bingo, bingo, babyyyy

i love u, ain’t that crazyyyyy

i want u, i want u over againnnnn

Too Late~ Dazai Osamu

featuring:- PM!Dazai Osamu, gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned), Chuuya (briefly) warnings:- angst, hurt/no comfort, being hostage, mentions of torture in captivity, graphic mentions of blood and violence, major character death, lmk if i missed anything a/n:- im already sighing on looking at the warnings... it IS bsd i suppose.. well here's what im best at again, in a new fandom, so have some angst that is VERY late set some time before Odasaku's death

wc:- 2.5k || masterlist

Not many people knew what it was like to have known Dazai before he joined the Port Mafia. To be one of the few people who had been trusted by him. Keyword being ‘had’- for some, some unfathomable reason, he’d drifted away, leaving you behind, alone. Making you wonder if for some reason he wanted nothing to do with you anymore.

It hurt. It hurt that you could lose him so easily, despite having been with him throughout the years, making sure he knew that you would always be there for him, silently tending to him after yet another attempt. It hurt because you had no idea what you did wrong to push him away. It hurt because he didn’t care anymore, for you, for them, for your shared childhood. 

A fool could have probably known that you shouldn’t have gotten so close to the brunette, that he leaves nothing but a trail of suffering and sorrow in the wake of the people who dared to care for him. You, however, argued that he wasn’t like this before. At all. Again, a fool’s excuse.

Perhaps the Port Mafia had changed him, so much more than it changed you. Because now, he was completely unrecognisable, almost like he was a different person altogether. And you can’t help but dully wonder where the man you once knew almost inside out went, the man who once did his best to stay with you no matter what, when he abandoned you yet again during a joint mission ordered by Mori, citing some logical reasons of why it was better for you to not be with him during a mission. (Like always.) Not even bothering to get your opinion or response, something he never did before joining the Mafia.

You watch silently as the brunette slowly disappears into the horizon, leaving you behind. Again.

That night, as you return to your apartment alone once again, (Bittersweet memories surface in your mind- young Dazai cheerily walking you back home, laughing.), you get the distinct feeling that something is off. You are a mafioso after all, you need to have a keen sense for danger to be alive in this industry. You’re instantly on high alert, even though you look calm as always, with your hands in your coat pockets, ready to pull out your knives in a moment. But you still can’t sense anyone following you. Just to be sure, you take a detour home. 

You take a deep breath at the threshold of your door, relieved to be back here. That sense of danger wasn’t as prominent anymore, and you were dying to get some sleep in an attempt to get a certain brunette out of your mind. You’d deal with whatever the problem was tomorrow- you’d had enough today. You can’t help but smile forlornly as you walk into your dimly lit home-

-And then suddenly you’re falling, falling, into a void of darkness, surrounded by the people you care, by him, hurling words at you that stab you like a thousand knives in a nightmare, and dumbly you realise that you walked right into an ability user’s trap, before the unknown ability takes your consciousness, bringing a silent darkness and pain. 

*********

Mimic. A foreign organisation, a group of extremely skilled soldiers who sought the Port Mafia for unknown reasons. People who are willing to go to extreme lengths to get what they wanted- much like your own boss, really. And the ones who are your captors.

You can’t move, you’ve been chained. You assume that they want someone valuable to the Mafia as a hostage, and apparently you serve the purpose well. And dammit, you’ve been completely disarmed while unconscious, you can’t feel a single weapon on you. You’re alone, too, but there’s definite signs that someone’s been here, multiple times. There’s also an assortment of sharp weapons some distance away from you, and you think its cruel to leave them in your sight but out of reach. There’s no windows or openings either.

Footsteps echo outside the door of the room you’ve been kept in, breaking your survey of the room and your thoughts of escape routes. Two men walk in, dignified. It’s clear that they are war-trained soldiers. One of them stops talking with a grin, as he notices you awake.

**********

They want an individual from the Mafia on orders of their boss. They claim that Mori has been taking too long in making a decision, and they apparently hope their decision to take you captive will either force Mori to choose, or force you to give up the individual’s identity yourself in exchange for your freedom under pressure. But you can’t, won’t do the latter.

Because the individual they want is Oda Sakunosuke, Dazai’s new best friend, and you know damn well that he would utterly despise you if you gave up his identity, if you took away the one who gave him his reason to smile these days. Bitter thoughts cloud your mind, of how he abandoned you completely over some new friends, and you wonder if it would be better to just tell them. But then, your mafia sense kicks in, reasoning that if Mori doesn’t want his identity to be revealed yet, then you're probably as good as dead if you choose for him instead and return alive. (You would later realise that this thinking, too, was planned out by Mori, that bastard.) Your captors let hints slide that they’ll let your absence build up for a while, then let the Mafia know of your being their captive. Hopefully they do something. 

You’ll just have to do your best to get out of those damn bonds by then, or survive till then. This was a very convenient time to wish that Dazai had taught you his little trick on how to unlock handcuffs, you think wistfully.

*********

As it turns out, surviving is an extremely hard thing to do after a few days have passed since Mori was apparently informed about the news of your captivity. Mori still hadn’t responded with his decision. Proof being the various cuts and bruises littering your skin already, a few small bloodstains already on the wall and floor. Not too much. Yet. They were intent on forcing your answer out of you, and clearly wouldn’t mind going to extremes for it.

You did your utmost to not make a single reaction when the knife pierced through your skin again, despite the pain that shot through your body for the umpteenth time. Unfortunately, you were well trained on how to not divulge information in captivity- after all, the Port Mafia really couldn’t risk their insider secrets getting out. 

You were still intent on escaping, on getting out. You still had a flicker of hope in you, that someone would come for you, that he might come for you, despite the past few days proving fruitless. You refused to give up yet. You still believed in him, in them, that you wouldn’t be abandoned so easily by your kin.

