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sickmachete · 1 year ago
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are you okay ? you haven’t posted for ages
ahh yea just goin thru a bit of a rough patch atm and its srsly been draining my social battery to hell but 💪 we persevere 💪ill be okay :'-)
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curtins · 9 days ago
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thinking about riding gojo so hard and he can't keep quiet
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wowieeee so fun 🙂‍↕️ this is why no genie has granted my greedy ass three wishes bc i'd use it up on this !
minors dni ! gojo satoru x afab!reader
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usually you're the loud one in bed, and gojo fucking loves that. he coos at you when he's hammering his fat cock into you, kissing the spongy patch in your inner walls over and over 😛 in a way that leaves you mewling and crying and moaning his name to the heavens and beyond
but when you're on top of him its an entirely different story. he's got the blindfold off, bright eyes crinkled at the corners and you swear you can see a glowy crackle in their depths right as you hover folds (absolutely wet with slick) right over the bulbous, red tip of his cock thats leaning towards his chiselled stomach.
he's been talking shit for the past half hour, saying that there's no way you can just take all of him like this. that you won't be able to take all his inches right inside of you and how he's gonna have to end up looking after his poor baby anyway
but the minute you start to mould right around his thick girth, it turns out he was running his mouth for nothing. you're doing your best to hold it together because no matter how many times you've fucked in the past, there's always a mild burn in your core from the stretch. so you've planted your hands on his pecs, determined to ride him like a champ
but he's just gone already. rest in peace gojo satoru (yes this is how the manga really ended) because you could really bring him back from the grave with this type of gummy grip 🫡 (this is real, he told me this himself)
at first, he's purring like there's genuinely a soft rumble from him as tufts of white hair on his groin brush past your mound, right as he's sheathed to the hilt. you're rocking your hips, back and forth. and yep, back and forth again.
he's got his large hands right on the curve of your ass, pushing your hips back and forward but now you're clenching around him a little bit too much and his fingers are just digging in to the fat of your hips
"yeah, that's it. look at you, you're falling apart trying to take me into your tight cunt!" (mind you, he's projecting because he's the one whimpering and moaning and groaning, low and raspy)
and his white hair is splayed out on the sheets, damp from the exertion of not busting his nut straight away, and all he can do is moan loudly at the pshhh sounds of your glistening, sopping pussy...
you probably have to slap your hand over his mouth, and he likes it so much that he ends up dropping a fat load in you right after he said he was hardly affected
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daily-basil · 8 months ago
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All the basils hanging out (stranger, rw basil, headspace basil, an au basil and a plushie one)
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Omofalls Basil looks a bit suspicious but i swear he's mentally stable guys!!!! for real!!!
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cyanicdoodle · 2 months ago
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girl you can't even do a vertical jump for beef
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catastrxblues · 8 months ago
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EVERMORE by taylor swift (feat. bon iver) — “and i was catching my breath, floors of a cabin creaking under my step. and i couldn’t be sure, i had a feeling so peculiar, this pain wouldn’t be forevermore.”
my #swiftiegiftexchange2024 for @lovesickallovermybed!!!! 🫶🏽🫶🏽
#HIII HII HII how are you <3333 SO sorry for being slightly to the party but HII#i saw that you are currently recovering from surgery and i‘m wishing you all the best and =a faster recovery 💗💗 i hope you’re okay and#are feeling and getting much better every day 💗💗💗#i’m your anon swiftie and it was really nice to get to know you!! 🫶🏽 you’re super super talented and your gifs are so so STUNNING#it was such an honor to be your anon for this event and i had such a fun time making this !#i was SO excited when i saw that some of your favorite ts songs are evermore and idsb. really really sorry i didn’t have the time to make#something for both because my laptop went dead for sometime and i ended up only having the time to make this 😭#evermore the song is something i hold and cherish deeply in my heart too and it was something that has seen some of the worst of my days#and so i decided to do this song for your gift instead!#i can’t really gif much and couldn’t even try#because my laptop in which i had installed ps in went rip so i decided to make you this#(slightly messy sorryy) scrapbook of my view of the song! i tried to incorporate some of the descriptive lyrics and the objects mentioned i#the song and i hope you like it 😁!#and because i think evermore is also something that IS meant to be incredibly personal to the people that listen to it#i decided to include some photos (+added highlights on every lyric that has ever touched me which is almost everything as you can see 😭)#of some of my journal pages on which i rewrote the entire lyrics (except bon iver’s addition 😅) in ‘21 when the song meant to me the most!#i hope you're having a great dayy love 🫶🏽🫶🏽#SwiftieGiftExchange2024#taylor swift#tswiftedit#evermore#*my edits#nadine.mp3
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merakiui · 4 months ago
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mera your brain is actually humongous with the soul eater/magical girl au.
