal, Tecchou's face turned a light shade of pink. "I mean... We're at the office my love but I promise I'll take care of you at home, ok?"

You give him a small nod and a peck on the cheek before hopping off his lap. "I'll be waiting for you in the car. Hurry up"

As you walked towards the door you could hear a sudden rustling of paper as your boyfriend haphazardly attempted to finish his work. He caught up with you just as you were exiting the building; of course, you didn't fail to notice his ragged breath. He'd probably ran down the stairs. You let out a soft chuckle as you noticed this.

"So, darling. Is there anything else I can do for you besides, you know...?" he asked sweetly "I mean, how does this affect you?"

"Well, I tend to lack in energy levels and I have a terrible attention span. I was actually thinking about taking a week off work 'till I feel better."

"I see..." After thinking for a few moments, Tecchou grabbed both of your hand and spoke in a solemn voice "Then I will do my best to do as many chores around the house. I'll cook dinner for us too so don't worry about it. Just focus on feeling better, ok?"

The look on his face was of pure devotion and determination; causing warmth to pool in your core.

You rose to the tips of your toes and cupped his face with your warm hands before pressing your lips on his. The kiss was tender and loving at first, but you soon found one of your hands entangled in his coffee-coloured locks as soft moans rolled off your lips. He swiftly scooped you up and made his way to your car.

Your boyfriend placed you in the backseat before taking off his cape and discarding it on the passanger's seat.

"Wait, Hiro. What are you doing?"

His skilled fingers quickly undid the buttons of his vest and he slid it off his shoulders, leaving him only in his tank top which showed his toned arms. All this time his hungry gaze was locked with yours, making you shiver with anticipation.

"Well darling. I guess you're not the only who's eager tonight" he said before joining you in the rear seat; hurriedly closing the door behind him.

[merokado]

[chronically online] profiles: art students (and atsumu)

y/n

microinfluencer 😜😜

first and foremost an Art Student

so so wiiittyyy, BIG flirt

okay this girl lichrally knows how to do so many things like CMON y/n is a MULTI media arts student ....

liiiike this mf has had so many hobbies in the past there's like so many different craft things in her room

literal #jack of all trades (but master of none)

no money for gifts? no problem! she just makes something out of the many items in her room

saeko

like i said, she is That Girl

sooo carefree, so spontaneous

if you search up the definition of "social butterfly", a photo of her shows up

her photography phase never went away

the day after ANY time you go out with her, you will always receive the most beautiful, jaw-dropping photos of the day before

also she literally knows every student, of course she knows about every single party

and everyone loves her!!

saeko's a Hard drinker .... loves whiskey and has a bottle opener attached to her carabiner

lipstick lesbian (with crazy masc aura)

semi

slutty musician

ohhhh everyone thinks he's so cool and mysterious

which he is!! but his friends know he's a geek who loves theatre

he used to be a band kid, theatre kid, AND a choir kid

his favorite musical is heathers

semi puts up the "cool and mysterious" act because growing up, he was never really seen as attractive and he was tired of that!

he somehow wants to be perceived but hates it at the same time like lol he deletes his posts and deactivates and reactivates his social media accounts over and over

always used to get called a gay theatre kid as a joke (they were only half-right, he's bi)

atsumu

okay he's in both y/n and suna's life so you know he's chismoso

very nosy boy, is always sat for tea

especially when him, y/n, and bokuto hang out,, the tea is craaazy

kiiiinda a lover boy which is shocking for a lot of people since he looks like a womanizer

token straight friend in y/n's friend group but fits right in

beats the college student meals allegations (only ramen, ever) because he's a gym boy and eats healthy ... a lot of what he eats is osamu's onigiris though

he MIGHT be singlehandedly funding onigiri miya (jk, they have customers)

always going on dates trying to genuinely find love, but is struggling

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☆ mera's mail ! y/n is the only one with a private account because everyone else either 1. voluntarily airs out all their dirty laundry on main or 2. they just don't care. you decide who fits what! anyway, life's been crazy! just graduated shs, i'm so back guys :D will be posting suna's gc profiles tomorrow, then some more bonus content before the story really starts. sorry i <3 Foreplay (character building)

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Metanoia | Atsumu Miya X Reader

chapter 8; right side of my neck

You entered osamu’s apartment stomach empty and ready to be filled, “hey yn you’re lucky you got here just in time” he says with a light laugh and opens the door fully to let you in “ugh i’m starving thank you for cooking your so amazing” you say taking off your shoes and heading to the kitchen, as you and osamu sit down eating he asks “so ive been meaning to ask” he says looking up at you questionably “yeah what’s going on?” you say stuffing your mouth with rice oblivious to anything “so i’m sure you know but atsumu asked me for your number and i just wanted to see if he’s made any moves or anything on you” he responds. You choke on your rice in shock almost “no all he’s asked me for is some help on an assignment that i did last semester” you responded sorta sad at the fact atsumu has yet to make a move on you “well that’s good. Listen yn im not doing this to gatekeep you from my brother or anything but he’s just not in a good place for a relationship and i would hate to see either side get hurt. I care about you both and after seeing atsumu get cheated on by sydney and you not being token seriously by iwaizumi i just wouldn’t want to see you guys destroy each other.” he says bluntly, which has you quite taken aback because you hear quite little of this side of osamu that is serious and cares a lot but what can you do when you already feel some type of way for his brother. Nothing but sit in silence and respect what osamu has to say…or so that’s what you feel like right now. “i understand osamu you really care for your brother and you’re letting him go through his phase right now, and you care for me and you just don’t want to see me end up in that phase too.” you say sincerely, maybe it was time to put your feelings aside before they get bigger “and i’m not saying you guys can’t be friends, i’d think it would be good for you both just don’t get caught up in what he’s doing is all i ask” he says looking at you and then the food. “i guess my amazing personality needs to be shared with the other twin too” you say with a small giggle trying to easy the mood. As you both finish your lunch and osamu sends you with left overs for kiyoko, on your walk home your mind can’t help but drift off to atsumu and ushijima wondering what to do.

now as you lay in your bed ready to go to sleep you can’t help but think maybe it would be best to just try to be friends with atsumu, yet something makes you wonder how it would be like if you were more. Even just a little bit more than friends. Then your mind wanders off to ushijima and that situation you truly don’t know what to do, so you put it off besides tomorrow night you have to go to the art gallery with kiyoko and everyone else. You’re moving on to better distractions.