‘Such a naive belief’, you would dully think some days later.

********

Hope seemed like such a foolish thing now. You had lost track of time in the room without windows. No idea of how many days or weeks had passed. They weren’t coming for you. Of course they weren’t. You weren’t that important anyways, easily replaceable. Casualties happened often, what did it matter if someone died by being taken hostage? You truly attempted to free yourself, many times. You never succeeded, and each time you only received more wounds as punishment. Your captors were merciless, to say the least.

Wounds. That seemed like a small word to use at this point, with how battered and bruised you were. Your clothes were bloodsoaked, and you’d lost count of the number of scars and cuts you’d gained from your captors a long while ago. You could sense they were getting extremely frustrated by the lack of response. You didn’t mind, you didn’t care. You’d even stopped screaming when they cut you particularly deep- you just didn’t have any strength left in you at all. You passed out a few times from extreme blood loss. You could almost hear Mori in your mind, scolding you to get up already. 

Mori. Of course, everything was probably a part of his heartless plans, fully willing to use any number of pawns for their execution.

At this point, you just wanted to be put out of your misery.

Your wish was granted some time- days?- later.

*******

Dazai was initially relieved when you didn’t show up to your next joint mission. He wouldn’t have to ensure your safety and hide his feelings again. But he’d quickly figured out that something was wrong when you didn’t show up again, and again, and you were nowhere to be seen around the Port Mafia buildings either. He’d gathered up the courage to go to your apartment, but had immediately sensed the ability at the entrance and deactivated it. That was what confirmed it for him, and finally, he allowed himself to feel fear for his childhood best friend. For you.

He was well aware that he didn’t deserve to, after how terribly he treated you in an attempt to protect himself from his emotions. His only defence was that he was afraid of hurting you- he knew his reputation well. But that didn’t matter right now- he had to find you. Except not a single person had a clue of your whereabouts. The only person he hadn’t questioned yet was Mori. 

Somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to go beyond the doors of Mori’s office. He was scared. Scared of what he’d find.

Again, that would prove to be one of his biggest mistakes, when Kouyou grimly approached him, having accidentally obtained information about you that she wasn’t even supposed to know in Mori’s office. Kouyou cared for you enough to let Dazai know of your situation.

Dazai felt sick to the core when he saw the single picture attached in the message Kouyou sent him, along with a decision to choose between you and the future-seeing ability user- Odasaku. His heart dropped into his stomach even more when he saw that the last message was a few days ago. What if-?

No. Dazai refused to think of that possibility. He’d track down the source of that picture, he’d hunt them down, make them regret their decision, and he’d get you back. He’d make sure of it. He had too many apologies he owed to you after all, even if they would never make up for all that he’d done. He would.

*******

You were surprised that their boss hadn’t shown up to interrogate you yet. You simply stared hollowly at the walls as the door slammed open and the highest-ranked individual in the facility walked in, knife in hand. 

Not a single piece of information slipped past your mouth, as he went through the routine torture process. 

Time passes, and you can see that he’s grown extremely frustrated with your lack of response. One of the others standing at the door, watching your misery, suggested that he simply kill you and get it over with. It was pointless to keep you around anymore.

‘Finally’ you think darkly. You didn’t think you could hold out for much longer. 

You close your eyes, not wanting to see your killer. Instead, you remember the people you care for, silently apologising to them for giving up. Somewhere, in the background, you hear the distant noises of shouting. Probably some of the other soldiers playing cards or something again.

Despite you willing yourself to not make a sound, a shattering scream tears itself out of your throat when you feel the knife harshly stabbed straight into your heart. Your killer twisted it roughly- another scream, your last- and then pulled the knife out. 

You feel yourself fall forward, double in on yourself, wrists held back to the wall. The agony is excruciating, but hopefully it won’t last long. To you, it feels as if your screams are echoing in the room, or maybe in your mind, and your vision has gone blurry in pain. But then, you realise through your numb haze that your screams do not sound like that- you’ve heard the sound enough.You realize that maybe someone has attacked your captors.

There’s a terrified shout mixed in all the clamor, and its a voice that you would recognise anywhere. ‘But there’s no way’, you think hollowly. No one cared enough to come for you.

Then you feel yourself falling forward suddenly, blood gushing out from your chest, into someone’s familiar arms as your eyes close. The handcuffs are gone. Faintly, you hear a voice- his voice- through the ringing in your ears, saying something unintelligible to you. You can’t understand what's being said, but you struggle to open your eyes one last time to see.

And somehow, Dazai is there, holding you tightly, eyes full of panic and terror, everyone else in the room crushed to the ground. He’s saying something worriedly to someone behind him- Chuuya. You briefly wonder if you’re hallucinating, but decide against it- this all feels too real. This must have been the shouts in the distance.

They came for you. In the end, they came, albeit a bit too late. You feel yourself being lifted, and then Dazai is running out, holding you carefully as if you could break any moment- you’re already broken though. You feel the cool night breeze for the first time in ages, see the beautiful moon again. A small smile rests on your lips as you feel yourself finally fall limp in his arms. ‘He still looks as pretty as before, and maybe, just maybe, he still cares for you’, is what you think.

You shut your eyes again, surrendering yourself to the darkness beyond the agony.

********

Horrified is much too mild a word to use, when he sees your condition. When he sees you being stabbed in front of his eyes, when you fall limp in his arms. The next moments are a panicked blur, Chuuya saying something to take you somewhere, that he’ll handle this place. He runs straight out, towards the Mafia building, towards the doctors, towards the hospital, anywhere, anywhere you can be saved. 

