#odasaku x reader fluff

[yayll]

omg PLSPLSPLS GIVE US GIRLDAD!DAZAI!!! Im literally so obsessed w ur work and luv luv luv reading it <3

just wanna say thank u so much anon for sending in the CUTEST request ever i have never thought abt it this way and when i finally did it was over for me. it wrote itself. THANK U FOR LIKING MY WORK THATS SO SWEET AHHH :') i keep getting ill so srry it's a lil late but i am so thankful for you trusting me w ur concept. mwahhhh.

~ a little something about girldad!Dazai simply trying his best, and loving it ~

Dazai never thought the day would come when his life finally felt complete. First, you happened to him and that was something he couldn't even fathom in a million lifetimes. It wasn't meant for him, and letting love into his heart felt like going against the nature of things. He struggled with it for a long time, pushing you away and making sure you realized this wasn't something worth pursuing... but you never relented, and he stopped fighting the longing for something more. You made him feel it was okay to want, to yearn, to need. And so came along every single repressed desire he had ever had. The love between you bloomed, and he thought this was the height of it all; The bandages he wore over his body were no longer grim reminders of his lack of humanity and the masks he wore on the daily. Those frayed wraps of fabric were symbols of love returning, of patience, of a lived in soul, and he no longer had to maintain them alone. He had you.

And then one day, he suddenly had a little girl in his life.

Another life to nurture and to start anew with, and his fear was that he yet again could not redeem himself from his past, but he was determined for her, for you and for himself to not let that be the case. When you gave him the most precious thing he didn't think he ever wanted nor could ever have, that was the day he vowed to be the epitome of a true figure worth looking up to. Osamu Dazai, the family man! Dad of the year!

... Except today, when he woke up late to take the apple of his eye to preschool. You were out of town, and though you eventually claimed to have faith in his solo parenting skills, it was a complete leap of faith. He comforted you for hours, how hard could it be? He can be both parents at once! How cruel of you to even doubt him. He remembers the look on your face when he slammed the door on you while holding your precious angel in his arms, both of them giggling while they waved you off as if they rehearsed it.

Aaaand now he realized why you were so worried. He looks at the time and he springs out of bed, running off to her bedroom. She even sleeps like a little lamb, he thinks to himself. He rushes at her side and softly turns her over.

"Little love, wake uuupppp..."

She pouts, shaking her head as she shifts in her sleep. He sighs and tries again a little more desperately.

"If you wake up, that will be really good for daddy, otherwise mommy will kill me! Up we go!"

He picks her up, and she rubs her eyes as Dazai does the most rushed morning routine ever.

He gets her dressed, though the socks don't match, and when he does her pigtails, they're lopsided. How do you do it?! And now he has to FEED her?! He stuffs a few handfuls of cereal into his mouth while giving her a proper bowl, but they're so late he thinks they should just start walking now.

"Take the bowl with you, we can do this thing called eat and walk! Yes?"

"'Kay, daddy!"

She simply giggles, not understanding how dire it is for her to make it today. She holds onto her cereal bowl as he grabs her backpack, both of them walking out into the street. Dazai's fast walking and her bowl sloshes a bit as she tries to match his pace and eat at the same time.

She's waddling adorably, and he gets lost in watching her carefully while also literally getting lost finding the school. He stops at the crosswalk, and thinks to himself. She looks up at him with a milk mustache, and her soft melodic voice rings once more like a voice of reason. She points to the right.

"That way! hehe."

Dazai has no time to fact check this, and at this point she's parenting him. You'd pass out of laughter if you could see him right now. They rush towards the school, and when he drops her off at the gate, he gives her a big kiss on her forehead.

"I love you, okay? Now give daddy the cereal bowl. How yum was that?"

She cheers, smiling wide.

"Yum!!!!"

He smirks, and takes the bowl. At least he got that right, that smile alone is worth every late start to his mornings. He waves at her as she enters the school, and forgets he's holding the bowl still, her teacher looking at him like he's deranged. You were so proud to hear that his first time parenting alone went so smooth! What you didn't know was that your little girl did most of the work keeping him on track. Still counts, right?

Another time he was exemplary was when he had just given her a bath and you were supervising to make sure he got her routine down.

"Osamu, that's the conditioner. The shampoo is over there."

You laugh while pointing at the clearly marked bottle. He rolls his eyes, smirking as he continues to rub it in her little swirl of dark hair.

"Oh please, I knew that. This makes it soft! And all detangled... It's a better routine, trust me. This is so much better."

He was totally bullshitting, he had no idea there was more than one hair product ever. This is the same man who used to find showers foreign and eat canned crab for every meal. You simply nodded, seeing right through his facade. But it was all so endearing watching your daughter splash the water on his face and play with rubber duckies, it was a dream come true. It was a dream you knew was more precious to him than anything, so you let him have his fun.

Once bath time is over, he places her on the bed in her diaper and walks out to grab her a change of clothes. Uh oh, he forgot today was laundry day! He walks back into the room a few moments later, thinking of how to pivot without having to bother you when he sees his little angel wrapped head to toe in a full roll of his bandages. His eyes go wide at the sight of the wrapped up toddler, and he laughs nervously as he rushes over while she has the time of her life squealing and rolling around the bed. He pretends to be mad.

"Little love! That's not clothes, silly! That's for daddy only, you have your own."

She simply disregards this, her mind focusing on how hilarious it would be if she just started making bubbles with her saliva instead. Dazai chuckles again, and puts his hands on his hips.

"Oh, such attitude! You know, l'm gonna have to do it... Remember when I told you about daddy's old job? I'm gonna have to get mean againnn..~"

He immediately launches himself onto the bed, tickling her through the thick fabric, and when you rush over you find them both just collapsed on the bed, Dazai counting her fingers and toes in order to distract her enough to unwrap her. Luckily, you had a spare onesie for her to save the day... even if it took the both of you to get her out of her improvised outfit. What a strong willed little one! You hoped this wasn't a special abillity developing...

It's no surprise she's a daddy's girl either, a mini Dazai at her core with your balancing characteristics on the surface. She was a little menace, sticking her tongue out at dogs every time she saw them because Dazai would do the same. He would even go as far as to help her dress like her hero! Of course you both had a stroke when you saw how tightly she wore that bolo tie, but the laugh after was worth the worry... After you scolded both of them... but it proved useless against two of the most experienced charmers you've ever met. You just couldn't win.

You especially could never get used to the sight after a long day of existing in the real world, simply watching her climb up to the couch and playing with Dazai's hair as she nuzzles herself into his shoulder, right in the crook of his neck. It was just as intense for his poor little heart as well. The way she'd yank on a strand while he pretended to be asleep was priceless, or when she'd stick her finger in his nose, causing him to have a sneezing fit soon after. It was almost karmic the way she both adored him and put him in his place, just like you.

"Daddy has brown hair because he drinks chocolate milk."

"Daddy stinks today. Throw him away!"

"Daddy looks like a mummy. Do you like mummies?"

"Who's Kunikida? He yelled at daddy today, it was funny!"

She'd babble on about all kinds of curious nonsense. You'd simply nod and agree. She was never wrong!

But what really got to you was watching her pass out on his head after hours of playtime, and the way Dazai would finally open his eyes with that smug smile of his, scooping her up and carefully taking her to bed. He tucks her in, whispering about all the adventures they'll have tomorrow and the days after. About all the rules they'll break together, and mysteries they'll solve when he takes her to work with him. He doesn't tell bedtime stories per se, but he spends all his time having actual conversations with her until she dozes off because he cannot believe this is a little extension of him and he's just as fascinated with knowing her the way she is with him. With life.

She's full of it, something he wasn't for a long time, and it brings him to tears when he sometimes thinks about it too long in private.

You're both his life and he didn't realize he could still feel regret like he does when he thinks of all the times he spent trying to end his own existence. It's a whole different world, and sure, he also loves to use her as an excuse to continue to slack off at work, and maaaybe he likes to sometimes force Atsushi to turn so she can pet him like the giant cat he is out of both their own entertainment, but dying is no longer the priority. It hasn't been for a long time, and he thinks he's doing an okay job... At being a dad, at being a human, at belonging in this world.

When he finally gets in bed with you, he feels whole. He also feels impish when he turns over and whispers.

"Maybe it's time for another, hm?~"

Oops!

[himbofan]

bungo stray dogs - meet cutes

hey guyzzz soooo here's my one piece of writing for the next 10 months 😛🩷

jk but fr it's hard for me to write anything consistently so thank you for bearing with me!!!! :3

i always appreciate all forms of support!! I’ve been having bsd brainworms for a couple months now so expect more ramblings at some point ok thx for reading BYEEEEEEEE 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

cw: gn reader, mention of cigarettes, reader has a cat, light stalking

characters: nakahara chuuya, fukuzawa yukichi, oda sakunosuke wc: 2600+

you’re the cute cashier who works the graveyard shift at my local convenience store and i'm always awake at odd hours - nakahara chuuya

Chuuya stifled a yawn and wearily checked his phone. The numbers [3:27 AM] glared back at him with an irritating brightness, almost mocking him for staying up so late. He sighed and pocketed his phone, glancing up at the sky which was still a deep indigo, the stars barely visible from the copious amounts of light pollution. 

He grumbled something illegible under his breath and pushed open the door to the nearest convenience store. The door jingled lightly, the smell of nondescript floor cleaner invading his nostrils as he stepped into the cramped space. 

“Welcome…” you called out wearily from the register, though you couldn’t see who just walked in due to the height of the shelves blocking your view. 

He barely acknowledged your existence at the opposite side of the store, instead choosing to browse the shelves.

He eventually made his way to the register, dropping a bottle of water on the counter before finally looking up at you. 

“And I’ll take a pack of Marlboro Golds.”

You glanced at him quickly while scanning the water and box of cigarettes, trying to take in as much of his appearance as possible without looking creepy. 

You hadn’t seen him before since starting this job a week ago, and he certainly was a sight for sore eyes. 

His hair was a fiery orange that fell in slight waves over his shoulder, with piercing eyes that made your heart skip a beat. 

You silently punched in your employee discount as he pulled out his wallet. Though it was only 10% off, he looked like he’d been from hell and back, and you felt strangely empathetic towards this stranger, wanting to make his night a little easier in the only way you could without getting in trouble. 

You finished the transaction and handed him the receipt, finally mustering the courage to look at his face again. To your surprise, he was looking directly at you this time, his eyes narrowed as he studied you. 

You quickly averted your gaze and hastily bowed, babbling out a customary “Thank you, come again”. 

As he left the building, he quickly scanned the receipt. His eyebrows raised a little as he saw the discount. Of course he would never need it with his cushy salary, but you had no way of knowing that. You simply saw him as a tired man who had a rough day, extending kindness the only way you knew how. The thought of a stranger showing him pity made his brow furrow, but he couldn’t deny how his heart squeezed when he remembered those kind eyes.

—

The next night, you were back behind the register, eyes glazing over while you stared aimlessly at the wall. The door jingled and you snapped to attention. 

“Welcome!”

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the same handsome man from yesterday walk in. You fidgeted with your hair and nails trying to look more presentable under the unflattering fluorescent lights. 

He made his rounds and eventually came to the counter again, dropping his choices on the counter. 

Before you could open your mouth, he spoke. 

“Don’t do that again.” 

You gaped like a fish and internally panicked, mind racing trying to find where you had gone wrong.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m not sure what you mean…”

“The discount. I don’t need it.”

“Oh my apologies, you just looked like you were having a rough day and I wanted to try and make it a little better…I didn’t mean to insult you…” you rambled. You couldn’t hide the embarrassment on your face, cheeks and ears heating up rapidly as you felt yourself pinned under his strong gaze. 

He sighed, “It’s fine, just don’t do it again. I don’t need your charity.” 

‘…or for you to get in trouble trying to help me.’

You wanted to curl up and die right there, but instead you scanned his items and stuffed them in a bag, staring down at the white countertop and praying for the minutes to go faster so you could go home and scream.

Noticing your discomfort, Chuuya sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. He finished the transaction and muttered a small “thank you” before dropping a small piece of paper on the counter. He immediately whirled around and headed out the door so you couldn’t see the slight blush tingeing his face and ears.