-this was long asfk to me for some reason

-yn still has no idea what to do with either of the men she’s involved with but wtv she’s only 20 after all

-late night post lol also means not proofread but when do i ever do that let’s be fr.

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[hmakisy]

Where I live it isn’t June 19 yet, but it is on Japan, so Happy Birthday, Dazai!

I might post something else for him tomorrow, who knows?

Also, do you guys read Osamu Dazai’s books? I’m a fan. I don’t have all the books I can buy yet, but I’m planning on getting more. I love The Setting Sun & No Longer Human.

[dazaiaiko]

Hello! Hope you are having a good day/night. So sorry to bother you, could you write about Fyodor and Dazai (separately) meeting and dating S/O who is a young mom? Sorry if it’s weird and sorry if it makes you uncomfy.

its been a long time since I've written (college is a bitch) but i actually watched a movie about a single mom a week back so i might be doing something with this.

Note: I have yet to post Fyodor's part as it is a work in progress and I have named our S/O as her name is part of the story I have written, apart from this, everything is pretty similar to your request. Hope you enjoyed it<33

Characters : Dazai x fem!reader (young mom), tags : suicide, depression and death mentioned frequently

The recent talk of the neighbourhood circled around - a woman living alone with her toddler in a rundown apartment.

"who knows who the father of that child is...!"

Our subject of this rumour had applied to the quiet yet popular cafe Uzumaki.

Quite obviously in her early 20's, she sat in a corner of the cafe as the old couple took her interview. The afternoon was a quiet one, with two customers quietly sipping away their coffee in shared silence. The neighbourhood outside, quiet, as the streets basked in the afternoon sun. Summer was approaching..

She could make some miso soup for her daughter today and perhaps take her out for a evening walk. Breaking away from the daze, she returned her focus to the interview as she assessed her future employers.

The cafe owners were an old, childless couple. They had already made up their minds to take her in after the rumours travelling the streets reached their ears. However when catering to an organisation as special as the ADA, special measures were to be taken.

"So.... you know how to make coffee, bake goods, manage a register....have you learnt self defence perhaps?"

As she was about to answer, a hoarse voice spoke out behind her, from one of the tables, as a man in his 20's donning a brown coat spoke without moving his gaze from the open book in his hands,

"I believe the lady here has learnt how to wield a knife efficiently, Perhaps Judo when you were young, although I can tell you're out of practise." He looked up from his book to flash a bright smile as he made his way to their table.

"Dazai, Dazai Osamu. And You are..?"

"Hana Shinigami, nice to meet you. And yes you would be totally correct if not for the fact that I am in-fact not out of practise, just out of posture." She flashed a professional smile as she returned her attention to the old couple.

"Ah it seems I judged too fast. However! you bear quite an interesting name! 'Belladonna' pales in comparison!"

Hana - Kanji: 花 means withered flowers often associated with funeral/death

Shinigami - Kanji: 死神 means Goddess of death

"Should I be honoured? My parents were funeral directors so death is quite well imbued in a family like mine. Although, I wouldn't be wrong to think you are way too excited to be encountering someone associated with death, would I?" She giggled as the thought itself seemed ridiculous.

Having seen her parents being ridiculed their whole life for naming their daughter with such an ominous name, she couldn't help but laugh at the childlike amusement of the man she had just met.

"Death is to come to us all, so why fear it and to some the sweet release of death is what keeps them going."

"I see......oh! look at the time, I need to pick up my daughter now then, please excuse me."

"Surely yes, You can join work starting tomorrow and since the cafe is empty and quiet most of the time, you can even bring your daughter here. It would surely liven up the atmosphere."

She nodded at their requests while she said her farewell and went off to the distant as Dazai's gaze remained in her direction. It was the first time he had not called someone Belladonna. How could he when her mere name was a poetic mesh of words he longed for.

The next month passed in a flash as the cafe brightened up by their newest addition- Aoi Shinigami. Her laughter and giggles filled the cafe as she ran around in her little dress, falling and crashing into the legs of the customers.

ADA's recent activities had involved playing with the little star as she hid under tables and chairs, complained about her mother to them all while small jewel like drops fell from her eyes when she expressed her anger and sadness. Her crying would make these renowned individuals come running from their desks to attend to her needs.

Yosano and Kyouka dressed her up in cute outfits and took pictures of her (the pictures adorning their desks as we speak) , Atsushi dropped her off to her preschool and picked her up while Hana worked her shifts, Ranpo even shared his secret snack stash with her and spoke to the oblivious child about cases as she happily gobbled up the sweets (according to him, it helped him think better), Fukuzawa might have added her to his "new kitten" collection on his phone with countless pictures of her curled up taking a nap (a picture of her playing with the cats lying in his phone), Kunikida became her unpaid teacher as he taught her hiragana and katakana in his spare time (he even attended her PTMs) and the siblings became her unofficial babysitters.

How could they let her be when she looked at them with those round hazelnut eyes and dark hair, mumbling incoherent nonsense, whenever she stumbled upon a problem too big for her little hands to handle.