But its already too late, he knows it when you don’t move in his arms anymore, when your bleeding chest doesn’t rise and fall again, and he doesn’t know what else to do apart from screaming in sorrow and fear, because he’s just lost the one person who understood him like no one else, who cared for him like no one else, who he stupidly pushed away, and its all because of him. He falls to his knees, still clutching your lifeless, bleeding body. Your face had a hint of a smile in your last few moments, and that is what finally breaks him. All he can do is cry out apologies continuously, tears freely streaming down his face, for everything he’s done wrong, for how he’s treated you, for being too late to save you.

— 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖘 𝖒𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐 ₊˚⊹

pairing: osamu dazai (bungou stray dogs) x fem!reader

content warning(s): not-safe for work content, semi-public, dacryphilia, alcohol consumption, fingering, associations of gluttony with love, teasing, mutual praise, hickies, nicknames (belladonna, baby, good girl, love)

word count: 1.4k

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The heat at a company holiday party turns up as a certain brunette decides he wants to have a little fun. Let's hope that no one hears you two.

Snowflakes wore from overlapping clouds, drizzling down onto those that wandered the darkening streets, only aided by flickering street lamps as they made their way between parties and dinners. For many, it was the last day of the work season until the upcoming year, which had to be celebrated with a round of drinks and laughter between co-workers.

The members of the Armed Detective Agency were no different. While they would be on call throughout the festive season, most gifted criminals tended to take the period to rest and refresh themselves. But in celebration of their brief break, the ADA decided to partake in a couple of typical organization shenanigans — specifically booze and screaming.

Yosano was slurring the lyrics of a popular love song, her voice hoarse with the spicy whiskey, leaning against a rigged Kunikida, who screamed at the over-affectionate siblings canoodling in the corner. Kyoka was sitting atop a desk, drinking her non-alcoholic juice while dealing cards in a game with Atsushi and Kenji, who were both squinting at the lengthy rule sheet about the game. Ranpo attempted to explain it to them but quickly gave up as it went over their heads. And Fukuzawa was in the center of it all, drinking a simple saki as he enjoyed the buzzing life of his agency.

But instead of engaging with your other co-workers, you were trapped in a corner, entangled in the arms of the agency's resident suicidal maniac. He was hot despite the frost growing outside. His breath against your skin made the hair on your neck stand up, his nimble fingers trailing dangerously near the hem of your shirt.

You muffled a gasp as he pressed his lips against the start of your spine — he was acting as sloppish as a drunk, but his glass remained filled. It seemed he was intoxicated by something much more sensual this winter evening.

"Dazai," you scolded in a whisper, hands squeezing his own to prevent them from traveling further. 

"Shh, belladonna," he whined, resting his chin against your shoulder as he stared up with a pouted lip. "You're being too loud. We'll get caught."

"We wouldn't get caught if you would stop."

He raised a brow. "Do you want me to stop?"

You froze as his fingers drew circles into the sensitive dips of your waist, knowing the shot of sweet liqueur in your system wasn't the cause for the warmth pooling between your legs. His large hands cupped your hips as you ceased resistance to his advances, melting into his saccharine kisses with little shame.

"Hmm," he hummed, his teeth teasing your skin, eyes narrowing with the mischievousness of a cat as you squeezed his fingers in a tremouring grip, the whispers of a whimper swallowed down your throat. 

The detective interrupted your sensual cuddling as he stood up. You stared from below with a tilted frown, only for him to hush you with a smirk as he dragged you into the storage room.

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…

YOURS (NSFW) || OSAMU DAZAI

↳ PAIRING: Osamu Dazai x F! Reader (she/her)

↳ TYPE: one-shot

↳ WORD COUNT: 2.1k

↳ WARNINGS: terrible writing and grammar errors, NSFW, unprotected sex

↳ SYNOPSIS: Port Mafia's strongest executive has a soft spot for you.

↳ AUTHOR’S NOTES: i suck at writing nsfw, anyways. this is for @sonder-paradise because like, idk, smut. heh. this is so bad, i am sorry in advance, i wrote this pretty fast.

Patching You Up (Pt. 2)

Pairing: Reader x Dazai Osamu

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Trigger Warning: Violence, Talk of Assault

Dazai tracks down the lowlife who dared to hurt his love, with his old partner. Chuuya sees her as a sister and is enraged when he finds out how she was hurt. The attacker is left wishing he hadn’t laid a hand on anyone.

Masterlist

This is a Part 2 to the ever popular ‘Patching You Up’ fic. Enjoy some Dazai and Chuuya protective interactions!

“He did what?!” Chuuya stops walking abruptly, his hands balling into fists.

Dazai shrugs, glancing over his shoulder, but not stopping. “Didn’t know you were going deaf-”

“Shut up!” Chuuya seethes, picking up the pace again. How dare this lowlife lay his hands on Y/N. He despised Dazai, yes, but Y/N? She was another story. The first time he’d seen her with Dazai in public, he had jeered at the guy, and Y/N had surprisingly stood up for him, insulting him back. 

From then on, they’d gotten on surprisingly well. She wasn’t as annoying as Dazai, even if the guy was there, glued to her side 90% of the time. When the Port Mafia and the ADA had been asked to work together, they had made a pretty good team and eventually, Chuuya had begun to see her as someone to protect. 

The instinct to protect her wasn’t the same instinct he harboured towards Dazai. No, that was more of a ‘We’ve begrudgingly known each other for so long and I trust you, and if someone’s going to hurt your annoying ass it’s going to be me.’ Needless to say, Chuuya was more than infuriated when Dazai had told him why exactly he was out at 2am and why the hell he looked like he was back to his mafia days.

“What’s with the coat?” 

“Oh this?” He looks down in thought. “Coincidence, I guess.” He smiles, and Chuuya can see right though the faux mirth. 

Dazai stops in front of an alleyway abruptly and Chuuya halts as well. Glancing into the darkness, he Dazai spots a glint of metal, followed by a figure that emerges. 