i feel like floyd would be like the buster sword/broad from final fantasy 7 (due to design) because of the design.
oooooo just imagining matching your wavelength with him he’d be ecstatic 💕💕💕
my heart omg, i love this
also if you do anons can i be 🎀 anon if not thats totally fine
AAAA YES YES!!! That’s such a brilliant idea. I could definitely see Floyd as that sort of weapon. >w< the design truly does fit him.
Floyd who is just so difficult to handle and wield as a weapon. Everyone assumes there’s no one he could ever match wavelengths with because of how temperamental he is, so it’s a shock when you’re able to do so after much trial and error. You were an awkward duo at first, seemingly opposites who’d never be able to cooperate, but you were determined and Floyd insisted he’d only be your weapon. No one else’s. You’re both stubborn and refuse to give up.
So naturally you’re extremely ecstatic after you match wavelengths. Floyd who transforms back into his human form to celebrate with you, cheering loudly. You’ll get dinner and brag to your friends about it, both of you so eager to finally prove everyone who thought otherwise wrong.
Hehe and maybe Floyd finally starts to recognize that what he feels for you isn’t just friendly affection. :) crushing on you in silence aaaaaa!!!! <3
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stuffeddeer · 1 year ago
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thinking about extremely whipped and easily jealous pm dazai with a big crush on reader who keeps talking to chuuya. he assumes this means they have something that he and reader doesn’t have and gets sad about it. he goes to the bar just to vent about it to chuuya who spits his wine everywhere and tells him how stupid be is because y/n likes HIM more than any other person
extremely whipped dazai… anon you’re speaking my language
Dazai had been drinking more than usual, Chuuya had quickly noticed. While the two were quick to claim that they aren’t friends, it was common to see them sitting next to each other after a particularly long day sharing a bottle of wine and venting. Today was no different, the men relaxing in the ginger’s office on his expensive leather chairs, crowding around his desk. The bandaged man poured himself another heavy glass of the bottle Chuuya had been saving for a while, causing him to grumble under his breath.
“I dunno why you’re so angry…”
The short man scoffed at that, deciding to top off his glass as well while he spoke. “You purposely picked the bottle I was savin’,” reddened cheeks give away his slipping sobriety, “Don’t think I didn’t notice.”
“Wasn’t tryna hide it,” Dazai had let out a scoff of his own, chin resting on the hard wood of Chuuya’s work desk. He glared down at the many signed documents, huffing angrily at the signatures of his rival. “You owe me this, at least.”
Chuuya’s eyebrows furrowed pensively. Owed Dazai for what? “I don’t remember makin’ a bet with ya…”
“Not a bet,” Dazai let out a frustrated sigh. “Listen, you owe me.”
“And I’m askin’ for what!” Chuuya’s hat slipped off of his head as he stood up suddenly, the wine in his glass sloshing as he glared down at the usually-taller brunet.
Dazai chugged the rest of his glass. He’d never been a wine-guy, much preferring a nice scotch to Chuuya’s choice of alcohol, so he stuck out his tongue in distaste after the liquid passed his throat. The sight of Dazai’s disgust made Chuuya grit his teeth. If he doesn’t like it, then he should drink something else!