These days you could see the agency transmigrating their office downstairs to the cafe to keep an eye on their little angel sprightly playing around and talking about her friends from school, babbling and muttering about worldly issues and falling asleep in the most random places. Once they found her curled up under atsushi's desk with her head resting on his shoes. What a sight to behold.

Recently they even went to her annual sports event, clicking pictures, cheering for her (even more so than her own blood mother) and taking her for a treat when she did well in her little tests. Hana couldn't be more satisfied with her life. The Uzumaki owners had offered their downstairs floor to her after learning about her living condition, for a cheap rent of course.

Her daughter's days were filled with intellectual people who doted her unconditionally. Her life was simple, quiet and filled with laughter and summer this time seemed more warm than the past four summers.

Dazai too, adored the little star however his attention could be found more focused elsewhere. His eyes followed Hana everywhere with his mind always on the topic of their conversation. Their conversations were witty banters and philosophical debates on the way of life which was quite unusual but they quite enjoyed it over a cup of coffee.

Slowly but surely this unusual union of two people would start opening up to each other.

The evening Hana had opened up to him about her past, they were drinking on the rooftop while the rest were watching a show with her daughter downstairs. The show must have been funny as their laughter could be heard every other minute.

Feeling comforted in the cold night, with laughter and giggles drowning her words, she began her short yet tragic story, overcome with liquid courage,

"You know, I was infatuated, with a man 11 years older than me: Aoi's father.... I was immature and in love. A dangerous combination."

Taking a sip from her whiskey she continued, " He worked in the special armed forces. 'A reckless but fulfilling life', in his own words.

My entire pregnancy, I saw him 8 times, 8 times and then never again. Around that time during my third trimester, my parent's funeral house closed, as they went under debt... They jumped off a bridge with not so much as a final goodbye to their only pregnant daughter.

Not so much as an apology for what they were about to commit or even a second thought. Perhaps they thought if they embraced their death, they could embrace my namesake.

Not much later, came the news of his death, his body never came home. He was compromised abroad so the government refused to acknowledge him as their own.

This was the glorifying death he always talked about, dying in service to his people. Yet it would have been better if he had stayed. In the end he cared for the strangers on the street more than the mother of his child. It would have been better if he had just....stayed And the funniest part? The father of my child and my lover had forsaken all his money after his death to the mother he cut off years ago."

"It was never love, It was an arrangement of sorts, he really never cared."

"Yet here I am confessing my struggles to a man who is obsessed with the idea of imminent and painless death. I guess people's names really do determine their future."

No words were exchanged as the mere act of consoling her would be too harsh from someone who could completely resonate with the thoughts of her parents and lover in the moment of their deaths.

But he moved closer to her, still not uttering a word. Taking the glass of whiskey from her hand, he caressed her cheeks. The scarred bandaged hands moving across her face comforted her, it stopped the tears at the very least. Dazai didn't dare move, he glided his arms around her waist, pulling her slouching body from the chair in to his chest.

Then,

He kissed her. He sprinkled tender kisses on her closed eyes, her lips, her rosy cheeks, her cold hands, her shivering neck. He left no part untouched yet she didn't stop him. She reclined back into her chair with an arm around the man as she let it happen. The night passed in silence as Hana received not consolation but the physical presence and reassurance which she always had craved for,

not the sweet whispers of "eternal love", "being in their hearts" but their raw presence and Dazai offered it to her like a sweet drug she couldn't refuse.

She satisfied her addiction time and time again, The feeling was so sweet and intoxicating that it had become a vice and a blessing, yet she didn't think of it, she didn't let herself think of it when the moments passed.

Soon, he too started talking. He started talking about buried emotions, stories, friends and the distant past which kept lingering with an ominous shadow in his future, and his fears of the unknown for there was little unknown to him and she only listened with closed eyes and lips holding his hand in the deadly silence of the night.

This went on for over a year when their feelings, an entangled mess of emotions and desires as they refused to talk about it until the eventful day:

"Papa!" A noise called out from below as Dazai picked up the toddler.

"Whom are you calling, Aoi?", she pointed her little fingers towards him as she exclaimed gleefully, "Papa!" and ran off towards her mother working behind the counter in the wee hours of the morning.

Dazai, bewildered at the child's declaration, let out a uncontrolled laugh as glances were exchanged between him and the woman who plagued his every waking thoughts as one longing look was all they needed to label what they had, to build on what they had created and resume what had already begun.

THE END

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the rush i felt from writing this was immense. I'm sorry if my writing has become a bit dull from not writing for so long. Signing out- Byee

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ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖 - ✾ Shared Interests ✾ - Soukoku x Female Reader

So I decided to post this on Tumblr too!

Third Person POV

"Shinju wa hitori dewa deki nai~" a man hummed happily underneath the sunset of Yokohama. It was quiet where he was. No cars, no people, just him on a pier over the water.

The pier was high above the water. The salty breeze tickled his nose and dances around his coat. The waves cascaded on the waves repeatedly, creating a soothing ambiance as the man stared into its watery depths. The water constantly moving, never still...what if he went in?

"Oi, Dazai. What are you doing here? Trying to do another attempt?" Another voice remarked.

The said man, Osamu Dazai turned around to look at the shorter male. His face was enigmatic, as if contemplating his decisions in life. "What do you want, Chuuya?"

"I was gonna clear my mind but then you're here," Chuuya growled, placing a hand on his hip as he stood besides the brown haired man. He kept one hand on top of his hat, making sure it doesn't fly away from the violent wind.

"Ew. A slug is next to me," Dazai dramatically gagged, acting  as if he was going to barf.

Chuuya side eyed him, too tired to deal with  dramatic suicidal maniac.