Chuuya’s eyes widen, not in surprise, but because of the blinding smile that crosses Dazai’s face. 

It was him. He matched what Dazai had described to him exactly, down to the filthy brown hair, shabby attire and green eyes. He can tell Dazai has realised it too.

“Hand over your wallet, now.” The man, says, brandishing his knife, looking between the two other men. Dazai glances at him and Chuuya nods, taking the silent request to not intervene. 

He decides to forgo the complaint of Dazai ordering him around, only because he knows that Dazai can raise more hell than he would. And he was looking forward to seeing this guy suffer. 

“My wallet?” Dazai says, turning towards the man with a smile. “I’m afraid I don’t carry cash with me, but I do have something better.”

The man scowls and attempts to say something, but Dazai starts walking towards him, backing him back into the alley. 

“What are you doing? Stay back!” The look in Dazai’s eyes is not a kind one, contrasting the peppy smile he dons on his face. “Are you fucking blind? I have a knife, I’ll kill you, stop!” 

Chuuya snorts in amusement, and the man glances to the left to see the redhead leaning against the wall inside the alley, arms crossed, completely relaxed. Why the hell weren’t these idiots scared? “Kill us, huh?” Chuuya says, not moving.

By now, the three of them are deep inside the alley, shrouded from the eyes of anyone else. Although the man is the one holding the weapon, Dazai is the one in control. His very presence makes the hair on the back of the mans neck stand up. 

“What’s your name?” Dazai’s voice, clear and commanding rings through the closed space, making the man jump.

“M-my name? Are you fucking insane? Why would I-” He’s cut off with a yelp as Dazai kicks him in the knee, grabbing his hand and easily disarming him, tossing the knife over his shoulder. It lands near Chuuya, who leans down and grabs it, bringing up up to inspect the blade. The man is thrown onto the ground onto his stomach, Dazai pinning his arm behind his back. 

“Now now, don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” He grabs the mans hand, and starts bending two of his fingers backwards, humming when the man lets out a choked cry. “Your name?”

“H-Haruto!” The pressure eases up and the man, Haruto, breaths a shaky sigh of relief. What the hell was going on?

“Good! See, that wasn’t so hard, Haruto.” The name leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. “We’re going to have a little talk, now, and I suggest you play along. I’m going to assume you value your fingers?” Dazai says. The man nods and Dazai pats his back with his other hand and gets off Haruto. 

Dazai dusts himself off and takes a few steps back. “So you are capable of a civil conversation!” He barely gets time to finish his sentence, before Haruto scrambles off the ground and lunges at Dazai, making a move to attack him.

The man in question clicks his tongue in disappointment and before Haruto can lay a hand on Dazai, he’s sent flying back into the alley wall, the stone cracking under the pressure. He coughs and slides down the stone with a groan, slumping onto the floor. 

“Chuuya! I knew you were guard dog material! Look at you, coming to save your owner-”

“Keep talking and you’ll be the next one to crack stone.” Chuuya yells, glancing at him with a scowl. Dazai mimes zipping his mouth shut with an over exaggerated movement. 

“What-…who the fuck are you?” Haruto croaks, trying to stand, but falling back down.

“Heard of the mafia?” Chuuya comments, tugging on his gloves, adjusting them, a smirk on his face when Haruto’s eyes widen in panic. 

“The…the mafia?! I didn’t-you…” 

“Don’t go scaring him with that, Chuuya!” Dazai sighs, walking towards Haruto and kneeling down in front of the guy, who is now shaking and trying to back away, His back hits the wall. there’s nowhere to run. 

“Ah, don’t fret, the mafia wants nothing to do with you trust me…though by the end of it, you may wish it were them.” he mutters the last part to himself.

“Wha-”

“I’m actually here to talk business, I’m afraid.” Dazai explains, and if it weren’t for the cruel and unforgiving look in his eyes, Haruto would have assumed this guy was trying to help him. 

“See, I was in the kitchen today a few hours ago-”

“Hurry up, no one wants to hear the beginning-” Chuuya starts to complain but is cut off by Dazai continuing on. He debates speaking again, but the fear and increasing confusion in the mans eyes stops him. 

“-making dinner to surprise my lovely girlfriend,” Dazai is now sitting cross legged in front of Haruto, “and really, she’s a beauty and I love her to death…the best thing that’s ever happened to me-”

“What are you talking abo-”

“Anyway! Imagine my surprise when I hear the door open and in stumbles my beautiful partner, covered in bruises and blood.” His voice drops slightly, becoming colder. It sends a shiver down Haruto’s spine. “Instead of the lovely dinner I had planned, I spend the next few hours holding her as she cries and cleaning her wounds, bandaging her up and holding her as she falls asleep, very much in pain.”

Dazai sighs, shaking his head. “You may be acquainted with her.” He proceeds to give a small description of her, his anger returning as Haruto’s eyes widen, clearly remembering the encounter.  

There’s a beat of silence. 

“I don’t know-” He gasps as a knife, his own knife sails past his face, embedding itself millimetres next to his face. It nicks his ear as it whizzes past. 

“I didn’t come here to waste my time. Hurry the fuck up.” Chuuya scowls, crossing his arms. 

“I-”

“You did it.” Dazai states, his voice cold and furious, the sudden change in tone startling Haruto. “It’s written all over you face.”

“S-so what if I did? It’s already been done! you should have seen the way she screamed when I-” 

Maybe it was an attempt to get some semblance of power back, or maybe the man was just rambling, but either way, it was the wrong thing to say. Dazai’s eyes flash and whatever Haruto was about to say next is drowned out by his own scream of pain, loud and shrill, echoing off the walls. 

The sharp, clean ‘snap’ explains three of the mans fingers, which are bent at unnatural angles. 

