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[reixtsu]

Reixtsu- Dialogue Prompts Part 1

This is my list of dialogue prompts for any future requests! Feel free to use some of these with credit!

Part 2: here

"Ah. As expected. I don't like your smell. I've always been disgusted by the odor of others. Yet I'm fine with the odor of yours."

"I might as well take you away so that way we can live in comfort."

"But…we're married?" "Not behind closed doors."

"Dumbass. Don't you see that I'm trying?"

"This is real life! You don't get to restart when you make a mistake!"

"Sure sure. I'm assuming blowing up the building was an accident too."

"You have the audacity to wake me up and not actually die."

"That's because of my complete and utter failure of being a well-mannered functioning member of society."

"Looks like I'm going to liar's jail."

"The horny people shouldn't go to jail with other horny people."

"You were just an experiment."

"If you want to see explosions, you're talking to the wrong person."

"Please! I don't have a kid!" "Why would I care if you've reproduced?"

"This is why we can't have nice things."

"I have nightmares all the time, so I stay awake."

"Oh my darling. What a mess you've made out of me."

"I count my gain in blood and pain."

"Nothing was nice, but I lived every minute."

"I accept you and I don't even know your reasons."

"You've gotten yourself into quite the mess. Aren't I enough trouble for you, darling?"

"How long have you been standing there?" "Longer than you'd like."

"I don't know what my plans are, but I'm pretty sure it didn't include a migraine like you."

"Shrouded in mystery and ready to die- I knew we were destined partners."

"You know…that's not what an apology sounds like." "Bite me."

"This is not the time for you to be questioning my career choices."

"Can you not talk about ____ the same way you talk about ____?"

"If you were a pokemon, I'd choose you."

"Is your ego really that big?"

"Add me, subject him, multiply your feeling and divide love."

"You're the only fangirl I'd date."

“The masculine urge to not act past 18.”

“Your lips look lonely. Would they like to meet mine?”

“I wanna be spoiled by an older woman.”

“You’re like snow. Beautiful but cold.”

“He immediately wants to go home.”

“Are you guys in heat or something?”

“What the hell? A slut appeared out of nowhere!”

“Your voice is my favorite sound.”

“That info was hella unnecessary.” 

“I don't feel like associating myself with your cheap drama.”

“He really is the biggest piece of shit there ever was. It turns me on a tad.”

“You must be an expert in geometry, because you've got all the right angles.”

“If you were a structure, you'd be a masterpiece of modern art.”

“Are you a blueprint? Because you've got my plans all laid out.

“I must be a sketch, because I can't seem to erase you from my mind.”

“I'm not a photographer, but I can definitely picture us together.”

“If you were a hypothesis, you'd be the one I'd want to test endlessly.”

“I must be an open book because your intuitive mind seems to read me effortlessly.”

“Are you a puzzle? Because you make my complex thoughts fit together perfectly.”

“If life were a theory, you'd be my favorite variable to explore.”

“In the grand symphony of life, meeting you was the sweetest note.”

“Your love is the poetry my heart has been trying to write.”

“If love were a canvas, every moment with you would be a stroke of pure art.”

“In the dance of time, you are the graceful waltz that makes every step meaningful.”

“You're not just my sunshine; you're the warmth that colors my entire world.”

“Mon amour, tu es la lumière de ma vie. (My love, you are the light of my life.)”

“Dans tes yeux, je trouve le ciel étoilé. (In your eyes, I find the starry sky.)”

“Ton sourire illumine même les jours les plus sombres. (Your smile brightens even the darkest days.)”

“Mon cœur bat au rythme de ta voix. (My heart beats to the rhythm of your voice.)”

“À tes côtés, chaque moment est une éternité. (By your side, every moment is an eternity.)”

“あなたは私の心の花です。 (Anata wa watashi no kokoro no hana desu.) Translation: You are the flower in my heart.”

“あなたと一緒にいると、時間が止まったような気分です。 (Anata to issho ni iru to, jikan ga tomatta youna kibun desu.) Translation: When I'm with you, it feels like time stands still.”

“あなたの微笑みは、私の一日を輝かせます。 (Anata no hohoemi wa, watashi no ichinichi o kagayakasemasu.) Translation: Your smile brightens up my day.”

“あなたと過ごす時間は、宝物のようです。 (Anata to sugosu jikan wa, takaramono no you desu.) Translation: The time spent with you feels like a treasure.”

“あなたの愛が私を幸せにします。 (Anata no ai ga watashi o shiawase ni shimasu.) Translation: Your love makes me happy.”

“有你的陪伴，时间变得如此美好。 (Yǒu nǐ de péibàn, shíjiān biàn dé rúcǐ měihǎo.) Translation: With you by my side, time becomes so beautiful.”