I’ll pay you back. Here’s my number.

 xxx-xxx-xxxx

You looked up in surprise but he was already out the door, the jingle of the doorbells signaling his departure. You smiled and blushed lightly, the fatigue from your long shift briefly alleviated as butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the thought of the handsome stranger. 

“Ah… I didn’t even get his name…”

you’re the owner of the cat i’ve been feeding because i thought it was a stray - fukuzawa yukichi

It was a relatively quiet day, the weather was nice and the streets were slightly less busy than usual. Fukuzawa closed his eyes and let the warm rays of sun seep into his tired skin, silently basking after a long day of being chained to his desk. 

His meditation was broken as a striped tail curled around his leg. Much to his delight, a friendly looking cat chirped and rubbed its face affectionately on his legs. His eyes softened as he reached down to let the cat sniff his hand, then softly pet its head. 

He swiftly took a small dried fish out of his sleeve and offered it, to which the cat excitedly accepted, purring up a storm as it crunched hungrily on the treat. His shoulders dropped slightly, stress and tension slowly melting away as he continued to admire the furry creature. 

The cat writhed on the ground, soaking up every ounce of attention from him as he continued to gently pet its fur. As if compelled by an unknown force, the cat suddenly shot its head up and glanced around, before running off into the bushes. Fukuzawa looked around for what could’ve possibly scared the cat away, but saw nothing. Slightly disappointed, he stood and returned to the office.

The next couple of days it came back as friendly as ever, and with an even more ravenous appetite for treats. Of course Fukuzawa was happy to oblige, showering the cat with affection and treats every time. 

“You have quite an appetite for such a small cat, don’t eat too many treats now.” he murmured, his stoic face unchanging yet there was a glimmer of admiration in his eyes.

“There you are! You greedy little shit!!”

His respite was broken as an angry voice yelled out from across the courtyard. The cat seemed to instantly recognize the voice and immediately ducked behind Fukuzawa’s legs. 

You jogged up to him, slightly out of breath, and looked up at the man who your cat was using as a shield. He had a commanding presence, with sharp blue eyes and silvery wolf cut. Your eyes locked for a split second and your heart jumped, this dignified-looking man was certainly easy on the eyes to say the least. Clearing your throat and brushing stray hairs out of your face, you awkwardly waved. 

“Hi, that cat belongs to me. I’m sorry if she caused you any trouble.” 

You smiled at him but glared daggers at your cat, who simply looked back at you. Though somehow, you could feel a smug aura radiating from it.

He looked down at the cat then back to you with a very slightly amused expression.

“No, she wasn’t bothering me. She’s quite sweet.” 

His voice rolled out deep and smooth, matching his serious appearance. He extended his hand down and your cat happily rubbed her face on it, purring up a storm.

“She really likes people, but that’s because she really, really likes food.”

You sighed and squatted down to attempt to grab your cat, but she ducked further behind the fold of the man’s yukata. You frowned and huffed but didn’t move any further, lest you’d be kneeling between this stranger’s legs. Fukuzawa noticed your discomfort and scooped up the cat in his arms, handing her off to you. You gratefully lifted your cat, accidentally brushing his large hand in the process which sent a small jolt of adrenaline through your body. 

“She’s not supposed to be outside but somehow she always manages to slip out. I feed her regularly but it doesn’t matter, she’s insatiable.”

Knowing the jig was up, your cat meowed in protest and squirmed in your arms.

“I mean how am I supposed to feel when my cat is going up to strangers and begging like she’s starving? She’s making me look like a neglectful owner to the whole damn city!”

You continued to ramble, before realizing you were venting your frustrations on this poor random man. 

He looked at you, a slight twinkle of amusement in his eyes. 

“She looks healthy and happy, it’s obvious someone loves her very much.” 

You felt your face heat up as he reassured you, wholly unprepared for the praise from this stern-looking yet attractive older man. 

“Ah… well thank you very much for taking care of my cat.” You bowed politely. “Please let me pay you back somehow.”

He shook his head gently and tucked his arms in his sleeves. “No need, it was no trouble at all.”

“I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t help you out in return, I insist.”

You rummaged hastily through your bag and retrieved a pen and a crumpled receipt, scribbling down your number and name before handing it to him. 

You were telling half of the truth; you really did want to pay him back, but you also wanted an excuse to see this hot man again.

“Ugh, I have to go, but please don’t hesitate to reach out. Again, thank you so much for taking care of her.” You bowed one more time before speed-walking down the street, indignant meows fading as you turned the corner.

Fukuzawa looked at the small piece of paper in his hand, tucking it in his sleeve as the faintest of smiles graced his face for a second. 

‘...cute…’

you ask me for help to pretend to be your boyfriend to scare off a creep - oda sakunosuke

You glance over your shoulder warily while pulling your jacket tighter over your midsection, walking faster down the street. To your demise, the shady looking man that started following you a few blocks ago continued to tail you despite taking several twists and turns to try and throw him off. Cursing under your breath, you opened the door to the nearest establishment and quickly ducked in hoping to find a place you could stake it out until he left.

You’d never been to this bar before despite passing it multiple times on your way home, but it was much nicer than expected. The narrow stairs opened up into a cozy bar, moody lighting glinting off of the polished wooden stools. The only patron was a rather tall man with reddish hair, sitting quietly sipping on his drink. 

Although he was a complete stranger, you felt as if this man was trustworthy. He exuded an aura of peace and safety that you desperately needed at this moment. 

Sheepishly you sat down next to him. He looked down at you curiously, about to ask why you chose to sit next to him when the whole bar was available, when the door opened again and the man who had been following you stumbled in. Your heart dropped and you turned to the stranger next to you, whispering rapidly with a pleading expression. 

“Hey so there’s a creepy guy following me, could you pretend to be my boyfriend? I’ll buy you a drink as thanks.”

Before he could respond, you faked a hearty laugh as though you just told a hilarious joke and put your hand on his arm flirtatiously, hoping that the creepy man was watching. 

Your heart was thundering in your chest, but you continued to smile and look at your fake boyfriend. Getting a better look at his face, you noticed that he was actually quite good looking. He had a slight amount of stubble on his jaw, but the rest of him was well groomed. His eyes were a gorgeous crystal-clear sapphire blue that gazed down at you stoically. You were close enough to smell his light cologne, it was just enough to be noticeable but not overbearing. Your fingertips felt searing where they touched his arm, and you prayed he couldn’t tell how hard your heart was beating. 

He glanced up at the man brooding in the corner, silently sizing him up with a stony face.

Even though he hadn’t spoken a word, his sheer size and intense stare sent a strong enough warning that the other man froze under his gaze. 

Your stalker stared at the two of you and muttered something under his breath, before heading back up the stairs and exiting the bar. 

Once you were sure the door had closed behind him, you breathed a sigh of relief and removed your hand from his arm. “Hey sorry for putting you on the spot like that, I really appreciate it, let me get you a drink.”

“It’s nothing, I don’t mind.” His voice was deep and rumbled like a thunderstorm, and it was very attractive.

“No please, I insist. Ah, I suppose I should introduce myself.” You bashfully offered your name and bowed slightly. 

“Nice to meet you, I’m Oda. It’s getting pretty late anyways, I was going to head out. Do you need someone to walk you home?”

You smiled and nodded. “I would appreciate that, thank you so much.”

The walk home was a little awkward but not uncomfortable. Most of your attempts at small talk were met with brief responses that were followed by a long pause. You assumed he wasn’t much for conversation, but you detected no malice or annoyance in his voice. 

Eventually, you reached the end of your commute. Although you were relieved you made it home safely, you were a little disappointed that your impromptu date with this attractive stranger was coming to an end.

“Oh this is it, thank you so much again for helping me out…. oh right!” You dug out your phone from your bag, opened a new contact, and sheepishly handed it to him. 

“I know you said I didn’t have to pay you back but I really want to.” 

He took the phone and punched in his number along with the name ‘Oda’ before handing it back to you. 

“Thank you again! Have a good night!” You smiled brightly and waved at him from the entrance of your apartment complex, heart still pounding. 

He offered a simple wave in return, making sure you closed and locked the door before continuing on his way. He couldn’t ignore the butterflies in his stomach at the thought of your smile for the rest of the night. 

dividers credit @/cafekitsune

[nkogneatho]

oda was so exhausted when he came back home. the pressure was getting to him and suddenly he felt his vision blurring. maybe he drank too much today. or is it the sleep deprivation. when he opened the door, he was met with darkness. only the light from the tv screen guided him to the main switch. he shrugged his feet to get the boot of as he pressed the switch on.

there you were.

you slept so soundly with your toddler snuggling in your embrace. oda delivered a big sigh of relief. he walked closer to the couch where your body rested, his black socks still on muting his steps on the floor. he was late again today. he has been coming home past midnight lately. he turned to peek over the open kitchen, a pot rested on the table. shit. he doesn't remember the last time he ate dinner together with you two. this is not what he promised you when you were marrying him. you did not complain just yet but if this continues he thought you might. and you'd be absolutely right for it.

"i should quit." maybe it was a meaningless resolution he was making. absurd even considering this is the work he signed up for. it was a good pay too so he can give you both all the things you desire. but is it really worth losing his life and leaving you two alone? the thought scared him. his selflessness reflected when all he could think of was who will protect you after he's gone?

he settled on the floor, leg crossed and his head rested on the arms of the couch. he gazed and wondered. "you know...when you said yes to me, i felt like i had used up all the luck of my life. yet, everyday with you makes me wonder if i am the luckiest man on this planet or what." he kissed your forehead and then your baby girl's. "she looks just like you even when she sleeps."

oda threw his head back against the armrest. "yeah. i am quitting."

[mncxbe]

How do u think the bsd guys would help out if they had a daughter who started her first period?

Omg this is so sweet I cannot. I assumed that the daughter didn't know much about periods so I hope it's ok. The characters were also randomly chosen so if y'all want me to add anyone else lmk. Enjoy♡♡

First period◇

𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒃𝒔𝒅 𝒙 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: good vibes/ silly/ fatherhood

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𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊

let's start off with our favourite glazed donut

this man knows about periods and what to do when his daughter gets one

if his partner isn't at home, he definitely calms her down and teaches her how to use a pad

Dazai is a goofy dad, so he surely makes little comments and affectionately calls his daughter "little ketchup packet", but if she has cramps he will be serious about it

brings her painkillers and something warm to put on the tummy and then tucks her in

9.5/10 overall experience

𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒚𝒂

oh he knows what to do

still gets quite anxious when his daughter announces that she got her period

if she's really scared or stressed he tries to comfort her but ends up getting frustrated

Mr. fancy hat will teach his daughter how to use a tampon but he's not 100% sure he's doing the right thing

the two of them sit on the bathroom floor while Chuya's trying to read the prescription for painkillers (the text is too small and he gets angry cuz he cannot read properly sjsksksk)

surely opens a bottle of wine after the whole deal is done

8.6/10 experience

𝑨𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊

he panics a whole lot, more than his daughter even

immediately calls his partner and googles advice on how to deal with a first period

after two mental breakdowns he's ready to help: brings her sweets, buys her pads and they watch yt videos on how to properly use them

he's really gentle and does his best to reassure her and make her feel comfortable

8/10 experience

𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂

let's be honest he knows about periods, after all he has a sister

but he has no idea how to take care of someone who just got their period

he just simply stands there with a blank expression on his face, lowkey trying to suppress his anxiety before calling his partner or sister to ask for advice

he does offer to make her tea and watch a movie with her

uses Rashomon to get the things she needs from different rooms so she doesn't have to move too much

overall a 7.8/10 cuz he doesn't really know how to comfort her

𝑶𝒅𝒂

he's so chill about it

having brought up a number of kids already, he knows how to deal with his daughter's first period

teaches her all she needs to know + extra self care tips

Oda would make her stay in bed all day if the cramps are painful; brew her tea and bring sweets

offers to read or tell her stories to distract her from the pain

10/10 experience

𝑲𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒂

this man loves his schedules; anything that's out of the ordinary makes him spiral

that's why when his daughter called him at work, saying that she just got her first period and doesn't know what to do, he kinda panics for a second

nonetheless he quickly makes his way home and does his best to comfort her

after that, he explains the whole situation and shows her how to put on a pad, what medicine to take and teaches her tips on how to deal with cramps