The two were completely plastered. With Chuuya being a lightweight and Dazai finishing off a few bottles on his own, it was destined to happen at some point. Because of their inebriated states, the shorter of the two misheard what Dazai had poorly slurred out after downing his drink. “One more time?” He asked, still unsure what made Dazai so angry with him.
Dazai’s cheeks flushed pink, and not just from the alcohol. How dare this slug make him repeat himself? “You heard me!”
“Did you say— “
“Yes!”
Chuuya’s mouth opened to an understanding o-shape: so he had said your name. “Okay, but, why do I owe you my expensive wines?”
Dazai grabbed the neck of the wine bottle before standing up himself, towering over the ginger. “Whatever! I don’t even wanna be here!”
“I’m not kicking you out, you moron! Just don’t know why you’re actin’ like this!” His hand reached out to grab Dazai’s shoulder, stopping him from leaving.
“You’re pulling them away from me,” he turned to Chuuya with a pout. “You two are always together acting all buddy-buddy. What do you have that I don’t? Why don’t they like me?”
Glass shattered on Chuuya’s nicely wooden office floor, swearing to himself as the wine within the glass splashed up on his shoes and the legs of his nice desk chair. He was too drunk to be embarrassed over dropping his drink, still shocked someone so smart could be so stupid. “D-Dazai, you’re a moron!” He sputters out, jumping away quickly to grab a broom.
“Yeah,” Dazai sits back on his seat with a sad and defeated smile. “I guess I am a moron.” He takes a big swig from the expensive bottle, finishing off the last few drops. The bandaged man’s eyes closed, letting the now empty bottle fall from his hand and onto his lap.
He barely notices Chuuya kneel back down by the desk, gently using a towel to suck up all the wine in between the broken glass pieces. Just as he begins to brush the shards to the side (he’d clean up properly tomorrow), he looked over to see Dazai’s somber look.
“I know what you’re thinkin’,” Chuuya sighs. “I’m not sayin’ you’re a moron for thinking you have a chance with them. You’re a moron for thinking I do.”
Dazai rolls his eyes. The last thing he wanted was Chuuya’s pity. “Hey,” he grabbed the empty bottle again, shaking it in front of the ginger’s face. “We’re outta wine.”
“We?” He scoffed in reply before continuing. “I’m bein’ serious, Dazai. They’re pretty much in love with you. We talk a lot because they’re nervous you’re gonna figure out their secret. Always tellin’ me about how perceptive and smart you are… Makes me sick, honestly.”
No one knows Dazai as well as Chuuya, and same with the inverse. Dazai knew Chuuya wouldn’t lie about something like this to him, especially after recognizing that he was being vulnerable for a tiny moment. Realiing this, Dazai’s heart fluttered. He turned to look at his rival with a glimmer of hope in his eyes, not saying a word as he silently pleaded for Chuuya to be telling the truth.
“Stop lookin’ at me like that, mackerel. They like you. Dunno why, but it’s true.”
Fumbling with his discarded coat, Dazai stands up abruptly. The wine bottle tumbles towards the floor, causing to Chuuya to panic and quickly catch it. “I need to see them!”
“Sit down, asshole!” He gently puts the empty bottle on his desk, letting out a huff of annoyance. “You’re shitfaced, y’know. Sober up. Talk to ‘em tomorrow.”
Dazai’s heart was beating out of his chest. How could he wait until tomorrow to talk with you? All he wanted in that moment was to hold you close - feel the warmth of your skin, bury his face into the crook of your neck, tell you how much you mean to him and how much you are his…
“Hey, drink some water, ‘kay? Whatever you’re thinking, remember they’re probably asleep right now.”
He groaned in annoyance. What does chibi know, anyway? Chin resting against the wooden desk once more, Dazai’s eyes shut in defeat. “Okay…
“...do they really like me?” He opened one eye for a moment, gazing over once again to see if Chuuya was being honest.
“More than they’ve ever liked anyone, apparently.”
