#florist Dazai

[ohhcinnybuns]

My brain being productive : write baker chuuya making a thirst trap for floristzai.

Me to me: Done.

The video began with him rolling his black button-up sleeves to his elbows in his apron. Then, the reel transitions with a zoom-in. This time, there’s Chuuya without a shirt, wearing only an apron to cover his bare chest, kneading dough, and showing off his toned arms to make berry tartlets. His movements are precise as he places the dough into small greased muffin cups in the oven and pulls them out to cool when his timer goes off. The video then shows Chuuya stirring yogurt, honey, cardamom, and vanilla and filling the cups. When the tartlets are done, he takes a bite, savoring the blended ingredients in his mouth and giving his bottom lip a lick. He finishes the reel like he did the first, with a smirk over the shoulder, a wink, and walking away.

[daydreamalley]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu & Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) Characters: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Murase (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlor, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Baggage, Dead Flags Ensemble (Bungou Stray Dogs), Mentioned Oda Sakunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), also dead (sorry), graveyards and grief, Hurt/Comfort, Comfort, hopefully?, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Soft Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), POV Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), POV Third Person Limited, Tattoos, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Healing, Pondering the meaning of life, As One Does Summary:

“Guess I’ll be seeing you around,” Chuuya muttered.

“Yes, I’m sure I’ll be hearing more of you.”

Chuuya rolled his eyes. “You can deal with it, bastard. Not like it’ll kill your pretty, dying plants.”

“Aaww! You think my plants are pretty?!”

Chuuya groaned as if physically pained.

“You’re right that they’re already dying from the moment they’re cut, but they’re so beautiful even as they’re dying! Isn’t it so poetic?”

The door to Chuuya’s tattoo shop slammed shut harder than Dazai thought a door like that could. A smile crept onto Dazai’s face as he looked down at his pretty, dying flowers and the memory of Chuuya’s voice was finally clear in his head again.

A flower shop x tattoo artist AU in which Dazai and Chuuya reunite years after they grew apart in their troubled youth. Somehow, they've both made it to the world of the light, but will they be able to rebuild the bond they once relied on?

[kevyfanfics]

Finally get to post the @SKKReverseBang I’ve had in the works for months! Thank you to the amazing @/heartz4osamu on Twitter for the amazing collab, I can’t wait to read the au you’ve brought to life! Bee!Keeper Dazai and Florist! Chuuya 🐝🌸

[causenessus]

leaving soon. | dazai o.

dazai x f!reader

written in 3rd person bc i can

song recc: the fear of losing this by florist

word count: 2.8k words

notes: use of pet names angel, love, and bella; WARNING for mentions about suicidal ideation,, not heavy angst, it's just dazai. and also the reader thinking she'd be fine dying if she's with dazai. not in a manipulative way, just a way of loving him in every universe and state <3 lots of hurt/comfort, overthinking, and insecurity. basically both dazai and the reader are horrible at communication so they have to figure it out together. established relationship implied. takes place during cannibalism arc after dazai is shot. civilian or ada reader not specified on purpose. thank you for reading!

she was the first person they called when they found out.

well– the first after an ambulance had been called. after that, she was the next most important person to call.

not important enough to have any part in saving his life, though. not just as a doctor; she wasn’t good enough to prevent him from thinking of killing himself every day. she wasn’t important enough to keep him from throwing himself into the way of danger, not worth enough that he thought about what would affect her before he wound up in these situations–

it was wrong of her to be angry at him for something like this. she knew what she’d been getting into when she first met him. when she first started falling for him, and when she confessed. she knew all along what he was like, and she still loved him anyway.

yes, he had a past. yes, he joked about committing suicide every day. yes, he was reckless. yes, he was a mastermind. yes, he was selfless and willing to always put everything above himself. yes, he was bad at communication. yes, he was worthy of love. yes, he could give love.

relationships were a work in progress. they would always be until the day she ended up buried next to him, hopefully. deep down, a part of her had already forgiven him for the episode of panic and stress she'd had as soon as she'd recieved the broken call from atsushi. but the other half knew it also wasn’t wrong of her to feel upset when she'd heard that her boyfriend had been shot in an alleyway.

she knew him well enough to know he knew he was putting himself in risk of danger in that alleyway, whatever he'd been doing there. she reckoned he probably knew he was going to be shot, too. and if he knew all that, she just wanted to know why he didn’t give her a heads-up. she wasn't asking for all the details. even just a text, moments before, saying "hey. i'm about to end up in the hospital. someone might will call you. don't be too worried." she didn't expect them dating to miraculously change him into a man who didn't crave death at every moment, but had it been so wrong of her to hope that maybe being in a relationship would cause him to think twice before getting himself in situations like these, no matter how much he assured her he knew what he was doing?

one day, as much as she hoped it wouldn’t be the case, she feared there’d be something he failed to account for. one day, he'd go missing, and no one would be able to find him, and it'd stay that way. she feared one day they wouldn't be so lucky as to find him bleeding out in an alleyway when there was still a chance to save him.

but there she went again, being angry at dazai, then being angry at herself for being angry at him, and then shoving down her feelings before she even had the time to process them. because she didn’t want to be the overbearing girlfriend who always plagued and worried about her boyfriend, but she couldn’t help it when her boyfriend quite literally wanted and was trying to kill himself.

everyone she had talked to had agreed that it wasn’t wrong of her to feel worried about her partner and that they would support her if she decided to distance herself from him for her own sake, but she could never bring herself to do that. if anything, to be completely honest, she’d rather she die with him than leave him to die on his own. 

maybe she was weird or morbid for thinking that way. maybe she needed to seek help. but all she knew was that she truly loved him, but maybe he didn’t feel the same way. maybe their entire relationship was just temporary for him and he didn’t want to die with her at his side. maybe death was something sacred for him that he wanted to experience alone, or she just wasn't the perfect one for him and he was still looking for that "special one." she wasn’t entirely sure what his thoughts were on the concept, or what he really, truly thought of her. she didn't know if she was really of any value to him.