"Oi, bastard."

"What do you want, hat rack?"

"Tch," Chuuya refrained himself from lashing back, despite his muscles really wanting to punch the other man in the face. Dazai just smirked at him. "That new girl in your agency...what's her name?"

Oh? That was something Dazai did not expect Chuuya to ask this soon. Dazai smirked, placing his elbows on the rail as he gazed at the painting of warm colors in the sky.

"Didn't think you had nice taste in women, Chuuya." Dazai said humorously. "Well, her name is Y/n L/n. Quite the beaut, I'd say so myself. She's the new therapist assigned to work for our clients in the detective agency."

Chuuya hummed, his deep voice catching onto his throat slightly as his blue orbs stared at the water. The sunset seemed to melt into the ocean, adding a tint of orange upon the water's surface.

"That so? Good to know," Chuuya muttered pensively.

Dazai side glanced Chuuya, quietly observing his features as he figured out the meaning behind them. "Ah. Shortie has a crush now? Oh wow, and here I thought you were married to wine!" He said in a silvery tone.

"Says the suicidal mackerel," Chuuya retorted, feeling his patience slowly dissipating. "So what if I find someone attractive!"

"So you do admit~" Dazai let out a light hearted chuckling, making Chuuya jump away in disgust.

"How about we make a bet, hm?" 

"Bets with you would be the death of me," Chuuya muttered, glaring daggers at Dazai. To the taller man, Chuuya looked like an angry Chihuahua.

"A challenge then. Wine will be the prize~"

"...What is it?" The ginger grumbled, taking off his hat to place it over his chest as he turned to look at Dazai's profile.

Dazai looked back at Chuuya with a shit-eating grin that made Chuuya want to kick him into the water. The wind made both of the men's hair flutter gently at the rhythm of the breeze.

"I'll make her fall in love with me in 15 days or less!" Dazai smirked confidently.

"Oh yeah? As if I'd let you!" Chuuya stomped his feet like a child, looking pissed at Dazai's challenge. 

Chuuya's response only make Dazai' grin bigger and much more irritating.

"The timer starts tomorrow at eight in the morning. Good luck! You need it since you don't have her contacts~~~ Ack- Chuuya you're chocking me!"

"Kinky bastard, give me her number," Chuuya growled. He kept his gloved hand grasped tightly around Dazai's collar as he stared into Dazai's dead eyes.

"Ahaha. Left my cell phone in my house, aka trash can~!"

And overwhelming about of disgust crashed onto Chuuya, causing him to let go of Dazai.

"You dirty bastard! Nasty! No wonder you get rejected so often."

Dazai had never gasped so dramatically until that moment. He jumped back multiple times as if he had been struck. Slumping back, he laid his hand over his head, emotionally offended.

"Don't involve the waifus into this."

"Ha! Waifu?! You got no bitches!"

"Gasp! Neither do you."

"I have my wine! Besides, I'm 'bout to steal this Y/n L/n before your filthy hands touch her!"

"I've shaken hands with her."

"You will NOT make me jealous now!"

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There's a Will; There's a Way (Book 4) Chapter Nineteen

Dazai Osamu x Fem! Reader

Chuuya Nakahara x Fem! OC

Chapter Nineteen: Burning End

Summary: Dazai faces Fyodor while (Y/N) and Akira fight at the airport.

Mouse Note: ​​​​​This is in the anime, but it's rewritten because manga spoilers are coming! Please keep that in mind! I will also be posting Chapter Twenty with slight changes today, but Chapter Twenty-One, tomorrow, will have major major manga spoilers.

            The world was ending.

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            “My, look at this,” said Fyodor as the doors of Mersault opened up. “A perfect starry night, befitting Dazai’s end.”

            “Goal!” cried Gogol. “Fyodor makes it to the finish line in first place! Absolutely fantastic. My very best friend, everyone! So damn awesome!”

            “Save the acclamations, please,” said Fyodor. He put his hands on his hips. “The thing.”

            Gogol swirled his cape, and a case appeared. “You mean this?” He opened it to reveal the antidote to the poison. Fyodor reached for it, but Gogol closed it. “But first! May I ask you something? Dazai was using his pulse to encode his messages to the outside. How were you communicating?”

            Fyodor smirked. “It’s simple.” He glanced behind him at the various guards walking out of Mersault. “Using them.” The guards removed their helmets to reveal they were vampires.

            “I see,” said Gogol. “You had accomplices within the Mersault security forces.” He smiled. “Now it’s yours.” He tossed the case to Fyodor.

            “Indeed.” Fyodor walked past Gogol to the helicopter.

            “Aren’t you taking the antidote?” called Gogol.

            “I’ll take it on the helicopter,” said Fyodor. He reached for the door and frowned at his injured hand. He tsked and narrowed his eyes. Dazai had actually managed to injure him. That was fine. It wouldn’t stop him from getting to (Y/N). Dazai was dead, after all.

            He glanced back. “I can’t pilot the helicopter with my injuries. Please take the stick.”

            The vampires obediently shuffled into the helicopter and started it up while Fyodor reclined in the back.

            “By the way, what became of Sigma?” asked Gogol curiously.

            “He was brave,” said Fyodor, smirking. “He’ll never awaken again, though.”

            “Those who oppose you always meet an untimely demise,” remarked Gogol. “What about you? What will you do, once you’re out of here?”

            “Just as you said,” said Fyodor. His eyes narrowed, and his smirk sharpened. “For starters, you tried to kill me, so I’ll erase you.

            Gogol grinned. “I like it! It’s the beginning of a new game.” He turned away, letting Fyodor leave.

            The case clattered to the ground.

            Gogol blinked and turned around in interest. “Oh, dear. Do you really want to be treating the antidote like that?”

