cellphone love story — osamu dazai

pairing: dazai x reader (gn) |wordcount: 2.5k (this was my personal hell)  | content & warnings: fluff, mentions of odasaku and very very very small mention of chuuya, more than friends less than lovers at the end (can also be interpreted as lovers, but that's just what i had in mind yall), brief mentions of drinking, light angst if you squint, not proofread its 5 am yall…. ; oneshot

a/n: sorry that i havent posted anything in the past few days (eight days to be exact i think..) i hope this will somehow make it up :,)

you can't keep count anymore.

this is the third - no, maybe fourth time today the unknown number has called you. at some point they have to realize that they’ve gotten the wrong number, right? 

it all started about one and a half weeks ago when you changed your phone number and received a new one. ever since that day someone has been continuously trying to call you. unfamiliar digits lit up on your screen as you were out with your friend, you ignored them, after all who were you to accept a call from an unknown number?

but, over the course of the evening the calls didn't stop, eerie and annoying ringtone constantly piercing through your ears until the calls took a halt at midnight. relief washing over you.

to your mishap the calls didn't stop there. sometimes they’d wake you up from a peaceful slumber, groggily pinching and rubbing your eyes before swiping the call away. other times your phone would ring at a work meeting where you had to awkwardly excuse yourself and turn off your phone.

admittedly, you're at fault for not blocking the number. all of your friends suggested that you should, reasoning it with the fact that the caller probably has some dirty schemes and motives and that you should just try and not get in touch with weird people like them. 

which brings you to your current predicament, sitting on the couch with your favorite show playing in the background as you text a friend, until a certain but familiar series of digits show up on your phone screen. do they never know when to stop?

⪩oneshot: Soulmates are meant to be with each other, even if death do them apart.

⪩pairing: Dazai x reader

⪩a/n: soulmate au where the soulmate will feel other's pain in form of flowers blooming in the hurt area

Nothing seemed to make Dazai happy. Sure the fake mask of his personality he wore everyday could deceive others, he could fool everyone but himself, and maybe his soulmate too. Dazai viewed it like a curse. Soulmates shouldn't exist in the first place. He couldn't help but empathize and feel sad for his soulmate, for every suicidal tactic he survived, his soulmate will be somewhere, getting hurt or injured by the flowers and thorns that grew. And yet, with no sign of revenge, his soulmate never sent him a flower when he sent a bouquet of them. Human mind is weird. Should he be happy about it? He didn't knew.

You were tired. You were so tired of this life, this soulmate link that existed between you and your soulmate. Whatever his job was, how could he be so reckless. At first, you thought maybe he is still in his teen spirit dirtbag era, but it wasn't the case. For every flower that bloomed on your skin left the scars of the openings. It pained a lot at first, but you got used to it. You wanted to end this connection. It was tiring for you. As you would sob about how tough your life get, another flower would bloom open in your arms, like a lover sending his love a bouquet of flowers. You would smile a little, maybe you weren't alone in the sufferings of this world, maybe your soulmate is too, and maybe, just maybe you both could fill the emptiness in your heart with each other.

You were walking on the street returning from your job when suddenly a sharp throbbing pain arises in your forehead. Did you forget to take your medicine? Is it because of you using your phone? Are you getting heartburn? What ever the reason was, it pained so much, it felt like someone wants to burst your head open with all the forces they got. You drop on your knees, holding the pain, it hurts so much, and you didn't even know what was the cause of that. People surrounded you, calling for an ambulance, and shifting you to a hospital. The last thing you remembered were the shocking faces of people and the concerned medical team trying to talk to you. And then, you lost consciousness.

Dazai was devastated, how could chuuya shoot his head thrice? "CHUUYAAA HOW COULD YOUUUU" Dazai whined, forgetting that his soulmate existed somewhere. Maybe he was selfish, maybe people would call him a person who lacked feelings, but did it matter when the world's fate was in his hands? Chuuya did nothing but shake his head in disapproval, as both of them were on their way to walk out of the prision. Dazai whistled led all his way walking, annoying chuuya every second he got. "Can you stop being annoying?" "Come on shorthat, we have been doing this since the long time" Dazai replied, his arm around Chuuya's shoulder as they walk, "Cant believe i still have to bend my knees to get to your height".

A brief moment of silence passed when Dazai wined in pain….No it wasn't the usual physical pain he felt for the first time, it was something intense and deep, an emotion he had never felt before….it felt like his soul would ripe apart if he breathe any longer and then he felt numb.

"Are you going to just stand still? we have the world to save you know?" Chuuya remarked, rolling his eyes as he opens the door stepping outside for others to see that infact they were alive. Dazai does nothing but remained silent at his remark, before walking out the door. Suddenly he felt something on his forehead, it was a withered leaf, sticking on his forehead. Maybe it came with the wind, yeah maybe.

His soulmate had died and it was way to long gone before he could have realized.