maybe she could figure it out for herself. maybe she was a horrible, terrible, awful girlfriend for not knowing what her boyfriend thought of committing suicide with her, but she had no idea. she wasn't sure what was okay for her to bring up, and what wasn't. how was one supposed to go about asking their partner's opinion on a double suicide? she had been frozen by this fear as she stood outside her hospital door, but it was something that had been on her mind long before now. the fear of bringing up something that might ruin their relationship started even before they were dating; with even the thought of confessing her feelings. even though she'd gotten past that, it never became easier bringing up touchy subjects with him, out of fear of triggering something without the intention to.

she had been stuck outside his door for more than ten minutes since she'd been left by a nurse to open his door and check on him. she was unsure of what to think of herself, and what to do. her hand was fisted and raised, ready to knock but then she decided ‘i’m the first person on his emergency contacts list. i don’t need to knock; he’s mine. he probably wants to see me. i’m his.’  

she swung the door open.

what was she doing with her face? what was she supposed to be saying? why had she decided to come in so abruptly? she should have knocked after all. she was reminded of the fact that she was not enough to stop osamu from wounding up in a hospital in the first place. she didn't have any right to barge in like this.

then, all of her worries melted away when he turned away from the window to see who’d entered his room and his face softened.

“[y/n],” he whispered, and she saw his bandaged hands loosen their grip on the sheets he'd been holding. his shoulders dropped, and his whole demeanor seemed to relax.

“osamu,” she called his name back, letting her body do what felt normal. she was glad it had a sense of what to do, because she felt like she was at a loss for words. if she opened her mouth, she wasn’t sure if a tone of concern or of anger would come out. 

she took a seat in the chair pulled up to the side of his bed, loosely intertwining her fingers with his nearby hand. the bandages that adorned his skin didn’t bother her. in fact, she was often overcome with an urge to kiss over every inch of his body and tell him how beautiful he was. the hospital gown he wore was what bothered her; she thought everything about him was beautiful and she couldn’t stand the thought that there’d be a scar on his body because of her. because she hadn’t done a good enough job of telling him how loved and important he was. that he didn’t think of himself nor her as important enough to keep himself out of danger.

her lips were pressed into a grim line as she ran a thumb over his knuckles. she wished he would eat more.

“everything go well with the surgery?” she asked, talking softly as if the silent atmosphere in the room was fragile.

he hummed in response, “yeah, they took good care of me. i should be good to leave by tomorrow afternoon.”

her head perked up at the answer, “that soon already? are you sure?”

“yep! as long as i take it easy, they’ll let me go tomorrow which is good. thing are tense between the mafia and agency right now. ranpo and kunikida are fine, but we'll have to work together with them against the one who caused all this, and i’m the only one who can faciliate that.” 

she liked it when he explained everything to her, it made her feel helpful, as if at least he could share his thoughts with someone else rather than keeping them all wound up in his head. she nodded along, trying to push down the concerns she had for him. the mafia wasn’t always nice to work with; even if dazai was right and their cooperation was the best course of action, that didn’t mean they would agree to it–at least not without a fight.

“you are going to take it easy when you’re discharged. right?” she gave him a look, in which he gave her a wry smile in return.

“of course i will, bella! who do you think i am? and i’ll have you, my guardian angel to make sure of it, won’t i?” he laughed, squeezing her hand as he talked boldly.

it had been easy for her to forget that he would want her by his side but the reminder made her smile, “you’re right. i'll be there to make sure you don’t hurt yourself again.” she almost added something else to her sentence but the "again" spoke well for itself, she thought. she didn’t want to ruin the mood so she kept it vague and her mouth shut. dazai looked at her expectedly, as if he was waiting for her to say something else but she only smiled at him, “i think i’m going to go take a walk real quick, just to clear my head. is that okay? i’ll be back soon.” she made an excuse as she stood up, turning to walk towards the door of his room before a hand gripped her wrist, pulling her backward.

she yelped as she fell onto the bed, flush with his chest. she could feel and hear the groan he let out when she hit his torso and on reflex tried to push off of him to lighten the pressure on his wound but his grip remained strong around her wrist, pulling her closer.

the prick of pain that shot through his stomach was a small price to pay for having his girlfriend on his chest, where he had wanted her from the moment she’d walked through the door. he wrapped his arms around her back, keeping her secure and from escaping his arms.

she allowed herself to be held in his arms, knowing it was useless to try to fight it now. she sighed, trying to enjoy the moment as her ear rested against his chest, allowing her to hear his heartbeat while she looked out the hospital window to the orange colored sky. 

“why take a walk away from me?” he mumbled playfully, nose buried in her hair. when she didn't respond, he placed a gentle hand on both sides of her face, tenderly guiding her head up to look her in his eyes; warm, chocolate-brown pools of adoration.

this is pathetic.

how did she come in here upset and worried about him and end up being the one comforted?

“you’re thinking too much in that pretty head of yours, angel. you’re thinking way too much about things way out of your control. that isn’t good. i can’t let you worry yourself to death like this, love. you gotta let me know what’s up. pretty please?” his voice was soft and pleading, but she winced at the mention of the word death, averting her eyes from him, instead opting to lay her head back on his chest, focusing on the steady rhythm inside of it. it was the surest sound in the world, the only thing she felt that could silence her head at the moment.

“sorry, angel,” he brushed a hand through her hair again, “didn’t mean to upset you, but i can tell, you know. and it makes me worried. i want to know what’s upsetting you so much.”

“says you,” she replied, huffing in frustration. he waited for her to continue, and she did, “you think you’re worried? i’m worried. about you! you’re the problem.” his fingers stopped moving at the mention of him. 