“You’re…insane!” Haruto yells in pain, cradling his arm to his chest. 

“I found hand shaped bruises around her neck, you know.” Dazai say, matter of factly, his tone still the same. Haruto is yanked up by the collar of his shirt and slammed against the wall. He lets out a yelp as his head slams against the stone. One of Dazai’s hands wrap around is throat, the only thing keeping his held up.

“Tell me, Haruto, how hard would I have to press to leave bruises?” He tilts his head questioningly, and Haruto, as he claws at the hand, is pretty sure Dazai is insane. “I’m sure you know! Would I have to block your windpipe? Or maybe the body is more delicate than one thinks?” He hums in thought. 

Haruto, at this point, is desperately trying to breathe. “I’m sorry!” He wheezes out. Dazai cocks his head to the side.

“I didn’t catch that, sorry?”

“I’m sorry! I won’t touch her, anyone, I won’t touch anyone again, I’m sorry!” Haruto cries, pleading with Dazai. Dazai mulls over the apology for a few minutes, before sighing and letting go, dropping the lowlife onto the ground in a heap. 

While the man is gulping down lungful’s of fresh air, Dazai dislodges the knife Chuuya had thrown earlier. 

“I’m not the one you should be apologising too, y’know?…Oh, you think we’re done?” Dazai chuckles, humourless, kicking the man in the side as he tries to scramble away. 

The man coughs and looks around frantically, meeting Chuuya’s eyes, a silent plea for help. Chuuya just smirks and shakes his head.  

“That was just for the handprints. You still have to atone for the cuts and bruises. I’m sure you know how many there were.” 

He brings up the knife with an emotionless smile.

Dazai stands in their living room, staring at his black coat. It was stained with blood. He doesn’t regret anything he did today. Not at all. He tosses the coat out. There was no use trying to salvage it, even if blood was hidden easier on black.

“Osamu?” The sleepy voice prompts him to look up, setting the towel he was drying his hands on down. 

“You’re awake, love? You should be sleeping!” He says, a soft smile on his face and he makes his way towards her. She falls into his open arms, nuzzling against him and sighing. 

“You weren’t there.” Y/N mumbles sleepily. She yawns and Dazai’s smile widens at how adorable she is. 

“I’m back now.” He says quietly as he leads her back to their bedroom, carefully helping her lay back down. He takes his rightful place next to her and pulls her to his chest, careful to avoid her injuries. 

“Are you hurting anywhere?” He asks, running his hands through her hair. She yawns again, shaking her head.

“Can’t tell…too…tired.” She mumbles, smiling when she feels him press a kiss to her forehead.

“Sleep, then. You don’t want to end up tiny like Chuuya, do you?”

“I don’t think sleep and…and height have…have any correlation.” She mutters, on the verge of sleep.

“Of course they do! Trust the person who’s tall. I’ve got life experience, my love.” He chuckles, seeing her eyes slip shut and her breathing even out.

“…Love you.” It’s almost inaudible, whispered against him.

“And I love you.” He responds quietly, letting himself close his eyes too.

She was safe. She was safe and he’d make sure it stayed that way. His arms tighten around her protectively as he feels the rough texture of the bandages brush against his skin. 

He swears it.

(15/07/2021)

Patching You Up

REQUEST:

How would dazai react if his female s/o got home crying with ripped clothes and bruises after being assaulted? Scenarios or imagines pls

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Pairing: Reader x Dazai Osamu

Genre: Hurt/Comfort; Angst to Fluff

When Dazai sees the love of his life walk through the door of their home bruised and bloody, he’s left stunned. He hasn’t felt this much rage in a while. The agency won’t do for this kind of hunt, so he calls the other person he can rely on. Chuuya. He’s that serious.

Masterlist ; Part 2

Note: I changed the prompt to make it a little less triggering, but it’s still the same idea.

The click of the door prompts Dazai to put the plates he’s holding on the table and walk over to peer into the living room with a smile.

“Welcome home, love-…” He trails off, the smile slipping off his face as he takes in a sight he never wanted to be a reality.

Y/N, his girlfriend, the love of his life, one of the only things that shows him how wonderful life can be, stands there bloody and bruised.

She’s leaning heavily against the doorframe, the keys she used to open the door slipping out of her shaking hands and onto the floor with a clatter. Her clothes are torn and blood drips on the floor from multiple open wound cuts over her body. They look like they’ve come from…a blade? She had bruises all over her body, all of them fresh and turning sickening shades of yellow and purple.

What infuriates Dazai the most, though, is the large bruise on her neck, clearly shaped like a hand print.

She starts crying when she sees Dazai, stumbling on her feet a little as she tries to reach him. Her cries snap Dazai out of his daze and he quickly rushes forward and catches her just as she collapses.

“D-Dazai!” She gasps in between her cries and his arms tighten around her. He’s still wide eyed and he carefully pulls away to properly look at her, his gaze turning critical.

“You…what happened?” His voice is gentle, but firm. She shakes her head, still crying and Dazai moves them, still on the floor, so he’s holding her more comfortably against his chest. Y/N buries her face into his shirt, her right hand gripping the fabric tightly. Dazai clenches his jaw and swears he’s going to rain hell upon whoever dared to hurt her.

Dazai stays there and holds her, occasionally rocking her and whispering soothing words of reassurance in her ear.

“You’re safe now.”

“I won’t let anyone hurt you. I’ll fix this, I promise.”

“You’re okay, darling, I’ve got you.”

“I love you.”

Her sobs finally die down to small sniffles, but the grip on his shirt stay as strong as ever. She lets out a shaky breath and tries pulling away, but is stopped by Dazai’s hand on her back.

“There you go.” He says, but when Y/N glances up, his expression is anything but smiling. “How about you tell me what happened, hmm?”