            Blood dripped onto the case.

            Fyodor coughed and wheezed as the vampire in front pushed sharp baton farther into his stomach. Fyodor gripped it and tried to stop it, but the weapon was forced farther in, and blood continued to drip from the widening wound.

            “How did this happen?!” said Gogol.

            “What a shame.”

            Gogol and Fyodor’s head snapped to the entrance of Mersault. Fyodor gritted his teeth.

            “I was so close to dying. But you see…You can’t kill me.” Dazai stepped into the clear air and smiled triumphantly.

            “Dazai…” said Fyodor, forcing the frustrated word out of his mouth, even as blood choked him and he coughed. “How…”

            Dazai smirked. “Unlike you, I don’t have control over all things.” He strolled closer to the helicopter. “My hand was full of uncertain cards. But you had one weakness: You don’t trust anything you can’t manipulate. Allies. Bram took back his special ability at the airport. Ranpo negotiated with him and had him take over the vampire piloting the helicopter. It wasn’t anything we could have planned ahead of time, but I trusted that’s what Ranpo would do.”

            Fyodor’s eyes narrowed and glared with pure fury at Dazai.

            Dazai grinned at his anger. “In fact, if I had to bet, I think (Y/N) removed the sword. She always does the impossible.”

            Fyodor’s rage turned on Dazai. “But you were shot in the head!”

            Dazai grinned and touched his forehead. “Oh, this?” He shrugged. “Yeah, that hurt. That dumbass was supposed to go easy.” He smiled fondly, though.

            “Who are you calling a dumbass?” said a sharp voice.

            Fyodor’s eyes widened in true shock before he made the connection. “I see…”

            “Chuuya was never a vampire to begin with,” said Dazai.

            Chuuya flicked the contacts he’d taken from his eyes away. He cursed when the fake fangs refused to budge. “Fucking hell, it’s not coming out! Wretched boss glued it in!”

            “It was all an act,” said Dazai, walking towards the helicopter and picking up the case. “I was only able to get out of the elevator because Chuuya manipulated gravity.” He stared at Fyodor in satisfaction as the man suffered. “And then, Chuuya shoots me in the head. The bullet stops at my skull. We used to do this all the time, remember?”

            “Suck it!” shouted Chuuya grumpily, still fumbling with the teeth.

            Dazai chuckled before returning to Fyodor. “You couldn’t see how fast the bullet was traveling through the security camera. Also, the water attack was only to distract you from my actual goals, you see.”

            “You actual goal?” asked Fyodor, hands trying to stop his bleeding. It was useless.

            “That wound.” Dazai pointed victoriously at Fyodor’s injured hand. “With your hand injured, you’d have no choice but to let the vampire take the cockpit.” He leaned over Fyodor and smirked. “Remember my face, Fyodor. Remember who beat you. Remember that I sent you to Hell, and (Y/N) is out of your reach for good. She was never going to be yours. Your darkness won’t taint her light.” He stepped back, ever as Fyodor angrily reached for him lurching in his seat. “Goodbye.”

            The vampire directed the helicopter into the sky.

            “Wait!” shouted Fyodor.

            The helicopter spun and slammed into Mersault. It crashed to the ground, and Dazai, Chuuya, and Gogol watched the crumpled vehicle break apart. The engine sparked and turned to flame.

            “Ah…Angelic light…” Fyodor’s last words filtered out into the air.

            And then the helicopter exploded. Dazai watched Fyodor burn in satisfaction. Only once the flames died down did he approach, but he waited with patient satisfaction.

            “So, is that anemic jackass dead?” said Chuuya.

            Dazai picked up Fyodor’s arm, the only piece of him they could identify. “Yeah. Fyodor’s dead. There’s no doubt.”

            “I see.” Gogol walked up solemnly.

            “Congrats, Nikolai,” said Dazai. “You wanted to kill him, didn’t you?”

            “Yeah. I certainly did.” Gogol paused. “No…I didn’t. No…” He reached out and took the amputated arm. “You’re right. I never exchanged many words with Fyodor. But my life since I met him felt nothing like it did prior. Fyodor was right. I fought so I could lose myself. Now, I…” He fell to his knees.

            Dazai turned and walked away.

            “What happened to your usual snark?” said Chuuya.

            “Nah. Not today,” said Dazai. He lifted the case. “I got the antidote, too. Let’s go.” His gaze hardened. “The fight isn’t over. And I need to make sure someone is alright.” (Y/N), my light.

            “Yeah…so do I,” said Chuuya. His mind went to Akira.

            “Aw, is Chuuya going soft?” said Dazai.

            “You wish, bastard!” said Chuuya. “Let’s just keep going.”

            Dazai and Chuuya approached the helicopter touching down at Mersault. They got on, solemnly escorted by some of the Port Mafia men actually left after the vampire outbreak. Dazai opened the case and injected himself with the antidote, sighing in relief.

            “What, not excited to die?” said Chuuya, finally getting the fangs out and throwing them out the window.

            “This would have been a painful death. I’m not interested in that,” said Dazai, shrugging.

            “I can give you a death right here,” challenged Chuuya.

            “You just had the chance to kill me and didn’t! How changeable, Chuuya,” chirped Dazai.

            “Tsk. I wanted that bastard dead first,” muttered Chuuya. “He’s causing enough trouble to somehow be as irritating as you.”

            “Don’t compare me to Fyodor,” said Dazai, voice turning cold.

            Chuuya paused and narrowed his eyes. He understood his former partner better than most. “He really got under your skin, didn’t he?”

            “He threatened someone who’s truly important to me,” said Dazai. “I don’t take lightly to it.”