“‘don’t worry about me,’ i can already tell what you're about to say. ‘yes i know i was shot but don’t worry it was all part of an elaborate plan i didn’t tell you about after promising to try to communicate better,’” she mimicked him, trying to explain to him her point. she feels the hum in his chest as he processes her words and starts to grasp it. “it’s just– i’m sorry if that’s mean. and i’m sorry for worrying because you don’t need that added to your plate, but i can’t help it. i didn’t want to tell you this at the start because i don’t want to overstep your boundaries or give you one more thing to fix. i don’t care much about you breaking your promise to communicate better because it’s a lot to ask and it can’t always be done. i know you’ve had a difficult past and i don’t mind, osamu. i’m not mad, all i want is for you to be safe. and i know that’s a lot to ask from a suicidal man and that’s why i don’t know where i have a say in all of this– but i love you and it hurts for me to see you put yourself in danger so carelessly without telling anyone, as if i’m not enough to make you think twice before injuring yourself. sometimes– sometimes it feels like i’m just something for you to toy with before you die. something for you to entertain yourself with before you inevitably end up leaving. and i don’t want you to leave. i don’t want you to die, or at the very least without me– but i also know that’s nearly impossible to ask of you.”

he had started to rub her scalp as some sort of apology while she’d explained her feelings to him, and she still couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes. she felt pathetic and weak with the tears in her eyes, and even worse when they began to slip from her eyes, no doubt seeping through his shirt and bandages. “you have every right and place to say whatever you would like, bella.” he spoke up after a beat of silence as he thought. still, it didn’t make her feel any better. he could just be saying what he knew she wanted to hear, but what she wanted was the truth. how much time did she have left with him? how much was she worth? was he leaving soon?

“you're the closest person to me and you deserve to say whatever you would like and to know what’s going on. i love you, too,” she could practically hear the smile in his voice as he said those words which made her face turn red as she turned away from the window to hide it in his hospital gown. her own confession had slipped out of her without a second thought, but she hadn’t meant for this to be a serious moment of testing how much he loved her. “i wouldn’t have agreed to try to change if i didn’t want to, but that’s why i made you that promise. i do want to change and be better for you, whatever that entails. i’d rather talk to you about my plans even if you don’t like them so that you know what’s going on rather than leaving you in the dark. because i never want you to feel like you’re just a toy or anything of the sort. you’re so much more than that, bella, and i should show as much. i’ve been and am forever grateful for your love and patience, [y/n]. i don’t deserve either. ask whatever you want of me and i will do it. will you give me another chance, my angel?”

“of course,” she mumbled in response, nuzzling and kissing the center of his chest, finally feeling the truth and love behind his words spread through her body like a warm fire. “i love you,” she whispered, not expecting him to hear it.

“i love you too,” he whispered back, pressing a kiss to her scalp.

a noise from the window made them both jump as they turned to see a spotted orange cat with a sardine in its mouth waiting outside. it was posed too well to be a normal cat, and the pair shared a glance as she moved to start to get off of him.

“do you want to come along with me this time, bella?”

“always.”

[evilkaeya]

florist Dazai and detective Chuuya... hear me out. Hear me out. Chuuya falls first. HEAR ME OUT MORE. He's so smitten he visits the shop 5 times a week.

("Just ask him out Chuuya-san" "I can't. that beanpole idiot is too cute." "I see you truly are in your lovesick era..." "WHO'S LOVESICK?")

[sharuruwrites]

Another

I'm in love with the idea Of dying with you in my arms But not like this - The Bird song by Noah Floersch

Tags: Osamu Dazai x Fem!Reader, Angst, inspiration from BEAST manga, unedited, Reader works as a florist, lots of deaths, Dazai being a Yandere in one of his past lives?, Unalive oneself, fluff

A/n: haven't read the manga, but hearing these specific lines from that song two days ago while driving to home, made me write this. I do recommend to look up hanakotoba or Japanese Flower Language after reading this one shot.

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The ability to experience and remembered all past lives sounded a good idea in theory. However, one must expect that not everything would be the same as one hoped it'll be.

Unfortunately, Osamu Dazai was blessed? or perhaps cursed? He really didn't know at this point as he lost count in how many lives he started and ended. Dazai was too busy studying the lady's beautiful features behind the glass window of a flower shop.

Someone was so lovely and brimming with life, but so far within his reach. The carefree smile on your face never changed either.

Yes, this wasn't his first encounter of you. In fact, in every life he experienced, a very special constant existed. He unexpectedly believed he would get his desired ending.

You.

Despite your profession being the same through the many lifetimes, you always have a different favourite flower and a different ending.

In the first book, the scent of red roses was constant to him as you always greeted him with it. It was a fall at first sight. Stolen kisses, intimate conversations, and silence filled with affection. Love and Passion -- those two words described what his first relationship was like with you. Just the existence of you was enough to fill the void he found in his tiring world.

Yet, his enemies found out his 'weakness', and the last thing he remembered from that life was rage and anger directed at everything after your corpse was delivered to him.

In the next book, your first meeting, Dazai brushed his fingers against yours as you were reaching for the soft hydrangeas. Memories from the previous book haunted him, and swore to himself that he would do everything to keep you safe. The moment you fell for him he ensnared you, and locked you up in his apartment like a caged bird.

Dazai took advantage of your kind heart by threatening to take his life if you dared to go outside. His fear of losing you and his stubborn pride drove you to insanity. Instead of an obedient and dependent beloved welcoming him home, he found you dead with an empty bottle of sleeping pills.

In one of the books and after many more tragedies, Dazai vowed to not fall for you, but fate was a such a cruel mistress to suffering. Everywhere he went, you were there, wearing a metallic spider-like flower brooch.

Since when fucking Yokahama city became a small town for him to see you so easily?

Dazai avoided you like a plaque, but it's unavoidable as you were somehow acquainted with the agency's mad doctor, Yosano. During your visits in the agency, longing still filled him as he caught glimpses of you. Dazai yearned to be the one who makes you smile effortlessly.

After he gathered the courage to approach you, he witnessed a car crash as your body flung across the busy street of the city. His mind screamed at him to get close to you, but he stood still as his eyes locked onto the bloodied flower brooch on your dress.

That's where realization hit Dazai. Whether it be from the start or from the end, you and him were doomed. He's enamoured to a dream -- to die alongside of a beautiful lady. But, if it meant a countless partings with you attached to your tragic end, why would he wished for it?

Although all hope may seemed lost, Dazai dreamt of a very peaceful scenery last night that ignited his hope of a happy ending with you.

