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atlasnessie · 2 days
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dazai believe that if he dies now, it would be better than any suicide ever. you sit ontop of him, face close to his as one hand pushes back his bangs and the other is softly resting on his cheeks, the feeling of the soft makeup brush tickling his eyes. your body weight is comfortable on his core, between his chest and stomach. your legs on either side of him and his hands are resting on your hips, keeping you steady as you huff, leaning back slightly and giving out a small pout.
“quit staring.”
“awe, embarrassed ? there’s no where else i can look other then your pretty little eyes.” his fingers drum on your hipbone, chuckling as you sigh and continue on with the makeup. you lick your thumb gently and press it against his cheeks, grumbling about smudged foundation and how your shade isn’t quite like his pale complexion. osamu can’t help but lean at the touch slightly, giving out a lovesick smile as you put the makeup brush down on the side.
“ehh, it’s not my best work. you’re a lot paler than i am.” you laugh and dig for a small mirror, handing it to your boyfriend as he shimmies up, propping an elbow down on the beds mattress and the other arm holding up the mirror by his face.
“i look so good ! look at me, is this what you wanted your boyfriend to look like, hm ? am i finally your dream man ?” dazai places the mirror aside and brings his hand to your cheeks, pinching them and guiding your lips to his as his hand crawls to the back of your head.
“you always were,” you hum onto his lips, smearing the lipgloss and tint onto yours, “you always will be.”
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solunstell · 1 day
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Hc: Chuuya. 16 or 17. He always is either too jumpy/on his nerves end or can't control how hard he punches or smthng. Mori gets tired of having to allow absences due to injuries chuuyas accidentally given coworkers. Hirotsu gives him a drum. Chuuya has fun with it until he accidentally breaks it a week in. Next day, he finds a new one in his office (kouyou claims it was NOT HER). Chuuya becomes pretty good at drumming and reads a bunch of books and stuff to learn more.
ANYWAY drummer chuuya in canon universe is what I am suggesting
And yes, Dazai sneaks up behind him to slap the drum hard to scare chuuya. Chuuya, in turn, starts waking dazai up every morning by going to his window and playing loudly. Dazai retaliates by loudly playing a kazoo or harmonica at his door in the middle of the night.
The first time chuuya breaks his drum in years, everyone is surprised, and it looks as though chuuya punched through it. Chuuya explains its because dazai's hard headed. Insert looney tunes style breaking drum over head flashback
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dazaisflatass · 2 days
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Follow to see pictures of Dazai's flat ass
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executive-gas · 5 hours
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https://brandi-741.szhdyy.com.cn/ky/jLOruqh
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atzidraws · 1 day
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In spirit of lesbian visibility week, have some fem SKK!!! 🤎🧡✨
Honestly I don't know if long hair or short hair is better on dazai so y'all tell me lol
Chuuya with piercing supremacy 🧡✨
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kyouka-supremacy · 2 days
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The fact that Akutagawa is the only one not reading here having opted to look at Atsushi instead... Adhd Akutagawa confirmed. He's the only guy not reading at the library because he's too busy subtly not so subtly staring at his boyfriend instead
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sskk-manifesto · 22 hours
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Also, the English dub of the scene, which is easily my favourite moment of the entire English dub
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fy-soukoku · 1 day
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soukoku scratches such a particular itch in my mind. especially when they interact - two kids who grew up too fast. who indulge in their youth so much more around one another. who laugh and snark and act like teenagers when they're constantly playing twice their age. they bicker and play around with each other, unlike anyone else. they bring out each other's youth and joy, anxieties, their humanity. they mean everything to me.
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yarrayora · 3 days
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some characters arent mean for therapy because theyll see it as a competition to see who will break the other first
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andywaslost · 16 hours
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little dazai doodle i drew during a boring lecture
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dazaisflatass · 12 hours
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Follow to see pictures of Dazai's flat ass
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kiwibeanv · 2 days
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Cockblocked by a Ghost
Summary: Who would have known a ghost would ruin a night with Dazai. Fem! Reader.
