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fishii-writes · 1 month

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sunsetz - sae itoshi

paring: sae x gn!reader

cw: not proofread, ooc sae (sorry i tried...), sae's a passenger princess, mentions of sadness but not rlly angst, just silly fluff tbh, idk where the beaches of japan are so shh pretend its correct :3

a/n: a fic for my pookie tara <3 hope its good cus the isagi one lwk sucked 😭 would you believe me if i said this whole fic was inspired by the line "the sunlight on your face, in my rear-view" from sunsetz?

word count: 1507

best paired with: sunsetz by cigarettes after sex <3

A silence lingers in the car between you and your boyfriend. A somewhat tense silence. Not because of an argument of any sort, it was just that neither of you had spoken up. Which was okay, you didn’t seem to want to talk yet. The soft hum of the music playing was the only thing keeping you from thinking you’re burdening him. Usually, he doesn’t skip practice, not even for you. And you understand why he doesn’t, but today was different. Did he really have a choice if you came all the way to his training place to pick him up? He wasn’t complaining, though.

So that’s why you’re in his car, eyes focussed on the road as his hand rests on your thigh. The tips of his fingers lightly trace little shapes into your skin, soft enough that you shiver every so often, but also soft enough that they don't distract you from the road. After about twenty or so minutes of driving with no exact location in mind, you pull into a parking lot near a park. Your boyfriend slightly tilts his head, confused.

You open the car’s door, get out and he does the same. Once you lock the car, you take his hand and silently start walking down one of the few paths. He doesn’t question, though he’s confused. He simply walks with you, tenderly squeezing your hand. Once you reach a bench in front of a small playground, you gesture for him to sit down, then you do as well.

After another moment of silence, he speaks up.

“You usually don’t ask me to leave practice on such late notice, let alone coming all the way to pick me up. What’s wrong?” in the face of his lover looking clearly distressed, he can’t help but soften the way he speaks. There you have it, the usually hostile Sae Itoshi, getting down on one knee in front of you and listening to your worries. He’d always do it, and it’s just for you.

“I… just wanted to see you,” you finally speak up, words coming out a bit breathy. Something clearly was stressing you, but Sae couldn’t tell what it was. To be honest, neither could you. It was just one of those days where things didn’t feel great. So what better way to cheer up than a late afternoon walk with your boyfriend?

He softly sighs, taking one of your hands and holding your fingers between his and his palm. His thumb rubs over your knuckles, soothing whatever was making you so tense to his touch.

“Come, let’s walk for a bit. Maybe it’ll distract you?” he stands up, your hand still in his as he shifts to intertwine your fingers. You nod, standing up to walk with him again.

It’s hard not to fall for someone like Sae. Yeah, sure, he’s a successful and attractive man. But there’s also that part of him that none of his teammates or the world will see. Only you. Only his world would see it.

With your hand in his, you eventually feel yourself relax. The way the light wind brushes his hair from his face, and the way his lips are pressed into a line… it’s but a sight to behold. If you’re ever worried that you’re staring for too long, don’t be. His eyes may only flicker to you every few minutes, but you’re like a film tape on repeat in his mind. That pretty smile of yours, along with that pretty laugh. If he could and if it made sense to do so, he’d describe each individual feature about you with the word “pretty”.

The two of you walk for a bit longer, simply exchanging stolen glances and enjoying each other’s presence. Afterall, just being with him was your cure to this sudden melancholy. After what seems like forever, even to the ever stoic Sae Itoshi, a soft sigh escapes your lips. His eyes flicker to yours once more, but this time, they stay locked on yours.

“Feeling a bit better?” while his lips didn’t quirk up even a bit at the corners, his eyes were a different story. Almost, just barely, his eyes looked like they were smiling. And maybe that was enough for you to be okay. A small smile forms on your lips, as you feel him squeeze your hand again gently.

“Yeah, thanks,” the small smile lingers on your lips for a moment longer, one that has his heart fighting to admit that he’s got butterflies. Your pretty smile, the one he so badly wants to wipe right off your lips, is making him act like a child. Like some teenage boy who’s crush just waved at him! A lovestruck idiot, even!

If Sae could choose a sound to listen to repeat for the rest of his life, it would be your laugh, or the way you say his name. That’s what knocked him out of his lovesick trance.

“Sae, let’s go play on the swings,” you giggle at his zoned out state, turning your back to him as you skip over to the children’s swings in the small playground close to the path you were walking on. Still a bit dazed, he sits down on the one beside you. For what’s just a mere swing, in a - as Sae would say - ‘lukewarm’ children’s playground, it feels like… where he’s meant to be. With you. There, it hits him, it doesn’t need to be a place that feels like “home”, it’s anywhere with you. You don’t notice him get off the swing beside you, as he stands beside you.

“We should do this more oft-” you get cut off by him stopping your swing, holding one of the side chains to stop it. Unfortunately, he didn't think it through, and you fell right off the swing. To your surprise, you hear a soft chuckle. It certainly wasn’t yours, but you’re not offended that someone was laughing at you. In fact, you’re almost glad.

But being glad doesn’t mean that annoyed pout on your face won’t stay there for a moment or two. Of course, it fades away the moment Sae reaches out to help you up, gently brushing any dirt off your clothes and apologising. That chuckle from earlier was long gone, but a soft pink hue still dusts his cheeks. The moment he notices your mouth opening to say something, probably to tease him, he interupts.

“Let's head back, I'll drive,” he takes your hand again, intertwining your fingers before leading you back to the car. You unlock it, sitting down in the passenger seat while Sae sits in the driver’s seat.

The ride home was less tense than the ride to the park. A silence fills the car, a comfortable silence. The soft hum of music playing sets the mood to something you don’t have to be tense about, this time around. It just feels… right. Like it doesn't feel like you’re burdening him with your requests or feelings for once.

“Hey, about today,” you break the silence, voice soft. You see Sae’s eyes flicker to you for a moment, and he slightly nods. You continue. “Thank you. I’m sorry you had to miss practice, for no reason.” you slightly frown, your hands fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

To your surprise, the next time Sae stops at a red light, he takes your hand and kisses the back of it, eyes locked onto yours for a short moment. When the light turns green again, he holds your hand with one of his, up to his lips and softly mumbles against it. His other hand continues to grip the steering wheel, his eyes on the road.

