#ticklish!Dazai

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Lee!Dazai and ler!kunikida plss

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Mission Failed!

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It was a normal day for the detective agency, solving crimes, typical meetings all that BORING stuff! Well..at least for Dazai! He wanted some fun…

That’s when the idea popped up, let’s tickle Kunikida! He needs to calm down anyway.. Atsushi knew that look when Dazai had that smirk on his face.. “Dazai?.. what are you planning now?..” “Sush!” Dazai put his finger over Atsushi’s lips. “Just watch and learn..”

Kunikida was too busy with his work to notice that Dazai had creeped up behind him, “Suprise!” Dazai wiggled his finger Kunikida’s underarms. “Agh!- D-Dazai!!” Kunikida pushed the brunette’s arms away. “What was that for!” “It’s not my fault you’re so ticklishhhhh~” Dazai teased. “Agh!” Suddenly, Kunikida now had Dazai pinned on the floor. “Ah.. Kunikida maybe you should calm down..” Atsushi panicked, he couldn’t really read the room and what was gonna happen. “Dazai needs to take what he dishes out~” Kunikida replies, rising his wiggling fingers up. “W-Wahait! Lehets talk about this!!” Dazai is already squirming, trying to escape. “Giggling already? I haven’t even touched you..yet.” Oh. That’s definitely not what Atsushi thought was going to happen… “BWHAHA WAHAHAIT!! KUHUNIKIHIDA PLEAHASE-“

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minutes later, laughter all over the room. “That should teach you!” Kunikida brushed his hand, getting off Dazai’s giggly body. “Atsushi.” Kunikida broke his stare, “Ah! Hm? Y-Yes?” He turned his head to the blonde, slightly still looking at Dazai.. “Get that Bandage Freak some water.” Kunikida leaves the room. “Right…”

hope you liked it lol ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

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Dazai's Troublesome Day || BSD Tk Fic

Summary: Akutagawa and Atsushi finds out their mentor is ticklish.

A/N: This fic was extremely fun to do!! Thanks to Sakura and Rando for having all these fun headcannons, I've grown in my inspiration to write alot more!! Love you dorks!!

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"GWAH!? DAZAI!" Atsushi shook his mentor, after he'd been trampled on repeatedly, Akutagawa had watched with large owl eye's, not sure in what to do. Dazai had faintly grabbed Atsushi's hand after face planting into the ground and smiled, "I can finally die!" He spoke, making both Atsushi and Akutagawa stare at him, knowing full well he wouldn't.

Dazai then place his face back down, not daring to budge, he was rather stubborn about it, a fake pout on his face that no one could see. Yet he didn't expect Akutagawa to kneel down beside him and start to poke the back of his left hand ribs, making him hide his growing smile against his sleeves.

"Poke poke poke poke.." He said at each poke, Atsushi sweating, "Akutagawa-san, I don't think that's helping.." He said, slightly amused, stiffling a laugh as Akutagawa replied with a confused 'poke poke?'

"Akutaga- wait." He said, listening as he got closer, trying to hear it clearly. "Continue." He said, Akutagawa rolling his eye's as he poked more, Atsushi's smile turning into a wide grin. "Good job, Akutagawa-sa-" "Shut it, Jinko." He gave him a death stare, making the weretiger shiver. "O-Okay then!"

Akutagawa continued, before noticing why Atsushi seemed so smug, Dazai was now shaking his head, his legs daring to twitch at a weak attempt to kick the ground, in hopes it would distract him from laughing. Akutagawa summed them up, before his small, innocent pokes now turned into scribbling, as he squeezed and prodded at their mentors ribs, elicting a snort from the other, his entire body jerking from the newer sensation.

"Oh? Jinko, help me." Akutagawa said, this being a rare time to cooperate with the weretiger, for something so silly. Atsushi's eye's lit up, as joy filled him now, enthusiastically scribbling under Dazai's arm, making him throw his arm's down defensively, turning his face towards them to show how flustered he was. "Ehehe! W-Why so tohohouchy, ahahay?" He tried to tease them, making the two state plainly, as they exchanged looks, smirking down at him. "Is Dazai-san ticklish?" Atsushi asked with a smug tone, making his eye's widden, growing a slight bit more red.

"A-Ahahatsushi! Akutahaga-WA!? AGH!?" He arched, Atsushi was surprised to hear him suddenly grow so desperate, until he looked, chuckling when he found Akutagawa sitting on his lower back, focusing on tickling deep circles at their mentor's hip's, making him snort out loud. "D-Deheath by tickling wahahasn't my plahahan but hehere we are!" He joked, snorting once again when Atsushi turned his arm's into his weretiger form, using the soft pads of the tiger to massage deep ticklish circles into his lower ribs, making him wiggle like a worm out of the earth below.

"BWAH!? EEK! WAHAIT! THAHAY WAS UNEXPEHECTED!" He slammed his fist on the ground desperately, making the two stop, the two got up and bowed apologetically, feeling bad for doing this to someone they looked up to, instead, Dazai placed his hands on their shoulder's, squeezing them reassuringly. "That's.. quite alright." He heaved, giggles still spilling out for a few more, before he grinned at them. "But you definitely could've done better." He shrugged, sighing, "What a shame.." He feigned sadness, before yelping as he felt his wrists be held above his head by Roshomon, the two smirking widely. "You could've just asked if you wanted more." Akutagawa spoke, a evil glint in his eye's.

Needless to say, it's safe to say Dazai hasn't learned any lesson today, as usual.

[intheticklecloset]

Liar (Bungo Stray Dogs)

One Shot

Summary: At a celebratory tea party, Dazai lets slip that Akutagawa has a favorite spot to be tickled. Of course, his new boyfriend Atsushi simply MUST know what it is!

Word Count: 2233

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“Oh, Atsushi~” Dazai sang as he set a plate of cookies on the table between them. “You know your new boyfriend is super ticklish, right?”

Akutagawa promptly choked on his tea. Atsushi laughed.

“Yeah, I know, Dazai,” the weretiger replied through a huge smile as he slapped Akutagawa’s back, trying to help.

Akutagawa, for his part, couldn’t care less if every other word he spoke came out strangled thanks to the droplets of tea still trying to slip down his windpipe. He snapped, “And what exactly was your goal in asking that? If he hadn’t known, you’d have just outed me!”

Dazai plopped down on the cushion across from them both and smiled. “Oh, that was the whole point, Akutagawa. If he didn’t know, I was going to make sure he definitely did by the end of today.”

The mafioso flushed, and Atsushi continued to smile at him.

The three of them were having tea at Dazai’s place; the detective had been so excited that they had finally made it official that he insisted on throwing a small party for them. Though Akutagawa had thought the whole thing ridiculous – and now, perhaps dangerous for him – Atsushi had found it endearing and had insisted they do it.

“Besides,” the brunette continued, “what’s the point of having a boyfriend if you can’t have a little tickle fight once in a while?”

Atsushi finally turned that smile on their host. “Speaking from experience?”

Dazai sighed dramatically. “I wish. Chuuya is cute but he can’t take a hint.”

Chuuya and Dazai had made it official a couple of months earlier, and to be honest, their getting together was what spurred Akutagawa to finally ask Atsushi out. After all, if their bosses could do it, why couldn’t they?

The detective leaned in conspiratorially. “Have you found his fluff spot yet?”

Akutagawa decided not to dare and reach for a cookie after all. He glared at Dazai instead. Atsushi looked intrigued, and that wasn’t good. That was never good.

“Fluff spot?” the weretiger asked, taking a cookie himself with no hesitation. “You mean his worst spot? I think so. It’s his ribs, isn’t it?”

Stop talking about me like I’m not here! Akutagawa wanted to yell, but he pressed his lips together firmly, blushing harder when Dazai shot him a look that told him he was in deep trouble.

“Sure, his ribs are his most ticklish spot, but I’m talking about the spot that he loves having tickled.”

Atsushi spun to his boyfriend. “You have a spot you love getting tickled? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I don’t,” Aku shot back, though a sharp jolt of…something shot through his entire nervous system in response to the way his partner was looking at him now. Anxiety? Excitement? The desire to leap out the window and run far away from here before anyone got any ideas?

Dazai tsked. “Liar.”

That one word made the mafioso shudder in his seat. He knew that tone. How many times had he been tickled near to tears after hearing that tone? He shot his gaze over to Atsushi, who looked like a puppy who’d discovered a new squeaky toy.

“Don’t,” Aku said, throwing his pride out the window. “He’s crazy – how would he know if I had a spot like that? Which I don’t!” He shuffled slightly away from the weretiger. “He’s just trying to get you riled up for nothing. You’re the one who wanted to be here; my tea will get cold, and that would be a waste. And rude.”

Atsushi beamed from ear to ear and leaned over so their noses were nearly touching. “That’s a lot of words, Akutagawa. Are you sure you’re not the one getting riled up?”

“Why would I—?!” Akutagawa cut himself off, deciding to switch tactics. He closed the short distance between them with a long kiss, hoping that would deter Atsushi’s train of thought. It worked well enough at home.

Not here, though, apparently. Atsushi hummed happily after pulling away, then – still making eye contact with his partner – asked, “Where’s the spot, Dazai?”

Akutagawa’s eyes widened in surprise, and a little bit of panic.

Dazai started to reply, but in a blind frenzy, Akutagawa shouted, “Don’t you dare say another word, Dazai!” And then he latched onto Atsushi’s sides and dug in desperately.

“Aiiieeeee!” Atsushi squealed, bursting into giggles. He tried squirming away but Aku kept up with him easily, tackling him to the floor, tickling all the way.

The detective sighed again, this time in a dreamy way, and propped his hand in his chin as he watched them struggle. “Ah, young love.”

“Ehehehehehehehe! Quihihihihick, tehehehehehell me, Dazai!”

“Not a word!” Aku yelled, switching to his boyfriend’s tummy, a small part of him melting at the sound of his favorite person’s happy giggles while the larger part focused on distracting him however he needed to.

“You know I can’t take sides, children~”

Atsushi threw his head back with laughter and pleaded, “FIHIHIHIHINE, DON’T TEHEHEHEHELL ME!!” And for a moment Akutagawa thought he’d won, but then: “SHOHOHOHOW ME INSTEHEHEHEHEAD!!”

Shit.

Akutagawa jerked his head over to look at Dazai, who was getting to his feet, and something inside him started to crumble. “No!”

Dazai rounded the table quickly, coming up behind Akutagawa.

“No! Rashomon!”

The jet black tendrils of his coat lashed out at Dazai, and even before they reached him the mafioso knew it was useless. Thinking fast, he leapt to his feet, leaving his giggling boyfriend behind as he sprinted for the aforementioned window, fully intending to actually jump out of it now and make his escape.

But Dazai was fast, and he grabbed onto his former protégé with ease, dragging him back by the collar of his coat, effectively keeping him from using his ability anymore.

Akutagawa’s mind went blank. It wasn’t panic – although he was definitely nervous. It was one thing to have Atsushi tickle him in the privacy of their apartment or for Dazai to do it now and then just for fun, but both of them? At the same time? Working together?

He was screwed.

“Wait,” he cried as he was tossed onto his back on the ground just as Atsushi was getting up to his knees. Dazai pulled his arms above him and pinned his wrists to the floor, winking at him playfully. “No! Don’t touch me!” Atsushi plopped himself comfortably across Aku’s hips. “I swear, weretiger, I will make you pay for this—!”

“Oh, so we’re back to ‘weretiger’ now?” Atsushi teased, cracking his knuckles and wiggling his fingers just above his boyfriend’s torso, smiling when he jumped and let out a tiny noise that was somewhere between a squeak and a whine. Atsushi gave him a knowing smile. “The spot, Dazai?”

Dazai chuckled, settling in as if to watch a good show. “Oh, you’ll know it when you get to it. He can’t hide how much he loves it to save his life.”

Akutagawa was going to murder them both.

Atsushi jabbed two fingers into either side of Aku’s ribs and started walking them upwards in a teasing way, beaming at his boyfriend’s helpless smile, the way he bit his lip to keep from laughing. “How about it, Ryu? Feel like telling me yourself?”

“Never,” Akutagawa spat shakily, his voice wavering as he fought off his mirth. “Do your worst.”

Well, that was a mistake.

“Agh! Shihihihihit, Atsushihihihihihi!” Akutagawa burst into giggles the instant the taunt left his lips, his arms shaking in Dazai’s hold while Atsushi scribbled freely around his ribs and sides.

Dazai chuckled behind him. “Still holding on to the tough guy act, huh? Even though all three of us know you enjoy this?”

“Ahahahahahaha I do nohohohohohohot! Stohohohohop with your lihihihihihies!”

Atsushi clicked his tongue. “Lies? You’re the only liar here, Ryu.” He climbed up to his topmost ribs and vibrated his fingers. “You’ve had a favorite spot all this time and you didn’t tell me? I’m hurt. I could have been focusing on it for you all this time.”

Akutagawa shook his head defiantly. “I dohohohohohohon’t! He’s lyihihihihihihing!”

“You going to tell me you don’t like being tickled, too?”

“I swehehehehehear I dohohohohohohon’t!” Aku bucked his hips when his boyfriend suddenly shot back down to his bottom ribs – the worst ones. “GAHAHAHAHA Ahahahahahatsushi!!”

Atsushi shifted so he was looming above Akutagawa, leaning closer to him with a smirk. “You don’t? Not even when I do this?” He glanced up at Dazai. “Avert your eyes.”

Dazai scoffed playfully. “Please. We’re all adults here.”

Atsushi nestled his face into the crook of Aku’s neck and started nibbling gently, all while continuing to wiggle his fingers into the older man’s ribs.

Akutagawa’s eyes flew wide open. “Ah! Ahahaha, no! Nohohohoho, not that! Atsushi, stahahahahap!” He squirmed and pulled at his trapped wrists and started laughing in earnest, his resolve breaking with every tickle. “Shihihihihihit!”

“Language,” Dazai admonished teasingly, and suddenly Akutagawa felt fingers in his armpits, too, making him snort and begin to really writhe and cackle. It took him a moment to realize that his former boss had joined in on the fun. That he was being tickled by both of his favorite people at the same time.