He cups her face in his hand and gently moves her away so he can meet her eyes. When his gaze slips down to her neck, Y/N sees anger flash through his eyes.

She takes a deep breath and start recounting what happened. She tells him how she’d been walking home and someone had grabbed her and dragged her into an alleyway. She had been too stunned to fight back at first, and by the time she caught her bearing, the guy had her pinned to the wall by her throat, taking out a switch knife and demanding she give him her belongings. When she refused to give them to him, he had decided to ‘teach her a lesson’.

“He…he thought I had passed out and left. I’m sorry.” She finishes, shuddering and dropping her gaze to the floor. He doesn’t let her, tilting her chin and up and fixing her with a fiercely determined look.

“You shouldn’t be apologising. Ever.” He states, leaning forward and kissing her gently, as to not aggravate her injuries. “He’s the one who’ll be apologising.” He smiles.

“What-”

“Putting that aside.” he cuts her off. “I’m going to clean you up, first, alright?” He stands and holds out a hand. Y/N nods, grabbing his hand, already dreading having to walk. She feels horrible and everything hurt. Before she can haul herself to her feet however, Dazai’s already on it. He pulls on her hand and sweeps her into his arms, taking the both of them into their bedroom. He places her gently onto their bed, helping her sit up and waving her weak protest of getting blood on the sheets away.

“Stay there now, love.” He ruffles her hair, before going to fetch the first aid kit from the bathroom.

His fist slams against the counter, and Dazai has to take to take a few deep breaths to keep himself from losing himself to the absolute fury bubbling inside him. How dare someone hurt his love. How dare they lay a hand on someone so precious to him.

He slowly lets go of the counter, and grabs the first aid kit, going back to the room. His heart breaks a little when he sees her curled into a ball, her head hung between her knees. 

“Let’s get you patched up!”

He pretends not to notice when she flinches at his sudden voice, instead focusing on laying out the material he needs, humming a random song. 

He holds a bottle of antiseptic and holds out a hand asking her for her arm, where one of the bigger cuts is. She obeys, sitting there in silence as he cleans and bandages her wounds. Dazai makes up for her lack of words with his own, occasionally commenting on how beautiful and strong she is, and how she’s lucky she has such an awesome ‘nurse’.

“I could be a nurse, y’know.” He says while wrapping a bandage around her right shoulder. 

“You’d be too unreliable.” She replies, cracking a small smile at the offended sound he makes. 

“Unreliable but handsome. Everyone would ask for me, regardless of how hypothetically ‘unreliable’ I was!” The small giggle it elicits calm his boiling blood for a few minutes. 

The last bandage is secured around her calf and Dazai finally put the supplies away, sitting back to look at her again. She seems to be lost in thought, a little too quiet than what Dazai is used too.

She used to fill the room with brightness, her very presence blinding, but now, she’s quiet and almost meek. Dazai doesn’t like it. Once he finds who the hell put out her light…well…

Her fingers run over the rough fabric, stopping over the bruises still peeking. The bandages were perfectly wrapped and she finds that a little sad. How much had Dazai been through to perfect this?

“We match now.” Y/N says quietly, finally meeting his eyes.

No.

That’s not what he wanted. That’s never what Dazai’s wanted. He’s always wanted to protect her, to never let her get hurt or go through the same things he has. He’s already failed.

The idea of them matching over something so sick, and the thought of her going through what he did makes him recoil, feeling a little sick. 

“Yeah. We match.” He smiles, despite himself, because she already has enough to worry about. “Are you up for eating anything? I didn’t set the kitchen on fire this time, I swear!” That earns him a small smile and a shake of her head. 

“Alright, then. Time for the most important part to recovery.“ He sighs, settling in beside her and carefully pulling on her arm until the both of them are under the covers together. Dazai’s arms around her are protective and safe. 

“What…important?”

“Very important.” He agrees. “I’ll let you absorb my love to heal your wounds quicker.” 

“Absorb your love? I don’t think that’s how it works.” She laughs a little, relaxing, feeling so unbelievably safe and relieved. Dazai would protect her. She trusted him with her life, after all. 

“I don’t make the rules, love.” He sighs dramatically. “How do you think I get better so quickly when you patch me up, hmm?”

“You have a point.” She yawns, eyes slipping shut. She was exhausted, emotionally and physically. She just wanted today to be in the past already, wanted to forget. 

Dazai hums in agreement. “I love you.” Y/N barely has time to nod, before she’s asleep, steadily breathing against him, the way his hand runs through her hair and the soothing hum of his voice lulling her to sleep.

He doesn’t move for  while, just holding her to himself, assuring himself of her presence. After about half an hour, he sighs, carefully moving from under her and standing up. He looks over at her for a few seconds, taking in her alive, sleeping figure and finally allows himself to ball his hands into fists. Leaning down, he brushes a strand of hair away from her forehead and presses a kiss to the bruised skin. 

“I’ll be right back, my love.” He says tenderly, before pulling the sheets up to her shoulders and shrugging on a random coat from their closet.

As he walks out the front door, making sure he lock it behind him, he pulls out his phone an dial a number.

Although he doesn’t need help for what he’s about to do, it doesn’t help to have someone else to stop him from being too…drastic.

The agency wouldn’t do for this job, no, so he calls the other person who he knows would be reluctantly willing to accompany him. The one person he knows who wouldn’t stop him. He holds the phone against his ear.

“The hell do you want-”

“Remember that alleyway on the 5th? Be there in 10 minutes.” He hangs up, shoving the device in his pocket and starts walking. His blood is boiling and he can’t remember the last time he’s felt this pissed off. Dazai would make sure this guy regretted even being born. He entertains the ways he’ll use to come to a…compromise. He’d ensure this person wouldn’t be able to look anyone in the eyes for as long a he lived.