9/10 experience cuz he gets too anxious

𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓

just like Akutagawa, he doesn't really know how to deal with periods

he probably gives his daughter a nasty look at first like why does she expect him to help?

but still he explains the whole biology of it and reassures her that it's a normal phenomenon

makes her tea and, if she has cramps, attempts to take her mind off of the sharp pain, but ends up mentioning blood rituals that Russians used to practice💀

7.6/10 experience (bonus points if he asks his partner for advice)

𝑻𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖

he is utterly dumbfounded

asks his wife for advice; goes to buy her pads if there aren't any at home

he's lowkey proud that his daughter is growing up so fast

if she mentions cramps he surely prepares her a strange concoction that he swears will help ease the pain (it doesn't)

8.6/10 experience; he's really sweet and caring

𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒛𝒂𝒘𝒂

he reacts so well

buys her those silly books about puberty, y'all know what I'm talking about

I'm pretty sure that Fukuzawa would own cat if he were to settle down, so he gently places it on his daughter's abdomen if she has cramps

"Oh, I heard that the frequency of a cat's purr has healing properties. I thought that maybe it could help you."

really gentle and caring; brews her tea or coffee, whatever she needs

also cancels his plans for the day and stays at home in order to make sure she's alright

10/10 experience

[chuunai]

i know odasaku barely lost the poll buuuut you should do it anyways :)

baby daddy odasaku ! who hugs you tightly for a while silently after you tell him you’re pregnant. you two had been trying for a while now—sure, you had the orphans to take care of, but you wanted one of your own—and now it was real.

baby daddy odasaku ! who is the definition of a perfect husband and father-to-be. calmly holding back your hair as you puke your guts out at four in the morning. cooking all your cravings (perfectly) and feeding it to you. reassuring you that you were the most beautiful woman in the world and that a bit of weight gain from his child wouldn’t change anything.

baby daddy odasaku ! who totally does one of those belly casting kits for when your stomach starts to swell. smoothing the strips over your stomach and occasionally patting it. expect the orphans to paint on the casting (he made two—a blank slate and a casting for the kids to paint and gift to you).

baby daddy odasaku ! who (with your permission) tells Dazai and Ango one night at Bar Lupin that he’ll be a father soon. Dazai asks to be the godfather of which he declines. Dazai’s a child himself, after all. Ango merely offers his thanks and support for you two. he doesn’t drink as much anymore, too.

baby daddy odasaku ! who holds you on the days where everything feels like shit. the curtains drawn, the air conditioning on and his sturdy arms wrapped around you as you cry into his chest. those days are the ones where he takes the next day off to make sure you’re okay and feel loved by him. he’s read about the mood swings and insecurities that pregnancy has.

baby daddy odasaku ! who paints an entire nursery for the newborn. a light yellow is chosen for the walls. stuffed toys (gifted from Ango) are neatly placed in the crib. the whole house is baby proofed, too. he isn’t taking your newfound family lightly.

baby daddy odasaku ! who cradles your sleeping daughter to his chest after she finally falls asleep. while she snuggles into his chest, he’s sat at his desk, supporting her tiny head carefully as he revises a draft of a story he wrote about a woman that oddly resembles you. it’s expected though. you’re his muse. the one who gave him his daughter. he just hopes to finish the story as a gift for you.

baby daddy odasaku ! who relishes in his new life. escaping from the mafia wasn’t easy—thank god for his friends’ help—but it was worth it. for you and his daughter.

Oda would be one of the best dads and he is strictly a girl dad !

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[riiwrites]

Can you make something for Oda? Where he started seeing his s/o who also takes care of the orphans and are gifted as well, maybe able to sing a deadly lullaby, and when the orphans got killed his s/o takes down the Mimic instead, out of grief and rage by using their gift and maybe Oda comforting after that, then maybe they leave together to start a new. (this man seriously deserved better)

a quiet life

a/n : i actually couldn’t wait to write this idea, oda truly did deserve so much better. asagiri when i catch you oda is coming back in the next arc (trust it trust it!)

a/n : i found it quite odd i used 'mom' considering i’m scottish but oh well!

pairing : oda x gn!reader (reader is referred to as mom by kids)

genre : fluff at the beginning, angst angst angst

warnings : mentions of blood & murder

wc : 3k

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"Don’t you think stars are a beautiful sight to gaze upon?"

Oda turns to you, a soft smile placed upon his features.

"Rather lyrical tonight, aren’t you?"

You turn to him with furrowed eyebrows and a playful smirk on your face at his harmless comment

"Don't you enjoy my whimsical poetry?

“Indeed I do, but you only seem to talk like that when something is on your mind.”

You relax your expression and your smirk falters only to the same soft smile he gave you. You look down at the concrete below you as you begin to speak.

“Don’t you think a quiet life would be nice?”

Oda’s smile falls down to a small frown. He reaches from under your chin to lift your head up so you can face him.

“A quiet life?” He repeats, beckoning for you to elaborate.

“Yeah.” Your eyes follow his own as you look up at him. “A quiet life with the kids.”

“You mean the five children who are anything but the definition of peace and tranquillity?”

At this you laugh, your smile returning to your lips as you cock your head to the side with Oda’s hand still resting underneath your chin.

“Absolutely.” You say with such certainty. Oda smiles as his hand traces up to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin ever so gently.

“I’m happy with the life we have currently of course, but..” You pause.

“But?”

“Don't you think having such a delicate part of your life along with such a tough part of it also could shatter everything in such a short bit of time?”

He frowns, understanding what you mean by your words.

“You mean my job, correct?”

You nod, letting out a soft sigh as you turn away from him, his hand no longer resting on your cheek as you look up at the night sky.

“I know I tell you this almost every night but you know I’m right, Oda. This mafia life you claim to have going for you isn’t great and it’s going to catch up on you sooner or later, no matter how much of a good person you are.” You truthfully say, giving him a look of hurt and worry.

Oda gives you a look with sympathy, him only nodding in understanding and turning to also look at the sky. A moment of silence passes through the wind before you continue.

“I just want us to be safe.”

“We will be.”

He brings down a hand to cup your chin once more, bringing it up to make you look up into his eyes.

“Do you remember that creative mind of yours describing to me what our future could be if you had the world in your hands?”

You think for a few moments, recollecting your thoughts until you eventually find that fond memory.

“To build a cabin house with six bedrooms, around four windows placed in each room alongside the kitchen..” You whisper.

“What else?” He urges

“One little TV placed on a cabinet table in the living room so the children can eat their home cooked meals with a proper working furnace, beside it being a cozy warm fireplace that’s well kept away from the children..” You giggle at your last comment.

“And?”

You pause, resting your cheek into his palm as tears fill your eyes, attempting to hold back your sorrow but when you imagine such a peaceful life with such ordinary requests that you can’t reach it becomes a bit difficult for you to maintain composure.

“A little baby room, for when we have our own one day..”

Oda smiles at this, rubbing his thumb up and across your cheek, wiping away the tear that threatens to fall from your waterline. He gives you the sweetest kiss on the forehead, his other hand coming up to rub the back of your head in a comforting manner.

“I want to sit in a room that overlooks the sea.” He says, now resting his forehead against yours. “A room where we can read to all of our children those stories I will write one day and those lullabies you will sing to them also.”

You look up to meet his eyes once more.

“Our children?”

There’s a moment of silence before he lets out a breathless chuckle escape his lips.

“Our children.”

More tears escape your eyes, you sniffle and wipe your tears as Oda wipes some more from his fingers.

“My beautiful partner..” He starts.

“My beautiful soon to be married..” He continues.

“We will be alright.”

You brush through Sakuras hair with one of her pretty pink hairbrushes she insisted on you using. You were helping each one of the children get ready for bed, each one having their own unique personality and behaviour to them.

Kōsuke, being the oldest out of all the orphans Oda took in. He always insists he can get ready himself, and although he can - he hates the rule of having to actually getting ready for bed specifically so it’s naturally your job to make sure he’s managed first.

Katsumi, the second hardest to actually help get ready for bed. Not because he can’t manage it, but simply because he would much rather play baseball outside even when it’s dark.

“I just don’t understand why you two would want to play out here after hours, especially when there’s creeps and bad things out here that lurk in the night..” You speak to the children from the balcony you were standing on, looking down at the two boys who were so persistent on an extra five minutes.

“What, bad things like monsters? Hah! I’m not five anymore! Those stories are stupid!” Kōsuke argues, crossing his arms as he stands stubbornly to clearly state he isn’t moving any time soon.

“Yeah! Plus, if any creepers came up to try and hurt us we’d beat them to a pulp!” Katsumi shouts, balling his fist and punching his baseball glove, his eyebrows furrowing and smiling mischievously, showing his missing tooth on his upper teeth. You giggle, propping your elbows up on the bannister and resting your chin on your hands as you stare fondly at the kids. You pout jokingly as you begin to speak.

“Well, it’s a shame really..I guess I’ll just have to sit all alone and read my lullabies to myself.”

At this Katsumi’s expression flickered into a change rather quickly, his eyebrows now furrowing in a sad manner as his demeanour changes within a flash.

“Hey wait!! I wanna listen to your lullabies Y/N!”

Kōsuke turns around to Katsumi, a look of betrayal written all over his face as he stomps his foot.

“Hey!! You’re supposed to be on my side!”

“But Miss/Mister Y/N’s gonna be lonely..” He pouts.

“Uh- no, they’ll have Mr Oda to keep them company!”

“But I enjoy the lullabies..”

“Oh come now Katsumi it’s okay, just go on and get ready for bed kay?” You say with a sweet smile on your face, Katsumis face immediately lighting up as he runs up the stairs to the balcony and into the building.

Kōsuke watches in disbelief at Katsumi rushing off within an instant. He glares at you as you stick your tongue out at him, blowing a raspberry like a child yourself as you turn around and beckon for him to come in, him following behind you without any hesitation with him mumbling and grumbling like the five year old he said he wasn’t.

Next was Yū, he wasn’t much of a bother considering how he was rather preoccupied with his games, although he sure liked to keep your mind busy with him joining the other boys antics and frequently sneaking his electronics into his bed so he could attempt to play them overnight, most of the time his plan fails.

“Yū..” You say with a quirked eyebrow, your hands on your hips as you stare at him from the bunk bed.

He turns to you with a sweet smile that could’ve fooled anyone, but not you.

“Yeah?”

“Give it.”

He tries to pull a confused expression, only making him look silly due to the fact he was trying not to smile whilst being caught in a lie.

“I don’t know what you could be talking about..“

“Miss/Mister Y/N, Yū hid his gameboy under his pillow!!”

“Sakura!!”

He groans in annoyance as you smirk, holding your hand out for him to give you the electronic, him complying with harsh movements as he grabs his pillow, lifts it, grabs the gameboy but places it in your hand ever so gently, crossing his arms and pouting. You pat him on the head with a soft smile, taking his hat off in the process.

“Bed, now.”

Now for the most competent one, Shinji. He was the sweetest and timid boy you ever met when you first started seeing Oda. Rather quiet and cautious with himself and around others but the more you got to know him, the more you saw just how easily comfortable he got with you.

“And no reading under the covers!” You say as you take the book from Shinji.

He nods with a sweet smile as he heads to bed. But before he gets into the covers, he pauses for a moment and stays there, almost seeming like he was hesitating to ask something. You stand as you watch his back freeze and you wait patiently for him to turn around and gain the courage. He turns around cautiously and fiddles with his little fingers before asking quietly.

“C-can you read me it..?” He asks kindly, pointing to the small picture book you took from him and then instantly looking down when he notices you glancing at the book and back at him. Your heart melts, a small pout forming on your lips as you smile.

“Of course, sweetheart. Come on let’s tuck you in.”

Oda doesn’t think Shinji’s ever smiled so brightly in his life.

Sakura was the quietest next to Shinji, although she had a bright and caring personality around everyone. It was kind of hard being the only girl out of all the kids for her, not being able to have the same interests as the boys all seem to have. Sure, she messed around with them and played tricks on Oda with their silly fake mafia style games, but she never actually had someone to talk about the things she really wanted to talk about or do - which is why she found the most comfort in you.

