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[kiwipit]

done being insane I love u guys goodnight

[chuulyssa]

Hello, darling!

Could I request a Dazai x reader hurt/comfort where an old lover or one night stand of Dazai's comes to the agency to try and seduce him to get him back while knowing full well he's in a happy relationship with reader? This happens in front of reader and reader gets jealous and a lil insecure but hides it cause she didn't wanna seem like a gf who gets jealous easily. However, she confides into Yosano and Atsushi and they end up telling Dazai cause they can see how affected reader really is :( Dazai then comes to comfort reader and reassure them that he only loves them and no one could change that etcetc

So sorry for the long request 😭 I understand if you don't wish to write this! Remember to eat, hydrate, and take breaks :)

𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 — the past causes a hindrance in your sweet present with dazai

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 — fluff, hurt/comfort

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 — dazai x reader ft. ada members

You were never too upset about Dazai's past. Sure, he did have a lot of flings along the way, but you had decided on the day you accepted his uncharacteristically shaking hands and nervous words that the past was the past.

He was the sweetest person ever, so much so that you wondered if he was human at all. He seemed more of a cuddly little kitten, what with all the skin-ship he required on an hourly basis.

It had gotten to the point that after breaking a total of 237 pen nibs, Kunikida had stopped reacting to the PDA and cheesy compliments Dazai threw your way completely.

Today had been no different. You were sitting on your chair, humming a little tune and refilling a document to submit a copy to the President. Dazai sat beside you, swinging around in Atsushi's chair after bullying the latter into buying food for your date after work.

“Bellaaaaaaaaaaa,” he groaned. “Is it done yettttt?”

You let out a little chuckle.

“Just a few more details.”

“But I need attention! Your attention,” his lips curved downwards dramatically, and he raised his wrist to collide with his forehead like a teenage girl. “I’m so sick! I’m gonna die! Without you!”

“You’re not sick, baby, just dramatic.”

He inhaled loudly.

“What!? Of course, I’m sick,” he dropped himself to his chair and leaned back on it, hugging his knees in a failed attempt at shivering.

You scoffed and touched the back of your hand to his forehead, watching him melt under it.

“You’re not sick.”

He whined.

“Bella, pleaseeeee. One kiss—”

“Um, Dazai-san, there’s someone here to meet you,” Atsushi interrupted timidly, packets of snacks in his hand, which Ranpo was eyeing keenly.

Dazai pouted. “Tell them I’m having my alone time with my girlfriend.”

“A-alone time!?” spluttered Atsushi.

Dazai waved him away.

“Why don’t you just go and check it out, idiot? Anyway, you’re not having any ‘alone time’ here with Y/N with half of the agency in the same room as the two of you. Also, you’re annoying her and all of—” ranted Kunikida.

“Oh, I wouldn’t go if I were him,” chided Ranpo, and Kunikida turned red on being contradicted by his senior.

“I understand, Ranpo-san, but Dazai is absolutely insufferable and—”

“Hey,” you nudged Dazai off your shoulder amidst the ramblings of your co-worker. He looked up at you with his big brown eyes. “Go on. I’ll be there as soon as I finish this.”

“Only because you’re saying so,” announced Dazai and he stood up, stuffing his hands in his pockets and sauntering his way out. You smiled slightly and continued your paperwork, muttering information to yourself.

After a while, you stood to stretch, glancing towards the door where Dazai had disappeared. Time seemed to crawl at a slow pace without him around. You wondered what took him so long, leaving you sandwiched between Kunikida’s persistent groaning over his to-do list and Ranpo casually helping himself to all of your snacks.

“B-but, Ranpo-san!” Atsushi stammered. “They’re for Dazai-san.”

“Well, they’re mine now,” Ranpo replied keenly, and you stifled a laugh.

“You already have many of your own.”

“And? Those are guaranteed to be eaten by me, these aren’t. So I’ll deal with these first, then move on to the rest.”

You stood up to have a short break at the cafe. You could almost smell Dazai jumping at you the moment he saw you after you promised him from a mile away.

As soon as you reached the door of the Agency building, though, you heard raised voices from outside. Strange, you thought, did someone lose their way?

“Girlfriend, boyfriend, you’ve given me that shit all the time, Osamu,” a female voice simpered. Your stomach churned at the impractical sweetness of the sound. You weren’t one to intrude on Dazai’s business, but something about the tone unsettled you.

Unlocking the door quietly, not too much but enough to be able to see what was going on outside, you saw Dazai speaking with a woman. Tall, strikingly beautiful, and with the kind of effortless grace that made you feel slightly self-conscious despite yourself. She was draped in an outfit that seemed tailored to her every curve, and her laugh — a little too loud and intimate — echoed in the hallway. You stiffened as her hand came up to gently touch Dazai’s arm.