            Chuuya nearly shivered. He remembered that tone. That was the voice of Dazai the Demon Prodigy, the Port Mafia executive that destroyed enemy organizations like they were nothing, killing for the thrill. Fyodor should count himself lucky he got such a quick death. Chuuya suspected that if Dazai wasn’t unwilling to risk his escape, he would have made sure Fyodor properly suffered for threatening the person close to Dazai.

            “Well!” Dazai brightened and smiled. “He’s dead and burning in hell now, so that’s all the matters!”

            An irk mark appeared on Chuuya’s forehead. “Don’t go acting all giddy now! We’ve still got vampires and the Decay of the Angel on our hands!”

            “Oh, that?” Dazai waved a hand. “I mean, we’ll just be cleanup.”

            “Cleanup?! Fukuchi has his sword, bandage-wasting bastard,” hissed Chuuya.

            “So? (Y/N)’s there. And she’s more than enough to handle him,” said Dazai. Was he worried about her? Of course. He loved her, how could he not worry? “For now, let’s check on Sigma.”

            Chuuya raised a brow. “Isn’t he dead?”

            “Maybe, maybe not. But he and Dostoevsky had a talk supposedly, and I want to know what it was about,” said Dazai. If it had anything to do with (Y/N), Dazai wanted to know. She was strong, but he loved her. He couldn’t help but want to protect her.

            But fundamentally, he knew the truth of her strength—where (Y/N) had the will; she’d find a way.

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            (Y/N) landed before Fukuchi in a swirl of green light. She stood from her crouched position, gift still alive and ready for a fight as Fukuchi regarded her with surprise and a measure of expectance. He held his sword in one hand and One Order the radio in the other. (Y/N)’s eyes zeroed in on it immediately, and There’s a Will; There’s a Way hummed as it sensed the power radiating from One Order.

            “Come to die just like your companions?” said Fukuchi.

            (Y/N)’s gaze passed over Akira and Fukuzawa’s fallen figures, blood pooling beneath them. Her eyes returned to him, and she stood tall and strong as ever.

            “No. I’ve come to give the world life.”

[shizukufangirl]

A/N - Hello sweeties, I couldn't write chapter 2 yesterday because of the poll, looks like you guys picked both Chuuya and Dazai hehe, I hope you enjoy this.

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You were on your bed, thinking of how could you possibly join the Armed Detective Agency.. Hmmm... What if you pretend that you were evil, but want to be 'kind' now?.. No, too obvious.

what if you pretend to be an orphan who's an ability user?.. No, too weird, your 21 for goodness sake!

Hm... What if you just pretend to be a normal human who just wants a job?

That was kind of strange.. But for this paycheck you would do anything, literally.

And you decided to tell Chuuya your plan.

• CHUUYA'S POV •

Fuck.. Why do I feel this way.. Everytime I'm with them my stomach feels weird.. Do i- No!! I can't get distracted by them, I need to sign these documents..

*knock knock*

• 3RD PERSON POV •

As [Name] knocked on Chuuya's door, they couldn't help but think.

'Osmanthus wine tastes the same as I remember-'

(Sorry, what [Name] actually thought of ↓)

'Is there someone in the ADA that's gonna know who I am immediately when I walk in?'

"Come in" it was Chuuya's slightly muffled voice.

You opened the door and you swore you could see Chuuya's face Redden a bit.

"Oh, it's you.."

"The one and only, why is your face so red Chuuya? *gasp* don't tell me.. You have a crush on someone!"

"Wha-?! No I don't! It's just hot in here!"

"Yeah sure.. Anyways I have something to tell you...

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"Really? That's the ''Genius'' plan that you made up?"

"Hey! That's the best one that I could think of!"

"Whatever.. This may be your weirdest 'plan', but it may work, good job"

Achievement Unlocked! - Praise from the big bad executive :3

"Yay! Thanks Chuuya!"

"Your welcome..?"

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It was finally the day if the plan.

As you were walking down the street, you suddenly bumped into someone

They had messy brown hair, a long sand-colored trench coat, brown eyes and bandages literally almost every where

'Bingo'

"Oh! I'm really sorry sir, I wasn't looking at where I was going."

"It's fine..."

"Huh?"

"But Miss/Mr... Would you be willing to commit double suicide with me?"

Now that's a question our dear [Name] didn't expect

'This is the Dazai Osamu? He looks goofy..'

"THERE YOU ARE YOU TROUBLESOME BLOCKHEAD!"

Yelled out a voice that belonged to a man with dirty blonde hair tied into a low ponytail with glasses

His yell startled you, making you let out a little Yelp in Surprise.

"Oh! You found me Kunikida, Well done!"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WELL DONE?!"

"I-"

"Ugh, I'm so sorry for his behavior, Mx."

"Aha.. It's fine."

"Did he do anything to you??"

"No! He didn't, he just asked me if I wanted to commit double suicide with him.. "

"Ugh that bastar- are you okay Mx.? You look troubled"

"Ah, about that, I'm looking for a part time job"

"Oh~"

The man, Dazai moaned hummed (?), he then looked at Kunikida as if saying 'you know what I'm thinking?'

Then Dazai suddenly said..

"Then.. Do you want to join the armed detective agency, Mx.?"

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Hehe, can you tell that I forgot the entirety of episode 1? Did you also notice the genshin reference at the beginning?

Chapter 3 will be posted tomorrow, if I made any mistakes please tell me sweetie :)

Also, good luck on getting Alhaitham/Clorinde!

Also, question of the day ↓

[hornyforpoetry]

Summer Reading Challange

Hello, Tumblr followers, casual watchers, first-timers, and anonymous visitors. I created this blog to share my passions with other academics. As a workaholic master's student, Tumblr is my little oasis of peace.