“Ehehehehehehehe stahahahahahap! Bohohohohohoth of you, cehehehehehease this at ohohohonce!”

Atsushi murmured into his ear, “Gonna tell me now?”

“Never!”

“Okay.” The younger man sat up again, smiling wide with eyes gleaming, clearly enjoying this guessing game. He scooted back so he was kneeling above Akutagawa’s flailing legs and slid his tickling fingers down to his boyfriend’s sides.

Akutagawa’s laughter died down a notch once the focus on one of his hot spots let up, though he still giggled and squirmed and shook his head and spat out demands for them both to cut it out already, to let him go, that he didn’t have a favorite spot, goddammit!

But then Atsushi moved to his waist, and Aku’s breath hitched, and Dazai hummed knowingly. “Getting warmer, Atsushi~”

“Shuhuhuhuhuhut up!” Akutagawa’s voice was more pleading than demanding now, and even though his heart was already racing from all the exercise, he swore he felt it begin to pick up even more speed.

“Oh? Is it here, Ryu?” Atsushi teased, still tickling his waist.

“I’ll nehehehehever tell—” Akutagawa started, cutting himself off as he began to cough, feeling a fit coming on right in the middle of all the play. He shot a worried glance up at his boyfriend, but both he and Dazai had already stopped tickling, allowing him to get it out of his system and catch his breath.

Dammit, Akutagawa thought, taking deep breaths to regain his composure.

It took him a moment to realize Atsushi and Dazai hadn’t restarted their tickle attack yet.

“I’m…I’m okay,” he muttered, shifting a little, feeling embarrassed and silly.

“Do we need to stop?” Atsushi asked, genuine concern in his voice.

No—

Dazai let go of his wrists. “Your health is more important than showing off how much you love being tickled.” He started to get to his feet. “I’ll get you some more tea.”

“Wait!” Akutagawa cried, the word escaping him before he could stop himself.

All movement stopped. The silence in the room was unbearable. Akutagawa battled himself, trying to figure out what to say next.

Atsushi’s fingers brushed his cheek, drawing their eyes together. “What do you want, Ryu?”

And that, right there, was Aku’s undoing. Those eyes – those sweet, gentle, kind eyes that had never looked at him with anything but respect even when they were trying to kill each other. Those eyes and that voice and the quiet, genuine question were what finally broke him.

He squeezed his eyes shut.

“Keep…keep going,” he said, just above a whisper. “Please. Don’t stop now. I want…” Akutagawa used his freed hands to his advantage and covered his face. “I want more.”

Silence. Again.

Then a soft grip around his wrists, pulling them away so he had no choice but to look up at his boyfriend’s smile. “You do have one. A favorite spot.”

“Yes.” Akutagawa was done fighting, done pretending. He glanced over at Dazai, then back at Atsushi, pleading with his eyes. Imploring. Don’t make me beg for it.

Atsushi beamed, tickling his waist again, seeming pleased at the way his partner immediately dissolved into giggles so freely, almost eagerly.

“I was getting warmer, was I?”

“Yehehehehes!”

“Then…” Atsushi finally latched onto his hips. “Is it here?”

Akutagawa couldn’t even reply. His hands flew down to grab Atsushi’s forearms while his head tipped back and laughter – pure, unfiltered, belly laughter – poured out of him like a dam bursting, his smile wide and his cheeks red and unable to hide how much he loved this feeling. Unable to deny it even if he wanted to.

But he didn’t, he realized. He wanted Atsushi to know he loved this. So he could be tickled here more and more in the future, in tandem with the spots that made him scream and Atsushi smile like the sun.

“You were right, Dazai. I see it now,” Atsushi said over Akutagawa’s laughter.

Dazai’s grin was evident in his voice. “Look at that smile! You love it, don’t you, Akutagawa?”

The mafia part of him wanted to scream, shut up!

But the real part of him – the part of him only these two could see – instead screamed, “YEHEHEHEHEHEHES!!”

[italeean]

(Un)welcomed intruder

Hiiii how are you all doing? Today it's the birthday of @mai-mei and @wertzunge and I decided to make a little something ^_^✨️ I hope you had an amazing birthday and that you'll enjoy our gift, Mei 💚🤍❤️

Dazai sighed as he opened the door to his apartment, not even bothering to put out his key, who needed locked doors anyways. "Ahh maybe a burglar had sneaked in, that would be exciting," he mumbled as he slipped out of his shoes and walked further into the dark room. The brunette was welcomed by silence when he heard a sudden sound behind him.

He barely had time to dodge a kick that was coming for him from behind, and when he turned around, he found a fuming redhead glaring at him. "HOW STUPID CAN YOU BE?!! YOU'RE A MAFIA AND YOU LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN?!! IF I WERE ORDERED TO GET RID OF YOU, YOU WOULD'VE BEEN KILLED A THOUSAND TIMES ALREADY!!!" Chuuya yelled before letting out a long string of cursing, so long and with so many colorful words that even the rudest and worst-mannered man on Earth would've been impressed. Dazai could see the smoke coming from his ears... that guy really had every intention of killing him (or at least give him the beating of a lifetime).

Dazai just grinned at the smaller teen, easily evading the kick that was aimed at him. He was already used to his short temper and his "nice" way of showing his... well let's call it affection for other's, it only made him more adorable and easier to tease. "Chuuuuya~ It's also nice to see you too~" He walked over to him and petted his shoulder a few times as he continued to speak. "Ahh yiu know, it really makes me happy that you care so much about me... you love me after all... *sigh* It's a shame you wouldn't kill try killing me though," he said the last part more to himself, ignoring the daggers that were starred at him.

"IF YOU KEEP TESTING MY PATIENCE, I'LL CONSIDER KILLING YOU FOR REAL!!!" The 15-year-old yelled as he touched a book and sent it flying towards his frie- I mean, mafia partner. "AND SERIOUSLY, HOW CAN SOMEONE BE SUCH A DUMBASS THAT THEY LEAVE THE DOOR OF THEIR OWN HOUSE OPEN?!!" He kept yelling in a fit of rage and threw three more books at his business partner, "WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE WORKING AT?! A FUCKING FLOWER SHOP?!!"

"You would? You really would?!" Dazai asked with sparkling eyes, skillfully moving from left to right as his "bullets" missed its target by mere centimetres, giggling playfully. That kid really needed to relax some more - a teen shouldn't act like this nor have these thoughts. "Well, I now have a partner who will look after me, besides..." he was suddenly behind him "...you should worry about yourself more Chuuya. Looking after your friends is great and all but being angry doesn't help anyone. Hehe why don’t you try smiling for me~" he teased and squeezed his lower sides, hoping to get a reaction from him.

The frustration that the redhead was feeling from not being able to hit Dazai even once was suddenly replaced with another kind of sensation. "HAAAAHH?!! WHAT THE- hehe... WHAT THE FUhuhUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Chuuya eventually managed to suppress his laughter and with a huge jump, helped by his zero gravity ability, he landed on the other side of the room, although he was still busy rubbing his sides with vigor in the spots where Dazai had touched him, trying to get rid of the tingly feeling.

He knew it. Dazai knew it... as if a kid like him wasn't sensitive. That would be funny and exciting enough to kill some time and maybe even bond with the little gremlin. Chuuya rarely showed so many emotional outbursts with anyone but him which told him that he really felt comfortable around him or (which was more likely) that he just found him annoying. Now there was only one way to find out, right. He wiggled his hands at him as he tried to approach him again. "Ohh... don't tell me you're actually ticklish Chuuya~ ...Heeey, don't look at me like that. YOU still haven't laugh yet, act a bit more your age and let me tickle~" he said, walking closer.

For the first time in forever, the shorter guy found himself backing off from someone... and that someone was one of the people he lov- I mean, loathed, the most. "DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!!!" He yelled while sending more and more objects flying in his direction, "I'M GONNA KILL YOU FOR REAL, I MEAN IT!!!" He shouted, but a keen ear could've heard an unusual shake in his loud voice, and an observant eye could've realized that the corner of his lips where slightly, almost unnoticeably, turned upwards.

Dazai's smile only grew wider. He wasn’t stupid after all and already knew his dear partner's quirks, all of them. "Do you plan to demolish the entire room- woHa that almost got me." He ducked as a vase flew over his head, breaking into dozen pieces when it hit the wall behind him. He looked at it and back at the other who had already grabbed the next item to through at him. "I really liked that one *sigh* You truely are a bad kid, trying to "kill" me in my own house... and you know what happens with bad kids, right?" Dazai asked, using the moment of confusion to take a few steps closer to his target. "They're taught a lesson~"

"I'M GONNA DEMOLISH MORE THAN THIS ROOM IF YOU DON'T CUT THIS CRAP!!!" Chuuya yelled, still throwing anything he could put his hands on towards the brunette. "AND I'M NOT A KID!! I COULD KILL YOU EVEN RIGHT NOW IF I REALLY WANTED TO" If he hadn't been so focused on yelling at top of his lungs, he would've probably noticed that his partner was slowly cornering him...

"Then why are you acting like one~ Chuuya-kyun," Dazai giggled as he finally reached the little screamer. "You're saying all this but in the end... you won't do it~ Hehe and uuuup we go~" he teased, easily lifting him over his shoulder, ignoring his curses and hits as he carried him to the couch.

"I'M ACTING LIKE A WHA- AAAHH WHAT THE HELL?!! PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!!!" Chuuya yelled and let out the longest stream of curses Dazai had ever heard. He also tried to hit the taller guy's back, but to no avail. He didn't budge, as if he wasn't even feeling the strong punches he was receiving. As a last resort, he tried to use his ability, but he realized that Dazai was already using his own on him, that bastard...

Chuuya squirmed, Chuuya cursed, Chuuya kicked and slapped, but in the end not even his ability could save him from what was about to happen. Dazai - having reached his destination - threw him on the soft cushions and immideatily put his feet in an leglock, sitting at the armrest and making himself comfy. "Didn’t you say something about killing me and look where we are now~" he teased, looking down at the angry kid with a smile before his gaze went to his wiggling feet. "Well, at least you had the decency to take off your shoes before breaking into my home, maybe you aren't such a delinquent after all~" he continued, before he slid his fingers slowly over his socked soles, testing the waters.

As much as the shorter guy tried to kick and squirm away, his partner's grip was too strong. He tried to sit up and reach him with his hands, but he couldn't do that either. It was so irritating how smug Dazai was about the whole situation, it made Chuuya want to punch him... well, more than usual. "YEAH, I KNOW HOW TO BE A DECENT GUEST, BUT YOU'RE A SHITTY HO- AAAHH WHAT THE FUCK!?" The sudden tingly feeling made him fall backwards, but he managed to throw a pillow at the brunette and hit him right in the head.

"I am what, Chuuya? I'm a 'shitty' what? You know for some- owww!" he fake-whined, pouting a bit when he heard a faint chuckle from the redhead. Though, Dazai wasn't someone who let that stand without any consequences, not that he had planned to stop anyways, Chuuya really needed to learn how to let go for once and with that he just gave him the oppertunity to do so. "Oho seems like you're up for some real trouble now, Mr. Decent Guest~" the brunette mocked as his hands found their way to his heels, wiggling over it and drawing little circles around it.

The shorter guy looked at his partner with a smug, Cheshire Cat-like smile, happy that he had finally managed to hit him. "I said that you're a shitty host!!! Now you better let me g- ACK! HEHEY CUT IT OUHUHUT!!!" His squirming and struggling intensified again, trying to get out of that predicament. But everything was useless, and judging from Dazai's ominous smirk, he was about to regret hitting him.

His laughter was music to Dazai's ears and even though it was kinda forced, it fit his age so much more. "What's wrong Chuuya, can't deal with a little tickle? I thought you were strong? Was I wrong?" he mocked, making sure the other had heared each and every of his words. He skillfully scrached around the edges and then - out of nowhere - decided to tickle under his toes, not giving him the chance to get used to it. "Awww~ Are those little feet of yours sensitive? Coochie coochie goo~"

"SHUHUHUHUT YOHOHOHOUR STUPIHIHID MOHOUTH AHAHAHAND CUHUT THIHIS CRAHAHAHAHAP!!!" The redhead was still struggling in vain, but when Dazai touched his toes, he let out a scream that not even he knew he was able to make. "GAHAHAHAHAHAHA IHI SAHAHAHAID CUHUHUT. IHIHIT. OHOHOUT!!!" In that moment, his left foot actually managed to get out of the brunette's iron grip! Now he only had to free the other one without him catching his free foot again.

Even Dazai was surprised by his strong reaction and you can trust me that him getting caught off guard for once didn’t happen often. Not wanting to get kicked and too lazy to grab his free leg again, he just slid down and straddled his lower body. "You don't need to scream Little Chuuya, might scaring the neigbors. Not my fault that you're so sensitive, having such a cuuuute weakness." He rubbed his hands together, warming them up a bit. "Let's find out if that was your worst spot or not~" he giggled and wiggled his hands down and over his sides, squeezing and kneading up and down his flanks, continuing his exploration from before.

The shorter guy was genuinely amazed by how strong Dazai was, but he would never EVER tell him, not even indirectly. He usually didn't like being overpowered, but it was almost nice when it was his partner... as much as he hated to admit it, they had developed quite the bond over the time... but that wasn't important in that moment. "YOU ASSHOLE!!! DON'T YOU DAR- EEEEEEHH" He started bucking like a fish as soon as he felt those fingers on his sides. "STAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIT!!!"

"But you are laughing... so why should I stop when you seem to like it so much," the brunette teased, enjoying this waaay too much. The redhead was bucking like a wild horse but with Dazai sitting on top of him he had no way of getting free (if he really wanted to anyways). "Besides, you broke into my home, so see it as a punishment for being a bad boy, hehe~" he giggled and poked him in-between his ribs, giggling how his body trembled whenever he did.