A big grin pulled at his lips once Chuuya spoke, smile barely contained as his non-bandaged eye shut again.
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artdcnaldson · 2 months ago
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(can I be 🎶 anon?)
idk...idk idk idk. stuffing your panties in Patrick's mouth while you ride him....is this anything.
Mmmmmmphf because he is such a yapper when he’s fucking/being fucked. He loves going on and on about how good you take his dick, how deep he is inside of you, how wet and tight you are. And then he goads you about how much you love it, how bad you need his cock even when you’re acting like a stuck up bitch about it. Meanwhile YOU’RE the one doing all the work, and he’s talking like he’s god’s gift to pussy? Looking all smug even though you can hear those little moans he tries to speak around, feel the way his cock pulses and throbs inside of you.
So you shut him up with your panties, and he’s all drooly around the fabric, still moaning and loud even with the makeshift gag. When you’ve both cum and you pull them out of his mouth, he asks if he can keep them.
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emotionally-attached · 7 months ago
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☀️☀️Sunny dayssss☀️☀️
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fazgoo-connoiseur-1987 · 3 months ago
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The guy that giant trash monster cadu Williams stabs and infects with evil juices (Detective Larson)
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this isn't him this is @nachosforfree's detective Blythe who i thiiink is sortve based off him. IDK I've been thinking about his situationship with Afton a lot recently so
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jthegayfruit · 11 days ago
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i wanna hear the stanley agere hcs you had 🙏
Okay okay, I prolonged this bc IM NERVOUS >< I'm legit terrified of yall and I can't imagine disappointing yall 🥲
But yah! Stanley regression headcannons!!
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This poor poor man, he doesn't even realize he's regressed most of the time which usually gets him into wild antics (basically "Legend of the Gobblewonker was him being regressed because what grown old man goes around and harasses random people on a boat with jokes LMAO)
His age is usually around 12 but can get lower on particularly bad days (or good days if Stanford is with him)
Stanford has known about it for YEARS and once he and Stanley overcame their differences Stanford helps out with Stanley's regression, usually by helping him notice he's little and keeping him out of the "adult drinks" and from chugging Pitt sodas
Definitely has a ton of plushies he's hidden away (mostly to keep mable from badazzling them or something)
Has a bunch of coloring books, loves to draw and color! Mabel totally hangs out with him and they make up silly exciting stories as they draw, Mabel even makes a few kid friendly crafts for them to do like finger painting and macaroni art (with glitter of course!)
They have to keep the door locked because Stanley WILL find a way outside and won't come back until late in the day, usually covered in sticks, pine needles, mud and leaves
Stanford has invested in a harness for Stanley, one of those retractable ones because little Stanley is an absolute handful
Eats pretty much anything off the ground (five second rule!! Except no Stanley, that's been there for a month and I've been documenting the mold that was growing on it, why did you do that)
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I definitely have more but I don't want this to get too long 😅
I hope this was alright, I've deleted this and rewrote this like- 9 times dawg 😭
My blog is sfw KINK/NSFW DNI!!
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yanderemommabean · 1 year ago
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BBBBF Bean: Ok I meant to send this like a day or two ago but oops. Anyways, I offer you the TRUE scenario of no survival, Yandere Alpha Alien Bees. say goodbye to being able to walk properly (if at all) and say hello to the Alien Bees but with knots and probs a penchant for biting.
If you're able to talk you're able to be bred again, is all I have to say
❤️❤️❤️❤️
-Mommabean (You aren't leaving that room for a wwhhiilllee )
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statementlou · 1 month ago
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https://x.com/Harrygreeneyesx/status/1848371979381850298?t=_OQAw_4Tyvma-undNloWMg&s=19
It's the sun, so I don't know how reliable the source is, but if it's true, I'll be more upset than I already was with this preventable situation. Knowing liam kept going downstairs to the lobby so he wasn't alone and hotel workers SAW he needed help but did NOTHING just sent him back to his room instead of calling an ambulance or something was upsetting but if this is also true I just can't.