  Since summer vacation just started and I, due to school and work, haven't been able to read as much as I would have liked, I decided to start a summer reading challenge, from July 1 to September 30. The goal is to read as many books as I can. I will occasionally post reviews of the books I will read.

  If you want, you can leave recommendations, leave your own opinions or share your own summer challenge and progress. The first version of my list includes 30 titles, I will add more later if something seems interesting to me.

Summer Reading Challenge List:

The Goldfinch // Donna Tartt

The Master and Margarita // Mikhail Bulgakov

Dead Souls // Nikolai Gogol

The Red Room // August Strindberg

The Gothic Rooms // August Strindberg

War and Peace // Lev Tolstoi

The Demons // Fyodor Dostoyevsky

The Sound and The Fury // William Faulker

The Trilogy of New York // Paul Auster

Too Loud a Solitude // Bohumil Hrabal

Lullaby // Chuck Palahniuk

1984 // George Orwell

The Winter of Our Discontent // John Steinbeck

The Human Body // Paolo Giordano

Maybe Tomorrow I Will Stay // Lorenzo Marone

Travels in the Americas // Albert Camus

Exile and the Kingdom // Albert Camus

Lotte in Weimar // Thomas Mann

Death in Venice // Thomas Mann

The Flowers of Buffoonery // Osamu Dazai

Lord of the Flies // William Golding

A Clockwork Orange // Anthony Burgess

Spring Snow // Yukio Mishima

Runway Horses // Yukio Mishima

The Temple of Down // Yukio Mishima

The Decay of the Angel // Yukio Mishima

The Metamorphosis and other stories // Franz Kafka

Towards Beauty // David Foenkinos

Oriental Tales // Marguerite Yourcenar

The Crime of Olga Arbyelina // Andreï Makine

[youremy-celebrity]

a winter story - given

a collection of perspectives of those who have lost, in more ways than one.

angst. each short will have more specific warnings and disclaimers if needed. see the end for notes.

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just like the unmelted snow under the shade, protected from the sun, i go on living with these feelings inside me

geto suguru

geto wonders if he could ever break free of "love"

tell me, what kind of words could i use, to close the door on this love

kageyama tobio

kageyama moves on from the karasuno high volleyball team

you've lost your everything, robbed of your tomorrow

oda sakunosuke

oda thinks kids are forced to grow up too quickly

yet it remains wandering through eternity

nakahara chuuya

chuuya reflects on the constants in his life

along with me, who was unable to say goodbye and move on

just like a magic spell that wouldn't break

or perhaps it was some kind of curse, i remain carrying this heavy baggage

tell me, what kind of tomorrow should i anticipate

dazai osamu

the people that dazai had considered friends were no longer

my cold tears that freeze in the sky

pretend to be kind as they brush along my face

someone who was once here has been torn away, that's all there is to say

even if your everything fades away, losing its shape, it remains alive within me for eternity

levi ackerman

levi reminisces amidst the noise of his thoughts and the black tea in his cup

as i move forward again, unable to say goodbye, you are always here with me

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main masterlist

an: no surprise i was hit with a brick wall while working on my shinsou smau and this worm of an idea could not be plucked out until i wrote them all so i have an angsty collection coming up! not sure if anyone's done this sort of thing before so lmk if this needs proper credit!

this entire post could have been dedicated to satosugu or to dazai and now i'm even more depressed thinking about them. these "prompts" are the lyrics of the song featured in the anime given, i did my best to translate them myself but i also googled and took parts from existing translations. i will be writing a short with some characters i think embody the lyrics, if anyone wishes to see any particular character under any of the prompts you're welcome to send an ask! or perhaps even write something and tag me!

youremy-celebrity © 2023

<3

[neoheros]

atsumu miya is notoriously bad at keeping secrets.

if you ask anyone he knows - and i mean, anyone at all - they'd all be able to tell you the exact same thing: never ever trust atsumu miya with a secret, because chances are he won't be able to keep any of them.

"okay, it is so not fair that osamu knows, but i don't."

atsumu groans, his gloved hands stuffed tightly in his coat pockets, and he curses once again that he didn't anticipate the snow coming down onto the city tonight.

it's ten in the evening, you've just clocked out for the day, and even despite your numerous insistence that you'd be fine walking home alone, atsumu happily strides beside you anyways.

"samu can keep a secret," you remind him, and your shoulders rise as you laugh, "you can't."

"wrong." atsumu scoffs, shaking his head disapprovingly, "i can keep a secret. i just purposefully tell everyone what it is because it's part of my natural charm."

you narrow your eyes, giving him an unconvinced look as you try to stifle a laugh.

"it's part of your natural charm to literally never be able to hide anything from anyone ever?" you repeat, your intonation asking him if that's really the excuse he'd want to go with.

"yes." he nods confidently, "it is part of my natural charm."

so you grin, wide, with childish stars in your eyes, "which adds reason to why i shouldn't tell you my secret!"

"wait," he blinks, realizing what you've just said, and he stops walking for a second, "no, of course you should tell me the secret - you duped me into saying that!"

you cross your arms over your chest, "they were your words."

and you overtake him, walking past where he stopped, and you turn on your heels slightly, turning to look back at him with the same smug grin on your face.

"you're horrible." he tells you, shaking his head as you only look back at him with that same expression.

you take your free hand out of your coat pocket, the smile on your face pursed slightly as you hold your hand out to him, and before you know it, atsumu's back on your side, your hand in his own as he easily takes yours, and just by the way he's holding on to it — you have a strong feeling he has no plans on letting it go.

"i'm not telling you my secret tsumu." you smile, starting to walk with him again, your hands swaying in the middle of the both of you.

and his eyes narrow, "did you do something bad?"

and you think - maybe - but you're not sure if you want to tell him that yet.

"no." you answer.