Which is where you are now, brushing her hair gently with the pretty pink hairbrush she so desperately “needed” you to use. She claims it makes her hair shine, you believe so too.

“Your hairs so pretty, Miss/Mister Y/N..” Sakura says with a cute smile as she stares at you through the mirror, seeming so mesmerised by you overall. You grin as you brush her hair so gently, not wanting to brush too hard through her tugs.

“Thank you, Sakura.” You say softly, looking down at her head so you don’t miss any unbrushed ends.

“I wish I had hair like you..” She tilts her head to the side slightly, kicking her feet back and forth on the chair she was sitting on. You furrow your eyebrows playfully, the smile still remaining on your lips.

“That so?”

“Yeah!” She beams.

“Well, what if I told you that I’d much prefer to have your hair?”

At this her face lights up brighter than before.

“Really??”

“Mhm.”

“But why?”

You stop brushing her hair for a moment before placing it on the desk of the bathroom, smiling and placing your chin on top of her head.

“Because it’s so perfect, silky smooth and is the best to style.”

She gets excited at this, bouncing up and down as she pats her legs.

“I really do like my pigtails..” She says with a bit of shyness.

“They’re beautiful on you dear.”

“You do them best though!!” She exclaims, giggling as you hug her gently.

“Hey Miss/Mister Y/N?” She says after a few moments of giggling.

“Yes, Sakura?”

There’s a little pause before she thinks of what to say.

“Are you technically my mommy?”

You stop for a second, practically freeze in place. You blink at your reflection in the mirror before you turn to look at her fully.

“What do you mean, dear?”

She shifts on her butt and turns around to now fully look at you, hugging her knees to her chest as she slowly continues to elaborate.

“I mean..you always take care of us..and you act like our mommy, and although i wouldn’t mind if you were my dad also..I’ve never had a mommy before..”

Your heart breaks at this. She was right, Oda was their father figure that was present in all of their lives from the beginning, saving them one by one from death and raising them up until now without any mother figure present. Although, Oda has clearly done an amazing job raising these kids you can’t help but have sympathy for all of them for feeling so..empty? You’re snapped out your thoughts quickly as you feel Sakuras tiny hand tug on your sleeve.

“Can I call you mommy?”

You pause, until a soft smile is placed on your lips and you lean in to kiss her forehead.

“Yeah, you can call me that.”

She smiles happily, now crawling up to you using her tiny hands to claw at your sleeves to help her get up to your lap. Now sitting on it she cuddles into you, feeling warmth on your chest as you smile happily, wrapping your arms around the small little girl as you rub her back soothingly.

“I love you mommy.” She says sweetly.

“I love you too dear.” You whisper softly, not knowing that Oda had been leaning against the door the entire time with the most heart warming smile ever present on his face.

“You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are gray

You'll never know, dear

How much I love you

Please don't take

My sunshine away”

“Mom! Why do you always have to sing that one song? It’s getting boring now..” Katsumi whines, resting his cheek against the corner of the chair as he looks up at you.

“Yeah, it’s a stupid song..” Kōsuke grumbles, crossing his arms as he looks to the side in a huff.

“Hey, don’t be mean!! I love the song mommy, I do I do!!” Sakura beams, grabbing your leg with her hands as she begins to shake you in her grasp.

Oda chuckles at this, leaning against his hands from where he was sitting on the floor with the kids as you sat in the rocking chair, singing them lullabies before bed.

“I didn’t think you guys could be so opinionated. I remember back in the easy days where I’d just give you all a bottle of milk and you’d be content.”

“Hey! I am content!” Kōsuke retorts, glaring at Oda.

“Do you even know what that word means?” Katsumi asks.

“…”

“No.”

“Neither.”

“Okay but seriously! What’s the deal, mom? Why can’t you sing us another song?” Katsumi exclaims whilst Yū agrees.

“Yeah! I wanna know too!”

You tap your cheek with your finger a few times as you look up at the ceiling, pretending to look as if you were thinking before you looked down at Oda who was looking at you like a lovesick fool.

“Should I tell them?”

“Should you?”

“Should I?”

“STOP IT!!” Kōsuke shouts. “Just tell usss!” He groans.

You giggle. “Okay okay,” you say softly as you place your hands in your lap before you whisper gently.

“What if I told you all..that I had special powers?”

“Like super powers?” Yū asks, you nod. The children all beam at this, even little Shinji who was placed on Odas knee now hitting it in excitement along with Sakura on the other.

“Like Mr. Oda’s super powers..?” Shinji asks.

“Well, the same term - but not the same power.” You start.

“My ability, is to hypnotise those who dare to hear my lullabies..” You explain. “And unfortunately, due to my ability, I can’t sing specific songs to you guys because I don’t want to harm you all with my power, so I found that this song which you all liked seemed to work wonders!” You beam.

“Used to like, now it’s so overused..” Kōsuke groans.

“Be nice!!” Sakura snaps as she slaps Kōsuke on the leg.

“Ow! Hey!”

“Alright that’s enough..” Oda grabs Sakura and places her away from Kōsuke, who just mutters under his breath and sinks further into his pillow.

“Wait wait wait!” Katsumi holds up his hand as to say ‘pause’.

“Is that why whenever I hear your lullaby, I feel myself getting sleepy..?” His eyes widen as he speaks, as if he’s just had a realisation. Oda chuckles at Katsumis accusation.

“I don’t think that’s quite it, Katsumi..”

“No no!! It totally is!! Look at their creepy face!!” He screams out and points to your mischievous smirk as you look down at all the children to which they all squeal at this, now all attempting to hide behind Oda although Kōsuke on the other hand remains unfazed, staying in the same position in his pillow.

You laugh, breaking character completely. “Alright alright! No, Katsumi, I’m not hypnotising you to sleep.” You begin, reaching over to boop his nose. “You, are just naturally tired.”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Yuh-huh!”

Oda picks up Shinji with one arm and Sakura with the other, smiling softly at the other older children. “Alright guys, time to sleep.”

They all groan.

“Nooo!! Please!” Sakura whines, kicking her feet in the air from where Oda’s holding her to which Oda ignores her pleas as he takes her and Shinji out the room, Yū and Katsumi trailing behind soon after, leaving you and Kōsuke alone.

You turn to Kōsuke to see him staring at the floor, seeming to be lost in thought.

“Something on your mind, Kōsuke?”

Kōsuke looks up at you and purses his lips together, muttering a little 'no' under his breath.

You know he’s lying, so you persist.

“Is it the song?”

“…”

“No, the songs fine..”

“I thought it was overplayed..”

“No!” He snaps. “I like the stupid song! I just hate how it makes me feel..” He says the last part quietly, you raise an eyebrow, looking down at him.

“How do you mean?”

“Just..makes me feel stupidly tired and..stupidly..-“

“Content?” You finish for him.

“..Yeah, whatever the hell that word means..”

You smile as he says one more thing. “I don’t want you to stop singing, your voice is nice, you’re nice.”

“I’m nice?”

“Mhm..”

Your smile only grows. You reach over and ruffle Kōsuke’s hair to which he slaps your hand away.

“Thank you for telling me that, Kōsuke..and for what it’s worth, I think you’re just as nice too.”

You actually see him smile, he sits up properly now.

“Can you sing me it one more time?”

“Tomorrow, love.”

“Okay.”

You think that would be the end of that while lasting moment, until he says one more thing.

“Thanks, mom.”

You turn to him as your health melts for the last and final time.

“You’re welcome, dear.”

Little did you know, that would be the last and final time you’d ever sing that precious lullaby to your sweet babies before they were taken from you.

You were walking back from the grocery store, two bags full of sweet treats occupy your arms as you hum the same sweet melody you sang to your kids the previous night.

It wasn’t until you had reached around the corner you see..what is that, smoke? Coming from near the place the kids stay. ‘That’s strange' you thought, maybe the chef had burned something? He’s always one to make mistakes, or so you thought.

You hear police sirens, ambulance sirens and even..screams? You recognise it within an instant ; Oda. Your eyes widen as you begin to rush over to the scene, only to find your boyfriend on his hands and knees, practically sobbing his heart out and screaming his lungs up at the ground as he’s infront of a blown up van. You rush over and kneel down to Oda, dropping one of your groceries to touch his face.

“Oda, baby, what’s happened talk to me please, are the kids okay..?!”

That question made his stomach churn, and he turns his head up to finally look at you, and he looks traumatised and absolutely broken, although it doesn’t answer your question, so you repeat it.

“Are the kids okay..?”

“…”

“Oda..”

“…”

“Oda, god don’t do this to me tell me the kids are okay..”

Oda shakes his head, tears now streaming down his face as he lets out choked sobs inbetween his next words.

“Y/N..I-I’m so sorry..I tried..I tried to keep them safe I just-..I didn’t..”

Your heart drops, your eyes widen even more as realisation hits you like a truck.

You stand up and slowly walk over to the van which is now been surrounded by yellow and black caution tape. You look down at the floor and see blood, lots and lots of blood and one thing that truly confirms your fears makes your heart break.

Kōsuke’s sunglasses rested on the floor covered in smoke confirms absolutely everything.

You drop your groceries, your body shaking with fear, sadness, and anger. You fall to the floor You fall to the floor on your knees as your breathing becomes heavy, little gasps escaping your throat as your throat closes up, your hand covering your mouth as you sob, Oda within a flash is now by your side as hes also on his knees, cradling you and hugging you so close to his chest that he’ll think you’ll disappear from him anytime soon.

“I’m so sorry..I’m so sorry..” He repeatedly whispers, sobbing into your hair as you sob loudly into his chest, both of your hearts hurting so much full of grief and woe.

“My babies..they were my babies..” Your screams are muffled by Oda’s jacket as you breath heavily into it, hyperventilating hard.

You dig your nails into his shirt, tears staining it as you claw as if you were looking for answers, looking for practically anything as to find any source as to say 'Hey, this is a dream' but no, you were right infront of it, the truth.

Your babies were gone.

Days later…

Oda was sitting on the same rocking chair you once sat on when you read and sang those cherish-able words and lullabies to the children. He stares at his feet, in such a grave state of confusion, denial and depression. You had been AWOL for the past few days now, Oda giving you your personal space as he doesn’t want to overstep or push you any further but oh what he would do to be basked in your affection and comfort right now, it was all he needed. He fears if he’s alone for any longer he may do something drastic. That is until..a creak from the door let’s him escape his thoughts.

Blood, the first thing he sees. You covered in blood, your face and body and hands all covered in someone else’s blood made his own run cold, his eyes widen as he sees your hurt expression, you both look into eachother eyes knowing how much you were both truly hurting.

It wasn’t until you dropped to your knees, grabbing the covers of one of the children’s bunk beds Oda gets out his seat swiftly dropping down and hugging you tightly, a little similar to a few days ago. He lets you let it all put, god knows you both need it. You sob and sob until your heart lets out everything you had left to offer, because what else was there left to give? Everything you once had was taken from you within a second, something so delicate, so fragile ; shattered.

“I killed him.” You start, Odas heart drops.

“You killed who..?” He whispers.

“The bastard who took our babies..” You seethed.

Oda notices your voice and how hoarse it was, and that’s when he realises the painful truth. You had used your ability, a deadly lullaby, to kill the mastermind of the plot to take away your children.

“Baby..it’s okay..please j-“

“Run away with me.”

“..what..?”

“You heard me goddamnit, run away with me Oda what the hell are we waiting for?!” You scream out. Your voice, raspy and breaking from the previous moments you ripped that disgusting man’s life away from his throat and body.

“We’ve been sitting, imagining and talking but why not live it already? Nobody’s stopping us!”

“My job is stopping me, Y/N-“

“No the hell it isn’t, stop bullshitting it!! You can quit, you can be free, Dazai will be fine he can come visit us and whatnot the kid will be the boss by twenty-three you know it, I know it..!”

You grab his face into your hands, his cheeks becoming covered in blood from how dirty your own were. With wide eyes you whisper, desperation and need evident within your voice as you plea.

“Please, for me, for the kids..”

Oda looks at you in disbelief, his breathing shaky as he stares at you with wide eyes staring into yours.