“It’s my pleasure, love. Never a bother if it's you, so don’t apologise, yeah?” from the corner of his eyes, he can see your lips turn into a flustered smile. He can’t help but let a soft smile adorn his lips, in response to your own.

You hum in response, quietly thanking him. He kisses the back of your hand once more, before returning his hand to the steering wheel. The rest of the ride goes smoothly, occasional chatter helps pass time. It was clear neither of you wanted the evening to end, so he drove around for a bit longer.

Somehow, he had driven all the way to the beach. The car slows down a bit, to let you properly take in the sunset. He watches you through the rearview mirror, how the sunlight adorning your gorgeous face begins to dim. The way your eyes were a perfect shade already, but the ever dimming light just made them appear heavenly. He quickly opens the car door, as do you.

“Wow…” your mouth gapes open a bit, as he lifts you up to stand on a stone ledge, so that you can see the horizon better. With his hands holding your waist securely, not a worry in the world can invade your mind. Not a single thought but him.

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fishii-writes · 10 days

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biggest fan - yoichi isagi

paring: isagi x fem!reader

requested by: @shizulily

includes: headcanons

in which: [first name + last name] is a professional artistic gymnast, and met isagi at a highschool soccer game. now, they're married.

a/n: woohoo first headcanons request! im not sure if these are good so please forgive me 😓 i lowkey don't like the way i wrote this, im so sorry 😭

word count: 476

how you met:

you two met at a high school soccer game, when your friend was congratulating the team her boyfriend was on and a boy came up to you

you two talked for a while then you asked his name and gave him yours. unfortunately, just each other’s last names

your friend dragged you off before you could get his number

years later, you’re waiting for your friend at a cafe for a double date which she set up for herself, her boyfriend, you and a mystery date

you’re about to leave when she walks in with her boyfriend, and another man

one you recognise. they sit down at your table, and apologise for being late

but your eyes are fixated on this man, and his are on you

after the awkward double date, your friend walks home with her boyfriend and the man offers to walk you home

“[last name], right?” he asks, and to his surprise, you nod. “isagi?” he nods in response

from that day on, you two hung out. but the lingering feeling was obvious, neither of you wanted to bring it up, though

lucky for you, your friend organised another double date right after one of your upcoming gymnastics competitions. and she invited isagi

you participate in the competition with your best performance, winning second

a bit down, you walk to where your friend, her now-fiance and your date were sitting

they congratulate you, and isagi asks to talk to you somewhere else

you agree, following him. “hey, [last name], i’ll make this quick so this can be an actual ‘double date’.”

confused, you let him continue. “i like you. i have, ever since that day in my high school soccer team.”

for a moment, it’s silent. then you start laughing. he’s confused but he laughs, too.

“nice to know the feeling’s mutual. wanna date?” you laugh, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek

his cheeks flush pink as he nods. “i wouldn’t object to marriage, even.” he half jokingly says.

well, y’know what they say. sometimes what you say really ends up happening

the two of you got married about a year later :)

after marriage/practices:

at your practices, he tries to come at least twice a week

he cheers you on and at every break, he hands you a your water bottle and rants about how cool you looked, and how well you did

after practices, he gives you gentle massages and you two have a movie night together

he doesn’t really understand gymnastics very much, but her tries his best!

if you have practice or a rehearsal/performance on a Friday night, he treats you to a spa day on the following Saturday

if you have a competition and don’t win first place, he does his best to reassure you that you did great, and he takes you out to a nice dinner after that

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fishii-writes · 3 months

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flower crowns - osamu dazai

paring: dazai x fem!reader

cw: established relationship, reader wears a dress, dazai calls reader "bella" as in bella-donna, really just pure fluff

a/n: first fic... i hope whoever reads this likes it, please let me know if i made any mistakes! enjoy :) also i wrote this some time ago, for one of my mutual's writing event, but they deactivated their account so i'm posting this anyways. happy birthday to the silly!!

word count: 849

Your breath hitches for a moment, using your nails to make a thin slit in the stem. Carefully, you slide another stem through the slit one, and repeat for a few more. There you have it, fully made of white flowers. Now, you just have to wait for your dearest to come to arrive so that the real fun can start.

For some context, you’ve noticed your lover has been really stressed lately, and wanted to do something nice for him. But you know he’d never tell you, he would just go on about his day until he can think alone at night. Thus, you left early in the morning and left a note on your bedside table, reading;

“Good morning, my love. Want to know where I am? Check my location. Also, remember to wear something light coloured, if you want to match! :)”

Now, you’re in the middle of a field of daisies and dandelions, wearing a light yellow frilly-sleeved dress that falls down to just above your ankles. Much like your surroundings, it has little white flowers peppered all over the skirt of it. The bodice of the dress fits your waist, and has a thin white belt with a white flower on it, to match. It shouldn’t be too long until he finds you, knowing he would get curious quickly.

A soft sigh escapes your lips, as you wonder what has him so stressed. Not a moment goes by, even if you’re not actively thinking, that you can’t wait to see him. And as if the universe had heard you, a car pulls up to the far side of the flower field, on the road of the highway. Well, not really a highway, more like a road that’s not in the city and it’s rarely crowded.

And that car is Dazai’s. He locks the car, then jumps over the flimsy fence.

“Bellaaaa, how could you leave meeeee~” he whines, running closer to you as you walk towards him.

The moment he gets close enough, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. You can’t muffle your giggles as he kisses all over your face and neck, smiling against your neck when he stops.

“So, what is all this?” he asks, pulling his lips away from your neck, but keeping his arms around your waist.

“Well, you could call it a date,” you trail off when you notice his shirt. A soft smile forms on your lips as you realise his shirt matched the exact colour of your dress. The shirt is plain, with a slightly darker coloured collar and end of the short sleeves. You’re snapped out of your thoughts by the slightly mocking voice of your lover.

“Love, you’re staring.” he teases, getting an eye roll from you.

“Oh, sorry, I was just confused as to how you knew what shirt to wear. Y’know, the one we bought that specifically matched this dress.”