"I know we just got married," Dazai cupped your face, and his thumb caressed your cheek. "But, will you marry me in our next life?"

You leaned further to his touch with your eyes getting misty. "Well, as long as you hear me say yes."

With a deep breath, Dazai walked into your flower shop. The bell rang, and the flowers' scent filled his senses. He took a moment to enjoy the sight before him—the roses, carnations, and lilies, all so pretty. He felt himself smile at the sight, as if he hadn't seen them in years. He had never thought much of flowers, but after he met you, he found himself falling in love with them.

"Welcome!" you called from behind the counter, greeting him. "How may I help you?"

"Instead of help," Dazai plucked a cluster of small blue flowers from a nearby vase. "Can't I just give a beautiful lady like you a flower?"

"Oh," You meekly accepted the flower. "How did you know that forget-me-nots are my favourite?"

Dazai chuckled. "A lucky guess?"

[lover-lyn]

I love chuuya so much he's perfect I'm very way

Also I'd like to mention that this is semi inspired by @milky-aeons wedding work, I fell in love with their writing and it's so good I just had to take the idea for it, hope they don't mind <3 (I really hope my writting lives up to theirs)

Line Without A Hook

It's a curse

And it's growing

You're a pond and I'm an ocean

Oh, all my emotions

Feel like explosions when you are around

And I've found a way to kill the sounds, oh

Oh, baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you

I need you here to stay

Ricky montgomery ↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺

At fifteen years old, Chuuya was too busy trying to lead the Sheep to worry about such silly things

At sixteen years old, Chuuya had seen some light. Until it was snuffed out.

At eighteen years old, Chuuya had pushed all thought of it to the back of his mind, as he was drowning in taking over most responsibilities Dazai had abandoned once he left

At twenty years old, Chuuya had given up on all hope of it.

He'd be a fool to keep on believing in such things.

He wasn't human. What could ever make him deserving of such a thing?

And at twenty two years old, Chuuya was making preparations for a wedding.

He couldn't even dig up the slightest memory of how he had gotten here, all that he knew was that he must get everything done in time, and properly.

How silly he must have looked. A mafia executive running around town, from jewelers to florists and tailors

He was hell bent on organising the most lavish ceremony to have ever been

Originally, he had only wished to peacefully elope. Quietly and without any troubles of unexpected factors

Until Mori caught wind of it. And all of a sudden the entirety of the Port Mafia knew of his engagement, and he had a wedding to plan. With a deadline of one month.

At least the boss had been kind enough to both fund and lend a helping hand in organisation

Yet what he was most grateful for was the church location he had managed to aquire for them, completely upsurging the two year wait list

Just yesterday, he had sat the both of you down and spent what must have been one of the longest meetings he had ever attended going over the details of the wedding, wich arguably made his current job much easier

Despite his first wishes of not having a wedding at all, he was now determined to see this through void of any mistakes or hiccups

If he was going to have a wedding, it would be the singular most show stopping and luxurious of weddings.

He had a perfect spouse, so naturally he had to give them a prefect event

Maybe, he would be good enough to be a fitting groom

Although he may not be human enough to deserve love, he's never- not for a second doubted that his love is as human as can be.

It far surpassed the love he could have ever held for anyone or anything else.

And only when he loved did he feel human. fortunately for him, he had love to spare when it came to his spouse.

Did I cook or am I cooked

[unicornpopcorn14]

My fellow bsd-analysers! I need help getting a reliable source for info I found!

I've been doing some research on the dragon's head conflict, and, naturally, looked into the wiki-fandom page first thing. That's when I found some interesting information that I've never seen before, nor have I found anyone mention. The information is as following:

(After Chuuya punched Dazai in the manga):

Later, Shibusawa reappears, noting the streets are more populated than normal considering the ongoing war. He approaches a florist, asking her for a bouquet of white flowers, but the woman reveals a gun. The woman, alongside all the other 'citizens', is part of a faction Dazai leads. Dazai confronts Shibusawa himself, bluntly telling him he won't hesitate in killing him, and that, no matter how powerful the ability, a "one-man army" stands no chance against a juggernaut faction of ability users like the Port Mafia. This concept interests Shibusawa, who asks Dazai if "power in numbers" is why Dazai joined the Port Mafia, to which Dazai confirms. Their conversation continues, and in the end, Dazai states that while he can let go of the death of 'Colonel', he is not kind enough to leave Shibusawa alive. Shibusawa approves of Dazai's resolve, urging him and the Port Mafia to show no remorse. He states the conflict will not end until he is defeated. Dazai argues it will only end after everyone dies, and claims to know a way to end everything. To which, Shibusawa suggests "more conflict". Shibusawa compares the Dragon's Head Conflict to a conflagration - a large, destructive fire - and the only way to end it is to extinguish its flames with an even larger, greater explosion. A massive explosion goes off, much to Dazai's (rare) shock. Shibusawa explains he's arranged a war between the Port Mafia and all the opposing organisations combined and intends to destroy their headquarters. Dazai cannot believe Shibusawa arrived here, prepared to die, but Shibusawa informs him he made two miscalculations. 1- Shibusawa knew of the ambush. 2- Assuming Shibusawa belongs to no organisation. An array of different abilities attack, slaughtering the gunmen. Shibusawa confirms Dazai's claim: that the power of an organisation is incredible, as he found his way into one out of sheer boredom. Another assault hails down on the Port Mafia's headquarters. Oddly impressed with the 'White Giraffe', Dazai learns Shibusawa's name - and as such, the head of the Dragon's Head Conflict. A Mafia building crashes into the plaza, along with many other buildings belonging to different organisations. Despite all the organisations now participating in a single war, Dazai goes missing.

When did all of this happen?? The article provides no source for this section. I checked the manga, the dead apple lightnovel, even the dark era ln, and none mentioned anything about Dazai's confrontation with Shibusawa when he was 16. All of them cut from Chuuya punching Dazai straight to seeing Dazai captured and waiting to be rescued.

It still seems too detailed to be something fanon, so what's the source, exactly? And where can I find it?