Notes: I've been playing fatal frame 5 (so there will be references). Sudden idea. Thanks to @monoclesnapple for the editing.
Ever since you went to the mountain, the spirits followed you home. These past nights, you saw their misty specters wander your home. The random door slamming shut when you know you live alone. Soft whispers that make you look where they came from. Their appearances look awfully like the ones you repelled with your camera. The shrine maiden with gouged out eyes, the girl who cut her neck, and the lost souls that died in the mountain. The ways they died still plagued your mind, despite trying not to ponder on it. Those negative thoughts mixed in your head and nightmares became more frequent for you.
You decided to take a break from investigating the mountain for the sake of your mental health. Your café was calm and quiet which eased your mind at the familiarity of the routine. Dazai came in and took a seat at the counter near you. Ever since you met him when the ADA requested your assistance, he always came to your café first. His gaze landed on your face and he could see how pale you looked in combination with the eyebags.
"(Name)," He looked up at you with concern as he leaned over the counter. "My, my you look awful."
You rested your cheek on your hand. "I'm aware."
"Not getting enough rest? You know investigating at night does take a toll," He brought his hand near your arm where you held your face up. His index finger landed on your wrist and he let it glide down to your elbow. He made circular motions on that spot. He studied your expression and he noticed your eyes didn't make direct contact with his.
"Something bothering you?" Dazai asked.
"No it's nothing," You shook your head.
"Really? You didn't look like this before investigating," he pointed out. You let your gaze connect with his. This man is too good at reading people. A sigh escaped your lips.
"It's just all these visions from the spirits," you began. "The causes of their death. The pain they felt before their last breath. But that's not the worst part. They followed me home and it's hard to sleep at night. You know that they are more active at that time."
Dazai nods and took his hand from your arm. He brought it to his face to think.
"Don't you have another place to stay? Or did you try a hotel?" He asked.
You shook your head. "I don't. Nor do I want to spend my money at the hotel."
"Then why don't you stay at my place?" He offered with a grin. "It's free from spirits. You might get a better night of rest."
"Are you sure?" You asked. You didn't really want to make an inconvenience for him. "And if those spirits follow me?"
"Oh relax," he waved his hand off. "I think your ghosts are comfortable here. What ghost doesn't like the aroma of coffee and tea with an elegant home of yours connected to it?"
"Well I really don't want to burden you if that comes to it," you warn as you lifted your head from your hand.
"It's no burden for me!" He assured, placing his hand on his chest. "Besides, I get to have a lovely, gifted woman at my home who can fight spirits."
He takes your hands and his eyes glimmered at you. "My home is absolutely safe and sound~ And you are welcome to stay more nights if you need."
"Uh…" His offer sounded appealing to you. A break from your haunted home to finally get a good night. If the spirits stayed at your home, you don't have to worry about those lingering memories. "Sure. I will take your offer," you replied.
Dazai's lips curled upwards as if proud. After that agreement, you went to pack your things. All the things you need to stay for several nights, while he went back to prepare a space for you.
For a few nights, you were getting accustomed to the arrangements. He allowed you to take the bed while he took the couch. You didn't have vivid nightmares anymore. You finally had a moment of peace. After you settled down, Dazai started getting touchy. You had an idea of his tendencies with women due to Chuuya letting you know one time during your investigation in finding the two ladies. Little does Dazai know, Chuuya gave his number to you first. Chuuya offered it in case you ever had questions about Dazai or, if he hurt you, he could hunt him down and give him a piece of his mind.
However, you felt a mutual connection with Dazai. His touches didn't bother you, his compliments made you feel better about yourself, and there was something attracting you to Dazai like a hummingbird to nectar. Slowly you started to reciprocate his gestures to hint your liking towards him.
On this night, this time you asked if Dazai would like to share the bed with you.
"Yes! I would love to accompany you!" He answered with excitement. You lead him to the dark room, not even bothering to turn on the lights. It was night time anyways so sleep will be inevitable. His hand held yours as you pulled him to bed. Dazai slipped under the covers with you. He felt so close to you. His hand squeezed yours and you reciprocated.