"IHIHI WOHOULDN'T HAHAHAHAVE GOTTEHEHEHEN IHIHIN IHIHIHIF YOHOHOU WEHEHEHEREHEHEN'T SUHUHUHUCH AHAHA DUHUHUMBAHASS!!! WHOHO LEAHAHAVES THEIHIHIR DOOHOHOR OPEHEHEN THEHEHESE DAHAHAHAYS?!" Chuuya wanted to ask Dazai if he had a death wish, but he probably already knew the answer, which would've angered him even more. And getting even angrier at his colleague wasn't a priority in that moment, he had to focus on freeing himself from that situation. He tried everything, from grabbing his hands to knocking the obnoxious brunette off... he even tried to make him float again, but apparently Dazai was still using his own ability on him. However, after a while, one of Chuuya strategies actually succeeded! He managed to hit his partner in the very middle of his back with his knee, and given the face the taller guy made, he didn't exactly appreciate it...

The brunette found it almost hilarious how the teen still cursed him in almost every sentence he managed to blurt out, no even thinking of admitting defeat. But that's what he liked so much about the other. His unbreakable stamina and conviction. "You really need to learn how to respect your superiors, Chuuya-kyun~ Otherwise you might get in serious trouble~" he lectured, still managing to suppress the other's attempts of escaping. Though, at some point, the redhead still managed somehow to hit him in the back, causing the other to collapse, loosing balance as he fell forward, right on top of him. "...and that's why, yo- aHh, yohu... waHhH!" Dazai couldn't react in time and closed his, ready for the impact, only to taste something soft mere seconds later.

Chuuya was ready for everything... he was ready to counterattack, and he obviously had considered the chance of getting wrecked even more mercilessly in case his idea hadn't worked... but he wasn't absolutely ready for this. "SEHERVES YOU RIHIGHT FOR BEING SUCH A PIECE O- HMPH!" It's all he managed to say before his words got cut off. His eyes shoot open and when he did, they were only inches away from the other's. Brown eyes starring at him with a shocked expression. They remained like this for a few seconds before the brunette got up, touching his lips. "That- That was your own fault... y-you kicked me, so it was bout to happen," he told the other, actually feeling bad now for probably stealing his first one.

"Well... IT WAS CLEARLY YOUR FAULT FOR NOT BEING EVEN ABLE TO KEEP YOUR FUCKING BALANCE!!!" Chuuya yelled, his face even redder than his hair... but at the same time, he wasn't pushing Dazai off even if he had the chance now... it seemed like he wanted that little moment to last just a while longer, and not long enough to let his partner connect the dots.

Dazai held his heart theatrical as three imaginary stones hit his head. Seems like Chuuya was fine after all. "Ahh! Your're so mean Chuuya~" he fake-whined, before grinning again. "Hehe and yet you care so much about me~ Going so far as to check if my door is locked and even let me tickle you~" he teased, knowing he had the youngster cornered. "Besides, wouldn't you feel lonely if boss would kick me out Chuuya-kyun~"

"If you were kicked out, I'd get a partner who doesn't leave his GODDAMN DOOR OPEN!!!" The redhead huffed, "Do you have a death wish?!" He asked in a fit of rage, not thinking that he served Dazai the perfect joke.

Dazai pouted at that, squeezing the cocky brat's sides one more time. "I could ask the same about you~ Do you really want another round?" he teased, only to get up, leaving him on the couch. The kid had enough tickle... at least for today.  "Just kidding~ You wanna go out for lunch, my treat of course~" he suggested.

Chuuya was already ready to punch the taller guy, but he relaxed a little when going out for lunch was mentioned, without letting his guard down completely of course. However, a stream of thoughts invaded his mind. Dazai wanted to go out to eat something with him... alone... after what had just happened. Was he going to confess? What did he actually think of the moment they had just shared? Was it even relevant for him? Or was it just a stupid accident? Those inner doubts kept the redhead quiet for a couple of minutes before he managed to stutter the dumbest question in the universe, at least according to him. "W-what are we going out as, you idiot..?"

The brunette had watched the other's inner conflict with an amused expression as the minutes ticked by and Dazai couldn't help but giggle when he heard Chuuya's honest question. He had always been quite fond of him and this accident, the feeling of his lips, made clear what these emotions he had felt were about: Love. Grinning with a blush, he grabbed one of his hands and tenderly kissed the back of it. "Does this answer your question~ ...We're going as a pair, just you... and me~" His eyes locked with the other and Dazai knew that this was the start of something truely special.

[corrupted-bandages]

:poke poke poke: :>

S-Stop that!

[hardcoffeegardener]

"" Fandom: BSD/Bungo Stray Dogs Characters: Chuuya and Dazai sfw tkling warning for swearing small silly drabble <33

"Dazai- what are you-" Chuuya's words were cut off as he felt his sides being squeezed and poked at. He practically shrieked, before breaking into giggles. "Dazai! No-!" "Dazai Y E S-" Dazai had kept tickling around the others sides, before suddenly moving the attack to his stomach, resulting in Chuuya actually full on squealing. "DAZAI- fuck- not theree-!" He laughed. And despite his protests he was barely trying to escape. "Aww, does the big scary Port Mafia executive not mind this?" "Shut upp!" "Awww-!" After a bit he'd finally stopped, Chuuya mumbling things under his breathe along the lines of "Stupid mackerel- assuming I like being tickled or something like that-"

[aticklishpercivalwriter]

This was awesome! Love how Akutagawa joined in on the fun and got the attention he wanted like Atsushi!

Carefree Laughter

Summary: Dazai instigates some shenanigans with Atsushi and Akutagawa the night before their big mission. Sometimes, it’s nice to just let loose and laugh

CW: Tickling (don’t like, don’t read)

A/N: I changed this prompt so many times throughout the past few months😅hope it’s good!

Despite this little “hang out”, Dazai’s real intention was to take Atsushi and Akutagawa on a week long mission, hoping their partnership would become more cooperative as they investigated this new case.

The two at first were against it, adamant that they didn’t need to do the mission. The one thing those two had in common despite being polar opposites was the fact that they both were stubborn.

However, both Mori and Fukuzawa approved Dazai’s request to take them on the mission, stamping a paper to prove the notion to the two. It now was a mandatory mission that would pay them extra and they couldn’t say no to a bit of money and Dazai, especially if he somehow convinced the bosses of each organization to agree.

Knowing the two would be at each other’s throats for most of the mission, Dazai’s first order of business was allowing them to hopefully relax around one another. His hope was to shake things loose and let them get comfortable around one another. He took them out to dinner, actually paying for the meal, took them to get ice cream and then headed back to his place for a “sleepover” but Akutagawa and Atsushi both thought it was Dazai’s method of forcing them to be together.

The two were tense, oh so tense as they all sat in Dazai’s living room, watching whatever shitty drama was on TV. Atsushi was pressed against Dazai’s side as Akutagawa glared at them. It was clear by how fidgety Atsushi was that he was nervous and Akutagawa was as well, albeit a bit more reserved and…angry looking.

Deciding it was time to instigate a little bit of chaos, Dazai turned to Atsushi whose eyes were glued on the TV. He then caused Atsushi to squeal and curled up on the couch, giggling as Dazai started shaking his shoulders violently.

He then grabbed Akutagawa and did the same, the Port Mafia executive letting out a squeak of shock as Dazai stood over him. Akutagawa didn’t laugh like Atsushi did, but was stunned into just staring at Dazai with big, confused eyes.

“Akutagawa kun, I suggest that you and Atsushi kun run as fast as you can from me.~” Dazai sang, the raven haired man’s eyes widening significantly as he watched Atsushi take off running towards the nearest room.

Footsteps thundered throughout the small living quarters, Dazai chasing Atsushi and Akutagawa. Every room they ran into, they left a few seconds later, Dazai only missing them or getting hit by pillows and shoved out of the way to allow the anticipation to grow.

Atsushi was very happy whenever Dazai instigated a playful chase or other silly shenanigans like assisting him in pranks around the office. However, Akutagawa clearly wasn’t used to any of this and a bit confused and slightly scared. To him, this could mean another training session.

Atsushi was the one who told him to just follow him and run. So Akutagawa did, running behind Atsushi and following the weretiger’s every move to create distance from their mentor.

“Akutagawa kun, do you know what will happen when I catch you?” Dazai asked, shifting his weight between both feet as he had a stare down with the two from across the kitchen table.

“Why would I?” Akutagawa asked, taking the break to catch his breath. “You’ve never acted like this with me before!”

“True.” Dazai said, shrugging. “Eh. Atsushi kun, wanna tell him what will happen?~”

Atsushi squealed as Dazai lunged at him, throwing himself over the table. “He’s going to tickle you if he catches you! Run while you can!!”

Shaking his head as Dazai fell off of the table and landed with a thud onto the floor, Akutagawa let out a cough and watched as Atsushi ran around, laughing and shrieking like a child.

“What a foolish person that weretiger is.” he thought, totally not in awe of how Atsushi’s smile and light, airy giggles made his cheeks warm slightly. “There’s never time for such antics. Not in the Port Mafia at least.”

Akutagawa closed his eyes for a split second to shake the thoughts off and opened them as quickly as possible when he heard Atsushi scream. As his eyes fell on Atsushi who had collapsed to the floor, he saw Dazai dragging the weretiger by his ankles over to the futon that lay in the center of the room.

“I’ve got the weretiger!!” Dazai cheered, lifting Atsushi up by the hips and swinging him around.

“DAZAI SAN!! PUT ME DOWN!!” Atsushi shrieked, finally getting placed gently onto the futon he set up in the middle of the room.

“And now you’re getting tickled!!” Dazai growled, raising his hands up and laughing as Atsushi screamed. “I haven’t even touched you yet!”

As Akutagawa observed the scene before him, Atsushi burst into hysterical giggles as Dazai sat on his waist, wiggling his fingers inches from his ticklish spots. When those ten wiggling fingers dropped down, the screams crescendoed, Atsushi now kicking his feet out wildly and rolling around as much as he could as Dazai squeezed a spot Akutagawa couldn’t see.

“There we go! Now you’re really laughing, Atsushi kun.~” Dazai cooed, laughing along as Atsushi weakly pushed his hands away.

It was rare to see Atsushi like this let alone hear him laughing so hard but it was…oddly sweet to hear. Akutagawa felt his cheeks heat up as he stood there, watching the scene before him, Dazai suddenly getting off Atsushi and grabbing the detective by the ankle when he kicked his back.

“OUCH! Are you kicking me?!~” Dazai asked, lying on top of Atsushi and wrestling with his legs. “Don’t kick me! That’s not nice!”

“IHIHIT’S YOUR FAHAHAULT! NO! DAZAI SAN NOT THERE!!” Atsushi shrieked, slapping Dazai’s shoulders with his hands. “AAIYYEEE NOT MY KNEES AHAHAHA!! HEHEHELP!! AKUTAGAWA! HEHEHELP ME PLEHEHEASE!!”

“Jeez! So sassy!” Dazai scoffed, continuing to squeeze the life out of poor Atsushi’s knees. “You gonna help him, Aku kun?~”

Unsure of how to react, Akutagawa stared at Dazai with big, pleading eyes, begging the man to tell him what to do. Dazai kept tickling Atsushi but gave him a nod, signaling that it was okay to have a little bit of fun.

Sighing, Akutagawa decided to jump in, attempting to attack Dazai only to suddenly get grabbed and pinned to the futon besides a laughing Atsushi. Gasping as he stared up at Dazai, Akutagawa let out a grunt and cupped his mouth, realizing Dazai was now trying to tickle his ribs.

“NNGGH!!” Akutagawa squeezed his eyes shut and pursed his lips, his arms tightly pressed against his sides as Dazai gently poked up and down his ribs.

“Trying to help your comrade?” Dazai asked, putting in more of an effort to break Akutagawa. “I applaud you, Aku kun. You’ve become more of a team player! I’m proud of you! However, now you must suffer the same fate as your partner!~”

Dazai’s fingers found a rather ticklish spot at Akutagawa’s highest ribs. Flailing about, Akutagawa sputtered. As Dazai continued to poke that spot, Akutagawa let out a cry before he finally broke, giggling like a child, unable to stop himself as Dazai’s fingers kneaded up and down his ribs.

Beside him, Atsushi was also laughing and Akutagawa wanted nothing more than to wipe that smile off Atsushi’s face. That was until he saw Atsushi was laughing with him, not at him. 

Dazai was also tickling him, gently skittering his fingers up and down his ribs. Atsushi also being tickled with Akutagawa made the whole ordeal a lot less humiliating for him. At least now, he could pester Atsushi about this newfound weakness.

The sensations were maddening and almost unbearable as Dazai used both hands to tickle Akutagawa once more. Dazai was now wiggling all his fingers under Akutagawa’s arms, forcing out a scream. Akutagawa couldn’t help but start to plead even if he didn’t really want Dazai to stop tickling him.

“D-Dahahazai sahan!!” he gasped, trying desperately to catch his breathe amidst his laughter as the bandaged man focused all his attention on him. “Dahahazai san plehehease!! Plehehehease sehenpai!! Ahahahaa!! Heheelp me, weheheretiger!”

“I’ll save you, Akutagawa!!��� Atsushi shouted, grabbing Dazai’s sides and squeezing with everything he had. “Take this! And this! And this!!! Go! Free yourself, Akutagawa!!”

Dazai jumped and let out a squeak. As Atsushi squeezed his sides again, he laughed, squirming and trying to slap Atsushi away while keeping the two pinned beneath him. However, Dazai ultimately shoved Atsushi back down after deciding that the weretiger needed more tickles.

“Your bravery is admirable, Atsushi kun!I’m proud of both of you! Saving one another whenever the other is in trouble! thought you could tickle me too?” Dazai exclaimed, pulling Atsushi closer to a giggly Akutagawa. “However, your teamwork isn’t enough to defeat me!~”

“Uhuhuse Rahahashōmohohon!!” Atsushi shrieked, arching his back as Dazai tickled up and down his sides in rapid successions.

“I-Ihihi cahahan’t!!” Akutagawa cried, wheezing loudly as Dazai suddenly tickled his neck. “AAAHH! DAHAHAZAI SAAHAHAHAN!! DAZAI SEHENPAI!! PLEHEHEASE! PLEHEHEASE!!”

“What with all the names you’re calling me?” Dazai asked, feigning innocence as his fingers gently tickled every inch of Akutagawa’s neck. “What’s wrong, Aku kun?~”

“I CAHAHAN’T BREHEHEATHE!!” Akutagawa suddenly began to cough, wheezing as he tried to catch his breath.