[fyodior]

short oda blurb cuz i've been hurting recently </3 btw i mention putting rocks on graves, that's a jewish tradition for showing respect and that someone has visited ♡♡ divider by @/benkeibear

Ding, ding, ding! Wake up sleepyhead!

The goofy custom ringtone he recorded for you that usually made you smile had you swallowing thickly this morning, hands shaking as you fumbled to turn it off as quickly as possible. 

Underwear on, one leg in pants, then the other. Slide both arms through your shirt sleeves, then pull it over your head. Brush your teeth, pull back your hair, swipe on what little amount of makeup you can manage as your coffee brews. Routine and redundancy makes things easier, especially when everything feels out of control.

You have a rule of keeping at least one picture of him in every room of your house, and in the bathroom you keep an old Polaroid of him offering a lopsided smile to the shaky camera as he offers it an ice cream cone. If only pictures could capture sounds, this one would’ve played a loop of you cackling behind the camera as the man tried his best to pose for your picture - he was somehow the least photogenic and most photogenic person you ever knew. Every picture of him was more strikingly handsome than the last, but he couldn’t pose worth a shit.

Today you picked up the yellowing Polaroid from where it was tucked into the corner of the mirror and gave it a watery smile, making a mental list of every last thing you’d give up just to hear his laugh one more time. To hear even one second of it. To see just a flash of that smile, to hear his voice say your name. Just once. You’d give up the world. You’d go broke, blind, lose your job, and lose your house. For one more second of him. If it meant subsequently giving up your life, too, you’d do it - because maybe then, you’d get to be with him again. 

It’s a hot day as you walk down the street, your fingers swelling just a bit, but nothing and no one could pry that silver ring off your finger even if they threatened your life for it. You could stand some discomfort for the day. There was no engagement behind the ring, but it had no less meaning. Not when Dazai revealed to you that he had skipped lunch with him and the boys for weeks in order to save up for it. Not when it had two tiny stones sat next to each other, both of your birthstones embedded deep into the silver.

The tinkle of the bell as you open the door to the florist startles you - sudden and loud noises tend to do that these days. You pretend to peruse the different bouquets, all displaying different arrangements of beautiful flowers, so as not to seem strange for jumping right on the one you already knew you wanted. He would’ve just laughed at you, telling you you were too nervous about what people thought of you. The shitty part was that that part of you, that anxiety had begun to fade when you were with him. What people thought of you never mattered when he was by your side, and you always knew what he thought about you. He never failed to make you remember that, in his eyes, you hung the moon, the stars, mercury, venus, and everything in between and beyond. But now that he was gone, all of that fear came back. 

When you finally decided it seemed like an appropriate amount of time examining flowers, you finally picked up the bouquet of your shared favorite flowers.

“Are these for your boyfriend?” the well-meaning florist says from behind the counter as she rings you up.

“Yes, they are,” you nod, smiling sweetly. “I’m actually on my way to see him right now.”

“Well, make sure to let him know he has a wonderful partner for caring enough to bring him flowers. I hope you two have a wonderful day together.”

“We will,” you chuckle.

The gentle breeze tousles your hair as you follow the cobblestone path to your destination, bouquet of flowers in one arm, and your latest read in the other. You liked to keep up somewhat of a book club with him, reading a few chapters aloud for him every time you visited. 

Normally you had a bit of a routine every time you visited, brushing the accumulated dirt and grime off his name and replacing the rocks that had fallen off the top of the stone, but you didn’t quite have the energy for that today. Instead, you just laid the flowers in front of him, before sitting down on the ground.

“Today officially marks it, Saku. I’ve now… had to remember you for longer than I’ve known you.” Tears spring into your eyes once you finally admit it out loud, not quite realizing the gravity of it until the words took shape. “And to be honest, babe? I’m kinda fuckin’ tired of it,” you laugh, wiping your eyes. “I don’t want to have to remember you anymore. Remembering hurts like a bitch. I want you back more than I want to take my next breath. Doesn’t that suck?”  

[fancyfeathers]

Society of Protection (Yandere Bungo Stray Dogs x reader x original characters) (normalized yandere au)

Chapter Twenty One, Blood and Cards

(A/N- I apologize for the long wait and the short chapter, life has just rough lately but we’re back)

Prologue and oc intro

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven, part one

Chapter seven, part two

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

Chapter eleven

Chapter twelve

Chapter thirteen

Chapter fourteen

Chapter fifteen

Chapter sixteen

Chapter seventeen

Chapter eighteen

Chapter nineteen

Chapter twenty

Chapter twenty, part two

You felt your body stiffen up as Ango approached you, your eyes glancing over at the doctor and her face had an “I’m sorry” expression written all over it. You internally rolled your eyes, you suppose it could not be helped. Dr. Stevenson put on her best smile and gestured to you. “Ango Sakaguchi, this is Miss (Name). She is one of my friends here from Yokohama.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss (Name).” Ango said, his tone dead as he extended his hand to you. You almost shook it but then your memory snapped back to William’s words…

“From what I hear you two have the same if not similar abilities”

If he touched you he could know your plans and previous conversations, so you settled on folding your hands in front of you and bowing your head. “It’s nice to meet you as well.”

You heard a hum from the government agent as he tucked his hand that he held out to you into his pocket, his eyes narrowed at you. You could could feel your palms grow sweaty under the gloves. There was a silent tension between the two of you as you figured out what he was trying to do and him figuring out that you know. This silence was broken by someone calling the doctor’s name and she was dragged off somewhere else to socialize.

“So what do you do?” You asked even though you fully well knew, better to be socialize rather than be suspicious.

“I do work for the government, and you?”

“Oh I work as a florist.”

“Your employment files said that you left that job a number of months ago.”

Your stomach hit the floor, had he been researching you? The government’s knowledge on members of the society should be limited, Dr. Stevenson, Victor, and Jane Austen at most. So the chances of him knowing you were a member of the Society was low, to him you should just be a friend of the doctor’s who was invited to this party like most other people in the room… unless someone told him.