ugh I don't buy this at ALL. The link shows the Sun saying Liam was clean right before all this happened which is true; he had to stay in Argentina a few extra days to get his visa for the US reissued and in order to do that he had to drug test, and that test was clean. That's been widely reported. But then they say that the reason he then got fucked up was because a hotel employee "pushed" drugs on him which is fucking nonsense imo. I can't know! But they sure can't either and the likelihood that an addict who had just passed a sobriety test was like hell yeah a little reward and sought out the drugs is literally OFF THE CHARTS, MUCH higher than that an employee found a random guest and was like "heyyyy cmon you know you want to..." TBH the fucking racism and weird shit I'm seeing is INSANE and this is just more of the same if you ask me. I see people saying, unchallenged, that this wouldn't have happened in the US, that he would have been taken care of given proper treatment like ARE YOU JOKING?? This is exactly what would have happened in the US, if the cops didn't literally show up and shoot him, a genuinely common outcome of calling the police on people in altered states here in the US. I mean it's a tangent to this ask but: can we all just get our fucking xenophobia and racism under control for 10 minutes, actually?? This is a terrible situation and we would all like it to have gone differently but this is an opportunity to have some eyes opened to the treatment that users receive WORLDWIDE due to the puritanical stigmas and stereotyping around drug use and the way people DIE because of it every day, rather than be like "wow seems like people in LATAM are really fucked up gosh so glad WE'RE not like that" like babes? YOU ARE. YOUR COUNTRY IS TOO. Go volunteer at a needle exchange in Liam's honor and meet some addicts and understand that they are just people with problems and that they are being treated like human garbage for it everywhere and are DYING of that. Beautiful people with a lot to offer the world are dying every day because episodes like this are handled badly. Because there aren't safe use sites. Because they see themselves as lesser and worthless because they're told that's the case and they give up. Seeing this happen to someone you value can be a window to greater understanding and sympathy- having it instead be used to foster racism and a sense of superiority is a fucking shame and doesn't honor Liam in the least imo.
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sceebybeeby · 10 days ago
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I LOVE YOUR BCG ART SO MUCH WHAT ‼️💥 YOU MAKE THEM LOOK SO COOL
THANK YOU SO MUCH 💥💥💥
a cricket for your travels
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merakiui · 8 months ago
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Hi malleus begger here again (maybe i can be 🐉anon). I just saw damsel and I NEEEED THAT MALLEUS FIC!! Maybe the dragon in the movie was able to have one other child and that one is malleus. He helped his mother get vengeance for his siblings death, until yuu fell into the cave and he fell madly in love. Then it's malleus obsessed while hunting you down to keep you safe from his mother and you running away because big scary dragon. Maybe he takes his humanoid form to trick you into thinking you've been saved by some prince charming but its just him finally getting what he wants. Don't mind the horns and fangs and glowing green eyes, he's your savior here to take you away. Maybe its his first breeding season and you are just so tempting. Idk please excuse my obsessed babble.
AAAA YES YES OTL running away from two big, scary dragons!!!! >_< but one of them doesn't want to hurt you hehe. Maybe Malleus convinces his mother to spare you and now that you're no longer a sacrifice you can live happily in the caves with him as his mate. Malleus who doesn't want to scare or hurt you any more than you've already been, so he keeps his human form when he's working you open on his fingers to prepare you for his cock. You cry and squirm, but he shushes you gently and promises you you're safe here. Those dreadful humans betrayed you and for that it is inexcusable. He'll be sure to make them all pay for acting so callous towards you!
Mama Draconia warms up to you once she truly gets to know you. It's been a few months and you're pleasantly plump with Malleus's child, so soft and sweet. She can't wait to welcome the little one into the world. You've tried to escape a few times, but it's impossible to get past a dragon when you're so tiny and they have such great hearing. ;;; Malleus fawns over you, so happy to have you here with him. He loves you very much. <3
There is no kingdom for you to return to, for it's been reduced to ash.