A soft smile forms on his lips as he presses a kiss to the crown of your head. He always knew how to divert the conversation, as he does in this one.

“Lets just say I checked your closet and the dress you’re wearing now was missing so I guessed you were wearing it and wore this one, in hopes to match.” he chuckles, watching your expression change to a slightly shocked one. He really did go out of his way to make sure you two match, just like you asked. Your shock doesn’t last for long, it becomes a giggle.

“Hm? What’s so funny, bella-donna?” he asks, keeping one arm wrapped around your waist as he uses his other hand to fix your hair. He watches as you keep giggling, the way your eyes close and a faint pink hue dusts your cheeks. One word he would use to describe you was most definitely beautiful. For the other, a word anyone else could use to describe him could be smitten, or even mesmerised.

“Eh, nothing. Enough of that, I have something to show you!” you pull away from his hug, taking his hand as you lead him to where you were making little flower creations. He slightly tilts his head, watching you lean down to grab something, then stand back up. You gesture for him to lean down a bit, he does as you instruct. You carefully place the flowers on his head, then let him stand back up.

“What is it?” he asks, adjusting it on the crown of his head. You smile in response, taking another one and placing it on your own head.

“A flower crown! I made a few earlier, so we can match!”

If you ask him, your eyes were almost sparkling. In such admiration, no words are exchanged, just a gesture. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips. It catches you by surprise, but who would resist a kiss from him? Your star-eyed boyfriend. And if you look closely, his eyes only glimmer when you’re around. You kiss him back, a smile unable to keep itself off your lips.

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fishii-writes · 1 month

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huh? me? - sae itoshi

requested by: anon (yuyu)

paring: sae x fem!reader

au: college

cw: not established relationship, swearing, sae, aiku and shidou are friends, shidou. and aiku (needs his own warning too tbh), ooc sae probably (sorry aahh), shidou and aiku are mentioned by their last names, not proofread

a/n: this request was super cute omg╰(*°▽°*)╯sorry if its not as good as you hoped, and ty for being my first anon! enjoy ;3

word count: 733

“Hey! I like you!”

What. The fuck. The look of sheer confusion on Sae Itoshi’s face almost makes you laugh as you run away with your friend. What just happened? Did his crush, totally top secret by the way, just confess to him? Was it a joke?

“The fuck was that?” you can hear Aiku and Shidou almost howling, ahem, laughing, from all the way down the hall.

“I… don’t know. ‘S not like it matters, anyway.” Sae sighs, running one of his hands through his light magenta hair, trying to ignore the sound of his heart almost racing in his ears. He watches as your laughing figure along with your friend slowly disappears down the hallway. How we want to run after you, but he can’t. Not in front of his friends, and certainly not while you’re at this ripe age. Well, who knows, maybe he’d just never see you again and maybe it was a joke. Yeah, that’s it. It must’ve been a joke.

Well, he was wrong. Very wrong. There, at his soccer practice, he scans the bleachers as his teammates join him on the field, and he sees a face he was almost dreading to see. At least, for the second time today. He groans, turning around, only to be met with a sly grinning Aiku and Shidou. He sighs, pushing Shidou’s weirdly close face away from his.

“What’s our little Sae thinking about? Pondering about a giiiiirrrrllll?” Aiku teases, getting an eye roll from Sae.

“Certainly not. I don’t have time for dating,” Sae speaks his mind and morals, but part of him wants to see, just once, how a little crush might go. And of course, Shidou had caught on. Long ago, obviously, but he never spoke up about it. Shocker, to be honest.

“But what about a crush? Surely the Sae Itoshi has felt even a little bit of romantic affection before, right? Or is he a loser who’s never date-” Shidou’s obnoxious voice is cut off by Sae slapping his hand over his mouth, groaning as Aiku continues laughing.

“Would you two cut it out?! Look, even if I do like a person, they probably wouldn't like me back or have a partner already.” he slowly removes his hand from Shidou’s mouth, glancing around the bleachers to see your familiar face again.

“Looking for someone?” Aiku and another voice say in unison, followed by soft giggling from someone he almost feared to see again. Almost.

“No, why?” he replies in a nonchalant manner, one hand on his hip as his eyes meet yours. And how he wishes he didn’t, since now, he can’t look away. Well, that’s embarrassing.

“Heeyyy, Sae, you didn’t answer me earlier!!” you giggle, clinging into Shidou’s arm as he tries not to laugh. key word; tries.

“You didn’t ask a question?” Sae finally manages to break eye contact, only for Aiku to make the maroon hair boy turn to face you. By force, with his hand in place for the boy to be unable to move.

“Well, yeaahhh… but you could’ve said something after!” you roll your eyes, pouting playfully as Shidou struggles to hide his laugh. Sae sighs, shooting Aiku an annoyed look.

“Well, why don’t you repeat it for him, then? it seems our little Itoshi has forgotten,” Aiku’s voice slightly changes at the end, like how people’s voices change when they talk to babies. and you can see it’s driving said Itoshi insane.

“Okay! Sae, I like you!!” you beam, making Shidou burst out with laughter. Aiku also laughs, letting go of Sae’s face.

“What… Huh?? Me?? Are you sure you didn’t mean to confess to my loser brother?” it seems even the cold Sae Itoshi has to avert his gaze from you. You seem so genuine, with your confession and all. but he can’t help but be surprised, even the second time around.

“You seem like the bigger loser right now, I can't lie. Don’t worry, I still like you for that!” you laugh along with the two other idiots. But he enjoys your laugh a lot more than the two lukewarm freaks he calls his friends.

“Oh please, me? A loser? You deserve the best of the best, as in, not a loser. And I guess I like you too,” he mutters all of his little rant, going especially quiet and soft at the last sentence.

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fishii-writes · 1 month

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highschool sweethearts - osamu dazai

requested by: @mixuu2

paring: dazai x fem!reader

au: highschool

cw: dazai's a massive flirt, pure fluff, dazai asks reader out to prom beforehand, reader wears a dress fit for a princess (and dazai doesn't shut up about it), ranpo and yosano are wingpeople, a tiny bit of ranpo and dazai slander (i love them ykyk), reader is implied shorter than dazai, lwk kinda cringe ermmm, not rlly proofread lol, established relationship at the end

a/n: i love this request so much. its perfect and i hope you like it! :) i'm so sorry it took forever, though. i lost motivation to write 😭 this is kinda just like a before prom thing but feel free to request a part two, i'd love to write one!! :D

word count: 1058

A dress fit for a princess, that’s what’s fit to your waist at this very moment. Its thick, black frills layer down till it touches the floor, giving you the effect of a flower when you do a little twirl for your friend. She smiles, playfully whistling.