“You don’t know what you’re saying, you’re hurting..”

“So are you, but we can heal.”

A pause.

“And..hey, what way to start that goddamn journey by building a cabin house..?” You let out a breathless laugh, Oda laughs with you, resting his forehead against yours as he finally whispers.

“With a room that just overlooks the sea..”

2 years later…

The waves crashing against the shore make a perfect combination with the melody you now sing in the depths of your dark brown clattered cabin.

“You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are gray

You'll never know, dear

How much I love you

Please don't take

My sunshine away”

“Please don’t take my sunshine away..” You whisper once more with such genuine feeling before you plant a kiss on your gorgeous newborns head, stroking her head as she sleeps peacefully in your arms as you rock back and forth amongst the rocking chair.

You hear a few creaks from the floorboards and from your husband, who carefully steps out of his writers room as he doesn’t want to wake up his child.

“Hey.” You whisper.

“Hey.” He smiles.

“What you doing in there?” You say softly as you nod your head to the writers room hes just emerged out of.

“Working on my book.”

You nod, smiling as you look down at the baby, then back at your husband.

“I haven’t had the chance to ask, what’s it about?”

Oda cautiously walks up to you and kneels down next to you, stroking his baby’s head with the back of his hand.

“Just, how having such a delicate life along with a tough part of it also has its consequences and could shatter everything within a short space of time.”

“Rather melodramatic tonight, are you not?

“Don’t you enjoy my whimsical poetry?”

You smirk as he smiles, before he stands back up and glances out at the window, holding his hands behind his back. You stand up, being extra careful with your movements as you approach Oda and stand beside him. He opens the window wide open, revealing the night sky and the sound of the waves crashing down on the shore. You glance up at the night sky, looking up amongst all the beautiful stars scattered across the horizon, that is until something caught your eye.

Out of all the stars you saw, five took your fancy. Five stars shined proudly upon the horizon as they shined together and with no other star before, at this you smile, tears slowly filling your eyes as you nudge Oda gently.

“They’re beautiful to gaze upon, don’t you think?”

Oda looks up at the sky and instantly knows what you’re talking about and he smiles, his heart aching but healing it’s wounds just by looking at the scenery little by little.

“Yeah, they sure are.”

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Feat. Fukuzawa, Atsushi, Kunikida, Dazai, Ranpo, Akutagawa, Oda, Poe, Fyodor, Nikolai

Yukichi Fukuzawa:

⛾ it may feel distant at times but still loving.

⛾ he is often at work so the two of you can't see each other but when you do you can feel peacefulness and calmness.

⛾ he feels protective in a way which reassures you you can keep your gard as down as you like, not even needing it.

⛾ although he may not look pleased, he is, just know that he is, he is very pleased and happy to be there with you.

Atsushi Nakajima:

❀ being with him feels soft, calm and warm

❀ just like being friends with a cat

❀ he doesn't want anything to happen to you so he's always so nice to you.

❀ he wants to take care of you, to always be near you and for you to always be happy in a warm and peaceful environment, which he tries to always provide to you no matter what weather it be at home or at work, he just wants you to enjoy yourself

Doppo Kunikida:

✎ ̼ your relationship would be an ideal one

✎ ̼ greeting you in the mornings, weather its when you wake up next to him or as he sits sipping a cup of coffee while reading the news paper

✎ ̼ being romantic in thee afternoons

✎ ̼ caring in the evenings

✎ ̼ loving at night, and so on

✎ ̼ if he's with you then he loves you with all his heart and nothing can change that, even if the oxytocin wears off*

✎ ̼ it even sometimes feels like you're already married for years now.

Osamu Dazai:

: ̗̀➛ being with him feels like listening to your favourite song on repeat or wearing your favourite piece of clothing

: ̗̀➛ he feels like returning to a memory

: ̗̀➛ even if you didn't know each other for long, he still feels like a nice memory of laughter with your best friends

: ̗̀➛ it feels as though whenever he laughs it becomes engraved in your mind as your new memory which just becomes vivid everytime you see him

Ranpo Edogawa:

☆ his affection feels sweet and even sour at times

☆ he loves being near you and showing his love by hugging, saying sweet thing in your ear, handing you his snacks and so on

☆ all he needs is your presence and your comforting praises

☆ though he may say or do somethings without thinking of the consequences but he doesn't mean to hurt your feelings

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa:

☾ a relationship with him feels like a one sided relationship

☾ not always, only at times

☾ he isn't one to show affection or not in the traditional way atleast, his love language is more acts of service then physical touch

☾ he doesn't show emotions well so it seems one sided a lot of the time

☾ this doesn't mean he doesn't love you, he does and deeply he just has a hard time expressing his emotions and feelings he has toward you but that all doesn't matter to him, as long as you love him and know he feels the same way about

Sakunosuke Oda:

♡ a relationship where it feels like its lasted forever and will never end as long you both live is what a relationship with Oda feels like

♡ everyday he shows you how much he loves you, there isn't a time where you doubt his love towards you nor your love toward him

♡ even if you've know each other for a couple of months or years, it feels like you two have been married for well over a hundred years and your so called marriage will last a million more

♡ you two are the only thing you need to feel as if you were a big and loving family, ofc the orphans will be a part of that family aswell

Edgar Allan Poe:

✒ being with him feels like listening 'the last waltz' by Englbert Humperdink while reading a really good book about a murder mystery

✒ a perfect mix of romance and death in one with a hint of mystery and chosen isolation with the person you

✒ Poe loves you very much, and his feelings are best reflected in his writing, maybe he writes about a protagonist who is always the most beautiful person in a room, or an antagonist who has a heart made of pure gold. This character being accompanied by a raccoon sometimes!

✒ the love letters and poems also say much when it comes to his love towards you.

Fyodor Dostoevsky:

♔ he may seem heartless but this isn't entirely true, he does a heart it's just entirely filled with the love for you

♔ there is nothing on this earth that fyodor could love more, despite this no one can know about this as revealing his weaknesses can put him and more especially you in danger, and that is the last thing he wants

♔ Fyodor is a smart man, so keep his feelings for you is a little too easy for him, sometimes keeping them from you and even from himself and this can be evident, he often is also consumed by work locking himself in his office for hours even day at a time and never seeing the light of day, not even his love, unless they bring him food and tea to keep him breathing.

♔ but when he does have time off he can think of nothing else then spending it with you. He loves you and these are the times he shows you how much

Nikolai Gogol:

✶ Nikolai is very out going and this cannot be hidden when he express his love to his dear lover

✶ He's very expressive making a relationship with him exiting and filled with surprises

✶ he would love to take you to all crazy places and an adventure after adventure which can be tiring at times, that is when he will show you in a more calmer state how much he loves you, it may be out of character but he loves laying on the bed or sitting on a couch and just hug you constantly showing you his appreciation in a more physical way

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

* ok so ik if the oxytocin levels are low in a relationship it would mean that the couple would split up but idc alright even if he doesn't love you he still loves you

[knizai]

𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼…

welcome tu Briars writing event, where Briar, Me (˶˃⤙˂˶), will do my vrrie best tu create a mini-fic for you and whoever from BSD ! ! send in a prompt + a character ‘n you’ll be entered ! have fun ! Go wild!

tu participate u must send a req thru inbox including the following: yu and ur character's names! add as mch detail as yu like in ur req! the trope ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-some ideas : friends to luvers enemies to luvers lovers to married cuple! Ruules "( – ⌓ – ) 18+ characters onli! no to Kyoka, Kenji, yumeno or Elise, if it is a romantic plot if it is a platonic one then I will no to Mori. No exceptions, I heavily uncomfortable with writing him D:

[doukeshi-kun]

𝙤𝙙𝙖 + 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙨' 𝙙𝙖𝙙

notes ⨳ it's official. i have twins with oda -///-

contents ⨳ fluff, fem!reader, your children are ocs

“You okay, dear?”

Oda chuckled as his little girl was hugging him and hiding her face in his neck. He was carrying his daughter while his other hand was busy stirring the curry in the pot. Noticing how Yuriko was starting to squirm in discomfort due to the heat from the pot, Oda lowered the heat and moved away from the stove.

“You okay?” he asked again, wiping Yuriko's sweaty forehead. She pouted and nodded as she tried to rub her sweat off with her chubby arm.

“Hot...” she mumbled.

“Mm... so you wanna sit with mama and your sister?” he asked. Yuriko shook her head before her arms reached her father's face, wiping off the sweat from Oda. Oda only smiled, letting his baby girl clean his face with utmost focus.

“Yuriko.. Papa needs to prepare food, so can you give this to mama?” Oda put Yuriko down and gave her a tightly sealed bottle of medicine. Yuriko grinned and cheered 'Ay!' before she waddled out her way from the kitchen.

Oda watched her leave with a smile before he turned to the curry. Giving it a few stirs, he took a spoon and gave it a little taste. He hummed to himself, thinking whether the curry was spicy or not.

“This'll do..” he thought as he immediately prepared three servings of rice and curry. He then carefully put the servings — two small bowls for his twin girls and one plate for his wife — on a tray. He then turned off the fire and covered the pot with a lid before bringing the tray out to the living room where you had been resting on the couch.

“How're my girls doing?” he asked The twin sisters, Yuriko and Yukiko were busy taking care of you with their best. You turned to Oda, smiling weakly as you just got yourself sick. So Oda took his day off from his work and decided to take care of you and the kids.

“They're hungry, dear,” you replied, voice hoarse and it surprised Yuriko as she looked at you with concern. Her lips mouthed 'Mama,' in worry. You just smiled at her, caressing her red hair that resembled her father and rubbed your thumb on her cheek that had one mole — resembling you. “I'm okay, baby. Go to your daddy. You're hungry, right?” you said.

“We're hungry, pa!” Yukiko, the other twin, exclaimed, raising her arms happily. She had been rubbing your forehead in an attempt to massage you — her effort was there, you must admit.

“Sure you do. Come here.” Oda put the tray on the table and gave his two girls their own portion. Then he took your portion and went towards you who was lying on the couch. Your eyelids seem heavy and you gave Oda a weak smile as he approached you.

“How's this sick girl doing?”

“Oh, you...” you mumbled as Oda gently helped you to sit up. His hand reached to your forehead, feeling your heat. He sighed softly before his hand caressed your head. Oda leaned forward, pressing a soft and long kiss on your temple.

“'m sorry I got sick...” you mumbled as your hands trailed to hug his waist. Oda smiled and pulled you closer. He stared at you for a moment before his eyes glanced at his daughters. He chuckled when he turned to you again, giving one more kiss on your cheek.

“Nothing to be sorry for, dear. Just take all the time you need to rest well, okay? I'll take care of the girls, and also you, my pretty sickly woman, until she gets better.”

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[tooki0star]

"would you still love me if i were a worm?" you ask to the boy laying in your lap. "what?" he looks at you, with confusion on his eyes. "would you still love me if i were a worm?" you repeat the question, as it seems he has not heard. "why are you asking me that?" he asks. "i want to know if you really love me" you say. "of course i would. i would love you were a worm. and i would try to find a way to make you go back to being a person, because i probably couldn't deal with you not having your pretty face or your pretty voice. but you still would be you, and that's the most important thing." you feel tears welling up in your eyes. "i love you so much. i'm so grateful for having you". he kisses your lips, laying in your lap again.

atsushi, tanizaki, odasaku, hinata, asahi, nishinoya, daichi, yamaguchi, midorya, kirishima, your fav.

[otakubimbo]

YOU ARE MY SUN

Pairing: Dazai Osamu x f!Reader Warnings: Self Harm, Talks of Violence. Suggestive but no actual depiction. Talk of Death

After a long mission for the Armed Detective Agency, you come back and are questioning what kind of person you are. As a former member of the port mafia, the things you have done are unspeakable but are you able to change? Your former partner in crime seems to be having an easier time changing than you, why is that?

Sticky Note: this is my first BSD fic, so i hope yall like it.

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The Armed Detective Agency was your last stop after completing your mission. It took longer than expected with you being your biggest setback. You never thought that being on the side of the righteous would be harder than your previous lifestyle. Sometimes, you didn’t even know if you were capable of being good, everything you did was mainly a façade of the person you wished you could be. Only one person ever believed in your ability to be a good person, but that person was long and gone. That’s why you were here now, riding up on this elevator to deliver your completed report of your mission trying to be the better person he wanted you to be.