“Osamu,” she cooed, her voice honeyed, “You haven’t changed at all. Still playing hard to get?”

You cringed. She stepped closer, and Dazai didn’t reciprocate her touch. But he didn’t move away either. Instead, he offered her one of his usual easy-going smiles — something he told you he reserved only for you.

“Maybe we could catch up later,” she continued, her fingers lingering on his sleeve. “For old times’ sake?”

You took a step back. Maybe you could find some more work to do around the agency. Strolling back to where the rest of the members were, you caught Ranpo's eye, and he gave you a sympathetic smile.

“Ranpo-san,” you said half-heartedly, determined to distract yourself with the new interaction that occurred between your boyfriend and his old ‘fling’. “Didn’t you say you had a case pending?”

“Booooo. Why do I have to solve every case in this town?” Nevertheless, Ranpo stood up, knocking a desperate Atsushi off the side of his chair accidentally. “Whoops, sorry. Anyway, let’s go.”

Yosano was the first to notice something off about you. She placed her medical kit on the desk and eyed you, an eager look on her face. “Y/N, you alright? You look a little pale. Maybe you’re sick.”

You shook your head, forcing a smile. “I’m fine. Just tired, I guess.”

Yosano raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Does this have anything to do with the woman Dazai was talking to earlier?”

You blinked, not realizing you had been so transparent. “How did you—?”

“Ranpo-san said it was written all over your face,” Yosano said plainly. “And I agree. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Atsushi, who had just returned from getting reprimanded by Kunikida for his ‘irresponsible’ snack duties, chimed in with a concerned expression. “Yeah, is something wrong? You let Ranpo-san eat all the snacks you wanted for your date.”

“Well, he was hungry, so—”

“Don’t lie,” Yosano said firmly.

You sighed, dropping your facade. “It’s stupid, really. I shouldn’t be feeling this way, but… I don’t know. She was just so — so confident and familiar with him. I trust Dazai, I do, but seeing them together like that made me feel — small.”

Yosano’s eyes softened, and Atsushi gave you a sympathetic nod.

“You know, Dazai’s an idiot sometimes,” Yosano said bluntly. “But even he’s not stupid enough to let someone like that mess with what he has now.”

Atsushi nodded vigorously. “Yeah, Dazai-san is always talking about you!” he shuddered, recalling the traumatic missions he had to spend with the brunette where he rambled about your beauty and his undying love for you. “It’s clear he’s crazy about you.”

You smiled weakly. “She’s not wrong at all. He’s very attractive, and she should definitely shoot her shot. I’m not even mad at her.”

“Well, I am,” Yosano clenched her teeth. “She’s not the one who spent hours fixing that broken man. You are. And let me have a talk with Dazai. I’ll run my axe over him.”

Your journey home was uneventful. Sliding your keys into the shared apartment of you and Dazai, you remembered how the latter had not even looked at you when you walked out of the agency with your stuff. He probably hadn’t noticed you, thinking of that other woman, you slid under the covers of your bed sourly.

A while later, he strode into the room, his carefree expression replaced with something more serious. His eyes scanned the room until they found you, and he immediately made a beeline for your side.

“Bella, what’s wrong?” His voice was softer, his usual playfulness set aside. “Atsushi told me you weren’t feeling great, and Yosano gave me an earful about something I couldn’t hear.”

You looked down, biting your lip. “It’s nothing, really. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

Dazai lay down beside you, reaching for your hands. His fingers laced with yours as he gazed up at you, his eyes unusually sincere. “Hey, look at me.”

Reluctantly, you met his gaze.

“Bella,” he murmured, his thumb brushing against your knuckles, “I don’t care who she was. Or what we had, if you could even call it that. You’re the only one I want. The only one I need.”

His words hung in the air, and you felt the tightness in your chest begin to ease.

“I’m with you because I love you,” Dazai continued. “No one else even comes close.”

You opened your mouth to protest, to tell him you weren’t upset, but he cut you off.

“And don’t think for a second that you’re ‘just upset,’ okay? I’d probably feel the same way if some guy started throwing himself at you.”

A small smile tugged at your lips at the image of Dazai trying to fend off a suitor.

“Trust me, Bella,” he whispered, pulling you into his arms, “there’s no one in the world who could ever make me look away from you.”

You buried your face in his chest, finally letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. His arms tightened around you as if to reassure you that he wasn’t going anywhere. That you were enough. Always enough.

“Now we can have our date,” he said enthusiastically.

“You still remember that?”

“Well, yeah,” he reached out to pick up the food parcels he had kept on the nightstand. “I’ll never forget when I get to spend time with you.”