TAGLIST: @averagehisoilluenjoyer @high-on-dazai @ruru-kiss @kissesmellow21 @just2normalperson

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ENDING SCENE . . . dazai doesn’t know how to handle it when you get injured on a mission.

the only thing rarer than a night when dazai sleeps is a night when dazai dreams. 

his mind taunts him, conjuring scenarios of you making a wrong move. his fingertips reach out to grab you, always just a little too far away, or he doesn’t notice the gleam of a sniper until it’s too late. his job history only makes the visions all the more real. 

he’s been on the wrong end of a gun too many times to count, pulled the trigger himself even more, but seeing you with a barrel to your head is so irrevocably wrong, it always wakes him up with a racing heart unable to be slowed down by his usual tricks. he holds you as close as he can, until there’s no space left between your body and his; you’re real and you’re here, but it’s all just a reminder that sooner or later, you won’t be.

for the first time ever, dazai is in love, and that was an open invitation for the universe to rip you away from his grasp.

you never complain about the way he clings to you after. you let him lay against your chest and listen to the steady beat of your heart, waiting for his to fall into sync with it. your fingertips drag along his scalp and down his nape, grounding him back to earth with your touch. you whisper words so sweet he can taste them on his lips when he kisses you, and his heart races for an entirely different reason.

but then, it happens.

𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥

➤ 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

➤ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐬, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞… 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝? 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝.

➤ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

➤ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡-𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

FEATURING: dazai osamu

SUMMARY: you come across a suspicious figure laying unconscious on the beach near your apartment. concerned, and thinking that they might be dying, you bring them back to your apartment. a mistake, of course... or was it? {wordcount: 8k; fem!reader, sfw, romance}

ᡣ𐭩 ROMAN HOLIDAY

02. ACROSS THE UNIVERSE . . . dazai tries to make up for lost time by taking you out to dinner.

the walk from the elevator to dazai’s office is long. his footsteps are loud against the hallway floor, lined with armed guards who stand completely silent and still. they don’t dare to move a muscle as dazai passes them, his black coat fluttering behind him with every step he takes.

“gin-chan,” he calls as he nears his door, and the girl turns to him expectantly. he beckons her to follow him with a curved finger, and she trails behind him into his office. he stands before his floor to ceiling window, a glass wall that reveals all of the city. he looks out over yokohama’s skyline, buildings silhouetted against a clear blue sky, with his hands folded behind his back. “cancel any appointments i have scheduled for tomorrow. inform the executives i’ll be unavailable, too.”

she bows politely as he dismisses her with a lazy wave of his hand, watching her leave through the reflection of the glass, waiting to hear the soft click of his office’s mahogany doors closing behind her.

in the isolation of his office, a smile breaks out on his face. he collapses into his chair, cradling his cheeks in his palms, aching and rosy with joy. he couldn’t believe you agreed to go out with him; you always were too trusting, weren’t you?

01. ACROSS THE UNIVERSE . . . while reminiscing, dazai finds you again.

dazai knows this coffee shop.

it didn’t matter that he’d never set foot inside the building. it was all burned into his mind: the counters lined with expensive equipment and machines, perfectly washed white mugs next to paper ones with lids, the small tulip dining tables peppered around the floor and circled by wooden chairs, the scent of ground beans and homemade dough, freshly baked cookies and croissants enclosed by glass; most importantly, he remembered the ghost of your face, smiling at him from across the table.

he makes a point for his driver to go past it every day, even if it makes the route to headquarters take a few minutes longer, just to catch a glimpse of the white exterior and the fabric awning ruffling in the wind.

he never dared to go inside, until today.

Dazai Osamu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: making out (no smut), fluff, kisses, love and passion, cuddles.

WORDS: quite long?

EXTRA: it's just a moment of romantic making out between them, there's a lot of cute things and kisses, but it doesn't go beyond that. (english is not my first language, sorry if I wrote something wrong.)

SOULMATES

Dazai's face turned redder and he was blushing a lot. They were soulmates and he wanted to make sure that she knew how much he loved her.

Dazai: "We are made for each other… I would never leave you for anyone… I will always love you, Y/N… always."

He caressed her cheek and he leaned closer to her. He was happy to hear her say such words to him… and it made him love her even more…

Sitting on his lap

Requested ! [Bsd M.List]

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—DAZAI

" Belladonna, come sit on my lap~" Dazai had crooned to you, his cheeks tugging into a familiar expression of amusement. Before you could even protest, cotton hands and nimble fingers hooked around your waist, beckoning you close to his chest with just a couple of mere couple tugs.

" Osamu - you have work to do." You attempted, though you hardly resisted when you felt his chest press against your back, the tip of his nose nestling in your hair. And counterproductive to your words, habitually, you sunk into his embrace.

It didn't help that Dazai made quick work at finding purchase at your hips, running his index fingers over the clothed spot in a manner he knew would make you indulge to his needy touches. He chuckled as you exhaled deeply, surrendering to his actions.

❝you make me feel human ❞

synopsis: in which dazai confesses you make him feel human.