“Honey, I’m home.” You boast, your practiced smile plastered on your face a bit strained. Before you could even make another poor joke, Kunikida started yelling at you. The vein in his head already exceeding a point that you knew was painful, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose.

His rant begins, “Where have you been Kai?!” questioning about your whereabouts. The mission that you were on was a dangerous one, which is really the only mission that you go on but hadn’t been heard from in a month, all communication went silent, and he just knew you were dead finally. Ranpo told him and everyone else that you were just fine. It’s not that he wanted you dead, it’s just that you were known for your recklessness and lived as if you could not die. But if you did die, maybe that would be enough to repent for your sins.

This was the usual speech that he gives, goes in one of your ears and out the other. It was a little more aggressive than usual which made your attention even more divided, especially since something caught your eye. There seemed to be a new agent, a white-haired kid, who looked a bit too innocent to be here.

“Who’s the kid?” You ask, cutting Kunikida off mid-sentence which made the vein in his head pulsate from your lack of attentiveness. He was trying to explain the importance of keeping up communication and keeping track of your whereabouts for safety reasons.

He groans, rubbing his hand on his face. Kunikida should have known that you weren’t really listening to him, what else should he expect?

“That’s Atsushi, Dazai recruited him.” He mumbles pushing his glasses up on his face, you truly exhausted the poor man. Between you and Dazai, you were sure you both took at minimum 10 years off his lifespan.

“Interesting,” you think shoving the completed reports at the man in front of you. Were you a pain in the ass? Yes, but you get the job done. “everything’s in there” you mention casually as you walk towards this Atsushi, you had to find out why Dazai recruited him, that wasn’t really his style.

 “Hey kid” you call out to the white-haired boy; he looks up at you nervously. The kid knew that you were obviously part of the agency because you wouldn’t be here unless. There was also a photo of you and Dazai that Atsushi once spotted in Dazai’s otherwise empty wallet. It was a picture of Oda, you, Dazai, and reluctantly Ango that Dazai folded cutting off the other two men.

“Uhm hi. I’m Atsushi.” He says with a slight bow. Cute, how formal.

“Names Kai. I heard you were recruited by Dazai. Do you happen to know where he is right now?” You ask seemingly innocently.

“No, I haven’t seen him all day. He does have me doing his paperwork though.” Atsushi complains a bit, showing the papers to you. This information made you grin, if he was getting this kid to do his paperwork that meant he wasn’t coming around for a while. Now you had more than enough time to interrogate him, grabbing a chair and sliding it in front of his desk. You grab the paperwork from his hands, tossing it on your own desk.

“So, how did you get into the agency?” You ask in a sing-song voice, head tilting at him. Atsushi immediately got flustered and it was hilarious to you. He really didn’t look like the kind of kid that Dazai would have recruited, he seemed so sweet and a bit innocent.

“Stop messing with him, Kai” Kunikida scolds you while you roll your eyes at him turning back in response.

“Dang, I can’t get to know the kid? You make it seem like I’m as bad as Dazai.”

“Objectively, you’re worse.” He responds and you wince at his words dramatically.

“You wound me. You really do. Words hurt!” You say while grasping your chest in fake pain. He just scoffs and walks off. “Anyways,” your attention back to the kid in front of you. “Now go on, don’t leave out a single detail.” You command with a smile on your face.

Atsushi tells you everything that happened to him since meeting Dazai. As he spoke, you could tell why Dazai recruited him. The kid reminded you of someone you both used to love, it warmed you a bit. You could tell he had such a kind heart and had been through too much unlike his last protégé. Even though you knew Dazai for so long, longer than anyone else at the agency of course before he even had the idea to join back when he was a completely different person. So much has changed since then, honestly, those were simpler times back then, but all things change.

Just as Atsushi was finishing his tale, the devil himself walked in, Dazai.

“Oi, loser” You call out to him as he walks through the doorway. When his eyes land on you, they immediately turn into big saucers and the puppy dog face has been activated.

“Kai, you’re back and without telling me” He whines as he scuttles over to where you’re sitting. With a laugh, you stand up and push your pointer finger into his head.

“Yeah, my phone broke like ages ago BUT now I must make my leave.” You turn away from him to sit on the open windowsill. This just gets a pout from him; you knew he was just messing around.  This was his outside personality, not the real him.

“Oh, and before I go,” You remark, pointing your head towards Atsushi, “Nice pick on the kid. I like him” and with that, you fall back out of the window, pulling a surprised exclaim from the white-haired boy in question as he rushed to the window just in time to see you land perfectly on the ground. You looked up to see his exasperated face which made you laugh, waving at him before leaving to go home.

“Isn’t she fun?’ Dazai asks, hands in his pockets.

“Why hasn’t anyone mentioned her before?” The boy questioned back, relieved that you were okay.

“She does a lot of outside missions, barely ever here. Just slipped my mind I guess.” He shrugged, now noticing the unfinished paperwork on his desk. He groaned, knowing that it was your doing that his work wasn’t finished for him.

“But you have a picture of the two of you in your wallet.”  

“We used to work together before coming to the agency” The man replied casually, as if anyone but the two of you knew the type of work you did before here.

“Oh” was all that Atsushi responded with, he knew he wasn’t going to get a straight answer out of Dazai about where they used to work or about the two of y’all relationship.

The relationship the two of you had was complicated, to say the least. Back in the port mafia days, it was you and Oda, he was what you would consider the love of your life. He was the only person who you thought ever saw any good in you, considering your ability most people just saw you as a tool, a powerful tool. But when you were with Oda, he made you feel hope that you were more than that. Now that he was gone, you had to try to believe that in yourself. This was the same with Dazai, Oda saw what was good in him too even if he didn’t see it like he did.

After Oda’s death, you were a complete wreck, and it was no surprise that Dazai was the same. There were many nights that you both would drink together and wake up drunk. But that was no way to live, Oda didn’t want you two to live that way.  That’s how both of you ended up at the agency, ended up getting closer and closer every day, holding on to the secrets and pain of the past.

In your apartment, you washed off the memories of your mission. The struggles you have been facing, swirling down the drain with the water. This mission wasn’t hard at all, skill-wise. The issue that you were experiencing was control, it felt like you were slipping. Things were getting so much harder for you, your instincts kicking in when they shoulder, the muscle memory fighting against what you aren’t anymore. It was making you sloppy, it was making you unsafe, there was too much going on through your mind to be as effective as you should be.

The shower did make you feel better, but you needed a drink and it needed to be strong. Dressed in a casual outfit, a tan tank top, black cargo pants, and the usual black trench coat that Dazai got you, off you went to your favorite hole in the wall.

“Kai” Your local bartender greets you by name since you are a regular. You raise your hand back in greeting, your usual happiness gone for your regular melancholy state. Luckily for you and as always, there wasn’t anyone in your favorite corner of the shabby spot, sinking right in the booth knowing your usual would be brought to you.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, Kai” The server comments, placing your drink in front of you a rum old fashion. Before answering, you grab your drink and down it even though it’s meant to be sipped.

“Yeah, been gone.” You huff placing the now empty glass down, you needed that.

“And stressed” She mentioned picking up your glass, “I’ll bring you another.”

You just hum in response, now being left alone with thoughts of the warm sensation of alcohol raising your body temperature slightly. As you wait for your next drink, your eyes close while you rest your head on the back of the booth. The weight of the world felt as if it was on your chest, crushing you from the thought of your past and present. Your hand moves reflexively to your wrist, snapping the band around it to give yourself some relief better than any other alternative. Maybe for once, you would take Dazai up on his other for a double suicide. What was the point anymore anyway? Before you could have another deprecating thought, a hand slides onto your wrist stopping the snapping. There was only one person it could be the man who had just crossed your mind.

“Yes, Dazai?” You ask not even bothering to open your eyes yet.

“If you wanted to harm yourself, we could always do a double suicide.” He suggests in the joking manner he always does, but this makes you open your eyes sitting up.

“Sure. Let's do it.” You say earnestly, looking him deep into his eyes and the look he gives you back almost makes you falter. The look was so soft, so sad, it was the same look Oda used to give you which almost brought tears to your eyes. Luckily, Dazai had brought your next with him when he came to sit, and you grabbed it averting your eyes and taking another chug ushering for another to be brought to you.

“Tell me how your mission went and then we will,” he says casually, taking a sip of his own drink. You go back to snapping the band around your wrist before you speak.

“It went fine” Another snap comes with that falsehood, and you knew he didn’t believe but usually he didn’t push. Today must have been different.

“And yet here you are, back to old habits after having no contact for almost a month.” He took another sip from his drink, sliding his other hand on your wrist to stop you. His touch was so gentle and calming, he had only been this way with you a few times, times like this one. You were silenced by his touch, waiting for your next drink to come before you spoke again. Luckily for you, this time you brought three drinks. The bar could tell this was going to be the kind of night, and you nodded gratefully as the server walked away.

“It’s just….” You speak softly, feeling his hands hold onto your wrist as if supporting you. You start on your first drink before you continue. “Do you ever think that maybe Oda was wrong? That I don’t have the capability of being a good person? “You finally look back at him, to see if you can read his gaze. His expression was unreadable to you, almost as if he was confused by your question. The masks you both usually wear fall at this moment, it’s as if only you two were there.

“Sometimes, it just feels like I’m going to slip back into staining my hands. It’s so hard Osamu, it’s hard.” You confess, using his given name that rarely comes out of your own mouth, and his hand slides from your wrist to set itself in your palm.

“I know”

“Do you? It feels like it’s coming so easy for you. You brought Atsushi on, you saved him.” You grip his hand as it is sitting on your palm.

“We repent in different ways. This is one of mine”

That relieved you in some way, there was sincerity in his eyes and words. He was doing things in his own way but that didn’t mean it was any easier for him. It almost brought a tear to your eye, maybe you weren’t a monster that couldn’t change.

“Maybe,” you remark, taking another sip of your drink, releasing your hand from his when you realize they are still entangled. This was one of those moments you and Dazai have been having more frequently. The touches came from often, the walls breaking down between the two of you, there was safety in each other.

“You know the wrong I’ve done but Oda believed in you just as much as he believed in me. That we could both be better people than we were. He loved you.”

“The silly man sure did.” You scoff looking down into your drink, a tear falling into the almost empty glass. You down the rest of it without a second thought, moving on to the next.

“Ya know, he used to say that I was the sun. All the good he was able to do was a reflection of me, even if he was in the port mafia. He said that I was so bright that there was a reason for him to be better, to be kind.”  Your hands gripped the glass in front of you, tears threatening yet again to spill as your grip tightened on the glass. The glass shattered under the pressure of your grip, cutting deep into your hand.

“Fuck” the curse leaves your lips, not even pulling back from the shattered glass just turning your palms up. Your mind instinctively went to using your ability to stop time to clean up the mess so no one would notice but you feel Dazais hand around your wrist stopping you. He doesn’t say anything, just starts picking up the glass for you. No words were spoken between the two of you as he cleaned it up before grabbing your arm and taking you out of the bar. The silence lingered between the both of you as he walked you home, glass still in your palms burning from the intrusion and the alcohol but you enjoyed the pain better than feeling anything else.

Once at your apartment, Dazai doesn’t even let you attempt to fumble through your coat for your key, sliding his hand in the inner pocket to take the item out for himself and opening your door. He ushered you inside to your own place, placing you on your bed and making you sit down. There has yet to be a word spoken between the two of you as he gets the first aid kit that you keep in your bathroom out. His fingers work diligently, gently pulling the glass out of your hands making sure not to embed them any further into your skin. As he finishes wrapping your hand up, he takes them into his own looking up at you from his position on the floor.

“He was right you know” his voice barely above a whisper. You look at him confused about what he means. “You really are the sun.”

At that moment, you were now aware of the fact that Dazai still had your hands in his and you froze. A slightly shocked expression marks your face, but you stay silent because what are you supposed to say at this moment?