“Well, I do mostly side gigs now, weddings, and what not-“

“I suggest you stop lying before you dig yourself a deeper hole. I know you’re a member of the society.”

You kept up your innocent face and began turning away from the large crowd, taking to the sides of the room. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Ango followed beside you, his eyes doting around the ballroom to make sure no one was watching the two of you. “Dazai told me about you after the Guild incident.”

You stopped in your tracks, if you didn’t feel sick before, you sure feel sick now. This man actually knew Dazai, most likely to the point where he would have no problem sharing details about others in his life, or there was a deal made, hard to tell when it came to the suicidal detective. You glanced around the ballroom as well to make sure no one else was watching you before you grabbed Ango by his suit jacket, and dragged him into the hallway. You glared up at him before doing a double look to make sure no one was there. “What did Dazai tell you about me?”

“That is information I’m not going to give for free. You tell me first, what is the society really up to tonight.”

“Do you actually think I will tell you that?” 

“And do you think I would tell you what I-“

“Ango, I’ve been looking for you.” You couldn’t have been more relieved that when you heard the voice of William Shakespeare, who had just stepped into the hallway after you two. William smiled, looking at the two of you. “I believe a Mr. Taneda is looking for you.” 

Ango sighed and stepped away from the two of you, right before he went back inside, he looked at the two of you, the light reflecting off of his glasses. “I suggest you don’t try anything, we will know.”

You and William stood there as Ango walked back into the ballroom. Then not a moment later, William grabbed you by your sleeve and began leading you away from the ballroom. “Hey what’s going on?”

“I just lied, I needed to get you away from them.” William’s smile and all but fades as he led you to the grand stairwell in the lobby of the hotel, which was mostly empty now, seeing as many of the guests were at events. “The auction was cancelled, they found blood splattered all over the displayed.”

“Who’s was it?”

“I have a hunch because Gaston’s communications went dark about forty minutes ago, right before the blood was found.” You felt like your body went completely numb, and you must have dazed off for a moment because the next thing you know William is snapping his fingers in front of your face. “Stay with me, it’s a shock factor, but knowing Gaston he will be alright.”

“What are we going to do now? What about Miss Jane?”

“I have the room number of where they presumably are staying, I am going to go try and sneak her out. Meanwhile you are going to go investigate the scene of the auction, figure what happened, and get that lot the Port Mafia wanted.”

“Huh? how did you-“

“Know?” William cut you off and chuckled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a map. “I have been working in the organized crime business for quite awhile, and I’m an actor and you are not the best liar.” 

“Oh fuck you.”

“Hm, I’m married.” William handed you the map and pointed to a room on the twentieth floor of the hotel. “That’s the conference hall where the auction was supposed to be. Emma and the others is going to be distracting our law enforcement friend, but I would say you have about thirty minutes.”

“Thanks, William.” You watch as William gives you a smile before he turns to go down another hallway at the top of the stairs. “Good luck.”

William stops to look down at you and gives you a smile. “Thanks, I’ll see you on the other side of this.”

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You made your way up to the auction hall. You slipped in and closed the door behind you, everything was dead silent, it felt almost far to quiet. You stepped down the aisle, between all the chairs, and put to the stage where they had the items on display, but most importantly the blood. It was splatted out over the stage, so you had to tie up your skirt so none would stain the white fabric. You slipped off your glove and kneeled down to investigate it. You ran your index finger through the red substance before bringing it to your nose and taking a smell and the pungent scent of iron hit you, definitely blood. You looked over the stage and then something caught your eye. You stood up and walked over to it, looking it over before bending down and picking it up with your gloved hand. It was a playing card it seemed, though some of the diamonds on it were off.

“You’re quite far from the party.”

You jumped up at the voice behind you, tucking the card into the neckline of your dress. You turned to see the blond man with the orange sunglasses and a long tan coat and a cap covering his head, Yukito Ayatsuji. You remembered him as the detective that William had pointed out that worked with the Special Division. He had followed you.

“You followed me.”

“That I did, good to know you can see the obvious.” He bit back sarcastically, he stepped onto the stage where you were, looking down at the blood at his feet. He hummed as his eyes landed back on you. “I’ll make you a deal, I’ll ignore everything I saw in here, which adds up to very incriminating evidence just so you know, if you do something for me.”

“If I refuse.”

“Well then, I’m sure the Hunting Dogs and the Special Division would love to see all of this.”

He was blackmailing you. You just wanted to punch him to wipe off that smug look on his face, but thinking logically if ignored everything he saw in this room you could get your hands on that book the Port Mafia wanted, but then you would be in his debt…

“So? I don’t have all night.”

[cloudcountry]

hi aubbie!! i saw that you wanted ikevamp requests so i couldn't help but pop in hehe. i'd like to request a shy florist mc who isn't great at talking to people, but likes expressing her feelings through bouquets of flower language (if that makes sense?) maybe with issac and arthur whoever else you'd like! of course, as always, you don't have to write it if u dont want to! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)♡

SUMMARY: arthur is enamored with the reserved florist & isaac stumbles about her.

WARNINGS: None!! :D

COMMENTS: rinrin i would LOVE to write this for you HAGSGFDHAGS i see that crossed out arthur you don't have to hide that from me hehe

I WROTE WAY MORE THAN I THOUGHT I WOULD...maybe i shsould make this an au. you're genius rinrin. i have never been so inspired.

ALSO I WANTED TO DO VINCENT but he might get his own post because sunflowers are my favorite and i just cried over them oops

It’s been a quiet day at the shop, and you’re working on an arrangement of flowers when an arm slams against the wall behind you. You jump out of your skin as you whip around, coming face to face with none other than your newest regular.

“Hello there, love. I missed you today.” he purrs, leaning in far too close to your face, “You look as lovely as ever. It’s a shame I didn’t see you this morning when I came by.”

“I...I was working on something.” you mumble, eyes darting to the floor in embarrassment. Arthur tsks and tilts your chin up, making you make eye contact with him. You squirm, feeling heat rise to your cheeks at the touch, and he grins because he knows.