Dazai immediately stopped, removing his fingers from Akutagawa’s neck. “Whoa! Oh yeah, I believe you when you say that. Breathe and take a break.“

Receiving a head pat, Akutagawa blushed slightly, unsure if he was surprised or just happy Dazai was giving him attention and treating him like he was treating Atsushi. Hearing the weretiger screaming with laughter, Akutagawa looked over and watched as Dazai held Atsushi’s hands and shirt up.

“NOOOHOHO!! NOT THAT!!” Atsushi howled, trying to free himself. “DOHOHON’T YOU DAHAHARE!!”

Dazai dared to do so and blew as hard as he could onto Atsushi’s belly, the white haired teen dissolving into a fit of laughter so hard he fell silent and squeaked like a mouse when he tried to regain his breathing.

“I love that belly laugh!” Dazai laughed, giving poor Atsushi another raspberry which forced a scream and high pitched cackles to escape. “Oh those giggles! They’re so precious! I’m sure Aku kun wants to hear more of your giggles too!~”

“NOHOHOHO!!! NOOO-AAAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHE DOESN’T!” Atsushi was now red in the face, his face showing nothing but pure happiness. “STOP DAHAHAZAI SAN!! PLEHEHEASE!! I’M GONNA DIHIHIE!!”

“Alright, last one. Is that okay?” Dazai asked, grinning as Atsushi nodded. “Alright, ready?~”

“Y-yehehes…AAAAIIYEEEHEHEHEE!!” Atsushi felt the raspberry but also felt hands on his sides lobster pinching up and down. “NONONONO! AHAHAHA STOP IT!! AHAHA!! STOP!!”

Now unable to laugh audibly, Atsushi waved his hands, signaling to Dazai that he had enough and couldn’t handle anymore tickling. His eyes were watery with tears of mirth, due to laughing himself absolutely silly.

Dazai laughed, ruffling Atsushi’s hair playfully. “You are so ticklish, Atsushi kun!~”

Akutagawa watched as the two shared a laugh and Atsushi earned a hug from Dazai. Feeling his jealousy bubble up, Akutagawa was about to walk away to control his anger when Dazai suddenly pounced on him, lifting his shirt up as much as he could.

“D-Dazai san!!” Akutagawa gasped, smiling nervously as the brunette lifted his shirt up to reveal his tummy. “W-wha…?!?”

“You didn’t think I’d leave you out, right?~” Dazai asked, inhaling loudly and placing his lips onto Akutagawa’s stomach.

“AAAAHAHHAA!!” Akutagawa couldn’t help but burst into laughter as Dazai blew a raspberry. “DAZAHAHAI SAHAHAN!! AHAHAHHA!!”

Now hysterical, Akutagawa kicked his feet out and pushed at Dazai’s shoulders, his cheeks a brighter shade of red than it was when he had watched Atsushi get tickled. Akutagawa curled up as much as he could, Dazai somehow managing to still stay in contact with his tummy.

“You also have a great laugh, Aku kun!~” Dazai teased, digging into Akutagawa’s hips. “Have you been hiding this laugh from me for all these years? It’s so cute! I just wanna hear more!~”

“NOOO!!” Akutagawa whined, cackling as Dazai continued squeezing his hips and giving his belly raspberries. “DAHAHAZAI SAHAHAN!!”

“What?” Dazai teased, skittering his fingers up and down Akutagawa’s sides. “What’s wrong?~”

All Akutagawa did was shake his head.

“Nothing’s wrong?~”

“NOHOHOHO!!”

“Alright, let’s continue then! I wanna hear you really laugh!~”

“NOOOO!! WAIT!! AHAHAHAAA!!”

Raspberry after raspberry was blown, Akutagawa laughing so hard he was unable to speak. After a fourth raspberry, he fell into yet another coughing fit, Dazai helping him sit up and patting his back as he hacked away.

“You okay, Ryuu kun?” Dazai asked, rubbing his back rather comfortingly as he continued coughing. “Oh my! Okay, okay! Relax, I’m done.”

“Y-yehes…” Akutagawa responded, lying back down. “I-I’m okay.”

Dazai smiled and gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze. “Good. Now both of you need to rest. We will be leaving to meet with the client early in the morning, okay?”

“Okay!” the two replied, both saluting Dazai.

“By the way, Aku kun,” Dazai said, looking over his shoulder. “You should smile and laugh around us more often. You have a cute laugh. Wouldn’t you agree, Atsushi kun?~”

As Dazai walked to his room, Akutagawa looked to Atsushi and noticed the young detective blushing profusely. The comment Dazai made flustered Atsushi because yes, Akutagawa had a very sweet laugh which he found so endearing.

Deciding not to say anything that could instigate an argument, Akutagawa held his comments in and just rubbed the back of his neck as Atsushi walked past him to pull a blanket out of his bag. Soon, a comfortable silence fell upon the two as they began to set up their futons, deciding to start calling it a day.

The two actually ended up talking for a bit, their conversation being a normal one between two people who could possibly call one another friends. If their first meeting was under different circumstances, no mafia or ADA affiliations, they’d possibly be great friends right off the bat. Sharing a laugh at their love for cats, sweets and other things, they looked at one another, no hint of malicious intent in their eyes.

Dazai checked on them a few moments later, happy to see them lying on Atsushi’s futon, laughing and talking like friends would. Maybe by the time their mission is finished, they will be best friends…or maybe just cooperative partners he could call at any given time. Either way, Dazai was proud of Atsushi as well as Akutagawa’s progress.

As long as they keep challenging one another, they will surely grow and flourish into the dynamic duo Dazai knew they could be.

[annievrse]

it's nice to have a friend

dazai x reader —ᡣ𐭩 fic summary: a slow morning with dazai turns into being late for work. but do you really care? w/c: 0.9k c/w: dazai puts his head under ur shirt but its not sexual, established relationship, ur shorter than dazai, kunikida slander!! (all jokes <3)

"get out of there," you slur, your brain still waking up. the sun warms your face, and you mentally scold dazai for not closing the blinds last night after you fell asleep.

without opening your eyes, you know where dazai lays his head—it's his favourite place. the head-shaped lump under your shirt moves, and you rub your eyes in preparation to open them against the morning light.

dazai presses kisses against your sternum, leaving goosebumps in his wake. "...no," the sound is muffled, but you hear it perfectly. "comfy."

"osamu," you laugh, vision bleary with sleep when you look down at your chest. tufts of brown hair stick out of the neckline of your shirt and tickle your collarbones. dazai has his arms wrapped around your hips, and his legs tangle with yours under the sheets. "we have to go to work."

his hair brushes against your skin when he shakes his head. his hands lay flat on your back and his fingers dance along your spine. you twist your body in an attempt to get away from his ticklish fingers, but dazai holds you tight.

your whines and giggles soothe his aching chest and messy mind. holding you this close is one thing, but being the reason you laugh so freely makes dazai's supposed rotten heart mellow.

"c'mon," you urge, rubbing his bare back. dazai groans. "i'll bandage you up."

your boyfriend slips his head from under your shirt with red cheeks and a bird's nest for hair. then he leans forward to hover over you, his hair falling into his eyes, and you push it back to reveal his forehead.

"i love you," dazai whispers, leaning into your hand on his cheek. you push up on your elbow and kiss him, swallowing the sounds that escape his mouth.

"i will love you if we get to work on time," you fold your lips between your teeth, gauging his reaction. dazai slaps his hand over his chest and falls to the side, his body bouncing off the mattress softly.

"you're terrible. absolutely despicable. i can't believe you've finessed your way into my bed."

rolling your eyes, you turn onto your side to face him. "'samu."

"hm?"

"this is my bed."

dazai lifts his head from the tangle of blankets. "your bed? we both paid for it with the hard-earned cash we get from being better at our jobs than kunikida."

"get up," you scoff, hiding your smile as you swing your legs over the side of the bed. "and don't slander our coworker so early in the morning."

dazai shrugs and lays back down. a bird sitting on the balcony chirps loudly like your personal alarm telling you to hurry up.

brushing your teeth, you make a mental checklist of your work for the day. paperwork, a trip to the police station to obtain a list of suspects for the case you're working on, more paperwork, and—

hands slide around your waist. dazai presses his cheek against the top of your head and you jump from his sudden appearance.

"why are we awake?"

"work."

"ugh."

after rinsing your mouth and washing your face with a man attached to your back, you turn around to face him. dazai's eyes are closed, his hair flopping lazily over his forehead. you feel a twinge of sadness for your boyfriend and sigh. reaching to his side of the sink for the bandage roll, you stretch it out before his eyes.

your hands move deftly, wrapping the white gauze around his torso with accustomed skill. you peck his chest every once in a while, and work efficiently, almost completely covering his body in under two minutes.

"thank you," dazai says, his voice low. he squeezes your hips in gratitude before allowing you to wrap them too. dazai brings your hand to his lips after linking them together, his eyes on you. you look to the floor bashfully.

"if we're late, it's your fault! let's go! move!" dazai declares, running out of the bathroom. the sudden change in his demeanour does little to shock you, but the switch in blame does.

you laugh and shake your head, hurrying to follow him to the closet. bumping into each other, pulling clothes off hangers and snatching shoes from the shelf, you share kisses between you buttoning up his shirt and him tying your tie—you've always been hopeless at it.

you spend a little longer in the bathroom, and dazai goes to the kitchen to shove snacks into your bag. with your hair finally wrangled and brushing out dazai's hair when he's not paying attention, you're ready for work with 30 seconds to spare.

"new record?"

you nod while fixing your earrings and grab the keys from the dish beside the door. "we totally deserve a prize."

dazai pauses in the doorway, his finger on his cupid's bow. "breakfast before we turn up? surely they don't expect us to be on time."

you check your phone for the time and contemplate your schedule again. wow, are you turning into kunikida?

nodding quickly to forget the thought, you grasp his hand and pull him out the door, the lock automatically flicking closed.

"pancakes, here we come!"

[ticklersfics]

Dazai headcanons!

Lee!dazai -Very big lee like if your tickling him have mercy 😭

-I feel like he has the reputation of a ler but secretly a huge lee

-Probably a unpopular decision but he’s very ticklish on his navel like he literally would scream if you tickle it -He HATES it when the Ler teases him because it makes him blush so much❤️✨

-He probably laughs so much when being tickled he gets hiccups 😭

-I would have to say the first person to find out he ticklish is probably odasaku -like dazai being dazai and annoying odasaku so he just tickles dazai unexpectedly like he does to the orphans when they misbehave😭❤️

-Dazai probably didn’t even know what tickling was back then since yk it’s the port mafia there’s no goofing around

Ler!dazai

-His favourite person to tickle is probably atsushi since it’s so easy to catch him off guard😭

-When he was in the port mafia he tickled chuuya and instantly got punched lmao but he still tickles him a punch won’t stop him

-He isn’t really a huge ler he just has a reputation of being one

-but ohh he definitely teases and usually he not that good at it but sometimes it will make the lee blush a lot!

-he once tried to tickle kunikida but kunikida caught him and I don’t think he would try again 😔

[luvfy0dor]

Soft Touches 'Nd Stuff ♡⁠˖

Warnings; Suggestive, cursing in a/n, I still only write specifically for BSD, my friends suggested characters from other fandoms, so credit to them; @ilovechuuy4 and @yaeeko and others not on tumblr

Description; Sleepy morning affection ;3

Imagine laying in your bed with the sunrise visible through your window, dying the sky a pretty wash of pink, oranges and yellows all blended together. Your boyfriends arms are wrapped around your waist with his head burrowed in the crook of your neck and his chest rising and falling against your back. You mindlessly kept your eyes fixated on the rising sun while you waited for him to wake up, taking deep and steady breaths and basking in the peace and silence. Five minutes passed before you could feel his hand rub from your waist to your thigh and his breath on your neck, making you nearly shiver. "Mm.. goodmorning." He whispered, his voice scratchy from sleep. He momentarily rolled onto his back to stretch, kicking you while he stretched his legs and took on a starfish position. Once he felt physically refreshed, he curled right back up to you and kissed your cheek. "Goodmorning." You reply, reaching back to entangle your hand in his hair. "I had the funniest dream about you, last night.." he whispers with an audible grin, and his hands slide down your tummy to your abdomen. You let out a sigh, feeling his ticklish fingers against your skin. "Yeah? Was it really funny?" You ask, a little skeptical. He laughs under his breath and shakes his head. "Maybe not funny, but definitely fun." He leans forward to kiss along the back of your neck, his fingers hooking around the waist band of your pajama bottoms. "Can I show you what we did?" His voice sent more shivers down your spine, squirming in place and nodding. "Mhm.." you let his hands into your pants, feeling them start to touch you where others never had, and never would so long as he gets a say. His excitement was evident as you grinded your ass against his hips needily. "Perfect. When I'm done with you, you'll be glad I decided to tell you about it, sweetheart."

→ Dazai, Chuuya, Nikolai, Tachihara, I wrote this w/ Fyodor in mind but idrk, Belphie, Mello, Heizou, Kaeya, Tartaglia, Wriothsley, Alhaithem, Oikawa, Gojo, Jean, Gallagher, Blade, Boothill, Sampo, Aventurine, Argenti nd your favs!!

A/n; hey chat sorry for the disappearance!! I had to take the AP World History Exam today!! It wasn't terrible to be quite fair!!! (it wasn't a cold war leq like I desired) (what the fuck was that dbq) (I'm going to kill myself) (not seriously obviously)(update from August chat i got a 5 im so dramatic)

[rachi-roo]

WEHEHEHEEEEEEE!!! Get got, tiny man!!! ❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕💕❤️💕

A Chase To Start The Season (Bungo Stray Dogs) **Tickletober2024**

Hey guess what? LEE!CHUUYA! :D I wanted to say it hehe! Happy Tickletober everyone! I'm doing the weekly prompts because it's easier on me this year- what better way to start things off than some classic SouKoku? :D I hope y'all like it!

CW: Mild swearing

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@myreygn @thatbigbisexual29 @dirtpie39 @duckymcdoorknob @cupcake-spice13 @rachi-roo @mystwrites @chibisstuff @imjusthere07 @sevenincubistolemyheart @riisada

“DAZAI!"