“My, my, i think i’ll have to fight your date for you if you keep being this pretty~” Yosano, the friend in the question, teases as she helps you adjust the fabric over your shoulders. You merely giggle in response, patting down the moderately heavy frills. Yosano had adjusted the sleeves so that they were off your shoulders and comfortable sitting on your upper arms.

You turn to look in the mirror. And just wow. She sure does work magic, especially when you ask for help. Yosano leans over your shoulder, smiling teasingly as she whispers, despite no one else being in the room.

“D’ya think he’ll like it? Trust me, he will,” she smiles as you take a quick picture of your dress, for the memories. Since you had just tried it on in a boutique, you still had to pay. Yosano helps you take it off, carefully putting it on a hanger as a staff member takes it to the checkout with her, while you change back into your regular clothes. You walk out of the changerooms, retying your hair when you stop dead in your tracks.

There, at the checkout, was none other than your prom date. His signature cocky smirk plasters his pretty pink lips. And his smirk just grows when he sees you walk out the changeroom.

“Dazai… what’re you doing he-” you get cut off by a tight hug, hearing laughs from who you assume are Yosano and Dazai’s friend, Ranpo. A soft groan escapes your lips, not an annoyed one, more a surprised one. He pulls away after a moment, keeping one arm wrapped around your waist as his eyes meet yours. No matter how many times his gaze meets yours, it softens impossibly and never fails to make your heart skip not one, but maybe even two beats.

“Nice to see you too, dear. Yosano told me that you’d chosen a black dress so i thought i’d come pay for it. Now, is there anything else you wanted?” he smiles, not an intentionally cocky one but it was a lot softer than before. And while you want to tell him that you don't want him to pay, that smile just stopped you for the second time. Yosano seems to have noticed your captivated look, and from the corner of your eye, you can see her mouthing the word “simp”. You roll your eyes, but Dazai catches it and a look of worry almost instantly comes over his face.

“What’s wrong?” It seems his usually flirty demeanour suddenly changed to worry. Yosano likes to call it being head over heels for you, and she’s not really wrong. You shake your head, carefully prying his hand off your waist and walking to the counter.

“I really appreciate the thought, but I don’t want you to have to pay for it. I can do it,” you take out your card from your wallet, only to stop. Yosano and Ranpo were not so discreetly giggling, and even the staff member was giggling into their hands. You sigh, turning to a once again cocky Dazai.

“What did you do?” you slightly look up as he walks closer, cupping your face in his hands as he presses a kiss to the crown of your head. He pulls his lips away from your face, slightly tilting his head down to meet your gaze properly.

“You’re a bit too late to pay, sweetheart. But maybe you’ll accept it? For me?” you roll your eyes, playfully nudging his chest.

“I suppose I can accept it, just this once. Next time, I'm paying, got it?” your voice and tone is serious, but for some reason, his eyes almost sparkle for a second.

“There’s a next time? You’ll go out with me again?” it seems he focused on the wrong part of your little scolding. Your mouth opens a little to scold him again, but Yosano slings her arm over your shoulders and Ranpo does the same for Dazai. That is, after jumping up a bit to reach your date’s freakishly tall height.

“C’mon, [name], cut him some slack,” Yosano laughs, ruffling your hair. You feel your face heat up as Ranpo speaks up.

“Yeah, you guys should go out again. But we’ve got to go now, so say bye to your girlfriend now and let's go get some candy, I'm hungry!!” Ranpo’s sly green eyes flicker to yours then back to Dazai’s as he stifles a laugh. Your date’s cheeks are tinted a prettier pink than his lips, and you have to almost fight the urge to kiss him the moment Yosano lets go of you. But you have some self respect. Key word; some.

“S-she’s not my…!” Dazai’s cocky personality has completely washed away, Yosano’s never wrong about him being head over heels for you.

“Not yet,” you teasingly mutter, getting a joking “oooooooh” from Yosano and Ranpo. Your eyes meet Dazai’s for a split second, the pink tint adorning his cheeks darkening ever so slightly.

“Guess you’re just gonna have to make it official, huh, Dazai?” Yosano quips, letting go of your shoulders and gently nudging you towards him. Your eyes linger on the floor, like it's the most interesting thing to exist and like your irritatingly attractive date wasn’t right in front of you. And he knows it, so maybe that’s where his voice suddenly leaks a tiny bit of confidence.

“Yeah? Would you like that, [name]?” he tilts your head up with his index finger and thumb, a comical smirk on his lips. “Like what?” your face and voice feign innocence, but the tiny glint in your eyes gives it away. You want him to say it. To ask you out, almost like a romance manga.

He rolls his eyes, a soft smile on his lips.

“[name], do you wanna be my girlfriend?” he asks, cupping your cheeks as from the corner of your eye, Ranpo films. Cringe, you can’t help but giggle.

“Yeah, you don’t even need to ask,” you tease, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

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fishii-writes · 2 months

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bewitched - yoichi isagi

paring: isagi x gn!reader

requested by: @starrissm

cw: established relationship, fluff, ig its what he does as a bf?

a/n: yippeeeee i really liked this idea!! hope you enjoy :33

word count: 433

best paired with: bewitched, by laufey <3

If there’s any word to describe what you feel right now, there isn’t. At least, you don’t know if it even exists. He’s got you wrapped in his arms, leaning close to your ear and whispering sweet nothings.

“Keep me in your heart, my dear,” is that a request? You’d certainly oblige, regardless.

There’s nothing much you know about this thing people call “love”. Is it a word? Is it an action, something you can physically do? Is it something you have to feel? You never really understood it. All those years of watching your friends fall in and out of love didn’t really help you learn what this word means, either. But from the very moment you saw him, to when you ran down the dimly lit streets of London at night together, to when you shared a kiss goodnight, you think you learnt what this term means.