The person on the other end clicks his tongue in annoyance, but in already half way out the door. He knows Dazai’s not messing around by cold fury laced into his tone. 

Chuuya checks his belongings, before stepping out into the cool air. When he finally sees Dazai, he does somewhat of a double take.

The coat Dazai is wearing is mafia black.

(29/06/2021)

@missrown​ (have fun with this one :) )

↻ MAKING OUT WITH THEM ?!

dazai —

Dazai Likes People

Ok. So this is probably not the analysis you think it is. I'm not going to talk Dazai's dynamics with specific characters - I think that's better suited to personal interpretation and I've kind of already gone over my thoughts on Dazai's close relationships starting with this analysis here.

Instead, this is more about Dazai's thoughts on human beings in general, which, admittedly, can be a little hard to parse. There's a variety of thoughts on this amongst the fandom, ranging from the one extreme of "he loves people" to the other "he doesn't care at all".

This is merely my own thoughts on the matter. I don't know if this fully counts as an analysis, but I hope it at least sparks some discussion or helps piece some things together.

As you might've gathered from the title, I lean towards the idea that he likes people. There's always been things he's liked about people, as a matter of fact, but I think the nature of what he likes about them has changed across his development.

In fact, I would go so far as to say that Dazai's development as a character is, rather than a behavioural shift, instead based on his changing perception of human nature, and the value found in human connection. His methods are largely similar, however, the thought behind them and the direction they're given is different.

I'm going to be jumping around a bit with the timeline, so here's the core ideas in advance just so it's easier to follow.

Dazai x reader

“Her? Mhm, well….”- Dazai itches his head, shifting his gaze to the floor. - She is nice. Yeah, nice.”

Atsushi and Kunikida raise their eyebrows as the bandaged brunette seemed to avoid a simple question:

Do you like Y/n?

“I mean, we don’t doubt her niceness, what we’re asking is if you fancy her by any chance?”- Oh, Kunikida was enjoying too much what seemed to have turned into a silly interrogation. He fixes his glasses with a smirk, leaning over Dazai’s shoulder:

“She’s totally your type, isn’t she?”

Dazai sighs, shaking his head with a vague smile.

“Just because Kunikida-kun doesn’t have an interesting love life it doesn’t mean you have to start investigating mine.”- he claims with a silly voice, once again provoking his colleagues’ nerves as Atsushi could have sworn he heard Kunikida’s glasses break as he grabs Dazai by the collar of his shirt, whispering all sort of funny insults, to which Dazai is completely immune by now.

“Kunikida-san, perhaps Dazai-san is not comfortable talking about his relationship with Y/n. Perhaps it is better to leave him be haha.”- Atsushi claims with a weak smile, trying to calm the chaotic situation.

Dazai sighs, rubbing his temple then explains:

“Look, to extinguish your curiosity, there is absolutely nothing going on between me and her. Are you blind to fail to see that she has no interest whatsoever in me? Plus, I’ve heard from Yosano she’s seeing someone already so…”

Kunikida widens his eyes to a rare sight; Dazai sighing and looking out the window as if the most beautiful tragedy had happened to him. The kind of misfortune that makes people write poems, listen to music and take long walks by themselves. The tragedy of loving someone you can’t ever have that makes you fragile but yet unbreakable, strong but weak in the heart and it gives you a slap back to a reality that you don’t want to accept. It hadn’t occurred to Dazai before, thus he wonders what this feeling is about and if he can do anything about it.

“Have you ever been rejected by a woman before?”- Atsushi asks, after which he hits himself mentally for asking such a question.

“No. - Dazai answers frankly, to which Kunikida scoffs.

“Well, at least Y/n will ground you a bit.”- he claims, putting his hands in his pockets. - How does it feel to love someone you can’t have?”

“Terrible.”- Dazai says, seemingly not sad, nor happy, he had a rather empty expression on his face, not letting out much emotion to understand what was really going on inside his head. - I see her, and I am struck by her beauty. God, when her eyes meet mine, each and every motioning becomes more intense for my heart. When she greets me and smiles at me so genuinely and gently like she knows how much that smile affects me, making even the sun jealous of her radiance and cheerfulness. Don’t let me get into how talented she is, and her cooking skills, oh and also did you know that she reads poetry? She gave me her favourite book and underlined all verses she found beautiful and meaningful. On page 63, poem two, she had underlined two verses which were:

“I may not know your heart, but it knows me quite well. Am I resident or a foreigner to it?”

And she had written a smiley face on the corner of it, with a little note that said: “Mhm, Dazai?”

Not only that, but she is such a great-

Dazai kept blabbering about how fascinated he was by you while both Kunikida and Atsushi listened and came to a very unbelievable conclusion.

Dazai is so oblivious when he truly falls in love. Either that, or he’s trying to avoid that but still digs the idea of being in love and being loved so beautifully.

“I’m afraid to tell you this buddy but, - Kunikida touches Dazai’s shoulder. - You’re an idiot.”

Atsushi scoffs as he turns around to contain his laughter. Dazai’s face freezes with a smile like 😀

“Homegirl knows you like her, she literally wrote it down, what’s wrong with you?”- Kunikida snaps at Dazai, who now seems to be confused.

Little did they know that you were listening to all this go down, hardly containing your laughter.

The truth is, you and Dazai had been together for a while and no one is the agency knows. You told Yosano you were seeing someone, but funnily enough, even though they’re detectives, they don’t have a clue about your relationship, and you’re thinking is because your lover messes with their heads.

“Kunikida-kun, stop tormenting me! I’m telling you, she doesn’t like me. End of discussion.”- Dazai claims, getting up from his seat and stretching a bit.

“Where do you think you’re going?”- Kunikida asks as he watches Dazai’s tender figure walk away.

“To think about this unbearable pain of my weak heart, since my friends and colleagues don’t care.”