This wasn't the first time he’s done this. It certainly wouldn’t be the last.

Chuuya stormed down the hall in a fit of fiery rage, his apron dusted with a thin but prominent dusting of sugar- his hands tips of his hair stained with frosting. Just moments earlier he had a tray of 12 perfectly baked, masterfully shaped pumpkin spiced cookies ready to be decorated for the Halloween season.

Now there were only 11- the missing cookie being munched on by the scoundrel he called his boyfriend.

“Try to hide, you bastard- I’ll find you! This apartment isn’t that big!” He called out as he threw the bedroom door open, convinced this is where Dazai ran off to. He looked around, looking for the smallest of lumps, bumps or creaked doors.

Nothing. The room looked and felt untouched. Letting out a sigh, he turned to leave when he heard it- the faintest of crunch. His eyes shot to the closet.

In a matter of steps, a scrunched up Dazai was revealed. He stared up at Chuuya with big eyes, lips twitching around his stolen treat. The longer he looked up at the redhead, the harder it was not to start giggling. “Oo, you found me!”

Chuuya quirked an eyebrow. It was enough to get Dazai laughing properly now.

“Alright, you cookie thief- what do you have to say for your-” Chuuya reached out to pull him up, but Dazai was fast. With an unexpected tumble, he dived between the redhead’s legs, rolling into the room and scrambling out the door.

Chuuya blinked. Then he turned with a roar, flying after the cackling brunette. “DAZAI!”

Around and around they went, running into rooms and diving around furniture. Every time he was inches from grabbing onto Dazai, the brunette would avoid him. When he got enough distance, he’d stick his tongue out at Chuuya, sometimes adding a booty shake.

Oo, how Chuuya was gonna get him good when he caught up!

Their chase continued until Dazai suddenly took a knee, falling haphazardly into the tatami mats below. Chuuya saw an opportunity and took it, running over and wrapping his arms around his torso from behind-

The world suddenly flipped. Chuuya found himself on his back, Dazai’s cheeky grin looming over him. “Gotcha, Chibi! What, did you really think you had me?.”

The redhead gaped. His shock quickly turned back into rage. “You son of a bi-hehehehahhahahahahahahhach!”

“Aww, you’re so cute when you’re giggly Chibi!” Dazai laughed in his newfound power, positioning himself overhead with his thighs trapping Chuuya’s arms. Effectively pinned, Chuuya could only flail and squeal while Dazai dug into his upper ribs and armpits. “Come on- give me a smile!”

Chuuya was gonna give him a mouthful of bloody teeth in a second! Shrieking with mirth, he twisted the best he could given his predicament, his threatening kicks coming off more like a cat attacking a yarn ball. “Yoohohohohu’re sohohohohoho dheahhahahahd! Gehahahahah I’m goohohohohonna choohohohke yoohohohu ohohohout with my thihihihihighs!”

“Oo, hot. What else are you gonna do to me?” Dazai dropped his hands lower so they danced against his belly, making kissy noises at Chuuya’s reddening cheeks. “Talk silly to me!”

The scritches were bad enough, but the teasing? Oh the damn teasing! Chuuya’s laugh took on a squeaky noise as he tried and failed to activate his gravity control. Maybe he wasn’t focused enough, or maybe Dazai was cheating and using his own ability to stop him- but the cheeky brunette remained right where he was. “DAHAHAHZAI LEHEHEHET ME GOOHOHO!”

“Awww, already? And I was having so much fun too!” Despite his whine, he released the redhead, pulling his legs up to his chest and resting his chin on them all cute. “Better now?”

Chuuya groaned and gasped, arms coming down and tightly against his waist as he shot an upside down glare in his boyfriend’s direction. It only made Dazai smile more, softening Chuuya’s insides like butter. “Shuhuhut up.”

“I haven’t said anything yet.”

“You're saying things with your eyes- it’s making me feel things.”

“Oh?” Dazai’s eyes twinkled as he leaned in, looking down at Chuuya with twinkling eyes. “What kind of things?”

Chuuya didn’t bother with a response. Instead, he reached up and pulled the other man into a spontaneous kiss- gentle and passionate at the same time. When they pulled away, Dazai was flushed and a bit breathless. Chuuya could feel his heartbeat racing beneath his fingers.

“Did that answer your question?” He growled- smirking when Dazai nodded. He leaned in for another kiss, but Chuuya was quick- activating his gravity manipulation and sending him floating out of reach. “Do that again and I’ll make sure you’ll stay lightheaded for the next few months.”

“Aww, Chibi! You know I’m always lightheaded whenever you’re around.” Dazai fluttered his eyelashes with a swooning grin, crumbling near instantly when Chuuya grabbed at his suspended thighs, tickling with all his might. “Gheahhahahaha! Chuhuhuhuya! Cuhuhuhya- Chihihihihibi, pleahahhhahahahse!”

“You really didn’t think I forgot about the cookies, did you?” Chuuya growled, grinning from ear to ear as Dazai continued squealing out terms of endearment between giggle fits. “Time to face your just desserts!”

Thanks for reading!

[literatureloverx]

HIII OMG IT'S BEEN A WHILE😊😊(Not really) HOW ARE YOU DOING RN??? I HOPE YOUR FEELING GOOD IF NOT I HOPE THIS MAKE YOU FEEL NICE😘😘♥️♥️

Ah imagine this with me— you reading a book peacefully while dazai lays on your lap. Him staring into you thinking about how much you make him feel so warm inside. You'd notice it after a while and ask what's up and he'll try and say something to change the subject but you'd notice yet still let him. He'd yap about some random things and you'd just nod, brushing his hair with your hand.

Orrr

You just trying to do something whether it's cooking or laundry is up to you. Then he'd come from your back and hug you tightly, whining about how you're so busy why not rest and cuddle with him? You'd patiently deny it and try to continue but he whines more, snuggling into your neck hugging you tighter. His head on your neck made you ticklish and you laugh and try to get him off but he just continue till you can't anymore

Ah imagine that🫠🫠

Oh my gosh, ANON??!! It’s so adorable! ❤️ Thank you so much for sharing this with us! ❤️

By the way, I’d love to be able to distinguish you from other Anons. Would you like to claim an emoji to use? ❤️ Everyone is welcome to do so, and it would really help me keep track of who’s who. I’d be grateful if you did! ❤️

I wrote a short scenario based on it; I hope you like it. 🩵

“My handsome baby is being so whiny…”

He smirks. It’s clearly working.

“Bella!~ You’re always cleaning up when I’m around! Am I not deserving of your affection, my glorious goddess?”

That exaggerated voice is so typical of your boyfriend; it makes you smile softly each time.

“That’s because you don’t let me stay home or anywhere else without you. You drag me wherever you go. When am I supposed to get things done? You’re not helping either—“

Oh, it’s clearly not working.

He whines loudly, making you jump. His teeth gently bite into your neck, causing you to hiss.

“You’re being so mean, doll. You know if there’s one thing I hate, it’s cleaning up.”

“No, I believe it’s work that you hate the most,” you tease.

He makes a wounded noise, emphasizing his hurt feelings. You sigh softly and turn to face your beloved boyfriend, his face pouty and soft for you.

You cup his cheeks gently, a warm smile spreading across your lips. Oh, how you love this man. His warm, chocolate-brown eyes pierce right through your heart every time he gazes at you with such desperation—it feels like both a blessing and a curse.

“Hey, don’t look so upset. I’ll give you all the affection you desire. I just wanted to finish emptying the dishwasher before resting.”

He wins. You know it, and you let him win, as you always do, and he knows that too.

“That’s why you’re mine, Bella!~”

He doesn’t wait any longer, showering you with kisses all over your face, just like you do with him every morning, making you giggle in return.

Soon enough, his warm lips find yours.

All his. Indeed.

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[lit3rallyll0yd]

wondering if you could include ranpo in your caught making out p2 fic, if you do id deeply appreciate it!! <3

consider it done<3

๋࣭ ⭑ caught making out. p2. bsd x reader

p1.

gender: gender neutral

type: short imagine/scenario

characters: ranpo, poe, and yosano<3

warnings: lowercase writing, short, make-out sessions, suggustive writing!!

๋࣭ ⭑ ranpo smirked upon hearing your sentence. "can i have a taste?" you asked, pointing to his candy in his hand. he was seated ontop of a work desk in the middle of the agency. "of this~?" he teased, and with a nod he jumped to his feet. as your hand was out and ready for him to give you the sucker, you felt him take your hand instead, the candies in his mouth. "ranpo-" you suddenly felt his lips connect to yours, his tounge licking your lips. couple seconds of him kissing you felt like hours, but when you felt his tounge push itself into your mouth with the candy now in your mouth, you blushed hard. your face full-on red. he pulled back, grinning at you. "how's it tastle, hm~?" he asked, and you stuttered out a sentence. before he could kiss you again, the sound of someone hitting a wall and a "OW" caused both you and ranpo to turn your heads to see atsushi on the flor rubbing his head, papers scattered all over the place. "ow- uh..." he looked back at you both and chuckled nervously. ranpo looked back at you to see you hide your face into his neck and your arms wrapped around his torso. quickly, atsushi ran out of the room, leaving the papers on the floor. ranpo felt himself blush slightly, but he lept his composure. "well...did it taste good?" he shrugged.

๋࣭ ⭑ poe kissed your lips gently, unsure if what he was doing was correct. he was just wanting to complete his novel, but the way your hips moved on his lap made him...desprate. he messaged his fingers up and down your spine, his hands going into your shirt every now and then. you wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, trying your best not to fall with how far he's making you arch your back. giggles escaped your lips when his fingers reached your sides, "ticklish?" he smiled at your nod. he placed his hands on your hips while his lips kissed a sweet spot on your nech he's recently discovered. mid-moan, you covered your mouth whe you heard the door suddenlu open and ranpo's figure caused you to fall onto your ass on the floor, "y-y/n!" poe cried, blushing when he noticed ranpo standing at the door. "weeell~ i was going to read your newest novel, but i can see you have other plans. i will come back later~" ranpo smirked, closing the door as he walked out. poe was speechless, karl sitting on his head as he looked back down at you, "did-did you want to-" "moment as passed, babe."

๋࣭ ⭑ yosano licked her lips, gripping onto your hips and pinned you into the desk of her office. all you did was gently tap her ass as she was looking through files, causing her to almost instantly pin you. "how bold you are, y/n~ tapping my ass like that out of no where..." she licked your neck, wetting it before going in and kissing the living hell out of it. you moaned, arching your back and grabbed her shirt, gripping it tightly. "a-akiko-" you tried your best to not scrunch your neck, causing her to move to your lips. she slid her hands up your shirt, untugging it from your pants and let her hands roam free-"oh nonono, don't mind me.." dazai's voice caused yosano to bite your lip, pulling away from you to look at the man. she removed her hand from your skin and held your shoulders. "d-dazai!" you stutter out, looking at him look for papers by his desk. "just neeeeed, aha! here it is~" he smirked at you two before turning on his heels to leave, "you may continue~ it took a while to notice me in the first place you two could've kept going like i was never here~" yosano grabbed her heel and threw it hard in dazai's direction, however he closed the door in time for the heel to hit the wodden door instead of his face. the woman sighed, attention back to you, "yosano..this bump on my lip wasn't always here.." you whined.

[cloudyyoimiya]

Changing His Bandages Headcanons and Scenario; Osamu Dazai

Where to begin with this!

Normally, he won’t let anyone know why he wears his bandages; he dislikes the thought.

In fact, the first time his s/o offered to change his bandages for him, it caught him off guard. Though, he immediately regained his composure and played off his s/o’s offer by saying he sleeps in his bandages.

This claim isn’t entirely false though… 😭

If you really want to see what’s with the bandages, Dazai would have to trust you with his whole being. He has to trust that you won’t be going around explaining why he wears the bandages, and he has to trust that you wouldn’t be weirded out by them.

In order for him to trust you, well, it could take months… years. He doesn’t trust others that easily.

Once he does trust his s/o, he’d go on and explain why his body appears the way it does. He doesn’t really like talking about it though, so you’d get a short and bitter answer.

Of course you wouldn’t pry on it.. it’s personal. If he wanted to tell his s/o more details, then he would on his own will. Nothing could pressure him into telling his s/o about it before he’s ready.

Scenario…

Dazai had just got out of the shower, and only wore a towel around his waist. You, of course, were sitting in the living room on the love seat. You were scrolling through your phone, smiling at random things that caught your eye. Dazai had found the sight before him endearing. How could he not?

He said down beside you with a faint smile on his face. “My Belladonna, could you please help me wrap myself up?”

You blinked as you set your phone down. Dazai asking you to help him with his bandages was a rare occurrence. Possibly today was a good day at the agency? That’s what you chalked it up to anyway.

“Of course,” you smiled. “Did you bring the bandages?”

Dazai only nodded as he handed you the roll of bandages. You took the roll out of his grasp, then took his right arm into your care. Silently, you started to carefully wrap his wrist.

Dazai observed as you carried out your actions. He was… happy that he could trust you. He was happy that you weren’t disgusted by his old wounds. He was just happy to have you. A bittersweet smile adorned his features as he continued to think about how happy you made him.

“Ah my beautiful lover! You’re almost like my personal medic!” Dazai said rather loudly.

You only chuckled at his antics. You had finished wrapping up his right arm.

“If I’m your personal medic, then wouldn’t that make you a soldier I was treating?”

You grabbed his left arm, then started the same process all over again.

“I’d much rather be your knight in shining armor than a soldier, my love,” Dazai chuckled.

Your touches were feather light. Dazai enjoyed this feeling. It was rather relaxing on his end. He noticed your faint smile, and only assumed that you enjoyed this as well. In a way, this could be considered an activity that the two of you like to do to destress.

You had finished wrapping his left arm. You then went to wrap his torso, but Dazai stopped you for a brief moment.

“I can do this myself,” he said.

“Are you sure? I really don’t mind.”

Dazai stopped to think for a moment. What had he ever done to deserve you?

“You want to continue to do this?” He questioned. You only nodded.

“I enjoy helping you do this, Osamu.”