“You worry so much about trying to be a better person, bad people don’t worry about things like that.” A small smile threatens to appear on his lips as he speaks. “You’re not like me, no matter what I do, I will always be who I am.”

Your brow furrows, replacing his hold on your hands with yours on him, joining his position on the floor. “That’s not true and you know it. You’ve changed Osamu, you have. I see it in you every day. I see it in the way that you are so much gentler now. You care for people. You care for me.” The passion in your voice makes him more upset than it seems, which just confuses you even more.

“And there lies the problem. That’s what makes me a terrible man, a man who isn’t capable of change because I do care about you. What good person falls in love with their dead friend's girlfriend? I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling that and then the one person I fall for is you of all people.” He confesses, scoffing inwardly. You were completely taken aback by his sudden words, but you knew they were true. The two of you have gotten so close, leaning on each other, supporting each other, caring for each other.  There was no denying that you also were slowly thawing to his warmth, the drunken nights turning into mornings waking up to him, the worry for his safety while you were away, you had gotten so used to it being the two of you. It was you and him; him and you. Without even thinking, you grab his face making it face you.

“I will always love Oda, I will. But….” You hesitate but the looks in his eyes, the real look in his eyes gives you a bit of confidence, he was here with you not far off in his own mind. “But I love you Osamu Dazai, I do. You are also my sun; I want to be better for him and for you.”

For the first time ever, you have surprised him. He was surprised by your confession just as much as you were surprised by him. Now to surprise him even more, you smash your lips onto his, not releasing his face from your hands. The shock of you kissing him, quickly went away as his arms forcefully wrap around your back pulling you closer to him.

You were the first one to pull away, looking at his face with watery eyes.

“Make me yours Osamu.”

And make you his, he did. Several times.

The next morning, the two of you walked into the agency together which wasn’t an unusual occurrence but once Ranpo saw the two of you, he smirked.

“Ugh FINALLY” The man exclaims throwing his hands in the air. “You owe me Kunikida” Ranpo says pointing his lollipop at him. Kunikida looks up at Ranpo and then at you and Dazai coming in together.

“No way! How do you even know?!? They literally just walked in like they normally do.” Kunikida yells back.

“What is going on?” You ask, arms crossed because of course these idiots were up to something.

“I bet that you two would get together before the end of the year, but Kunikida said Dazai was too dumb to make it happen.”

You almost start snort laughing at how hilarious that was trying to hold it back, especially the shocked and offended look on Dazais face.

“Kunikida, I’m hurt. Truly I am! Do you think I’m unlovable?!” Dazai whines at the blonde.

“Absolutely I do,” Kunikida replies matter-of-factly. You couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“You are very lovable Osamu.” You giggle before placing a kiss on his nose. An innocent contrast to the debauchery of last night.

“Confirmed. Pay up.” Ranpo hand is held out to Kunikida who begrudgingly pays up. It was a lot of money, which meant he had 0 faith in your coupling. The bickering about the exchange starts up again between Dazai and Kunikida at the amount of money. You smile to yourself, enjoying the scene as you sit at your desk. Maybe you could have some of this happiness and be the sun.

[himbofan]

sakunosuke oda is the type of boyfriend to….

heyyyyy y'all sorry for being MIA for months... but don't worry you can't get rid of me that easily >:)

ODASAKU!!! i just love this man so much.... we have been married for 20 years and i wanted to share some of the things oda would do as ur boyfriend cuz he's perfect boyfriend material <33333

i have a lot of bsd ideas and things i wanna write too so never be afraid to slide in my inbox and tell me what u wanna see :3 i love to yap about 2D men :333 anywayzzzz hope u enjoy!! likes and reblogs always appreciated <3333 🫶 (this is like my fourth time posting this, pls show up in the tags this time 😭😭)

wc: 300+

characters: sakunosuke oda

cw: gn!reader, tooth rotting fluff

sakunosuke oda is the type of boyfriend to….

…remember tiny things about you, from your favorite coffee order to which side of the bed you like to sleep on. even the most minute and menial details are etched into his mind. don’t like tomatoes on your sandwich? don’t worry, you’ll never have to ask him to change it again, he’ll always make sure you never have tomatoes.

sakunosuke oda is the type of boyfriend to….

…watch every video you send him beginning to end without skipping, anything from a 10 second funny cat tiktok or a 2 minute youtube video explanation about the life cycle of shrimp. he’ll respond with a “👍” or “Lol.” every time.

sakunosuke oda is the type of boyfriend to….

…always agree to matching halloween costumes with you, even if they’re silly. he doesn’t really have a strong opinion about what he wears, he just likes to see you excited. last year y’all went as barbenheimer but he was barbie and you were oppenheimer. (he had a blast)

sakunosuke oda is the type of boyfriend to….

…listen every time you rant about annoying coworkers or classmates. even though he looks uninterested, he’s actually listening carefully, even if he doesn’t know who you’re talking about he just likes to hear how you feel and think. he's an excellent listener and loves to hear you talk because he likes the sound of your voice :)

sakunosuke oda is the type of boyfriend to….

…attract animals for seemingly no reason. whenever you’re out and about in the city, he never fails to have a stray cat appear and rub up against his legs, or a squirrel cautiously approach him begging for food. his aura is so comforting and secure, he’s basically an urban disney princess.

sakunosuke oda is the type of boyfriend to….

…let you pluck his eyebrows and have self care nights with clay masks and fuzzy hair bands. he doesn’t really know what’s going on but he lets you pamper him with products because he loves to spend time with you and see you smile. :)

sakunosuke oda is the type of boyfriend to….

…slow dance with you in the living room, kitchen, hallway, or anywhere the mood strikes you. he loves seeing the beauty in the mundane domestic moments, it reminds him that your shared love is unconditional.

sakunosuke oda is the type of boyfriend to….

…stare at your face while you’re sleeping. he wants to memorize every feature and shape, silently admiring how the rays of light dance off of your skin in the early morning. even if you’re snoring or drooling, he’ll always think it’s adorable because you’re the most beautiful thing in his life.

[nian-7]

Michizou, Chuuya, Gin, Koyo, Oda x gn!reader

✧kissing headcanons

✧fluff, part 2

-Chuuya's tougher exterior tends to fade away when its just you both and he becomes quite sweet. He likes to spoil you with things and will give you affection, as long as you both are away from prying eyes.

-He doesn't have a problem with minimal things such as hand holding or hugs in public but, kissing does tend to stay more private. He'll kiss your temple (or shoulder, depends on what's closest to him) but, that's likely it for public.

-In private, he kisses you more often. It's like a greeting, he'll walk into a room and almost every time, he'll walk over to you and give you a kiss.

-" Ah- Not in public, I don't need the someone from the Port Mafia seeing this! "

-Michizou is slightly more public with it than Chuuya but, still prefers to keep it semi-private. Yes, he'll show more affection in public but, still keeps it private.

-He enjoys kissing your temples or forehead, whichever you prefer, and will often hold your waist in public. He just can get a bit protective or a little jealous sometimes!

-He enjoys it when you kiss his nose, it makes him get a little flustered but, he really does like it! He finds himself hoping that you do it again afterwards.

-" What?! Hey- What'd you do that for?! "

-Gin is on the shyer side when it comes to affection. She likes it but, she just finds herself getting flustered whenever she's not used to a form of affection.

-Her kisses tend to be quick and sweet and they're always accompanied by a pink tint on her face after. She takes it slow and it takes her a little longer than most other people to get used to certain affection.

-She prefers to not show her love through physical touch but, doesn't mind if that's how you express your love to her. She loves that you both can express your love to one and other without trouble.

-" Just a quick kiss, okay? "

-Koyo isn't afraid of PDA, not to say that she has no shame, she just doesn't see the need to have to hide it. She does nearly anything you can think of, kissing, hugging, hand holding, etc.

-She enjoys giving the top of your head a kiss, especially if she's taller than you, and is quite protective over you. She likes to have you close to her wherever you both might be.

-She's very gentle though and always takes good care of you. She's very sweet with you compared to others and always gives you some form of affection when she sees you.

-" Oh really? You'd like another? Alright. "

-Oda isn't an overly affection man but, that doesn't mean he doesn't like it. He will occasionally give you a kiss but, he tends to hold your hand more than anything.

-He doesn't have a preference when it comes to giving or receiving kisses, he'll give you one if you ask or if he feels like it at that moment.

-He'll usually kiss your cheek or hand if he happens to be holding your hand. He's very simple with his kisses and doesn't tend to give you very long kisses, they tend to be for a few seconds till he pulls away.

-" Hm? Sure, if you want one, I dont mind. "

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tags: @kizuraa

[mncxbe]

can you do prompt 13 with Oda please🫶

13 — They let their secret kink slip (E.g. daddy kink, breeding kink)

You loved everything about your boyfriend. He was sweet, caring, gentle, always looking out for you and soaking you up in his affections and love. At this point his looks were just a bonus– and those pretty, pretty hands the treasure at the end of the rainbow.

You couldn't help but stare at his fingers, the way they curled around the brim of the cup, tendons flexing as he raised it to his lips and took a little sip. They were so elegant and pretty and god, you could feel yourself getting wet just by looking at them.

Oda's silken voice snapped you out of your trance. "What're you looking at, darling?" he smiled, placing his cup back down on its plate.

Swallowing the lump in your throat you averted your eyes from his hands, meeting his gaze. "Just... your hands. They're pretty"

Your boyfriend could tell you were flustered, fumbling with the book in your lap as he held his hands in front of you. "Really, darling? You like them?"

You were absolutely adorable, eagerly nodding and looking away, a shy smile tugging at your lips. The hints were there– in the way you shifted in your seat and chewed at the inside on your cheek. You needed him and, as always, he would give you what you wanted.

Getting up from his chair, your boyfriend made his way next to you, one of his hands tracing the line of your collarbones before going up your neck and giving it a gentle squeeze, making your breath hitch in anticipation "Then let me remind you just how good they can make you feel, darling."

[fyodior]

the best gift

pairing: odasaku x gn!reader

cw: none! just cheesy fluff

notes: this is my contribution to the very lovely white christmas collab luna @hiraizens is hosting!! here is a very corny fic about wrapping gifts with oda :")

wc: 1.1k

Oda stared at the disaster of wrapping paper, tape, bows, and ribbon laid out in front of him on the kitchen table, mocking him. He didn’t know how it got that bad – truly. You had been working so hard finding and buying gifts for both of your friends and family, and he just wanted to be helpful, so he thought he would wrap the presents for you while you relaxed in the bedroom. But now you certainly were going to have to repurchase some supplies.

The absolute last thing Oda ever wanted to have to do was ask you for help – that would defeat the entire purpose of this endeavor anyway. But with every effort only making the mess worse, he eventually had to admit it was a lost cause.

Oda held his breath as he walked up the stairs towards the bedroom, preparing an incredibly long, drawn-out apology in his head. He knew you wouldn’t be mad at him – you never were. He just felt horrible in that, in trying to make your life easier, he made it much harder.

Peaking his head through the half-open door, he watched for just a moment as you flipped through the tattered pages of your favorite book. The one you read over and over, to where the paperback cover was almost falling off. He knocked lightly on the wood to get your attention, chuckling at the way you startled.

“Hi, hon!” you said with a sweet smile on your face, tossing your book to the side. You obviously noticed the grimace on Oda’s face he was not hiding well and furrowed your eyebrows. “What’s wrong?”

He shuffled slowly into the room, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“Well, I- I, um-”

“Odasaku?” The worry in your eyes grew.

“I kind of, um. Majorly fucked up wrapping the Christmas gifts,” he mumbled. This didn’t ease much of your confusion.

“Wrapping the Christmas gifts?”

“You’ve done almost all the shopping and I wanted to try and help out by doing some of the wrapping but… it’s harder than I thought it would be.”

You laughed as you shook your head, pushing the blankets off you to stand up.

“Show me the damage,” you teased.

Oda led you downstairs towards the kitchen, averting his eyes in embarrassment as you finally fell witness to the catastrophe that had occurred. He grimaced as you took it in for a moment, afraid you’d be pissed you had extra work to do now, but instead you just laughed.

“Oh, honey,” you sighed. “Why all this?” You giggled as you picked up the scrap piece of paper where he had been practicing cursive for the gift tags but had failed miserably.