It’s him.

And of course, this “him” is no other than your boyfriend, Yoichi Isagi. The Yoichi Isagi. Your Yoichi Isagi.

Despite anything, whether he’s by your side or on the other side of the world, you’re always his first priority. First in everything. First lover, first kiss, first everything. When he does happen to be on the other side of the world, he writes you letters or really long text messages, to remind you just how special you are. Your mind just can’t handle it, the embarrassed giggles escaping your lips as your eyes trail down the words on the papers.

It’s always the day right before he comes home that you read the letters. Sometimes, if you’re lucky to time it right, you’re mid way through his letter when you hear a knock on the door and a muffled laugh as you tackle him into a hug. He’ll always admit it to you, and makes it clear to his team that he misses you at every passing moment when you’re not together. Does he get called lovesick or a simp? Yeah, inevitably. Does he care? Never, not once. He loves you, and he’s damn proud of it.

The more you look back on it, the more impatient you get as to attach your definition of the term “love”. It could very well be Yoichi Isagi himself, but you want something you can explain. A word, maybe.

Enchanted? No, too fancy. You want something more... domestic.

Right, there’s a word that you’ve spent your whole life finding. The meaning, now clear as day.

“Bewitch. Verb. 1. To enchant or delight (someone). 2. Cast a spell over (someone).”

That’s right, he had you bewitched.

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beach day - osamu dazai

paring: dazai x fem!reader

requested by: @mixuu2

cw: not fully proofread (i got lazy...), no established relationship, fluff, mentions of insecurity, the whole ada is included, dazai's a flirt, reader refers to dazai as anything but his name until the end, dazai's touchy, he helps you put sunscreen on your back, dazai calls read petnames like "doll", "bella-donna" and "princess", slightly suggestive jokes, basically he's a lovesick idiot, he also has no idea what personal space is! (jk), after the photo, there's a little surprise, the ending's kinda rushed

note: reader has no pronouns mentioned but they do wear an implied two piece swimsuit and are in the female change rooms but feel free to ignore that, reader is implied to have at least shoulder-length hair but feel free to ignore that too! PLEASE listen to Tejano Blue at least once, it had me so excited to write this. Also I posted this while on phone so uhh idk.

a/n: first request fic!! aaaa this plot was so cute, im so glad it was requested!! hope you enjoy! :D also im so sorry this took so long 😭

word count: 4751

When it comes to friendships, you used to like to keep your work friends and old highschool friends a bit different. Sure, you liked them both, but each holds a special place. But in recent times, you’ve really loosened up. You’ve let yourself make friendships, and tried focusing on the fun instead of stressing about which bonds came from wherever. And thankfully, with the lack of stress about such friendships came something nice. Much nicer than you could’ve ever thought.

“There you go, you look so pretty!” Yosano beams, after she finishes tying the bows on your new swimsuit she bought for you. Kyouka meekly nods, a soft smile on her lips as she whispers a similar compliment. Naomi, on the other hand, was much louder about it. She doesn’t let a moment pass where she doesnt have you giggling into your hands or covering your face out of embarrassment. Was it a good idea to tell her about your little crush? Maybe not. But did it make it less embarrassing? Not in the least. Oh well, it’ll pass. Hopefully.

“Thank you!” All the smiling from the other girls in the change room just made your smile sweeter. Kyouka hands you a white button down shirt to wear open over your swimsuit, for the walk down to the beach.

Yosano and Naomi share a sly glance, which doesn’t go unnoticed by you. But you don’t act on it because it seems as if they’re always plotting something.

“Hey, let me do your hair so it doesn’t get all icky in the water!” Naomi, master of hairstyling and quite literally all beauty related skills, offers. You hesitantly nod, suspicion almost radiating off your narrowed gaze at her.

“Whatttt, it’s not like I’m gonna shave your head or something! You’ve got nothing to worry about, in fact, look forward to today!” She giggles, gently brushing your hair down the top of your back. It tickles a bit, getting a little shiver from you and a teasing chuckle from Yosano. You slightly turn your face to shoot Yosano an embarrassed glare. But she just laughs harder when she sees your face tinting a pink she doesn’t see very often.

“Wonder if he’ll like it? Yeah, thought you’d think that too.” She whispers beside your ear, and you can almost hear the smirk in her voice. That’s what makes your face heat up, but you brush it off as ‘the beach’s heat’.

She brushes through your hair one more time before she loosely braids it, then slings it over your left shoulder. She really works magic, the girl has talent and you can’t deny that.

“Thanks, let’s head out,” you smile, taking Kyouka’s hand and walking out the changerooms.

The four of you continue talking, laughing and walking all the way to the main sand pathway down to the beach. The whole Detective Agency was there today, which means he’s there as well. Not to worry, though, you have your friends and plan to just have fun. Not everything’s about him, and you know it's not about you when he flirts with every girl he sees.

The four of you reach the last part of the concrete path, before the sandy passage. You take off your sandals and the others do too. Your mind can't stop racing about everything. A beach day, with your dearest friends and coworkers! The smile on your face is a bit wonky, as you think about each and every possibility for this day trip.

Yosano seems to notice you’ve zoned out, so she takes your hand, and Naomi’s in the other, then starts running down the hot sand. It catches you by surprise, but it takes you not even a moment to adjust. The four of you laugh as you keep running, the path being somewhat long and getting hotter under the sole of your bare feet by each step. And just when you thought that you could slow down, you trip over a big rock in the sand. Well, it wasn't only you that had tripped over; Yosano hadn't seen it either. Luckily, you managed to catch Kyouka before she fell.

“Idiot!” Naomi laughs, helping you and Yosano up from the sand. You brush any sand on Kyouka’s body before your own, then wait for Yosano and Naomi to do the same. The four of you continue walking down the remainder of the sand path, until the vast horizon is in clear view.

Wow.

“Wow…” the four of you whisper in unison.

You all take a moment to admire the gorgeous sea, and the way it pulls up and away from the slightly darker layer of sand. The admiration lasts for a moment, before Naomi takes Yosano’s hand, and Kyouka takes yours. Yosano grabs Kyouka’s other hand and follows behind the running Naomi, who’s laughter sounded like it was echoing in the never-ending atmosphere.

