#shoulders? not even a problem. hips? you've got it! wrists? ready to be snapped!

[capsheartbreak]

i relate to the captain because i, too, can crack every single bone in my body.

[universallychaoticpan]

Quite the well mannered minx

Dazai x reader

@yumeosamu ty for your request; your ideas are always lovely. You're a delight to hear from. As always, my requests are open and any interaction is so welcome. Enjoy<333

You trusted few things, but there were things you had faith in.

One, Yokohama would always have a slinky little spot with a drink and a dance waiting for you.

Two, Dazai would always be the one at your side, kissing your lips and tasting wine, whiskey, scotch- buttery and sweet or fruity and tart, it was always him stealing it form your mouth while his arm curled around your shoulders. You trusted one another, despite everything, surprisingly devoted to one another in a way that others admired and envied all at once. So you wasted your time together when you had it, palms chilled from your cold glasses pressed together with your fingers winding to and fro. The particular night she'd walked into your bar, you'd been facing the door, your head in the crook of his shoulder as you smiled against his chest, his fingers straying to lift your face for a kiss now and again. She watched you, Dazai's face turned away from her as he worked his mouth down your neck, making your lips open in a light smile as you gently pushed him back. You're meaning was clear; not here, love. Not now. Later, yes. But not now.

And she had noticed you first. Not the man you wound around as sure as he held you close, but you. You were pretty, she noted, the shades of your eyes glowing in the dim light wrist relaxed as you brought your glass to those lips that looked plush as goose down. Your hair fell perfectly, just messy enough to be carefree, like you had just been quite enjoyably ravished by the man who's face was now blurring her vision. Gorgeous. And it made her so mad.

She kept her eyes down as she drank that night, every now and then flicking up to see you both from her corner in the bar. One, two, three drinks, and her head was spinning. She stumbled as she began to walk towards the door, her heels clicking against the floor before she tripped and fell right into the woman in front of her.

It was just your luck she's bumped into you.

You giggled a bit, slightly tipsy as you both got up, you and Dazai leaning into one another as you once again turned to leave. But her vision went red when he placed his hand on your hip, around your waist, keeping you close. He had never once touched her that way and it killed her to see him do it to you.

In the next second, three things happened: She grabbed your hair. You were wrenched backwards. And your head snapped into her nose with the momentum of your unbalanced body.

She groaned in pain as you faced her, no longer smiling.

"What," you spat, "In hell is your problem?!"

"You bitch!!"

"Listen, lady, I have no clue who the hell you are, alright. All I know is you've been in here drinking alone all night and now you're trying to pick a fight."

"You know exactly what my problem with you is, slut."

You could have killed her. Seriously, it wouldn't even have been hard. Would've been harder to get rid of all the witnesses what were now watching you both silently. You were frozen, Dazai staring dead at you, ready to help in the case you needed him.

The slap you left across her face was more to shock her than hurt her. Still, it knocked her off her unsteady feet, sending her to the ground as you crouched to her level.

"I may not know you but I will make one thing clear: I don't care who you are. I don't care how you think you know me, what your problem is, or if I will ever see you again. Personally, I hope I never do. But no one speaks to me like that." Smiling, you stood, took Dazai's hand and left the bar in a flurry, dragging him into an alley not far of.

"Now," you huffed, pinning him against the closest wall. "Want to explain to me what in hell that was all about?"

"Not particularly," he replied, his shit eating grin on full blast.

"Well then let me guess: In particular Dazai fashion, you had her falling for you and then somehow, I don't really care how, you broke her heart and now she hates you."

He brushed your hair away from your face, smiling instead of grinning at you. "You're devastatingly clever, my love. And spectacularly lovely when you're angry."

"I'm not angry," you sighed. "But you could have told me when your vengeful ex walked into the room."

"You had it," he shrugged, stepping out into the sharp winter air, still keeping you close to his side. "But in any case, is there anything I can do to make it up to you, angel?"

You kissed him hard in the street, hand keeping his chin still before you pulled away, his body leaning forward as if to follow the press of your plush lips.

"A million things Osamu Dazai. There are a million things you can do to make it up to me."

[capsheartbreak]

i relate to the captain because i, too, can crack every single bone in my body.