“Just wanted to help.” His eyes stayed focused on the white tile underneath him.

He wasn’t expecting it when you turned towards him and threw your arms around his neck before pressing a wet kiss to his lips. Though he was confused by this reaction, his hands came to settle on your hips and kissed you back happily.

“Thank you,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Why the hell are you thanking me for that?” He gestured towards the scene of the crime.

“Because it’s really, really sweet that you tried to help. Thank you,” you giggled.

Standing back up on your toes, you kissed him once again before peppering soft kisses all over his cheeks, making him laugh.

“You’re not mad?” Some of the stress had finally started to drain from his body.

“Not at all, darling. As long as you’ll promise to help me fix it,” you teased.

He pulled you in even closer to kiss you deeply, an of course getting lost somewhere between both your lips.

You grabbed Oda’s hand and forced him to sit down at the table, preparing him for a crash course in gift wrapping. He listened intently, nodding as you explained exactly how to measure out the correct length and width of wrapping paper, how to get the crispest corners, and how to tie ribbons.

Oda was a very diligent assistant, handing you the scissors when you asked, keeping multiple different pieces of already cut tape on him, and listening to you ramble about the who and why behind each gift. It made his heart swell to hear about how deliberate you were with each present, matching each one perfectly to their recipient. You’d die before handing someone a predictable gift card for Christmas.

He oohed as you pulled out your calligraphy skills to label each tag, and you rolled your eyes as he made jokes about tying you up with ribbon in the bedroom. He could only keep his hands off you for so long though.

“I definitely considered giving him bandag-” your words were cut off as Oda stuck a bow right onto your forehead, laughing to himself.

“A gift to the world,” he cooed. You rolled your eyes so hard it was painful, only making him laugh harder. “C’mere,” he said before grabbing the leg of your chair and pulling you towards him.

He cradled your face in his hands and looked at you, pushing a lock of hair behind your ear. Every time Oda gave you that look, the one where his eyes gleamed and he couldn’t contain the grin that spread across his face that screamed I love you so fucking much, you got butterflies in your stomach. It always felt like the first time you met him all over again, when you blushed and stuttered as you tried to speak because his presence was just so overwhelming.

Oda finally leaned in to kiss you, the stubble on his jaw tickling your face. You laughed into the kiss and hugged his shoulders again as he pulled you closer by your waist.

“Thank you for all your help, my little elf,” you said, making him chuckle.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, right next to the silvery-pink bow still stuck to your forehead.

“Thank you for being the best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

[hanazou]

— 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

It’s common sense for Odasaku that he has to take small, necessary steps steps for them to build up to a bigger pivoting change, and he wants to live up to that principle by proving to himself that good results do await at the end of the journey, no matter how painful the stones of this boulevard make his feet feel.

Teaching literature at a small local cram school, in a building hidden by its taller and brighter peers, isn’t what has been wearing down his body. It was the inhuman schedule he has to discipline himself into following. From early morning to sunset, he does the junk jobs no other rugged mafioso men in Port Mafia would do, and when the day ends, he has to rush to the cram school in town to teach literature (after making sure he doesn’t reek of gunpowder).

He was lucky they don’t run background checks on teachers as they’re short on talent. In fact, this was the only reason he could teach there. To live up to the luck and gratefulness, he fights the exhaustion weighting him down in the morning, and it was partly because he doesn’t have time to waste, though it’s also because the grade schoolers are so pleasant to teach that he forgets about what he goes through to stand on the podium in front of them. The salary isn’t much, but if he’s diligent about this just for a few more years, he build a decent experience to make a living without dependance on the mafia.

The students from his class were already dismissed and he just finished helping the student who wanted to consult about his homework with him. He could use a good glass of whiskey right now, drinking with Dazai and Ango at Lupin’s as usual, but he’s too exhausted to walk back to Port Mafia’s headquarters’ direction. The chilly night air of Yokohama greeted him at the exit. He took in a nice, heavy, breath, and released it with a long sigh, hand inside his pockets. For once, the folder under his arm doesn’t line out any illegal transactions but are about next week’s syllabus. It’s the fresh atmosphere like this that kept him going with this new routine for three months. He can handle this much.

Some students from his class walked pass him and waved goodbye at him with gratefulness on their faces. “Thank you for today, teacher.” They bowed.

“You’re welcome,” The corners of his lips twisted up in a smile, waving at the pair of boy and girl.

The front gate ahead was where the students chatted and gathered for a while for them to decide where they should go next. The arcade or straight back home? Hence, the area was a bit crowded.

“Can I talk to you, teacher? Just for a moment.” A student called from behind Odasaku.

“Of course,” He turns around to his student. He teaches a lot of them that he hasn’t memorized whose voice this one belongs to, although this one was very familiar. “What do you need–”

He was faced by your smile, the person leaning against the stone pillar, arms crossed while waiting for him.

“Evening, Odasaku.” You approached him. “How’s this new routine treating you? You must be more exhausted.”

“Apparently,” He sighed after taking in your surprise visit, rubbing the back of his neck. “But it’s bearable–and enjoyable. I kind of like doing this.”

“Of course you do. Teaching literature to high schoolers. That’s so you. Right?”

“Maybe,” He smiled slightly. “But what are you doing here?”

“To consult with you, teacher, what else?” You joked with the nickname. You looked around the area. Most students have left during your brief chat with Odasaku, leaving you and him with not many other people around. “Do you have time to spare?”

“Do you need anything from me?”

“Your company.” You stood in front of him, having to look up to the tall man. “So? Will you walk with me?”

Odasaku blinked, his usual accommodating expression on his face until he nodded. “Of course.”

Down the lane, Odasaku walked together with you in silence for the first few minutes. Your hands are inches away from brushing pinky fingers, but the distance was maintained and kept teasing for more contact.

“Dazai-san has found out ever since you started,” You broke the silence by revealing the answer to the question he hadn’t asked yet. “He was proud of you, and still is.”

“That makes it three months ago, huh,” Odasaku thumbed his chin. “Then why didn’t you nor he come earlier?”

“I can’t speak for Dazai-san since I don’t know the answer, and even if I do, I can’t talk about my superior in that manner.” You chuckled. “But I didn’t bring it up because first, you always look so exhausted every time we meet,” You flex out a finger to count “–and I didn’t want to stress you. And second, I like surprise visits.” You tilted your head mischievously to match the end of your answer. “Did I surprise you?”

Odasaku nodded, and to avoid your inquisitiveness that alerts him, he turns his sight back to the road in front of him, dimly lit by the lampposts around both of you. “In a good way though.” He admitted. “Did you really come all the way here just to see me?”

“I wanted to see with my own eyes how you’d fare in a normal society like this,” You confessed, putting your hands inside your warm pockets. “It’s a pleasant view, actually. Your students like you, and you seem to teach them well. You belong to this kind of routine and life.”

Odasaku stared at you, eyelids lifted. He felt encouraged. “You really think so?”

“You’re made to live a peaceful life, you don’t belong in a sombre environment like the mafia.” The words were heavy to be spoken. It was a smooth way of saying that you don’t deserve to be friends with someone as kind as him.

He weighed his options of whether to confess his plans to you or to stay quiet, keeping you in the dark about it. His eyes shifted to your face whose eyes were looking at the road ahead, not noticing the way he looked at you. He didn’t think he can handle the guilt of being dishonest about it. He decided that you deserve to know.

“I’ve made up my mind, actually.” Odasaku started. It gained your attention and you turned to him.

He confessed about the roadmap he drafted for this future, how he’s saving up as much as he can to gather enough money for him and his five children. He wanted to afford a deserving life for them, so he’s making the small steps of saving money to escape from Port Mafia and move somewhere else where it’s safer for the children, somewhere like Tokyo or Osaka, somewhere the Mafia doesn’t have the resources to blackmail him. He plans to secure a fulltime job as a literature teacher to earn stable wages. He came clean about it all without looking at you, as he never does well against guilt, while you didn’t know what expression to put on when he ended his talk.

After taking in a silent minute to process the flood of new information, you opened your mouth to speak softly. “You’re actually actively planning to escape?” You widened your eyes. “For good? With all of your children?”

Odasaku winced. Each word you spoke elaborated how much he had been hiding from you. “I should’ve told you and Dazai earlier.” He said. “I have no excuse. I’m sorry–”

“This is perfect!” You beamed up. Odasaku’s shoulders tensed. He didn’t expect this reaction, he thought you would be disappointed and betrayed about this sudden news of his future departure. “I’ve always feared that you would be too stagnant to make any real changes, but I’m relieved I was wrong.”

You were honest about your relief, you just didn’t confess everything you felt, about the disappointment of having Odasaku leaving you in several years. He was a good man and a good friend, the only light that shines in Port Mafia. You never regret dragging your drained body to the strayed, unlived bar in the alley years back in the night you first met him, although you never drink in your life.

He was sitting alone with his untouched whiskey with a face full of stories. His posture was burdened with confinement and hopelessness, yet he gleamed with authenticity and light. You were enchanted by how ambiguously welcoming he was, and made the first conversation.

You couldn’t picture a future without that light’s company, but you didn’t want that light to stay in the darkness either, because the darkness is forever while light is fated to fade out soon if it didn’t return to where it belongs.

So, you hold his shoulder firmly with an optimistic smile. Odasaku stopped walking midway too, looking at you in anticipation. The sensation of your grip on his shoulder was new to him.

“I’m very happy for you.” Your smile reached your eyes. You’re genuinely happy for him.

Odasaku smiled, his hand reaching up to touch yours on his shoulder. His palm was rough, but it was warm on your cold hand. “Thank you,” He smiled tenderly. “I mean it.”

Your smile doubled as you removed your hand from him. “This is the end of the time I’m borrowing from you.”

“Sorry?”

“Look at the other side of the road,” You gently pushed his shoulder so he’d turn forward to look at where you pointed.

At the other side of the crossroad, a young man in black, his right eye hidden under the bandages, stood and smiled at Odasaku, energetically waving at him and calling his name like a boy. Next to him was a taller and lean man, dressed neatly in a suit with gelled down hair, wearing circular glasses. Only then Odasaku realized that he and you stopped right underneath the traffic light that shone red, mingling with ordinary civilians who waited for the light to turn green. In this crowd, neither of you bore any significance.

“I took it upon myself to bring you to Dazai-san and Sakaguchi-kun.” You suppressed your laugh from the expression Odasaku made. Washed in red light, you can’t tell if he’s confused or surprised. Despite his manly appearance and age, he looks so innocent when dumbfounded like this. “It’s been a while since you drank with them, right?”

Odasaku turned at you. “You… were bringing me to them?”

“What’s wrong? Is there something you don’t like?”

“No, nothing, everything is perfect.” he shook his head. “I’m just grateful for you.”

You muffled your giggle to smooth out the tingles he made you feel. “Don’t mention it.” You patted his shoulder twice, turning on your heel to walk the other way, further from the crowd. “See you later,” You waved.

Odasaku watched your figure walk away before joining the crowd of pedestrians. He turned forward where he could see Dazai and Ango waiting for him. Ango was calm and collected as usual, while Dazai was being fidgety, impatient for Odasaku to cross the road and join him to make the group whole again.

Meanwhile, you sighed as you walk to the emptier side of road. Odasaku will leave in several years, you ought to plan some memorable activities to do with him so he can have a good memory of you when he departs. It would be good for your side too, you’d have pleasant memories to outmatch the bitter loneliness that is to come.

Your mind spiralled for ideas. You thought about taking Odasaku to a cat cafe where he can read novels while playing with cats, or to a Japanese-Italian fusion restaurant for a change of scenery, until somebody caught your hand from behind.

You swirled, fist ready to meet your intruder, but you froze when you see the man.

“Why are you here?” You asked Odasaku in pure confusion. “You’ll miss the green light.”

“I can’t leave yet when I haven’t spend proper time with you.” He answered, slightly panting.

You wondered if he ran to catch you here, you haven’t even walked far. You look back at the traffic light behind him. The red blinked green, and people made haste to cross the road while there’s still time.

“Would like to drink together?” Odasaku proposed. “Just for a moment.”

written on February 21, 2021