“What were you working on, love?” he asks, his tone flippant, “I would love to see your newest project, although I doubt it’s as lovely as the woman in front of me.” He winks, and you feel like shriveling up. He’s such a flirt, he does this to every woman he comes across, but you can’t help but wish it was special to him.

“I...I can show you.” you murmur, docking under his arm, “Just follow me.” You skitter towards the back of the shop, walking much faster than you usually would as Arthur trails behind you curiously. You hear him say something along the lines of I’d follow you anywhere but you ignore it.

He whistles quietly when he sees the arrangement you’ve put together, violets and blue roses and white chrysanthemums blooming inside their vase. Your heart is pounding in your ears as you recite the meanings to yourself, hoping he understands what they mean while also hoping he doesn’t. Trust, loyalty, deep love—

“It’s beautiful, love.” he compliments, reaching out to brush his fingers against one of the roses, “You always blow me away with your arrangements.

“Um.” you swallow thickly, snatching up the two bows from the tabletop and holding them out of him, “Which one do you like better?”

He laughs, giving you an affectionate look. “What does it matter, love? You always make the best decisions.” You huff, gnawing at your bottom lip. He doesn’t understand.

“Just pick one!” you blurt, and he jolts a bit at your demand. Slowly, he reaches forward and takes your left hand. his fingers intertwine with yours, trapping the ribbon in your fist.

“This one.” he smirks, reveling in your obvious embarrassment. You rip your hand away from his and get to work, tying up the bouquet with the ribbon he chose. Arthur watches you work, something you’ve gotten used to since he gains an interest in you.

“For you.” you mumble when you finish, presenting the bouquet to him with a hot face and shaky hands, “I made this for you.”

He hums thoughtfully and takes it from you, cradling it in his arms like it’s the most precious thing he’s ever received. “Thank you so much, love.” he says softly, and when you look up at him he isn’t smirking and leering, he’s smiling softly at you, “Let me take you out sometime, yeah? My treat.”

There’s another bouquet at the front door, and once again it is addressed to Isaac. The physicist fumbles over his words as he takes it from Dazai (who is smiling far too brightly for Isaac’s liking.)

Arthur wolf whistles and mocks him all throughout breakfast, joking about his secret admirer and guessing who it could be. A mother of a child he teaches? One of the employees from that cafe he frequents?

No pleas from Isaac to cease their teasing work, and he finds himself storming into his room to escape the jeers. Leave it to Arthur to make innocent affections seem so filthy and off-putting!

He furrows his brow as he sets the bouquet on his desk, the flower's various shades of pink and red. He can recognize roses well enough, but the other flowers' specific classifications evade him.

One thing’s for sure—this is not a bouquet of friendliness. Whoever sent these flowers to him wishes to pursue something with him. And in the back of his mind, the place in which he dares not travel, he finds himself wishing it was the awkward florist he visits.

It all started with the children and their growing interest in biology. Napoleon brought up the small florist’s shop that had opened right next to the cafe Isaac loved so much, and all of the children were ecstatic to visit.

It was there that he met her, a woman that fumbled with her words but was so deft with her hands. She’d won over the children almost instantly, and they’d swarmed her with questions. She’d even handed them all dandelions as a thank-you for visiting, and despite her shyness, offered to host them again.

After endless pleas to visit the nice flower lady, Isaac couldn’t resist. He’d found himself in that flower shop time and time again, and even though he’d never admit it, most of his visits were for her.

She was intelligent in a way that was different from his own intelligence. She thrived on hypothetical meanings and things that held no grounding in actual science, and it was intriguing as it was scary.

He shakes those thoughts away and slumps down in his chair, resting his head in his hands. It hadn’t been that long, only a few weeks, and yet he was utterly enamored by her. It was strange and new, it was terrifying, it was everything Isaac had never known.

Sighing again, deeper this time, he sits back in his chair. The bouquet rests on his desk, where it mocks him with every second that passes. Would he ever know who was sending these? Would he dare ask?

Isaac shakes his head and vows to find another vase to place this bouquet in. He’ll preserve them for as long as he can (at least he knows that much, he couldn’t live with himself if he let such pretty gifts die quickly) and hopefully, someday, he’d gather the courage to ask her about the flowers.

[ricewuro]

PART 2 | Odazai as cute animals and Florist!Oda x Barista!Dazai my beloved!!

[itzmoonies]

I have headcanons abt Dazai's grandpa and it's time to confess:

╰┈➤ He's a veteran. He served in the army for 30 years, being a colonel for 20 years. Before that, he was a florist (those two jobs had nothing to do with each other ik).

╰┈➤ His first love, and his true love, was a woman who served as a nurse. They promised to marry each other once they're out of this shit. Though, she's not Dazai's grandma? Why? Well, the enemy bombed their base, and she sadly passed away. He never truly recovered, and his screams were so loud that the other soldiers thought his voice was going to break.

Dazai's whole family is traumatised idc <3

[twstgarden]

✰ ❝ match-up for @love-dazee ❞

━ match-up trades are open. for more information, please visit the catalogue and the rules. ━ a florist sorting through the flowers to find your perfect match. according to the red tulip's petals, your match is...

━ 𝙡𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖 𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙚 ━

➻ the youthful-looking old soul of diasomnia appears to be a great match! someone with a lot of experience ought to be helpful with your writing prompts and motivation, as the red tulips claim.

➻ your calm demeanour and creative spirit are some of the things that draw him in. your curiosity about several things is usually always quenched by the old bat's vast knowledge and experience; he loves sharing his stories with you just to see the extreme concentration and curiosity in your eyes as you listen to him with great interest.

➻ it seems you are the parent of your friend group as well! with him as your partner, you both would be doting on each other, making sure the other is safe and sound and ensuring none are in pain or about to stir up some trouble. however, there will always be instances where lilia tries to pull harmless pranks on you for the sole reason of seeing your shocked expression followed by a yelp.

➻ dear fellow writer, the retired general would find your creativity a wonder. he'd be enthusiastic upon discovering that you have a knack and passion for writing fanfictions and original works, and if given the chance, he would happily read them.