After what seems like an eternity but also a moment at the same time, Naomi stops. Without warning, though. So Yosano tripped onto her, and Kyouka on top of the two. Lucky for you, you didn’t land on them. But that's not saying that you didn't land somewhat painfully. You landed face first in the sand beside them.

A soft groan escapes, or rather, tries to escape your slightly parted lips. But as you slowly peel your upper body from the burning hot sand, you cough a bit of sand. As if it couldn't get more embarrassing, Junichiro and Ranpo are laughing. Junichiro covers his laugh with his hand, well, tries to. But Ranpo straight up laughs at you as if it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen.

Fukuzawa sighs, helping you up and helping you brush off the sand on your body with the sleeve of his shirt. You thank him, before he returns to where Ranpo and Junichiro were still laughing, giving them a scolding. Yosano and Naomi had gotten up, also helping the youngest girl up and brushing the sand off their faces and bodies. Kyouka quietly thanks the three of you, then quickly walks off to find Kenji. The three of you turn back to each other, emotionlessly staring at each other. That is, before Naomi starts laughing again, then Yosano, and eventually you.

“Hey, let's go play in the water!” Atsushi exclaims, getting responses from people who were joining and who weren't.

You hesitate for a moment. Taking the shirt off meant you would have a lot of your body on display. And while that's something you know came with a swimsuit as such, it suddenly didn't feel so appealing. Yosano gently squeezes your shoulder, reassuringly smiling.

“You don’t have to take it off, we can ask someone for a spare t-shirt and you can wear that on top, okay? Let's get you some sunscreen first, though.” her hand hovers above the small of your back as she quietly ushers you to the large umbrella Fukuzawa was sitting under. There, Kyouka and Kenji were making sandcastles. Your mood seemed to lighten a bit when you saw the way Kyouka wasn't as closed off and quiet around a boy her age.

“Here, sit down, I'll go get the sunscreen from Kunikida,” she looks around, “wait, where is he even? And speaking of where people are, where’s the idiot?”

Ranpo randomly appears behind the purple haired woman, tapping her shoulder and whispering beside her ear. She nods, a faint smirk on her lips as she turns back to you.

“I’m gonna go look for those two with Ranpo, then buy ice creams for us all. So stay here, okay? If they come back, one of them will do it for you. I’ll be back in about half an hour.” she ruffles your hair as you sit down on one corner of the mat on the sand.

You place your sandals with the other assorted shoes, then zone out. Your eyes keep blurring in and out of the various blues and greens washing up further down the beach. Oh, how you want to just jump into the water. Junichiro, Atsushi and Naomi are playing with a beach ball. You let out a breath you didnt realise you were holding, with your head thrown back. You stare at the underside of the large umbrella, the colours faint on the inside. Your eyes close for a moment, the heat making you a bit sleepy. That is, until you feel a cold hand on your cheek. You yelp out, jumping up and rubbing your cheek. A cheeky chuckle escapes said culprit’s lips as you look at them.

Oh.

Just the one person you wanted to forget about today. As if not being confident in a cute new swimsuit wasn't enough, suddenly, the person you kind of wanted to impress was suddenly face to face with you. And you knew his eyes would eventually wander down from your face, if not now. Lucky for you, you had your knees to your chest, so most of your torso was covered.

While you didnt want him checking you or your body out, his attire caught you by surprise. After all, you hadn't seen him in anything other than his usual office outfit, that trench coat and semi-formal wear. He wore a white button down shirt, open, just like yours. Your eyes flicker around again, this time accidentally landing a bit lower. From the waistband of his shorts, you realise it's the same colour as your swimsuit. Almost the same pattern. It's almost as if the person who bought this for you also bought him a matching one. Yosano knew what she was doing, didn’t she? You realise your eyes have locked unusually low on his body, so you try pretending like you didn't just zone out on his lower abdomen. Unfortunately he noticed. And he didn't plan on letting it go unannounced.

“Oh-hoh, someone’s a bit interested, it seems~?” he teases, leaning in close enough to your face for his breath to lightly fan your cheeks. Your cherry tinted cheeks. You almost immediately lean backwards, the opposite direction from him and his teasing actions.

But as if fate really has it against you today, you fall backwards, your back hitting the hot sand. And dear god was it hotter than you remember it being. Your eyes had shut during the moment you fell backwards, but it took less than a second to open them again. Well, it would’ve been like that if your face hadn't been out of the shade of the umbrella. You quietly hiss at the sudden light almost blinding your eyes.

You bring up one of your hands to shade your eyes and use the other to try pushing up from the sand. That is, until you hear a familiar chuckle, and see a familiar, cocky smirk through a small crack between your fingers of your makeshift hand shade. His hands rest on the sand, either side of your face. You genuinely can’t tell if he’s looking you up and down as a joke or in a way you’d look at him. Regardless, you have to stop yourself from kicking him off you. His face hovers a bit over your own, but your eyes stay locked on his face.

If he actually shut up for a minute, maybe your heart would’ve skipped a beat. You stare at him, unamused at his unnecessary laughter. Until one of his hands lightly brushes against your cheek, supposedly moving a stray hair from your face. That’s when your heart feels like it's doing flips. Yeah, on second thought, don’t expect that much from him of all people. He had pinched a bit of sand in his hand and dropped it on your face.

You groan in annoyance, using both your hands to push his chest so he gets off of you. He continues laughing, falling into the sand on his side. When he finally settles down, you grab a handful of sand and throw it at him. He laughs, throwing a handful of sand back at you again. And soon enough, the two of you were chasing each other with hands full of hot sand, throwing them back and forth. As annoyed as you were, the irritation drained away when you heard his laugh. You could deem it genuine, from the way his eyes were closed, but his lashes kind of rested upwards, looking animatedly. A light pink hue dusts his cheeks as he finally slows down his running, near the water. You stop.

Yosano had told you to put on sunscreen, but she’s not here to help you put it on your back. You sigh, starting to walk back to the shade of the umbrella, to chill for a bit. But this idiot follows you, teasingly asking you stupid questions.