He wiped under his eyes, making it look like he was wiping tears.

“Ah you’re too kind to me!” He exclaimed.

You rolled your eyes as you started to wrap the bottom of his torso. On occasion, Dazai would twitch from your touch if you grazed a particularly ticklish area. Other than that, wrapping his torso was spent in a comfortable silence.

When you had finished, Dazai jumped on you right away. He hugged you rather tightly as he rubbed his cheek onto yours.

“My sweet, I love you so much.”

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[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: little things the ikevamp suitors love about you.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: this is kinda to get me back in the writing groove again. i thought this was really cute as i was writing it hehe

napoleon adores your voice, the sweet sound of it carrying in the wind as you cheer him on when he spars. your voice goes higher when you talk to jupiter and lower when you talk to the kids he teaches, and although he’ll never tell you he notices these things, it’ll be evident when you look over at the teasing smirk on his face.

mozart adores the contrast between your klutziness and your grace, he’s caught you swaying to his music when you clean before, now that you two often find yourself sharing the same space. his eyes wander to you as he plays under the guise of making sure you don't slip on the sleek floors and injure yourself...but really, he is enraptured by you.

leonardo adores your lips, even more so when they’re on his own. ever the flirt, he makes sure your lips are always turned upwards in a bashful smile, the one that makes the corners of your eyes crinkle and your cheeks warm up. he touches your cheeks, brushing his fingers along your skin before kissing you, leaving you both smiling.

arthur adores your eyes, the way they’re always trained on him, the way he can see himself reflected in yours and just knows you see yourself in his. he loves how soft they look as they gaze upon him, a hopeless man, a sinner, a weak and helpless person that couldn’t save the ones he wanted to save most. you can still look at him, and that's all he could ever ask from you.

isaac adores your neck and the way it looks when you wear necklaces and different collared shirts and different hairstyles. he finds himself flustered at the thought of pressing his lips to where your neck meets your shoulder, sprinkling the skin with his kisses and dusting it with soft whispers for the both of you to cherish.

vincent adores your smile and the way it makes him happy, too. he loves that you never shy away from your feelings and you aren’t scared of his. you smile when he expresses what he wants, as if him craving and needing and wanting makes you happy, and oh if that’s what it takes to see you beam like you’ll love him forever, vincent will embrace every part of him.

theo loves your arms and how they work hard every day, only to wrap around him at the end of it all. it melts his heart when your head finds itself over his heartbeat, listening to his pulse as you shut your eyes. he’s never felt more weak in the knees in his life. you’ve ruined him, but he doesn’t care just so long as you keep holding him and working hard at his side.

dazai adores your waist and all of the uses it has. he loves kneading the flesh he finds there, making you squeal because those spots may be a bit ticklish. he finds himself placing a hand there as he walks with you, holding you close to his side, just close enough to catch your scent. it’s cheesy when he grabs your waist to lift you into the air, swinging you around in an impromptu dance, but his heart melts with love for you when your hands find themselves over his, keeping him latched onto you.

jean adores how you wake up in the morning, all sleepy and confused. every little noise you make makes his heart skip a beat, and so he captures every single one and places them in the corner of his mind labeled with your name for safekeeping. maybe then, even when you’re gone, he’ll still be able to know you. the heart that pounds so vehemently for you nearly pops out of his chest when you throw an arm over him and snuggle into his chest, a delicate smile on your face.

will adores how you smell when you come out of the shower, all freshened up. the fragrances of all the products you two picked out together waft throughout the villa, and will doesn’t find himself minding that he can smell you everywhere. after all, you’ve left your mark on this place, and furthermore, his heart.

comte adores you for staying by his side, even though he knows it’s hard. he’s been so painfully lonely for most of his life, and even now he doesn’t feel he fits anywhere. but you come along and take him into your arms, gently collecting all of his broken pieces, and you bring him back together with your embrace. this. this is where he belongs. he is certain of it.

sebastian adores your laughter and the way you seem to infect the mansion with it. he hears it ringing in his ears even when you aren’t around, the sweet sound carrying through his memories as he busies himself with chores and thoughts of you. it isn’t easy running an entire mansion, but with you by his side, bumping him with your hip as the two of you wash dishes, he couldn’t be happier.

vlad adores how you love vampires just as much as he loves humans. you have always tried to get him to bridge the gap with comte and trust humans again, and although it's not easy he sees your efforts and he loves you for it. you’re strange for not fearing him, for staying by his side throughout all he has done, but he’s glad for it.

faust adores how you’re so honest. you set boundaries and mean them, you tell people off when they’re encroaching on your space, and you make sure the environment you foster around yourself is as lovely as it can be. it makes him smug, knowing you’re so capable and he’s the one that gets to call you his. 

charles adores your fingertips and the way they map out his body, pressing into his scalp to soothe him and trailing down his back when he wants a hug. you’re always so gentle with him, treating him like he’s precious like he’s loved, and he knows he can never get enough of it. you’re so sweet, indulging him like this. he will never be able to stop loving you.

[illegal-spiegel]

You Take My Breath Away

Pairing: Dazai Osamu x gn!reader (x Chuuya Nakahara)

Genre: Fluff?, angst, hurt/comfort?

Warnings: this fic contains dark content. if you don't like that, please keep scrolling and dni. S2 spoilers, strangling (bloodshot and swollen eyes, bruised and sore throat, can't speak, etc.), murder/death, throat slitting, blood, Dazai is overly protective ig, toxic behavior overall, typical su!cide mention from Dazai

Summary: Dazai gets protective over you when you get hurt, on more than one occasion, and takes matters into his own hands to make sure they never hurt you again.

WC: 7.5k

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You giggle like a schoolgirl as Dazai tickles your sides, your face starting to hurt from how hard you’ve been smiling. That always seems to happen to you when Dazai is around. “Quit it!” you squeal, smacking at Dazai’s hands. 

Dazai only seems to chuckle and continue his evil acts against you. “Say the magic words!” he bargains. 

“Never!” you shout, leaning away from him and bumping into Atsushi who is sitting right beside you. He doesn’t seem to mind it though, he just watches you both with a fond smile on his face. “Atsushi! Help!” you cry, tears lining your eyes the longer and harder you laugh. 

“No one can save you now! You’re at my mercy!” Dazai shouts back, waiting for you to say the magic words that will rid you of his tickling. 

And listen. You tried to hold out, you really did! But you’ve known Dazai for more than seven years now and he knows all your most ticklish spots by now.

“Okay! Okay!” you concede. He slows his fingers but doesn’t stop them. “Dazai is the most handsome, funniest, smartest guy ever, and I smell like rotten eggs!” As soon as you finish, Dazai lets up. He stays hovering above you though from where you leaned away from him, a soft smile on his face. 

“Awe, you really think so?” he coos, fluttering his lashes at you. 

“No,” you wheeze, holding your poor, aching sides. “I mean yes! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” you screech, a scared laugh escaping you when he threatens to tickle you again. 

“Hm. That’s what I thought,” he says as he sits properly in his seat. 

You pant as you sit up straight as well, waving your hand at Atsushi as an apology. Then again, the little traitor didn’t even try to help you. “The train is sure taking a while,” the white-haired man suddenly comments. You hum, pushing your hair out of your face as you nod in agreement. 

You raise a brow as Dazai suddenly stands up, face blank and serious. “There’s an urgent errand I need to carry out,” he announces, staring out at the tracks in front of him. 

“What is it?” Atsushi asks with great urgency, seemingly nervous. You can’t help but smirk. You’d bet every last penny you own that Dazai is about to say some dumbass shit. 

“I need to use the bathroom!” he cries, hands going over his crotch as he starts to do a peepee dance. Atsushi’s face falls as he stares at the higher-up, unbelieving he just said that. You only end up cracking up, laughing as you watch him dance in one place. It makes your sides ache but in the best way possible. 

“Well? What are you waiting for? Permission?” you tease, smirking at the man. He continues to stare you down as he dances from foot to foot faster and faster. You snort and roll your eyes. “Okay, go,” you say playfully, waving him off. 

“Thank you!” he cries, zooming away. “Ah! I’m not gonna make it!” This causes you to snort again. You don’t know why he insisted on holding it for so long then. You look over at Atsushi and only laugh harder at how bewildered he looks. 

“You’ll get used to it eventually,” you reassure him, patting him on the back. He turns to look at you now, giving you a small smile. 

“I always thought Dazai was so cool and mysterious…but…” You raise a brow when he trails off, jumping to conclusions. 

“But he’s a bit of a dumbass?” you guess, chuckling. Atsushi goes tense, nervous about referring to his higher-up in such a way, especially since it seems that Dazai has ears everywhere. He glances at the way Dazai went before slowly nodding his head with a laugh of his own. 

“Yeah, something like that,” he agrees, his chuckles dying down when you both hear the train whistle a bit a ways. “Hey, can I ask you something?” he suddenly asks. 

“Yes, I’ll help you hide a body, but only if you killed them with good reason,” you respond, completely serious. At his flabbergasted look, you snort and nudge his arm with yours. “I’m kidding.” He relaxes. “Sort of.” You laugh when he tenses up again, his body relaxing when he realizes you’re just messing with him again. You and Dazai love pulling pranks on him together. 

Speaking of…

“How long have you and Dazai been dating?” 

Your laughter instantly dies and you feel choked up all of a sudden. “Wait what-”

“I mean, I figure it’s been a while. You two share your affection so openly and he’s always going on and on about you-”

“Wait what-”

“So I was just curious how long it’s been. You two seem really happy together.” 

At the last part, any reply you had ready to go suddenly dies on your tongue. You two seem really happy together. What the fuck are you supposed to say to that? You two aren’t even talking talking, let alone dating. Where did Atsushi get an idea like that? Have the others said something? Or is this a prank that Dazai is pulling on him and forgot to let you in on it? 

Before you can think of a response though, the train is arriving. You sigh in relief as you two both stand up and walk towards the train, looking left and right for Naomi and Haruna. 

“Haruna, Naomi!” you hear Atsushi shout. You turn to look at him before looking past him to see the two girls. You sigh in relief a second time, a smile coming to your face. Thank goodness. “Are you alright?” he asks when you get close enough to them. 

“We are. I never thought they’d come after the clerks in the office,” Naomi responds with a warm, relieved smile. 

“At least you’re safe now!” Atsushi says brightly. 

“Yeah, I’m glad you’re alright,” you agree, giving the girls a smile to which they return. “We’re gonna escort you both to the extraction point,” you add on. 

“Oh! I wanted you to meet someone!” You raise a brow at this, turning to look towards the train when Naomi motions towards it and turns to face it. “We got to know each other a little on the train.” With that, a small child comes walking out, holding a creepy doll. You raise a brow when he bumps into Atsushi and just starts laughing. Someone needs to teach this kid some manners…

Your brows furrow when the kid suddenly turns and rolls up their sleeve to show off…

What is that? 

Are those…razor blades taped to his arms? Alarm bells immediately start going off in your head. Something isn’t right here. 

“Wanna play a game?” the kid suddenly asks, a maniac grin on his face. 

Before you could respond, Atsushi starts mumbling to himself. You turn to look at him, finding his eyes are leaking what appears to be blood. “Atsushi?” you say unsurely, reaching out toward him. 

*

“You mentioned before that you came here to protect me…” Dazai says unsurely, trying to put the pieces together. When things suddenly click into place, he gasps before spinning to face the way he came. “Dammit!” he shouts before taking off. “No, no, no! Fuck!” he hisses, running back to you two. 

He swears, if Q has done anything to yo-

He comes around the corner only to find you being dangled in the air, Atsushi holding you up by your throat while growling and grunting. Dazai lets out a growl of his own as he sprints toward the man. He’s not thinking clearly. What should he do? 

He dashes past the two other women who seem to be harmed but overall fine. He wraps his arm around Atsushi’s throat and presses heavily on his windpipe. Now that he’s closer, he can see that your eyes are bloodshot and they’re starting to roll back into your head. How long has he been holding you like this? Why aren’t you using your ability? Do you not want to hurt Atsushi? 

To his horror, Atsushi ignores Dazai and continues to strangle you. Dazai doesn’t want to hurt him since he knows it isn’t actually him, but he’s running out of options. His eyes flicker this way and that way looking for a solution. 

This is when his eyes spot the doll. 

Dazai quickly lets Atsushi go before bolting toward the hideous toy, picking it up, and instantly screaming, “Ability: No Longer Human!” His power surges through the toy and he turns to find Atsushi snapping out of it. He gasps as he lets you go, your body hitting the ground hard. Atsushi grasps at his throat where Dazai had choked him. 

Dazai barely looks at him though as he hurries over to you. He lifts your body to cradle you in his lap, brushing your hair out of your face and his hands ghosting the marks on your neck. “(Y/n)?” he whispers, his whole frame shaking as he clutches you close. 

You let out a wet, ragged cough before slowly blinking your eyes open, tears cascading down your cheeks. “I-” you try to force out, but it seems you can’t make any further noise. 

“Shh, don’t try to speak. You might damage your vocal cords further,” he advises. He lifts his head and does a quick survey of the area. The other two ladies are indeed fine. Hurt, but fine.

But where’s Q? 

“Your new friends are so fragile, Mr. Dazai!” he whips his head around to find Q smiling at him on the train as it starts to shift forward. “But don’t worry! What I really look forward to is breaking you–whether that be through you directly or your new love here!” Q giggles and continues to grin at him maniacally. “Remember how you made me suffer? Soon you’re going to feel that pain, Mr. Dazai!” 

“And instead of capturing you next time and showing you mercy by simply ripping your heart out, I’ll torture you slowly and painfully until you're begging me to kill you,” he responds darkly with a sinister expression. Q had his mouth open to respond but goes quiet, eyes wide. He wasn’t expecting such a terrifying response for some reason. They stare at each other as the train takes Q further and further away.

You’ve never seen Dazai so angry before and you don’t even know why he’s so mad. The world sounds like it’s underwater, or like you have cotton stuffed in your ears. He isn’t mad at Atsushi, is he? It wasn’t his fault. You need to tell him that. 

