Reader finds Dazai drunk in an alleyway and he gets vulnerable (which he rarely does) as reader tries to take him home. (Love ur writing btw ^^)
★ DRUNKIE ★
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ⟢ you find dazai drunk in the back of an alleyway. he lets the toxicity of the alcohol in his body take over and becomes a vulnerable, lost puppy.
𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 ⟢ oneshot
𑣲 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⟢ unedited writing , lowercase , not established relationship , ooc ? , mention of unhealthy drinking , drunk! dazai , sober! reader , taking dazai back home to yours ,
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ⟢ first of all, i want to apologize for being SUPER inactive the last few days !! i've been feeling really shitty and haven't had any motivation to do anything 🥹 i truely loved this request, thank you so much for it !!
𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃
✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ .
you walked past the same ally everyday from your way home from work- however something this evening was different. catching you off guard.
a all too familiar figure shape is slumped against the bricked wall of the alley when you spot him.
tall, careless, coat half-slid off his shoulders like gravity finally got tired of arguing with him. osamu dazai, reeking of cheap alcohol and rain-soaked pavement. staring at nothing in particular, his eyes tired.
"...dazai?" your breath is quiet, your shadow engulfing him whole, already moving closer.
he blinks once, twice ― a lazy smile curls on his lips like he's too tired to find the muscles for it. he huffs out a chuckle, tired. "aha, [name]―hic."
you didn't understand the words after he slurred your name, his head was hung low―the sight of him has your chest tightened.
he can barely stand anymore. with knees weak, he tumbles down but your quick to catch him, helping him down to sit him down. "your drunk," you crouched in front of him. his eyes track yours, searching for something you couldn't figure out.
he just nods, exhaling long enough your nose scrunched from the stench of whiskey that clung to him like a stain you couldn't wash off.
you sighed, slipping an arm under his heavy coat to help him up. he's heavier than usual, probably because he can barely hold himself up―dead weight by the toxicity in his body. the moment you host him up, getting a better grip on his arms, he instinctively grabs your sleeve.
"don't let go," he mummers, forehead dropping briefly to rest on your shoulder. you didn't. you would never even think of letting him go. you squeeze his arm, a silent promise.
you guided him out of the smelly. malnourished ally.
it was silent. no jokes. no teases. just comfortable silence- street lights illuming the sidewalks you walked. the wind blowing against your faces. dazai's steps were uneven, tripping over your ankles ever so often.
halfway down the street, he speaks. "do you ever get tired of me?"
you pause. stopping in your tracks, the detective limp against your hold. he sighed at the break you gave him, unaware of the million of thoughts in your head. his gaze flicks up, searching your face-no smug remark. generally waiting for your answer.
"why would you ask me that, now?" you asked quietly. he shrugs, tired. his shoulders weak. "people do, eventually." he pauses. "they always have a reason too ... and i don't blame them."
you took a few moments before replying, sighing softly. "you don't have to worry about any of the with me."
he looks away, a weak smile on his lips. "you say that now."
"osamu." the way you said his name, your voice stern. it makes him flinch. "everyday i put up with your jokes, your smarky remaks- i put up with everything you do. i wouldn't if i didnt care about you."
you start walking with him again, almost pulling him with you. "i put up with your stupid mask you give everybody- you think i don't notice but i do!"
dazai didn't bother to respond, he just listened to you like nothing else in his world existed. silencing his thoughts for a moment. "you don't have to pretend, you don't have to be someone else for me."
it was another few minutes of just silence- heels clicking against the concreate as you reached your complex door. "you can relax.." you smiled softly. "i got you."
he laughs- weakly. "that's what scares me." you shook your head, a soft smirk on your face as you twist the keys to the right. the door creaked as you helped dazai inside. sitting him down on the seat at your front entrance you shut the door and lock it.
"you know, if i were a better man"-"
you cut him off, slamming your keys to his side and stared him down. "your enough dazai, do you hear me?"
he blinks up at you, eyes glassy with tears. taking a moment, dazai's toxicity forcing him to slump against your chest to hug you, he lets out a shaky sigh. his head was buried in your shirt, his arms locked around your waist like he was afraid to let go.
afraid you'll slip away.
"does that mean you'll stay with me?" he asks. barely a whisper. not playful. not flirty. just ... honest.
you wrap your arms around his head, fingers playing with his messy brown locks. "i'm not going anywhere." you mumble, kissing the top of his head multiple times until you felt him relax.
you two stayed like that for a few extra minutes before you helped him out of his clothes and cleaned him up for the night. you ask yourself if hell remember this night, but you knew him.
blakekathryn
2087
kianamaiart
amandla
tangentwithtanner
turnnoffyourmind
stormborns
s-u-f-j-a-n-s-t-e-v-e-n-s