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stuffeddeer · 1 year ago
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i randomly thought of pm!dazai and ada!reader and……
You shifted uncomfortably on the wooden seat, hands fiddling with the hem of the black tablecloth. Dread isn't strong enough to describe what you felt leading up to this.
"You haven't even looked at the menu, darling," Dazai smirked across from you, a glimmer of amusement in his eye.
Without your usual aggressively crude retort that always had Dazai holding back laughter, you timidly picked up the fancy, leather bound menu - hands now fiddling with the thick string keeping it sewed together rather than the tablecloth. Your gaze was thoughtless, barely registering the exorbitant dishes listed alongside exorbitant wines.
The bandaged man sighed, his frown a clear indication of his annoyance, but kept his mouth shut.
You thought back to the president’s plea with you the day before. He hadn’t expressly told you to play nice with the executive of your rival organization (he wasn’t that kind of man), but the way he asked you to stay calm and remain vigilant told you all you needed to know. Furrowed brows pointed down at the menu allowed Dazai to read your frustration.
The two of you had done nothing more than trade blows on the battlefield — usually to Dazai’s success — and yet he’d appeared at the agency one day to ask for permission to court you. Had he not been your enemy, you would have considered it sweet, dismissing that the bouquet of daisies he brought came stolen from the flowerpots of the café below. He was anxiously fiddling with the white petals, panic in his gaze when he’d accidentally pull one off the flowers. The dangerous demon prodigy of the mafia you’d been warned against time and time again was utterly smitten with you to a pitiful degree.
He seemed to have cleaned up his act since then, smirking confidently at you while leaning back in his chair across the table. Shifting, he moved forward just enough to gently push your menu down, following the action with a soft, “Hey.”
You looked up at him, taking his place as the nervous one between the two. Having succeeded in gaining your attention, Dazai rested his chin on the palms of both hands, continuing to lean in towards you.
“You’re uncomfortable.”
It wasn’t a question, merely an observation, and yet you replied as though it were. “I’m not.”
Still no witty retort. The thought caused Dazai to sigh once more, but his grin remained the same. “If you didn’t want to go on a date, why did you agree?” His tone was nonchalant, a slight shrug punctuating his question as he leans back comfortably once again, but you knew better. His finger running over the rim of his empty wine glass, gaze shifting from you to down at the table for a moment too long…
“You know why,” you choose to reply, not mentioning his nervous demeanor.
Of course Dazai knew why.
“Have you two had enough time to look over the wine menu?” A cute waitress stood at the edge of your table, a polite smile on her face and hands clasped together behind her back professionally.
Silence held still for a moment too long before you decided to speak up. “No, sorry, not quite— “
“We won’t need to.” He quietly folded up the separate wine menu, handing it back to the waitress. Your brief moment of shock quickly turned to disdain as he continued. “The bottle that should have arrived this morning will do. Under Dazai,” He spoke cockily.
This motherfucker had a bottle of wine flown in for this. He asked you out the day before, so how long has he had this planned out?
The waitress politely took the wine menu from him, her eyes lighting up momentarily as she realized who he was. “Ah, Mr. Dazai! We’ll have that out for you shortly. Our owner wanted me to commend you on your great taste. It’s a shame she couldn’t be here in person.”
A dismissive wave of his hand sends the waitress away, leaving to grab whatever bottle he specifically ordered.
“What’s the occasion?” You spoke distastefully, forgetting yourself for a moment. Instead of tripping over your words to save the moment, you just let out a low breath and waited for him to respond.
“Why, it’s to commemorate our first date. Even if you only agreed to appease me, I still want it to be special…” He trailed off, words turning soft before he cleared his throat. “You deserve only the best, darling. I ordered the most expensive wine for us tonight: a 1992 Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon. The price comes from the vastly small quantities of bottles ever produced. I had the owner track down a bottle and paid her the difference.”
“Oh, how kind,” you spoke awkwardly. “I don’t really drink, though.”