You reach up and loosely grip the lapel of his coat, weakly tugging on it as you try to speak. All that comes out though is breathy whines and wheezes, words unable to be formed. He turns to look at you, his grip suddenly tightening on you. “Shh, I know. It’s okay. I’ve got you. It’s all over. Everything’s alright. I’ve got you,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. You close your eyes, the last of your tears falling down your cheeks. He pulls back when you suddenly go slack in his arms, his eyes widening a tad when he realizes that you’ve passed out. He sighs and closes his eyes for a moment, cradling you close to his chest. That was close, too fucking close. 

“I'm such a screwup.” Dazai opens his eyes and turns to look over at Atsushi, finding the man crying as he stares at the marks blooming on your neck. “That should be me, not them. I shouldn’t even be alive. I don’t deserve to be alive…”

Dazai doesn’t know why, but hearing him talk like that angers him further. Yes, it should be him hurt instead of you. It should be Dazai. It should be any of them but you. You should never be hurt. You weren’t even supposed to come with them today. 

Dazai watches for a moment as Atsushi pathetically cries and blubbers on about who knows what. Dazai slowly and gently sets you down on the concrete before moving in front of Atsushi. “Atsushi,” Dazai grunts, frowning down at the man. 

Atsushi lifts his head, his eyes red from his crying. Before Atsushi could even blink, Dazai is slapping him across his face. Hard. “Pull it together. They wouldn’t want you talking like that,” he mumbles before instantly turning back to you. They need to get you back to HQ stat. 

* When you wake up, you feel like your throat was run over by a motorcycle. And then they reversed over it again just to make sure they got the job done. Your hands shakily come up to gently clutch your throat, your vision a little blurry until you blink a few times. Even then though, things are still a little blurry out of one of your eyes. 

You try to move your head only to be met with pain in your neck. You slowly take a deep breath, finding it a little hard to breathe, before trying again. You take your time in sitting up, making sure not to move your head or neck too much. Your eyes go wide when you see a head of brown hair on your bed, and a chair keeping him close. You smile and slowly reach over to card your fingers through his hair. 

You barely get to do so though since he’s suddenly springing up. You gasp and rear your hand back from the shock, hissing when it causes you pain. “You’re awake! Woah! Stop! Okay!” he screeches, going into panic mode when he sees your face contort into one of pain. You weakly laugh, it sounding nothing like your usual laugh. This one is all scratchy and hoarse, your throat sore and dry. Your laughter quickly stops when it becomes too painful. 

“Wait! Okay! Everyone remain calm!” he continues to shout even though you two are the only ones in the room and he’s the only one panicking. You smile hard. “You want some water? Never mind, you need to drink some. You’ve been out for a while.” And with that, he’s zooming off to assumedly get you some water. 

You’re not alone long before he’s back, offering you a glass of water with a stick poking out of it. You take the stick out to see a sponge at the end of it. At your bewildered look, Dazai explains, “Akiko said that you might not be able to drink very well, so the sponge will give you smaller amounts to drink and make it easier to swallow.” You smile at him and nod your head before starting to do just that. Your throat aches with each swallow, but the water feels good. 

Dazai suddenly grabs something from the desk beside you and sets a notepad and pen in your lap. “I want you to use this instead of trying to talk, okay?” he says softly, hand resting on top of yours for a moment before letting go. You nod your head and hand him the water before picking up your pen. 

Where’s Atsushi + the others? They okay?

You hold up the notepad for him to see, watching his eyes flicker over the words. His face hardens for a moment, just a split second, before relaxing again. He huffs out a laugh as he says, “Of course that’s the first thing you say.” He shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair. “Yeah, they’re alright. They’re all resting. It was a crazy day.” You nod your head, letting out a small sigh. Is Atsushi really okay? “You can see them soon enough. Akiko and I agreed that you need your rest and shouldn’t have any visitors until you’re better.” 

You raise your brow at this. Then why are you here mister? You turn the notepad for him to see, smirking at him. Your smirk only grows when you see some color come to his cheeks and his eyes shift away from you completely. 

“I’m your hot nurse, of course. All patients need one,” he replies playfully. Despite his joke, your chest flutters at his kindness. You smile softly as you reach out to him, setting your free hand over his. He instantly flips his hand over to properly hold your hand, weaving your fingers together. “Besides, I told you that you can’t die without me. You’re the only one I’ll commit double suicide with,” he jokes further, smirking at you now. 

You let out a weak laugh and roll your eyes. Typical Dazai. 

It didn’t take long for you to be up and out of bed. Everyone knows that you never stay down for long, even if you have the worst injuries of them all. You hate being bedridden, especially when something like this is going on. 

Currently, you’re looking over some files of what’s been going on while you were out of commission. The Guild are some serious bad guys, and that’s coming from someone who used to be a part of the-

“I really don’t feel like working.” 

You lift your file a bit to look down into your lap where Dazai has made himself home. His face is smushed into your tummy and his butt hangs high in the air. You smile at the position. He’s such a dork. 

“Are you seriously going to mope around like this the whole morning?” You look up to find Kunikida there. You smile up at him and his hard expression relaxes when he sees your cheery face. “Good morning, (Y/n). How are you feeling?” 

“Right as rain, Kida!” you greet. At your chipper voice, Dazai whines and wiggles his ass in the air. 

“Any other time I’d be up for having this conversation with you, but not now, please,” he whines, shoving his face further into your body. 

“What happened to the energetic young hero who just helped save this town from the brink of destruction?” Kida asks in a monotone, crossing his arms over his chest with a sigh.  

“Boss has me lined up for this new job and I don’t wanna,” Dazai cries, giving a fake sniffle, causing you to roll your eyes. Dazai continues to wiggle his ass in the air and you grin wickedly as you reach out to slap it. Dazai jumps with a yelp, turning his head a bit with his jaw dropped. “Kunikida! I didn’t know you felt this way,” he playfully purrs to the shocked man.

Kunikida’s cheeks go red as he huffs, his hands now placed onto his hips. “Is that the same one Atsushi and the boss were talking about yesterday?” he asks curiously, completely ignoring Dazai’s comment.

Before anyone can respond though, the boss man himself is suddenly appearing behind Kida. “Correct.” Dazai lifts his face to turn and look at him, grunting as he rolls over to face the two now, keeping his head in your lap. 

“Good morning, sir,” Kida greets the older man, reminding you of a soldier in the army with the way he’s acting. 

“Dazai, (Y/n),” he says, completely ignoring the man and causing you to pout. Always so serious and straight to the point. “What’s the status of that meeting with the Port Mafia?”

“I’ve made the arrangements,” Dazai reports. You smirk when you see Kida’s face go into shock, eyeing the three of you. 

“Do you think their boss will come?” he asks. 

“I’m sure he will,” you answer. 

“It’s the perfect opportunity for him to kill you, after all,” Dazai adds, smirking a bit. 

Fukuzawa closes his eyes for a moment and gives a slight nod. “I’d prefer that to having bloodshed amongst our people,” he says as he walks off. You sigh and look down at Dazai when he groans, discovering that you’ve been combing your hand through his hair the whole time. Oops. 

“Hey, Dazai, (Y/n)...” Kida starts softly as Dazai whines and wiggles around in your lap like a child when you stop playing with his hair. “What’s the secret meeting with the Port Mafia all about?” Kida suddenly shouts, causing you to jump. Dazai simply rolls to a stop in your lap, overall seeming unbothered by the man’s raised voice. Typical. 

“Well, I have to admit that our little Atsushi’s idea has really snowballed,” Dazai sighs, staring out the window. 

“Since The Guild is now our biggest threat, it only makes sense for us t-” you start to explain before Kunikida suddenly cuts you off. 

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!” he shouts, speaking a mile a minute. “I’m totally lost here…” Kida admits, rubbing the back of his head. “First of all, why are you guys the ones arranging this meeting?” You open and close your mouth, unsure of how to answer. You tilt your head down to look at Dazai, finding him a bit wide-eyed. He turns to look at Kida now as if Kida should know the answer to that already. 

“Because we used to be with the Port Mafia?” 

Kida’s entire face goes blank with confusion and shock. “Huh?” 

“Oh!” Dazai suddenly realizes, expression lighting up. “Did I not tell you that? My bad!” he hisses, giving him a ‘sorry’ look. 

“What?” Kida shouts, making you flinch back a bit. These two are always such a rowdy bunch. 

“Sorry we didn’t tell you sooner,” you apologize, giving him a sorry smile. He just blinks and stares at you stupidly, making your smile grow. Yeah, guess it is some pretty shocking information. 

“You were in the Port Mafia?” he asks you, jaw completely unhinged. “Dazai I can actually understand. But you?”

“Hey!” Dazai whines with a pout.

*

You and Dazai come to a stop in front of the abandoned building. You place your hands on your hips as you look around you. “Well, this doesn’t seem suspicious at all,” you say sarcastically. 

“Are you sure you should be here?” 

You turn to look at Dazai, smiling over at him. “As I told you a hundred times before, I’m fine.” 

“I don’t want you here…” Dazai mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest as he turns to face you. 

“And who’s going to stop you from murdering Q as soon as you lay eyes on him?” you respond, sighing as you place a hand on Dazai’s chest and the other staying on your hip, feeling him relax under your touch. Chuuya probably wouldn’t give two shits.

Before he can respond, lights are suddenly cutting on around you. You turn to look at the lights, squinting at how bright they are. You raise a brow when you hear many guns being cocked, your hand falling from his chest as you turn to face your enemies. 

“Pleasant evening, isn’t it?” Steinbeck asks, eyeing you from afar. “You even brought a date!” he teases Dazai. You remain expressionless as you study the two men in front of you. Are these guys serious? “Hm, seems our strategist has hit the nail on the head once again in predicting your movements,” he continues. 

Dazai slowly turns to face them, a smirk resting on his lips as he watches them with amusement. “Figures it’d be a trap…”

You two stand side by side as you assess the situation in front of you. Now if only a certain someone would show u- 

A rock comes soaring from the air and crashes into the crowd of men surrounding you, taking out a big chunk of their numbers. “About time…” you mumble, tilting your head back to look up into the sky as the redhead slowly floats down to the ground. You hear Dazai grumble angrily beside you as he runs a hand through his hair and tugs on it.

“Let me set one thing straight,” Chuuya starts as he stares down the enemy, hands resting on his hips, “(Y/n) is not Dazai’s date.” You huff and roll your eyes at the man. That’s what he has to say right now out of all things?

“Says who? Did you invite them here?” Dazai asks. Chuuya opens his mouth to answer him, but Dazai swiftly cuts him off. “No, I didn’t think so,” he sassily finishes. He sighs and tosses his head back. “Man, I knew there was a reason that today was gonna suck,” he mumbles. Ah, so it seems they didn’t fill Dazai in on this part of the plan. Probably a good idea, honestly. 

“The hell?” Steinbeck suddenly shouts. “I never heard anything about this in the strategic forecasts!”  

Just as Steinbeck starts to grow a plant from his hand to attack Chuuya, Dazai comes up behind him and touches his shoulder. “Sorry, I can’t let you do that,” Dazai sighs out, canceling the man’s ability. 

“Gah! The canceling ability,” he huffs, sweat lining his forehead. 

“This is such a drag,” Dazai groans, stomping his foot like a child. You giggle and bump his hip, causing him to almost fall over. 

“At least you’re with me,” you coo playfully. At this, he instantly perks up and sighs dreamily. 

“You’re so right, my beautiful (Y/n).” Your cheeks start to flush, but you’re pulled out of the mini moment by Chuuya. 

“Hey! Stop flirting! We’re on a mission here!” Chuuya hollers as he flies into the air in front of Steinbeck using his ability and kicks the blond away from the three of you. 

After this, Chuuya comes to stand at your other side, slipping his jacket off as he surveys the group around you. He drops it onto your head, to which you give an offended ‘hey!’ You smirk to yourself though as you start to slide it on.

“For crying out loud…this is the worst day I’ve had in years,” Dazai grumbles. 

You brush off your hands as you follow the two men inside, Chuuya laughing at Dazai’s expense. “If the day comes when you two get along, I’ll know the world is ending,” you joke, starting to head down the staircase inside the building. 

“What will you do on your last day on Earth?” Chuuya asks, throwing an arm over your shoulder. You turn to look at him, smirking as you lean into his space. 

“Why? Got any good ideas?” you purr, bringing your face close to his. He sputters in surprise, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water, unsure of how to respond. You cackle as you pull away and walk ahead of him, your laughter calming down when you find Dazai glaring at you both. 

“I’ll have you know that if there was only one day left on Earth, (Y/n) would be spending it with me and we’d be having a great time,” Dazai scoffs, leading the way down the stairs. You bite your lip to try and contain your smile as you follow after him. 

“Ha! As if they’d want to spend it with you of all people!” Chuuya laughs, pointing at him from behind you. 

“Yeah? And why not?” Dazai fires back. 

“Boys,” you warn, coming to a stop at the bottom of the stairs and turning back to look at them to find them glaring at each other. You huff, blowing hair out of your eyes. 

You then turn to look into the dimly lit room, finding Q pinned to the tree with his doll sitting right beside him on the chair. “He’s here!” you announce, hoping that will distract them. Luckily for you, it does. 

Also unluckily for you though, Dazai comes marching right down the stairs and heads right for Q with a murderous intent in his eyes. “Dazai!” you shout, grabbing ahold of his arm and using all your might to hold him back. “Stop it!” 

“What’s with him?” Chuuya asks confusedly. He’s never seen the brunet so worked up before, especially over this. Is there something he doesn’t know? 

“Just help me!” you screech at the shorter male. 

Chuuya quickly jumps into action and grabs his other arm. “Hey, meathead! Would you cool it for a sec?” Chuuya shouts at the man. 

To your relief, he lets up. To your disappointment, he turns his anger onto Chuuya. “No! Do you know what he did to them?” he shouts, backing the man up into the wall opposite from Q. You sigh as you rub your hand over your forehead. 

“Dazai, enough-” you start. You go ignored though. 

“No, I don’t know. Enlighten me,” Chuuya snaps. He reminds you of a cat who’s been backed into a corner and has its hair bristled. 