“你的微笑如阳光般温暖。 (Nǐ de wēixiào rú yángguāng bān wēnnuǎn.) Translation: Your smile is as warm as sunshine.”

“和你在一起的时光是我最珍贵的宝藏。 (Hé nǐ zài yīqǐ de shíguāng shì wǒ zuì zhēnguì de bǎozàng.) Translation: The time spent with you is my most precious treasure.”

“If beauty were time, you'd be an eternity of mischief.”

“Is it hot in here, or is that just the effect you have on me?”

“I must be a snowflake, because I've fallen for you, and I'm one-of-a-kind.”

“Are you a map? Because I keep getting lost in your eyes.”

“If laughter is the best medicine, your smile must be a prescription.”

“Your laughter is like a melody I could listen to all day.”

“There's something about the way you look at me that makes my heart race.”

“BARKBARKBARKBARKAHSJCIKKKAHHHHAHHAMEOWAJCNNABB”  “You need medical attention.”

“Your presence alone is enough to brighten my day.”

“The way you carry yourself is incredibly captivating.”

“I love the way your mind works – it's as intriguing as it is attractive.”

“Your confidence is magnetic; I can't help but be drawn to it.”

“The way you express yourself is a unique kind of beautiful.”

“I find myself smiling whenever I think of you.”

“There's a certain charm in the way you make even ordinary moments extraordinary.”

“Your intelligence is not only impressive but incredibly appealing.”

“I appreciate how you always manage to make the mundane feel extraordinary.”

“Your passion for [insert interest or hobby] is incredibly attractive.”

“I love the way you carry yourself with a perfect blend of confidence and humility.”

[neevblanc]

this is a req for your cafe event! 🩷 15/Dark Era dazai x reader word: hm.....sick (like the kind of sick after you drink too much) bar lupin shall be the death of me🥹 If you need a name: April

a/n —hiii april! :D ty for sending this in! i've never tried my hand at writing dark era dazai so i hope i can do our little funky guy justice lmao :P

blanca’s cafe event!

this event is now CLOSED! feel free to leave a normal old ask, though!

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Dazai Osamu x GN!reader

Tags— dark era dazai, he's a little mean but what can ya do, regular dazai suicidal antics (help him), killer hangover (sort of), bullying him into being cared for seems to be a theme amongst the ppl in his life (looking at you, kunikida)

CW/TW— drinking, underage drinking, mentions of vomiting, dehydration, suicidal themes

please keep yourself safe.

note — i ended up modeling what reader is to this dazai as something similar to what higuchi is to akutagawa. not exactly, of course, since all four of these characters are complex and very much different but the premise was...inspired, i think. it's interesting. dazai is interesting!

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"Dead to Me by Kali Uchis"

00:34 ━━●─────── 03:19

ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ

"i don't know what you've been told. see i am not your enemy."

The walk up to the roof is familiar. The stairway is damp, and the stairs creak under your feet; the building is one of the older ones left in the city and, therefore, made of wood instead of the metal you were used to seeing.

You open the door to the roof, biting the inside of your cheek as you step out into the open and let it shut behind you. The soft night wind bites at your face in greeting as soon as you are entirely on the roof. Your eyes dart to the right, and you find what you’re looking for in the exact place it always is.

“Are you done now, Dazai-san?” You ask, approaching the man. He’s sat on the ledge of the building. Despite seeing him in this position more times than you could count, unease still seeps into your stomach and pools at the bottom. You stop just beside him, and without thinking much of it, you do the math to make sure you’d be able to catch him if anything happened.

You shuffle a foot closer. He doesn’t look at you when he speaks.

“Yes.” Dazai’s response is clipped, but he takes a deep and visible breath before speaking. You know immediately he’s had too much to drink.

“Are you here alone?” You ask, despite knowing that Oda-san and Ango-san wouldn’t have let Dazai up, and Dazai wouldn’t have been on the roof if Oda-san and Ango-san were with him.

“None of your business.” He huffs, almost clumsy, as he swings his gangly legs back toward the roof and stands slower than usual. You frowned but kept your hands to yourself, knowing he wouldn’t appreciate a steadying hand. You turn first, keeping track of his footsteps that sound quietly just after yours. You hold the door to the stairwell open for him, and Dazai passes you without the slightest acknowledgment. 

He heads out of the building without another word, and instead of following his steps back to his…room, you quickly round the corner and head down the steps to bar Lupin. Two steps at a time, your breath comes out in cloudy puffs due to the cold. The bar door creaks ever so slightly as you open it, and the man at the bar gives you a strained smile when he sees you.

“Got him?” He asks, putting down the glass he’d been drying. You nod, sighing lightly.

“Could I have some of those bread rolls you sell? Put them on Dazai-san’s tab, please. I’ll be back to pay it off later in the week anyway.” You say, leaning on the bar. He smiles gently at you and packs the little rolls into a box for you to take. He hands them over and tilts his head toward the door.