Atsushi holds back Kunikida from going after Dazai:

“He’ll never admit it that he likes her.”- Atsushi claims which gives Kunikida a rather sinister idea.

“Oh he will, I have a plan.”

There is a sudden change of atmosphere which leaves Atsushi a bit scared.

“Kunikida-san, w-what exactly are you planning to do?”- he asks, noticing a smirk from his mentor.

A little bit later/ Coffee shop

You are taking a sip of your hot coffee as rain hits the window by your seat. Although it is raining, you were feeling rather warm, and even though you were by yourself, you were fully enjoying your own company until the door of the cafe opens.

“I’ll take a black coffee, please.”- a unfamiliar voice says, which gets your attention. You turn your head and notice a tall man, build figure and blonde hair. He turns and faces you while waiting for his coffee.

“You don’t mind if I sit next to you while I wait for my coffee, yes?”- he asks with a beautiful smile, blue eyes shining right through.

“Mhm, sure it’s okay.”- you reply, mirroring a smile and scanning the man upfront.

The probability of a very handsome person, coming to this coffee shop while I’m the only one here and all the seats are empty, asking to sit next to me, and furthermore-

“So, what is such a beautiful lady doing here all by herself?”- he asks, looking at your hands holding the coffee cup, then looking directly at your eyes which made you gulp hardly.

“Drinking coffee.”- you reply rather coldly, not warning to give this guy the wrong impression.

“By yourself? Have you no one to accompany you? Maybe a boyfriend of yours?”- he continues to bring up weird questions. What was even weirder, was the fact that he was reaching for your hand, now holding it.

“Since you’re not answering, I’m assuming you do not have a man in your life. Such a catastrophe indeed. - he brings your hand close to his lips, caressing it. - I can offer myself as a candidate.”

“She’s not running any elections. - a sudden voice from behind makes your heart drop. - if that were the case, I would have known.”

You glance over your shoulder and see Dazai. He reached for your hand, shooing away the other guy’s who immediately flinches to the touch.

“Is it a habit of yours to approach lonely women in coffee shops? That’s kinda desperate and disrespectful.”- he continues, glaring at the guy who had widened his eyes.

“I’m just waiting for my coffee.”

“Wait for your coffee somewhere else. - Dazai claims with a cold tone of voice, making you shiver in what you would describe fear, but with a hint of pleasure.

He was so hot right now, for real.

“She didn’t tell me she had a boyfriend.”- the guy claims as he gets up from his seat.

“She doesn’t need to inform you about anything, really. Plus, I’m never too far away. - Dazai winks at you, getting your cheeks all heated up.

Now, - Dazai smiles, - get out of my sight.”

The guy gets out of the coffee shop, forgetting about his order which was now being served in your table.

“I’ll take that, thank you.”- Dazai claims, sitting down in front of you, not noticing the looks you were giving him.

That is, until he takes a sip and his eyes meet yours.

“Mhm? - he hums. - what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong is the fantasy im having to have you right here, right now.”

“Woah woah, belladonna~, - Dazai almost spits his coffee. - What has gotten into you? I mean, I’m not complaining but-

“Dazai, do me right now, I swear I’m barely hanging on.” - you explain as Dazai notices your flushed cheeks and heavy breathing.

Damn, what happened? - he wonders.

He smirks and leans in, whispering: “But the coffee will go cold, love. Are you sure?”

“Don’t start teasing me. - you claim. - or would you rather have me do you at the agency while everyone watches so they can finally know that you are mine?”

“That’s … interesting. You’re so hasty, belladonna. Did I do something to turn you on this much?”- Dazai asks, biting his lip as he looks at you up and down with those gorgeous eyes of his that consumed your entire soul with one single glance.

“The moment right now, you being possessive and all, gosh. That was so hot of you.”- you lean in, exposing a bit of your chest to your boyfriend, on purpose obviously, to which Dazai responds by raising his eyebrows and staring at it for a bit.

“Oh really? You know what else I can heat up?”

“No I don’t know, enlighten me.”- you two lean even closer to one another, as Dazai is ready to whisper in your ear:

“That little -

“ALRIGHT THAT IS ENOUGH, point proven Atsushi let’s go!”- you hear Kunikida shouting from behind. They were not only seeing all this go down, but also orchestrated the whole thing.

“So you guys are together, awwww.”- Atsushi says, giving a weirdly firm handshake to you and Dazai. - Congrats, omg. Dazai-san that was so manly of you, Kunikida-san didn’t predict you’d actually go wild like that-

“Kunikida planned this?”- you ask, giving a disappointing nod.

“A perfect executed plan, and Dazai fell right into it. Now, you’ll stop lying and admit that you love this woman.” - Kunikida claims with a smirk, thinking that his partner would still pretend to be in denial.

“I love Y/n.”- he claims, still sipping his tea and acting unaffected by this whole scene, although in truth he was a bit conflicted on how to feel about it.

Upon his declaration of love, you melt, of course.

You caress his hand, to which Dazai smiles, starting to gesture you weirdly.

He means to get out of here. Now you had heated him up.

You nod, looking at Atsushi and Kunikida who are still looking at you both.

“Oookaaayy, - you get up, Dazai following you. - Since you put us into so much trouble, I guess you can pay for our coffee, no?”

As you walk towards the exit, holding hands, Kunikida’s shoutings accompany you:

“If anything I helped you! You owe me one, Dazai!”

You close the door behind you, giving a small sigh.

“You’re so troublesome you know that?”- you poke his nose, so which he responds by pulling you closer by your waist.

“I put you into so much trouble, huh? You’re the one making me go crazy over and over again.”- Dazai answers as you pull him by the belt of his pants.

Remind me, where were we?”- you ask and he smirks grabbing your hand, leading him to somewhere.

“I’ll remind you shortly.”