Tense, awkward silence practically stung the two of you. Dazai felt so stupid; the first time he actually likes someone, and he couldn’t even figure out what you like in preparation! Chuuya had guaranteed this bottle would impress you, but you didn’t even like wine.
Dazai stood up abruptly, his face unreadable for a moment.
“But, um, I’m fine trying it! Like you said, it should be special!” You figured your recovery attempt was poor as Dazai spun away from you, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his fancy suit pants.
“Let’s go.”
The waitress watched in shock as the two of you leave the restaurant, clutching the $500,000 bottle of wine in her hands.
You’d been following silently behind Dazai for a few minutes, and with his quick pace, your legs were starting to ache. The fancy shoes you’d donned were killing your heels - you could practically feel the blisters forming. But still, you remained quiet. What would he do now? You pretty much ruined his whole plan, told him you weren’t interested, and made him waste a bottle of wine you didn’t want to begin guessing the price of. It was a 1992 Something Eagle… What was it? You’d definitely ask Yosano when you saw her next at work.
Suddenly, Dazai stops in front of a small curry shop. The place looked cheap when compared to the restaurant you were just in, and the idea of Dazai being well versed in the place felt like a joke. You two were visibly out of place in the joint, something that only hit you as he held open the door, letting you walk inside ahead of him. The place was well kept, but clearly not a restaurant you’d wear a suit and tie to, which is what Dazai was happily flaunting in the original restaurant just a few minutes prior.
“We’ll both take the usual, please,” Dazai speaks to the man behind the counter, who happily smiles and begins dishing out two plates of curry.
Your date pulls out a chair for you at the counter, pushing it in gentlemanly once you sit down before taking the seat next to you. “Thank you” is muttered by the both of you as the bowls of curry are placed in front of you.
The only sound was the clattering of dishes as the attendant cleaned and you and Dazai ate. After a moment, he started whining, tongue sticking out as he complained about how hot it was. The view was… welcoming. It was nice to see Dazai in a state that wasn’t so perfect. You figured all the anxious fiddling you’d been exposed to earlier (and the day prior) was an act, but you were starting to view all of it as genuine. Maybe he really did just want a chance with you.
The soft laughter you let out had Dazai turning to you with hearts in his singular visible eye, cheeks red (from the spicy curry, of course) and breath still. “The infamous Demon Prodigy can’t handle his spice?” You smirked, and for the first time in two days, Dazai relaxed. That was a witty retort, wasn’t it? You were feeling more comfortable.
“Wow,” he spoke breathlessly, completely enamored with you for a moment before clearing his throat. “I mean, wow. I can’t believe you’d make fun of me for not eating spicy foods.”
You chuckled, and Dazai swore he was in heaven. He got you to laugh twice. “Honestly I'd expected someone in your position to stomach the spiciest of foods with crazy-high tolerance,” you rested your chin onto your palm, leaning in towards Dazai.
“Well, I expected you to have terrible spice tolerance, so ha.” His response was bad, but the glimmer of amusement that flickered in your eyes made him not care.
“Hey, thanks for this. I don’t much care for stuffy restaurants like that.” You took a bite, not even flinching as you swallowed the spicy curry.
“I just wished I had the foresight to take you here first.” Another silence settled between the two of you, this one much more comfortable. “And… I’m sorry. I should’ve realized you’d feel forced to accept my invitation. After today, we can go back to only seeing each other in battle.”
“Hm,” you hummed, swallowing the curry you bit into as he started talking. “Honestly, this was still one of the better dates I’ve been on, if not entirely weird. Maybe we could hang out outside of work. As friends, of course.”
“Just friends?” Dazai let out a dramatic gasp, hand over his heart as he nearly fell out of his chair. “But Romeo and Juliet were a romantic pair! How are we to take over their destinies?”
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but the corner of your lips quirked up in amusement. “Their destinies were to kill themselves.”
“Exactly! And how are we expected to reach that point as just friends?” Dazai whined childishly, an exaggerated pout jutting out his bottom lip.
“Maybe we can revisit the topic in the future.”
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