“Aww, why’d you stop? We were having so much funnn!!” he whines, loosely wrapping his arm around yours. While you can't deny that you enjoyed that, it got you really tired, especially in this heat. And you were starting to feel your skin tingle, it wasn’t too late to put on sunscreen.

“I didn’t put on sunscreen, so I'm gonna wait till Yosano gets back and then I'll join you guys again.” you explain, trying to push his face off your already warm shoulders. He slyly chuckles, taking your hand and running towards the umbrella. You barely manage to keep up, wondering where the bandaged freak got all this energy. He sits you down, then kneels in front of you.

“But why would you wait for Yosano when I'm right here? Y’know I’m more than capable of applying sunscreen.” he slightly tilts his head, that thing he does when he wants something from Kunikida. Usually, on the blonde, it doesn’t work, it simply gets him yelled at. It's always funny to watch, and it doesn’t really affect him, since he just laughs it off. But on you? It made your knees go weak. And you were sitting down! You feel your cheeks heat up, but again, it was also because it’s insanely hot out on the beach.

“So, whaddya say, doll?” His voice is basically dripping with a teasing intention, but part of you wants to make him shut up. So, you decide to say something just as teasing back, only, it was partly serious, depending on how he reacted.

“Yeah, okay,” you nod, grabbing the sunscreen squeezy bottle from behind you, “Can you do it from the back?”

That gets him quiet. Since you paused between the two phrases, his focus diverted. You can’t help but laugh, ending in a teasing smirk. You lean in close to his face, slightly tilting your head, just like he did earlier.

“What, backing out already, doll?” you tease, batting your lashes innocently at him. He nervously gulps, definitely not expecting such a response from you of all people. But it took him, just like you, a moment to respond.

“Okay, take off the shirt,” he faces away as he speaks, but you can almost hear the smirk in his voice.

You nod, moving your now messy braid onto one shoulder and sliding off your button down shirt. You put it beside your shoes, then turn your back to him. He squeezes a bit of sunscreen on his palm, rubbing his other hand to spread it over his two palms. His palms hesitantly slide down the exposed parts of your back. While he’s very flirty and almost always teasing you on each interaction, he makes sure not to overstep his boundaries and to not make you uncomfortable.

You slightly smile to yourself as you feel his hands slow down when they reach your upper back. He’s hesitating, it's kind of cute. “What is it?” you ask, slightly turning your face to see him from behind. He nervously chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck with the dry parts of his fingertips. His eyes are averted far from yours, they’re nervously darting around to anywhere but yours. You cover your laugh with your hand, smiling as you turn your whole body to face him. You hold his wrist from behind his head, the smile on your lips growing.

“Hey, don’t worry, you’re not making me uncomfortable. Just do my upper back then I'll do the rest of my body, okay?” you slightly tilt your head, but not in the teasing way he does. A more… reassuring way, if you ask him. He slightly smiles, but his gaze remains wandering to anywhere but yours. You laugh, turning back around. For a reason unknown to you, your breath was held in before you felt his hands on your upper back again.

“There, all done. Wasn’t so hard, was it?” he teases, wrapping his arms around your neck loosely from behind. It catches you by surprise, but you don't pull away either. “Yeah, yeah, thanks. You go with the others in the water, I'm gonna finish doing the sunscreen here.” you take the bottle of sunscreen and pour some onto your palm, rubbing it on your other palm and spreading both your hands down your legs. His arms tighten a bit around your neck, lightly chuckling beside your ear.

“Nah, I’m gonna wait for you,” his hands fiddle with the shoulder straps of your swimsuit, getting an eye roll from you. You sigh, flicking his hands off of the straps.

“That wasn’t a question, I said, go with the others, I'm not done yet,” you start removing his arms from around your neck, but he lazily droops onto you again. “But I don't wanna go yet! I wanna stay with youuu!!” he whines, leaning backwards and pulling you backwards in the process. You groan, feeling his arms wrap around your waist instead. He holds you close, your back to his bandaged chest.

“Oi, let go of me, and I'll let you eat my ice cream,” you sigh, hoping he’ll accept the childish offer. Lucky for you, he accepts, happily letting go of you and ruffling your hair.

“Well, I guess your offer tempted me too much, bella-donna. Till we meet again!” he jokes, waving you off before joining the others in the water. You exhale, continuing to rub the sunscreen over your legs and arms, then the exposed parts of your torso and neck. You get Kenji to help you do your face, and Kyouka watches from behind him.

“Say, [nickname], do you like Dazai?” Kenji asks, gently applying a dot of sunscreen on your cheeks. You immediately open your eyes, your face heating up a bit. You hesitate for a moment, knowing whatever answer you give, Kyouka would catch on to it.

“Uh, he’s a good… friend? Coworker? I don’t know,” you nervously laugh, getting a doubtful hum from Kyouka in return. Kenji shrugs at your response, finishing rubbing the sunscreen onto your face. You thank him, then ask the two if they want to join you in the water. Kyouka meekly nods, standing up alongside you and Kenji. The blonde boy takes Kyouka’s hand, smiling as he walks beside you towards the water. It seems he can control his excitement, but the moment you’re less than a few footsteps away from the water, Kyouka suddenly runs ahead, dragging Kenji with her. You laugh, watching them fall into the water.

“You’re not going in the water?” You hear a familiar voice behind you, two hands holding your shoulders gently. You slightly turn, seeing Kunikida. You shake your head, walking into the shallow part of the water with the blonde following beside you. The sand was so hot a moment ago, yet the sand under your feet in the water is cold. It feels good, though. A smile creeps itself onto your lips as the cool waves splash against your ankles. You take out your messy braid that the bandaged idiot had ruined, then rake your fingers through your hair to rid it of any knots. You hear Fukuzawa call out from behind you, to the whole agency.

“Everyone gather in the water, I’ll take a picture,” the people already in the water move to where Kyouka and Kenji are, so that the water is at a level where they can steadily stand. You hesitantly moved forward, the water’s depth not threatening an accident. You slowly walk close to where the water reaches your mid thighs, tying your hair into a simple ponytail. A shaky sigh escapes your lips as you step closer again, watching the blurry sand shift under each step. If such a serene moment happened more often, maybe you wouldn’t get so shocked when you hear an idiot behind you.