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

dazai osamu was many things; a living corpse, a flower born from darkness, a child crying in the dark... a disqualified human being. unlike humans, dazai wasn't able to find peace in breath-taking views and cozy weather. he didn't find joy in holidays with their sentimental values. in fact, dazai couldn't understand the value behind the act of living and wandered in the hope to find what he was so desperately looking for.

dazai's heart was too wounded to be worn on his sleeve. instead, he kept it hidden behind layers of cotton bandages. there was a certain comfort behind the thought of nobody being able to see him, to truly see him. it was lonely, cold, dull.. but it was safe and painless as well. after all, why would one want to increase their suffering?

to protect his heart, dazai osamu would not give anyone the power to break his heart ever again, not in the way it had been broken before. so why did he feel your eyes delicately unwrapping the bandages around his heart?

there was something about you, dazai was convinced of it. how come his heartbeat stayed silent when faced with death, but the moment he looked into your eyes, his heart trembled in fear or was it excitement? dazai, for the first time, couldn't tell.

it surely wasn't the last time you had disrupted his monotonous heartbeat. every time your soft fingers would touch his slender ones, a heated rush of excitement would shoot through dazai's veins. whenever you playfully ran those same fingers through his hair and spoke out a teasing remark, dazai struggled to hide his genuine smile behind a clownery grin.

you slowly approached the man covered in bandages: a pace so harmless, careful, and tender that even dazai himself was unaware of how attached he had gotten to your now-familiar presence. he started to wonder if your eyes always reflected the same warmth as that of the bright sun. did those eyes always see value in even the smallest creatures and objects? humans say the eyes are the gate to one's soul, so what did it mean when your eyes looked straight into his?

dazai could always count on you to take care of him after a suicide attempt went wrong; attempts that went wrong because the man in question knew it meant he would get to feel your hand on his shoulder, to hear you say that you'd always be there to catch him.

just like how dazai knew you'd always reply to him in the middle of the night; nights in which even his demons couldn't fall asleep, too busy haunting the memories that had once scarred a young boy's heart.

and just like that, dazai knew you'd play along with his clownery; a mask to hide his emotions and true intentions from others, an act to distance himself from the ones who dared to come close. nevertheless, you didn't shy away from him or his mischievous nature.

the mask that dazai wore so cautiously slowly started to crack in your presence. the feeling of being seen, truly seen, made dazai shake in fear as if you could figure out any minute he was not human. or perhaps, it reminded him of a dear friend who had been able to do the same.

however, history wasn't allowed to repeat itself. all things worth obtaining would be lost and if dazai would lose you, his heart might shatter beyond repair.

there was one thing the quick-witted detective failed to realize: dazai osamu was a selfish man and he longed for you, the one who tenderly caressed his heart.

OPULENT ENVELOP

VARIOUS CHARACTERS X GN!READER

GENRE: Fluff

WARNINGS: Slightly suggestive, making out

SUMMARY: How are their kisses like?

CHARACTERS: Fyodor, Dazai, Nikolai, Chuuya

ETHEREAL DEVOTION

VARIOUS CHARACTERS X GN!READER

GENRE: Fluff/Comfort

WARNINGS: Mentions of scars, kissing, Bram has his body, mentions of suicide attempts, slight manga spoilers(?) for Bram

SUMMARY: Kissing their scars while they are in your embrace.

CHARACTERS: Dazai, Bram, Tecchou, Chuuya

LUMINESCENT PETAL WALTZ

DAZAI OSAMU X FEM!READER

GENRE: Romance

WARNINGS: Kissing, established relationship, teasing, pet names, he calls you ‘good girl’ once, Dazai being completely enamored and in love 

SUMMARY: Dancing with Dazai under the night sky in the garden, the both of you falling in love all over again.

I recommend listening to Howls Moving Castle-The Flower Garden while reading during the dancing part:)

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PLAYING DANGEROUS

Jouno Saigiku x Fem!Reader

Genre: Romance/Fluff

Summary: Getting arrested by your old partner, unleashing your hidden desire for each other in the process.

Warnings: Spoiler for Jouno's backstory, crimes, tension, slow-burn(?), slightly suggestive at the end

2929 words.

Playing dangerous-Lana Del Rey

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AFTER AN ARGUMENT

DAZAI ー the longer the conversation went on, the more dazai’s face hardened; you could see the switch as soon as he realized you were genuinely upset with him and his sweet nothings wouldn’t get him out of it. for once, he has nothing to say as he quietly grabs his coat and leaves.

he comes back only when he knows you’ll be asleep. he brings a bouquet of flowers with him, only a little wilted from being carried around as he strolled through yokohama, waiting for time to pass before he returned home.

his stomach drops when he sees you’re on the very edge of his futon, as far as you can be from him. the question is on his mind, but he’s terrified of the answerーdo you really want to be away from me that badly?

CUPID'S CLASSROOM 101

𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Romance and Crack

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A guide on how to charm people made by the charismatic man himself, Dazai Osamu (feat. Atsushi)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mentions of suicide (ITS BECAUSE ITS DAZAI)😭