"are we planning a murder? a nuclear attack?" he presses, the same grin on his face lacing into his voice, "i will get on board with it, i swear."

and the hold he has on your hand feels so much tighter.

"but you have to tell me what it is." atsumu shrugs, the way he's looking at you overwhelmingly soft.

"it's not that." you shake your head as you laugh, "but i admire your loyalty though, i'll definitely call you when that happens."

"well, why won't you tell me?" he asks you again, looking at you this time, and he stays this way long enough for you to actually notice that he is, in fact, looking at you.

he narrows his eyes, "and i know it's not because of that "i can't keep a secret" excuse, cause we both know that's not why you aren't telling me."

( leave it to atsumu miya to know exactly what to say or do to back you into a corner. )

you look at him, laughing, "why does it matter so much?"

and this is what gets him to look back onto the road, completely acting like he never was looking at you in the first place.

"i like..." and he pauses mid-sentence, "i like knowing things."

( he was going to add "about you" to the ending of that sentence, but he decides against it - it isn't the right time for that. )

you stop walking.

straightening out your jacket and making sure your bag is still with you, you look up to see atsumu who's walked a few steps ahead of you already, looking back with half-turned heels in anticipation.

"what're you doing?" he smiles, eyebrow raising.

"this is my stop." you say, your voice not as loud as you want it to be, and you reluctantly point to the building beside you, "i live here, remember?"

and atsumu's smile drops, "oh."

he's been walking you for a few weeks now, even driving you home when he has the chance, so he feels pretty stupid right now for forgetting to stop when you did.

"oh, yeah." he lets out a chuckle, his hand making it's way to the back of his neck in embarrassment, "i think i forgot about that."

and you smile, telling him it's okay, and there's nothing more in the world that he could want except for you asking him to stay.

he looks to the ground, "so i guess i should go."

"you know, you really didn't have to walk me home." you tell him, smile still as unsure as ever, and you tell him this every chance you get.

and he says, the way he always does, with that same smug and lazy grin, "i know - i wanted to."

( and that makes you smile, because atsumu always makes you smile. )

he takes a step away, getting ready to leave, but before he does, he tells you, subtly pointing to your front door, "you should get inside."

and you smile, "yeah."

"bye." he tells you, the smile on his face smaller this time, but the crinkle in his eyes doesn't leave.

and you repeat, laughing slightly, "bye."

and that would've been the end of it - atsumu walking home under the snow, and you walking up the steps of your building to get inside your home.

he would've went home not knowing your secret, and well, for a short second, atsumu really did think that he was okay with that.

but he's not.

"no," atsumu says, more to himself than to anyone else, and he turns, running back to the foot of your building and he yells, "wait, hey!"

( of all the stupid things he could do tonight, stopping you as you're mid-way into coming home would probably be the worst of them. )

but you turn to look at him anyway, the smile on your face easily reaching your eyes, and atsumu likes to think it's because you wanted him to come back and call to you.

"atsumu?" you ask.

and maybe it's the snow or maybe it's you saying his name like that, but he really really wishes that for once — even if it's just for tonight — things would go his way.

"how about this - i tell you a secret, something no one knows," he's breathless, but he looks at you anyway with a nervous smile, "and you tell me yours."

because believe it or not, atsumu miya, most notorious for never being able to keep anything quiet, has been hiding something extremely important to him for a very long time now.

so you say, "okay."

and atsumu smiles.

the edges of his eyes crinkle upwards as he hears you say that, and for the first time tonight, he's got a strong feeling that the universe is finally on his side.

your keys are in your hand, dangling lightly as you take the short three steps down from your building and coming back onto the pavement where atsumu waits.

he stands awkwardly, the smile on his face almost as nervous as you paint it out to be, and when you finally stand in front of him, it only appears to get a tiny bit wider.

you tilt your head, "tell me a secret."

and atsumu nods, an expression on his face that you've only seen a handful of times, but before you could ask him about it, he's already taken a step forward, his hands on either side of your face—

and he kisses you.

atsumu miya has always wanted to kiss you, not that he ever planned to do anything about it, he just — for as long as he's known you — wanted to know what it would be like to kiss the person he's been in love with for the past two years.

so he steps back, pulling away from you first, feeling not so different from the man he was two minutes before all this, but now, he’s someone who doesn’t have to wonder what it’s like to kiss you anymore.

"i've always wanted to do that." his smile taints his voice.

it's snowing — it's ten in the evening and the snow just keeps on falling.

the cold is almost unbearable, and even beneath all those layers of clothes, you still can't deny the slight chill coming on your spine.

atsumu's face is red - his ears, nose, and cheeks covered in a pinkish glow, and this time, he's sure that it's not just from the cold.

“i told you i can keep a secret.”

he smiles, breathing out a puff of white air, and the hand he has on your face still hasn't let you go.

for as long as he can remember, atsumu has always, always, wanted to kiss you the way he's dreamed of, and now - now that's actually done it - he decides that he's done with secrets.

whatever this is, whatever he feels for you, it isn't a secret anymore, because this time, he decides that he's finally gonna do something about it.

his smile is unwavering, watching you as you stand in from of him, and his eyes are expecting of what you're going to say next.

"atsumu," you blink, "i'm transferring out of the msby jackals."

[osamusriceballs]

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR FAVORITE TWINS!! 💖💖🥰🥰

(Especially to the better twin- it’s up to you to decide which one is the better twin tho hehe~)

And it wouldn‘t be a proper birthday if I don‘t post some low quality Miya pics hahahaha 😂😂😂💖

OUR FAVORITE BOYS AHDJDJDKDJEKSK 😭😭💖💖 #WHIPPED

[bungostraygods]

he’s kinda mad he woke up before they kissed