“Boo!” he wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you up a bit. You struggle a bit, trying to get out of his grip, but he just laughs in response.

“Why’re you taking so long to get into the water? You scareddd~?” he teases, getting a kick to his shin from you. You roll your eyes, trying to get his arms loosened around your waist. He doesn't let go, nor does he loosen his grip. Instead, he carries you to where everyone was posing for the photo. He lets go of your waist, simply wrapping one arm around it and holding you in place. You do a simple peace sign with both your hands, waiting for the others to pose for the photo.

“Hey, wait up! We’re back!” you hear Yosano call out, as she runs with Ranpo to join the agency in the water. They laugh as the water splashes everywhere, before they settle in their places for the photo. Yosano stands beside you, holding the opposite side of your waist so you can stand up. Dazai holds the other side, leaning close to you as Ranpo poses beside him. Everyone holds their pose, waiting for a thumbs up from Fukuzawa. A moment later, he nods, and everyone starts heading back towards the umbrella. Yosano glances over to you, smiling.

“I assume this freak did your sunscreen for you?” she asks, ruffling your hair with her wet hand as you laugh in response. “Yeah, he did. Did you end up buying the ice creams?” she nods in response, letting go of your waist and walking back to the umbrella. You try following her, but Dazai’s arm is still around your waist. And he doesn’t plan on letting go. You turn to face him, confused.

“Let's go? Why aren't you letting go..?” he pulls you closer, wrapping his other arm around your waist.

“Can you trust me for a few minutes?” he asks, eyes meeting yours. His question didn’t sound rude or threatening, and usually, you’d turn it down but now? You find yourself nodding, just barely whispering a “yes”.

He slowly walks further, where the water eventually reaches his chest. You feel the panic beginning to rise in yourself, since you’re shorter than him. He lightly chuckles, helping you wrap your legs around his waist. One of his hands holds the bottom of your thighs, carefully pushing you up. Your arms wrap around his neck, not too tight but surely not loosely, either.

“What, you scared? Don’t worry, I'll save you, princess,” he teases, getting an annoyed groan from you. Nonetheless, he understands why you’d be scared. The waves crash against his shoulders and your neck, but he makes sure to keep your face out of the water.

“Okay, I appreciate the sentiment but what are you doing?” you have to raise your voice a bit, since the waves are awfully loud. He simply smiles.

“Are you ready to find out? Though I doubt Yosano didn’t tell you,” he flashes you an embarrassed smile, but it looks just as cute as usual.

“Yeah, please make it quick though. The water’s too cold for this,” you nervously laugh, tightening your legs around his waist to stay close with him. He laughs, tightening his arm around your waist.

“Aww, are you that eager? I haven’t even told you what i wanted to do, silly~!” he teases, but you’re still confused. “Say, [name], can I ask you something?” he leans his face in close enough so he doesn;t have to raise his voice. You nod, waiting for him to suddenly say something stupid or something actually in character for someone like him. But to your surprise, he asks something that Naomi had asked similarly to.

“Why don’t you ever call me by my name?” you pause. You couldn’t tell him, what if it’s just a joke? You sigh.

“It’s just… I don't really wanna talk about it, but if it makes you feel bad or anything, I'm sorry, Dazai.” you break eye contact, staring out at the waves crashing onto his shoulder. He sighs softly, but not a disappointed one. It's something you can't recognise.

“I wasn’t trying to guilt trip you into saying it. I'm asking why you don't want to attach meaning to my name,” from the way you immediately turn to face him, the panic in your eyes, he seemed to have guessed right. “It’s not what you think, I promise it's not for a bad reason!” you try explaining, but he cuts you off.

“And here I thought the feeling was mutual,” you can’t tell if he’s acting or not, but it certainly made you want to hug him. But you couldn’t. Why? What if he hates you now? And suddenly your mind goes back to being new to the agency and crying in your dorm over friendships. It doesn't take a genius to notice you’re stressed, so he brings his arm that was holding your thighs up to your waist, hugging you tightly.

“Please don’t worry too much, I didn't mean to make you feel bad. I just… I don't know how to actually say this. Forgive me if this comes off as weird,” he nervously laughs, taking a quick breath in. His index finger and thumb move your chin to face him. Since you knew you’d be in the water most of today, you didn't wear much makeup. But even without it, your cheeks were flushed a soft pink, much like his.

“I like you, like, a lot. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, of course! I just thought I'd tell you, because… well, it's just been a while and I want to get it off my chest.” he goes from barely mumbling the first sentence to rambling on and on.

You freeze for a moment, staring at him. Your sudden silence just panicked him even more, so he continues apologising. You feel a smile form on your lips, and before you know it, you start laughing. He slightly tilts his head, humming in confusion.

“Sorry, sorry, I'm not laughing at your confession. In fact, I'm flattered. I'm just laughing because I spent all this time worrying about if you'd hate me if I told you,” you laugh between your sentences, the shock seems too much for you. When he finally realises what you meant, the corners of his lips tug into a soft smile. But he wasn't about to let you out of this without making you equally embarrassed, no, not in a million years.

“What didn’t you tell me? We’re keeping secrets now, bella-donna?” he can barely contain his playful smirk as he teases you.

“Well, y’know… wait, you’re not making me say it, are you?” the soft blush adorning your cheeks earlier had darkened a bit.

“Mm, no, what ever could make you think that way, my dear?” he chuckles, leaning in a bit. You find yourself leaning in, too. Just as you’re about to experience something you’ve longed for, he chuckles again.

“Nope, you’re not getting it till you can say it. I’m hurt, would you make me do something as embarrassing as this?” he playfully pouts, getting an eye roll from you. You softly sigh, eyes meeting him once more.

“Fine, whatever. I like you too, Daz-” he cuts you off. In the best way possible. His hands may have been cold, but his lips certainly weren’t. For the short moment they were pressed to yours, your worries were washed away, and replaced with nothing but this idiot. Your idiot.

“Enough already, you freaks! Your ice cream's gonna melt!” she laughs, as does Dazai.

“It's fine, I promised he could eat mine, anyway!” you laugh, ruffling his hair.

“Also, call me Osamu. Or yours, either work,” he smiles, making your heart skip a beat, just like it always has.

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