“Chuuya! Don’t-”

“They almost died because of him, and I’ll be damned and sent right to hell if I let him get away with it,” he says lowly, fists shaking from the rage brewing inside of him. You walk over to the duo, setting your hand on Dazai’s back. You frown when instead of relaxing like he normally does, he only grows tenser under your touch. 

“If you had to kill everyone who has almost killed me, half the population would be gone!” you exaggerate, trying to reason with him.

“Fucking good riddance then,” Dazai huffs, still eyeing Chuuya.

Chuuya silently stares up at him, debating his next words. “What happened?” he asks, eyes softening as he worriedly glances at you as if the attack just happened. 

“They were almost strangled to death. They had bruises on their neck, eyes bloodshot and swollen, and they could barely swallow or breathe,” Dazai mumbles, eyes shifting down the ground as his knuckles become white with his grip. Your body goes tense at the recollection of what happened. 

“I’m fine,” you reassure them both. 

The room is silent for a moment after that, and Chuuya stares at you, at a loss for words. He’s relieved of trying to find the right thing to say though since Dazai is sighing and standing up straight. “Give me your knife,” he demands. 

“Dazai-”

“Why?” Chuuya asks, hand resting where said knife is hidden. 

“I’m going to kill the little bastard one way or another. Are you going to help me or not?” Dazai asks lowly, staring straight into Chuuya’s soul. Chuuya stares right back at him, going over his options. He slowly turns to look at you to find your rapidly shaking your head. 

“Knock yourself out,” Chuuya says as he suddenly takes it out and tosses it to the younger man. 

“Nakahara!” you hiss disappointedly, quickly reaching for the covered knife. You grab it at the same time as Dazai does, starting a power struggle with him over who gets the weapon. 

“(Y/n), let go,” Dazai warns. 

“No! This is the whole reason I came with you! To make sure you wouldn’t do something stupid like this!” 

“Chuuya,” Dazai says, making your eyes go wide. 

“No-” you start to argue, taking a step back from Chuuya as he comes towards you. “Chuuya, no!” you shout. You begin a power struggle with him now as he comes up behind you and grabs under your arms, preventing you from using them or getting away from him. “Chuuya, stop! Dazai, please!” you scream, struggling against the man. 

They both ignore you as Dazai walks over to the kid who is still unconscious against the tree. “I’m surprised you’re helping me,” Dazai comments as he stops in front of the boy. 

“My orders were to take him back alive, but hearing what he did to (Y/n)...” He pauses for a long moment. “I’d do anything for (Y/n)...” Chuuya confesses. “So, do what you want…”

“You aren’t doing this for me! You’re doing this against me!” you cry. You don’t know why you’re fighting so hard to save this kid’s life. Dazai’s right. He almost had you killed. 

“Very well,” Dazai responds, ignoring your cries. “I will.” 

“Osamu! Stop! Don’t do this! What would Oda say?” you scream. 

This has Dazai pausing his raised hand, thinking over your words. You start to relax, glad you got through to him. 

You go tense again though when his arm swipes in front of him in one fell swoop. Blood spurts from the new cut on the boy’s throat, covering the knife and Dazai in blood. You go limp against Chuuya, closing your eyes to prevent yourself from watching further as Q bleeds out from his sliced throat. 

You shove Chuuya off of you just as he wraps his arms around you for a hug now. You shake your head as you head up the stairs, a frown heavily etched on your face. “(Y/n)...” you hear him mumble, following after you. You hear another set of steps follow you and Chuuya’s after a moment, and your body goes tense. 

Just as you reach the entrance, something akin to a tentacle is wrapping around your throat. You cry out just as the tentacle silences you, picking you up and starting to throw you around like a ragdoll. 

“(Y/n)!” you hear two sets of voices scream. 

You’re suddenly thrown back to the moment when Atsushi was choking you. The anger in his eyes, the fear. You had no idea what was wrong with him other than the fact that he wasn’t acting like himself. He kept mumbling things, seeming to believe that you were the enemy. You couldn’t even use your ability against him, afraid that you’d hurt the poor man. That’s how you got into the situation. 

Unlike Atsushi though, this bitch can face your wrath. 

You use your ability against your opponent, causing him to grunt from the ground. You regain your ability to scream as you’re thrown into the building you came out of, the air leaving your lungs though as soon as you make contact. Feet pound towards you as they run at top speed, going from attacking the man to making sure you’re okay. You wheeze as you try to get your breath back, your hands holding your throat. 

“(Y/n)!” Dazai shouts, collapsing to the ground beside you and cradling your face in his hands. You’re getting deja vu.

“Are you okay?” he asks worriedly, looking from between your eyes to down at your neck. He lets go of your face to move your hands to assess the damage to your neck. 

“I’m fine,” you croak, gently pushing at his chest to get him to stop. 

“Grantors of dark disgrace…” Chuuya begins to chant as he starts to slip off one of his gloves. As soon as you hear that first word, your eyes are going wide. 

“Chuuya!” you shout, trying to gain his attention. 

“Now you’ve done it,” Dazai singsongs, smirking to himself. 

“Nakahara, stop!”

“You need not wake me again…” he finishes the chant before his ability is activated, red lines starting to appear all over his body. 

“Shouldn’t have messed with our (Y/n),” Dazai continues to singsong without a care in the world. You punch his chest–receiving an “ow!” in response from him–as you stand up and move towards Chuuya. 

“Nakah-”

Just before you reach him, he’s taking a step forward and causing a big crack in the earth around his feet, a gust of wind almost blowing you away. 

“What am I even looking at right now…?” You turn to find Steinbeck leaning against a tree. Oh, so that’s where he went. 

Before you can even blink, Dazai is coming up behind him and holding the bloody knife he used to kill Q up against the blond’s throat. “Want me to fill you in, worker bee?” Steinbeck gulps and turns his head a bit to look at Dazai over his shoulder. “That right there is the fully realized form of Chuuya’s gift. His corrupted form allows him to manipulate nearby gravitons, creating a black hole which swallows everything in its path. The drawback is he relinquishes control, attacking in a blind rage until he wastes away.” Dazai then pauses, the two men watching Chuuya attack the man-creature. 

“And do you want to know why Chuuya is doing this?” he whispers into the man’s ear. You’re close enough to where you can hear them and you can see Steingbeck’s eyes flicker to you before Dazai even speaks. Steinbeck doesn’t even get to nod or verbally answer before Dazai is continuing. “Do you see the person right here with us? The beautiful one glowing under the light of the moon?” You tense when the attention is suddenly brought to you, your cheeks turning to fire at Dazai’s description of you. 

Steinbeck tilts his head a bit and makes eye contact with you. You watch as his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, a drop of sweat sliding down his temple. He gives a faint nod, eyeing you for a moment. “Well, your partner here made the mistake of hurting them. You know, this knife I have pressed against you right now is bloody because I just got done killing someone who harmed them. Then, not five minutes later, your partner goes and makes the same mistake and does something similar that someone had done to (Y/n) before.” He sighs and clicks his tongue while shaking his head from side to side. “People just never learn.” 

“What does it matter if we hurt them or not? Y’all never got this worked up over other people!” Steinbeck mumbles, eyeing you warily as he speaks. He hisses when Dazai presses the knife even closer, a drop of blood gliding down his neck as Dazai presses the blade to his throat. 

“Ah ah, that’s where you’re wrong,” he advises. He sets his head on the blond’s shoulder, also beginning to study you now. His eyes are completely different from Steinbeck’s though. Dazai’s hold what they always hold for you when he looks at you, no matter his mood, no matter the situation. 

Adoration. Fondness. Love.

At least, you like to think it’s love. 

“(Y/n) isn’t just anyone. We both love them, you see,” Dazai confesses, looking away from you to continue watching Chuuya. Your jaw completely drops at this, your heart suddenly going into overdrive. He can’t be serious. “Typically, I’d never say this out loud, let alone to the enemy. I don’t like people knowing my weaknesses, and neither does Chuuya,” Dazai continues his confession. “But, seeing Chuuya how he is right now, I doubt either of you will live for much longer,” he finishes his thoughts, picking his head up just as his partner figures out that he needs to attack the monster from the inside to defeat it. 

He finishes with the man, blowing him to smithereens and almost blowing you away with it. Once the wind dies down, you open your eyes to find that Dazai has, once again, cut an enemy’s throat. You sigh and turn away, deciding you’ll deal with him later. 

You quickly start running towards Chuuya as he manically laughs, watching as blood drips from his mouth and head. He starts to throw balls of energy around, causing small explosions when they land. 

“Nakahara!” you scream as you near him. He suddenly freezes in place, the black hole he was forming in his hand dissipating at the sound of your voice. He turns around just as you launch yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly. 

There are only two things that can snap him out of this. Dazai’s ability and you. Not your ability. You. 

He’s stiff in your hold as you hug him, not back to himself yet. Your brows furrow when he pushes at your shoulders to get you to back up. Your eyes go wide when his lips are suddenly on yours, a gasp escaping you, to which he uses to his advantage to slide his tongue into your mouth. You taste the metallic of his blood, your hands pushing at his chest to no avail. 

You gasp again when he’s suddenly forced away from you, Dazai holding his wrist as he activates his ability. “Bastard,” he growls, glaring down at Chuuya. “You’re lucky I don’t beat you to hell for pulling a stunt like that-”

“He can’t control himself. You know that,” you remind Dazai as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand to clean Chuuya’s blood off of your lips. 

“He kisses you every time! How is that an accident!” Dazai snaps, glaring down at the redhead as his red lines finish receding. Chuuya grunts as he falls forward, only being held up by Dazai’s grip on him. 

You rush forward to catch him, letting him lean against you. “(Y/n)...” he mumbles into your collarbone. 

“I’m here,” you whisper back, smacking Dazai’s arm to get him to let him go. Dazai glares at you but let's go, placing his hands into his pockets. Chuuya grunts and collapses into your arms completely. You grunt right back at his weight and quickly lower yourselves to the ground. You even take it a step forward and lay back, Chuuya’s head resting on your chest. “I got you…” you whisper, staring up at the starry sky. He lets out a pleased sigh before going utterly limp against you. The last thing you see is Dazai standing above you with a disapproving look on his face before you close your eyes. 

*

When you wake up this time, it feels like deja vu again. You’re in the same room, in the same bed, with similar injuries, and with a worried brunet sleeping by your side. Only this time, he’s literally sleeping in the bed beside you instead of in the chair by the bed. 

Your face is pressed into Dazai’s chest and you can tell he’s asleep by his slow breaths. You wonder how long you’ve been out. Has Dazai been asleep long or did he do that thing where he worries about you so much that he can’t rest until he knows you’re okay and then passes out from exhaustion? 

Either way, you’re glad that you both were able to get some rest, even if it was accidental. You pull yourself back a bit to look up at him, noticing the few marks he has on him. Guess he didn’t get away scot-free either. 

You look up at his messy bedhead and want to touch his hair so badly. You remember what happened last time and decide not to wake him. You slowly back up and sit up, letting out a heavy sigh as you run your hand through your dirty hair. You could use a shower. 

Just as you’re about to get out of bed, a hand is grabbing your wrist, making you gasp. You swivel your head around to look at Dazai, only to find him seemingly still asleep. He looks like he’s asleep still, but you can tell he’s awake now. “Don’t leave me yet…” he mumbles, grip tightening on your wrist a tad. You sigh and lay back down, facing him and placing your arms between you both. 

He moves his grip from your wrist to your hand, intertwining your fingers. He opens his eyes and finally meets yours, a weight lifting from your shoulders when you see his brown eyes. You give him a soft smile, watching as he returns the expression. 

You watch as he opens his mouth, hoping he’s going to say something sweet and romantic. “Chuuya can suck it. I don’t see him sharing a bed with you,” he says with a pleased smirk. You scoff and let his hand go, rolling your eyes. 

“You’re such a child.” 

“Am not,” he argues with a pout. 

“Are too,” you argue right back. 

“Am not!” 

“Are too!”

“Then so are you!” he fires back, smirking at you. 

You open your mouth to retort before closing it again, squinting your eyes at the ex-mafia member. “Touché,” you cave, relaxing into the bed again. “But seriously, you two are like two friends fighting over your favorite toy,” you grumble. You purse your lips when he grabs ahold of your hand again. 

“First of all, we aren’t friends-”

You snort. “Yeah, okay-” you respond sarcastically. 

“Secondly,” he pauses, staring into your eyes, “You are our favorite toy.” He brings your hand to his face, kissing the back of it. “And I refuse to share,” he whispers decidedly, looking up from your hand to stare into your eyes with a determined look. 

“Don’t call me a toy,” you decide to respond with, ignoring the rest of his words. You also ignore the way your heart flutters at how possessive he is over you. He chuckles at that, shifting in the bed to get closer to you. 

“You started it,” he reminds. 

“Did not,” you defend. 

“Did too,” he coos, getting even closer. 

“Did not,” you mumble, his nose touching yours.

“Did too,” he whispers, breath fanning across your face. 

“Did-” your response is cut off by his lips meeting yours. You hum and lean forward, pressing your lips harder against his. His free hand comes up to cup your jaw, keep your head angled just right for him to kiss you. 

“Don’t let him kiss you again,” he whispers once you two pull away. 

“I’ll think about it,” you coo, winking at him. He glares at you, wrapping his limbs around you and clinging to you like a koala. 

“Fine. You can’t ever leave this bed then.” 

“Not even to pee?” you ask with a laugh. 

“Nope.” 

“What if I just invite Chuuya to this bed?” you argue with his logic. 

“I’ll kill the ugly bastard if he even thinks about setting foot into this room,” he decides, making you laugh. 

“Right, sure,” you say sarcastically, cuddling into him. 

“I will!” 

“Whatever you say, baby,” you concede, letting out a yawn. 

“Did you just call me baby?” he asks. 

You quickly close your eyes and let out a heavy breath, pretending to be asleep. “Hey,” he says as he pulls back a bit to look at you. “Hey! I know you aren’t asleep already!” he shouts, shaking you a bit. You whine and smack at his hands, burrowing closer to him and hiding your face in his chest. He huffs and lets your arms go to wrap his arms back around you. “You’re lucky you’re so damn cute,” he grumbles, pressing a kiss to your hairline. He rolls his eyes when he feels you smile into his chest. He knew you weren’t asleep. 

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