“Now get going. It’s too damn cold and late for you kids to be out.” He shoos you away, and you hurry back into the winter air again.

Fortunately, Dazai has slumped against a building wall not too far away. A flickering streetlight shines above him, keeping his form visible to you despite the layers of black he insists on wearing.

You walk to him quickly, and as you near, he straightens and doesn’t bother to look your way. You do him a favor and pretend he hadn’t been slack-jawed a second ago, half coherent and entirely too relaxed in public.

You fumble the take-out box open and hand him one of the rolls, ignoring the hazy way his eyes roll over your entire form as he takes it. A Dazai this plastered doesn’t have much of the subtly everyone might expect from him.

“These are cold.” He huffed, demolishing half of the roll in one bite. You smile tightly at him.

“Unfortunately, they’re not kept fresh for 18 hours, Dazai-san. We’re lucky Lupin had any leftovers at all.” You sigh. Dazai busies himself with the rest of the roll in his hands, so you don’t get much of a response.

The walk to the shipping yard isn’t too eventful. Fellow drunks and the shady people that populate Yokohama’s streets at night become less and less as they tread deeper into Port Mafia territory. For all the fear that the PM no doubt instilled into Yokohama’s citizens, they weren’t the type to break promises. Shop owners paid their protection fee monthly, and they were dutifully kept from any damage caused by the (admittedly desperate and exaggeratedly large population caused by the Port Mafia) local criminals.

Despite his inebriated state, Dazai’s unsteady feet lead him toward the container he calls home- which you’re grateful for since you couldn’t ever remember which was his in the sea of containers the Mafia had come in and out of the shipping yard.

You watch him fumble with the latches, managing only to flip those over. Dazai had never been the strongest, so when he goes to pull on the handles and pop the container open, he stumbles backward and just barely manages to not fall flat on his ass.

“Um.” He slurs, blinking at his hands. They must have let go without him trying to. You bite back a laugh and pull the handles, only slightly staggering with the weight of the door once it pops open.

Dazai huffs softly and heads in, leaving you to close the door behind you by a cable he had fashioned to the door. You secure the door and turn to flick the lamp in the corner on, illuminating the space in a warm glow. The lamp was an addition you insisted on. Eventually, Dazai allowed you to drag in the thing (along with a semi-quiet-enough generator to keep it running). You had a feeling it was only ever turned on when you were in here.

Dazai had collapsed onto his mattress, worryingly quiet and face down. You put the container with the rolls down near the makeshift bed and gently roll him over, making sure he settled on his side to avoid choking on his own vomit in the night. His face is startlingly blank when you can see it again, and he eyes you with contempt.

“I didn’t say you could touch me.” He says lightly, though you know better than to think he wasn’t bothered.

“Sorry, Dazai-san. You wouldn’t enjoy dying in a pool of your own vomit, I think.” You answer lowly, slowly reaching for a bottle of water that had clearly rolled away one night and hadn’t been picked up since.

He gives you that same withering look and brings a hand up to rest over his eyes. You imagine the headache he’s sporting must be killer- Dazai was not one to be nice to himself, especially not with something so destructive as drinking.

You gesture for him to take the bottle in your hands, shaking it lightly as if he were a toddler who needed the visual cue. He huffs and takes it.

“You should leave.” He mutters, haphazardly bringing the bottle’s opening to his mouth and drinking messily. You ignore the way some of the water overwhelms him and dribbles down the side of his mouth.

“I should, but it wouldn’t do to have you die by choking. Even asleep, I hear it’s a horrible way to die.” You hum, finally shifting into a comfortable sitting position next to the mattress.

A sober Dazai might’ve stared you down until you left, and a particularly pissy one would’ve shoved you out himself.

As he was, he grumbled and let the bottle fall back into your waiting hands and promptly went to sleep, sagging like a corpse into the bed. You place the bottle next to you and sigh as quietly as possible- Dazai could be one hell of a light sleeper.

His breathing deepens quickly, and it’s startlingly quiet despite his inebriation. Dazai was always like this, somehow- walking the line between alive and dead. He was your superior by multiple clearance levels, sure, but not much older than you and not all that physically impressive. His strength was in his demeanor, of course- in his sharp tongue and quick-witted mind.

He was still young, though, and despite being a bit younger than him you were always a little taken aback by how other members treated him when his face was still round and soft like a child’s. The only people who really treated him like a kid you could count on one hand, and one of them was his age.

You’d keep these thoughts to yourself, of course. You’d seen people get shot for much less let alone question their superiors power.

The lamp flickered in the corner. The yellow light made him look sickly. The floor of the crate was rigged and unforgiving, but you preferred to stay where you were. In case Dazai needed anything.

And if it meant you got to settle the tightness in your chest by watching his own move steadily throughout the night, then no one else would have to know.