➻ if you ask him for it, he won't hesitate to give you ideas or share stories from his experiences to help you fuel your creative writing. if you ask for constructive criticism, he'd share it with you as he would support any and all of your endeavours with a proud smile on his face.

➻ a fan of several classic authors, i see. he would be interested to hear you talk about them, and he would even buy you the books that are not in your collection as of late. do you not have the fall of the house of usher by edgar allan poe in your collection yet? he'd buy them for you! oh, you have it? perhaps you don't have the setting sun by osamu dazai yet? he'd gladly buy the book for you! all in hardcovers, i might add.

➻ your paintings are masterpieces in his eyes. he likes how creative you are and would fuel your passions with relentless support! whether it's by hanging your paintings in his bedroom or giving you compliments, he would do it.

➻ your music taste varies from several genres as your listed artists comprise rock bands, k-pop groups, jazz artists, and 1990s to 2000s pop singers. he loves jamming to them with you, especially songs from your favourite rock bands. as part of the light music club, he would even play a song or two for you as you both sing along to the lyrics.

➻ overall, having lilia as your match means your relationship would grow to be rewarding and fulfilling for you both. due to both your desires for commitment, you will have a deep connection with one another. for your dynamics, trust and faithfulness are important factors to make your relationship work. there is a great level of affection and intellect, making it a seemingly balanced relationship.

━ possible matches: ➻ idia shroud (similar personalities and would click, but may struggle in the affectionate department. it will take a long time for both to eventually open up their hearts and pour it out on one another) ➻ rollo flamme (will make for a faithful and supportive partner, in his own way. however, problems may arise due to lack of proper communication as he tends to keep things to himself, similar to idia) ➻ azul ashengrotto (the perfect partner with great intellect and collaboration, but may face troubles when it comes to trust and honesty)

© twstgarden 2023 || please do not steal, translate without my permission, or use this to train a.i.

[evilkaeya]

Sooo I ended up writing a fic (HERE) based on my post about florist Dazai x detective Chuuya and @luneariann‘s lovely art (HERE) please read thank you

[hellcatinnc]

BSD Men On Spoiling You For Valentine's Day

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Warning This includes: SFW (Read Tags Before Continuing)

Tags: sfw, fluff, x Fem! Reader, baths, gifts, jewelry, love, rose petals, roses, flowers, valentine's, valentine's day, vday, plushies, wine, romance, romantic, dancing, candles, sweets, cookies, brownies, waffles, breakfast in bed

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What these men would do for you to show you that you are loved and cared for. They will show you what its like to be cherished on Valentine's Day.

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Dazai

He can't be asked to do alot but thats because he is still planning out when you two can confess your undying love for each other as you commit double suicide

Bottle of wine and multicolor roses just so he can be different than most people

A smartass shark plushie that he saw in the store and had to get for you says "I chews you"

Big heart with lots of chocolates in it that he will feed to you one by one just to see if you will lick the chocolate off his fingers after while he has a big grin on his face

He will cuddle you until he falls asleep right between your breast

He will annoyingly walk around all day saying "I love you Bella or I love you Bella Donna" until your so tired of hearing it but its still sweet

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Chuuya

Bubble bath with wine and candles for two... he will wash your back and kiss every fluffy suds away from your shoulders. His hands might wander a bit so be prepared

Rose petals across the bed, champagne cold in a bucket

He will give you a nice long massage from head to toe.. again he will get handsy

he loves to take you out on the balcony of your apartment turn some love songs down softly and hold you in his arms

He got you 2 dozen roses, a valentines day balloon and a cute stuffed teddy bear. He bought as a sweet vday set from the florist

Brings out the kissing game for better intimacy with his favorite girl

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Atsushi

He never has alot of money to work with but he saved up for this night. He may not can afford as much as everyone else but he got a $10 cake from the bakery

Got a bouquet of teddy bears instead of flowers because they last longer so he gets more for his money

Candles he bought at the dollar store

Fake rose petals to give a romantic look to the bedroom

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Ranpo

He makes lots of cookies and cupcakes with you then helps you eat them all

Plushies for milk and donuts that says "Donut Let Me Go"

He gets you a cute floral set that says just what he feels "He is Sweet On You"

He will kiss you on the lips a thousand times in the day because you will taste as sweet as the snacks you have been eating

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Kunikida

He starts your day with heart shaped eggs and croissants. Expresso coffee with custom whipped milk and deco of a heart

Rose petals laid across the floor leading from the bedroom to the bathroom for your bath

A bottle of dark red wine awaits with preserved roses at its side

Nice hot bath with votive candles to light the room up. He won't stand around and stare after he gets the bath poured he steps out until your done

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Akutagawa

Got you a cute little kitten plushie with you in mind since you are his kitten

Feathered dark red rose set in basket. It gives off a darker hue than most arrangements but also very unique just like him.

Yes he did it he got matching shirts he wears under his jacket that says senpai on it and the other yours kohai. Its not exact like if it was my queen or king but he is trying to warm up and not be so cold so bare with him

He will eventually will show more his romantic side but settle the night in his arms as he reads to you one of his favorite books.

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Sigma

Makes sure you have lovely flowers just as lovely as you are

He made sure you had a heart with chocolates in it he actually enjoys watching you eat them. Something about the cute face you make when you eating chocolate

He wakes you with his all famous waffles he makes but he makes them pink with strawberry flavoring and some strawberries on top.

He brings your breakfast in bed and offers to even feed it to you if you like

He will cook you your favorite meal that even because this man may not say it but he can cook pretty well.

Bottle of champagne and a hot bath to soak in he has you covered. He won't disturb you in the bath he will just gladly sit down on the floor refilling your champagne as you need it and enjoying time just being intimate and talking to you

He will read to you as you cuddle in his arms in bed

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Tachihara

makes you brownies that say be mine on them and xoxo

buys you a heart metal trinket box

a beautiful heart shaped stone ring with customize your name with his on the inside

lilies and roses with a cute stuffed teddy bear sprayed with his cologne. shhh don't tell anyone he did that he will deny it

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