You both faced each other in this quiet moment. Your eyes never leaving his, almost trying to look at his soul. He scooted a little closer to you. Though he didn't want to invade your space. But, you wanted something to happen.
You cupped his cheek with you hand and leaned in to connect your lips with his. His heart raced at your move and he kissed you intensely. You adjust your positions so the two of you found a comfortable position for the kissing. Lips demanded more contact. Tongues danced in passion. A yearning for touch of skin. His hand went under the hem to feel your side. The heat was rising between the two of you. But just before he could move his hand up, a faint knock on the door was heard. Both of you stopped for the moment. Dazai got up to check the door. What puzzled him was that he thought he heard the knock on the bedroom door, not the front. Still, he went to check if there was a visitor. There was no one.
"Huh, could have been a kid," he sighed and went back to you. "Now, lets get that pretty little clothes off you. Will you~?" He smirked. The makeout session resumed with the addition of slowly getting the outer layers off. It felt too hot anyways. Dazai was taking it slow for you. The build up was too fun to let go. He got on top of you and met your lips again.
When your lips parted from his, you saw a faint white mist in the corner of your eye. It disappeared when you centered your gaze at it. Dazai raised his brow, concerned if you were hesitating now. "Everything okay? We don't have to continue if you don't want to," he asked.
"No, I just thought I saw something," you shook your head, placing your attention back on him. Before either of you could do anything, you had a feeling of being watched.
"You have all windows and doors closed and covered, right?" You asked.
He looked at you with a raised eyebrow. Dazai didn't like vague hints for moments like this. He wanted your full consent. "Yes? If you're trying to make excuses, don't bother. Just say you don't want-" A loud bang interrupted him.
This made him got off you to get on guard. As for you, you had a feeling that a spirit must have found its way here. The signs were all there. Mysterious sounds, the odd white thing, and the feeling of being monitored.
He crept to the door which was only opened slightly. He tried to see through the crack but he met eyes wide as saucers. He flinched back but the face disappeared.
"So uh… about your ghost problem…"
You let out a disappointed sigh. "I did warn you about this possibility."
"Oh yeah…" Dazai looked away. "So will it attack us in our sleep?"
"Maybe yes, maybe no. Though, I did bring my camera in case it does," you replied.
"Right… let's get whatever sleep we can get."
Dazai joined you in bed again but this time, he kept his hands mostly to himself. The only thing he did was wrap his arms around you. There was just too many cockblocks to kill the mood. It was awkward to sleep in the same bed with arousal running in both your veins, but you didn't want any more disturbances or audiences. The spirit was relatively active. A few bumps in the night, some chilling whispers, but nothing more.
The next day, Dazai was in a dejected mood after the events of the night prior. He still goofed around, but when he was sitting still, his vibe wasn't necessarily joyful or anything usual.
Eventually, Chuuya found out about what occurred, and he was just cackling at the thought. He came up to you and took a deep breath to compose himself.
"Listen- I can get you a good exorcist," he lets out a chuckle before calming down. "Whoever you want, I'll get, or I can just get a random priest to handle it. If ya don't wanna go back home yet, I can offer my place so you don't have to go to Dazai. It's so much better than that stinky mackerel's and I got better food."
He leans in close to you and mutters with a smirk on his face, "Besides, dogs are more fun to be with than fish."
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dazai-fan-page · 9 hours
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Pretty words hide ugly people, I don't know who told me that but assuming it's a phrase I think about if Dazai was told that.
Pretty words hide ugly people, echos as he's taught how to lie to make guests more comfortable. Pretty words, he thinks as he talks about his plans for the future, each lie making the sour taste worse but this is how you talk if you want people to like you. That's what his parents say.
Pretty words he remembers as he makes a deal for the mafia, as he talks his way out of the police station, as he recounts his day to Mori, as he flirts with Chuuya.
He can't remember who it was that first told him about pretty words but, he muses as he unwraps his bandages, they were right. He hums as he looks up at the dirty mirror, as he meets his own dead gaze, his words do hide an ugly person.
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He snapped an elastic
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lovereadandwrite · 12 hours
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it’s funny because they barely lasted half an hour👹💉
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