noora

sometimes I write and disappear

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Hello!! I’m Noora. Sometimes I’ll write something and vanish for a month :) or not. I’m 20! Feel free to ask or chat.

English is not my first or second language. This is my third so kindly, before commenting on that in a mean way please make sure you know more than one language.

I interact with nsfw and reblog so if you’re a minor I’ll block you.

I’ll go updating my masterlist as I go writing.

I study and work part time as a teacher, so please bear with me!!

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Dazai is the type of man who feigns ignorance after doing absolutely everything he can to keep you from getting even slightly interested in any other dude. He WILL talk shit and point out anything he knows you’re not into, especially if you didn’t even notice.

“mhm, isn’t he a bit too prideful?” Or “oh, I saw him trying to flirt with someone after getting your number…but maybe I’m just mistaken.”

Not gonna lie, he lowkey gaslights you.

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With You, Any Day

Synopsis: Winter has you down in the slumps. Memories of the past haunt you and slowly drain the life out of you. Dazai is determined to help. Or, try to help you. Maybe it’s because he cares, or maybe he’s just selfish. You don’t think you’ll ever know.  

Featuring: ADAReader x Osamu Dazai

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The streets are filled with people laughing and smiling as they play with the snow outside, the sound of boots crunching on the frozen ground of the streets of Yokohama. You see soft wool scarfs everywhere, hats and gloves warming them as they continue with their routines. Winter is a season that is loved by many people; they prefer the cold streets and warm drinks over the unforgiving sun and exposed beaches. 

You’re rubbing your hands together as you stare out the window from the agency. Work has been slow lately; it seems like crime drops drastically when Christmas is near. And you’re grateful for that; you’d rather stay inside, especially in these grey, chilly times. It makes you feel upset, downhearted at best.

Dazai had perceived the way you were acting lately. Across the office, his mind was working to figure out what exactly was making you act so…gloomy. He wasn’t the best person to run to for comfort; he knew that. And he definitely wasn’t a great example when it came to managing his own feelings or using the best coping mechanisms. Yet he figured he could do what he does best when people try to pry where they aren't welcome: divert their attention to something else. He tells himself that he is doing this for everyone in the agency. They all have noticed the way your voice was quieter or how you would get easily frustrated by anything or anyone. He nods, as he so obviously tries to convince himself that he is doing this for the greater good, instead of his own selfishness to have you back as your usual self. 

He makes his way to where you’re standing, gaze fixated somewhere where the birds fly. Dazai has a feeling that tells him you’re not here at all. Instead, he presumes that this attitude you’ve been having is caused by the change in season. Yet he still has to figure out if it’s only because it's winter or if winter has something to do with whatever it is that's making you act like this. He is almost completely sure that it’s the latter. If winter bothered you on a surface level, you wouldn’t be nearly as jumpy as you have been this past week. It’s almost as if you’re on alert for something…

He clears his throat. “I wonder what is so interesting that is able to make you stand here for hours, mhm?” You snap out of whatever trance you were in, brows furrowed as you look at him. Cute. Dazai thinks to himself as he waits for you to collect your thoughts. “I wasn’t here for hours…Was I?” You mutter, then shake your head. “No, of course I wasn’t.”

A lazy smile finds its way into his features. “Enjoying the view?” He has to poke a bit where it hurts to come up with a solution, a fair price to pay, he thinks. It’s not like he wants to, but he’s accustomed to having to deal with what other people don't want to.

You don’t give him a good response to his question. You shrug, hesitant to answer. You tear your gaze away from his. Dazai doesn’t like that, he realises. You usually look into his eyes when talking to him, never breaking eye contact. You do that with most people you talk to, but he likes to think that you choose to gaze into his eyes. The same eyes that people used to—and still—avoid as if they were a disease. 

“It’s the same as always.” You whisper, but it’s more to yourself. Your eyes find his, and he could practically see all traces of life drain from your eyes. A humourless chuckle makes it past your throat, but it burns the same way whisky does. “I’m sorry.”

Dazai’s expression shifts when he hears you apologise. Something unreadable flickering across his face. “Why?” He gestures vaguely at the office. “Nobody has requested an apology, right?” He recovers fairly quickly, sighing dramatically as he casts his gaze out the window. You didn’t notice how it’s just you two here. “Yesterday I snapped at you.” You swallow with difficulty; guilt has been gnawing at you all night on top of all the memories that surface every cold season. 

Ah, Dazai thinks, he obviously didn't take to heart your outburst yesterday; he was at fault for sneaking up on you, causing the coffee on your hands to drop onto your reports. Which resulted in him being yelled at. Then you stormed off. He thinks you look quite adorable when asking for forgiveness like this, and he feels a bit guilty for it. “I didn’t realise you were thinking this much about me.” He clutches his chest theatrically. “Really, I figured you wouldn’t care with how much Kunikida has beaten me already.” 

You can’t help the way the corner of your lips curve upwards; a small, almost embarrassed smile forms on your face. And his own grows wider when seeing it. “He wouldn’t yell or beat you up if you behaved for once.” The light in your eyes has returned, and he mentally pats himself on the back; he has successfully directed your attention where he likes it most, on him. 

“Well,” he drawls, pretending to consider your advice. “But where is the fun in that? Everything is way more interesting when there’s a bit of danger.”

You huff, rolling your eyes. You can't help but find him endearing despite everything. “Of course, how inconsiderate of me, huh.”

“Ah, it’s quite alright,” He hums, his wide smile turning into a sly one. “You could always make it up to me by inviting me for some drinks. What do you say?” You blink at him, caught off guard. “Huh? Drinks?”

He nods. “You see, I know this bar, it’s pretty quiet and has the perfect—” You cut him off. “Today?” You sound almost eager, yet he sees a bit of doubt in the way your eyes narrow at him a bit. Dazai decides to take his chances, even when he knows you’re far too good for him. He’s a selfish man, after all. “It’s a date. Tonight at eight?” 

For a moment he thinks that you might refuse, but then he sees your cheeks flush slightly. “Yeah,” you breathe out. “Let’s meet in front of the Uzumaki cafe...”

He’s studying your reaction, eyes softer now. “Well, then, see you there.” He winks at you before turning around, going god-knows-where, and leaving you dumbfounded for a while. Once you’ve processed everything, your mind starts racing with all the outfits you have in mind for tonight, and, as you finish your work, you can’t help but think that maybe, slowly, you can start creating new memories to remember for every cold winter.

[nor-ay]

With You, Any Day

Synopsis: Winter has you down in the slumps. Memories of the past haunt you and slowly drain the life out of you. Dazai is determined to help. Or, try to help you. Maybe it’s because he cares, or maybe he’s just selfish. You don’t think you’ll ever know.  

Featuring: ADAReader x Osamu Dazai

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The streets are filled with people laughing and smiling as they play with the snow outside, the sound of boots crunching on the frozen ground of the streets of Yokohama. You see soft wool scarfs everywhere, hats and gloves warming them as they continue with their routines. Winter is a season that is loved by many people; they prefer the cold streets and warm drinks over the unforgiving sun and exposed beaches. 

You’re rubbing your hands together as you stare out the window from the agency. Work has been slow lately; it seems like crime drops drastically when Christmas is near. And you’re grateful for that; you’d rather stay inside, especially in these grey, chilly times. It makes you feel upset, downhearted at best.

Dazai had perceived the way you were acting lately. Across the office, his mind was working to figure out what exactly was making you act so…gloomy. He wasn’t the best person to run to for comfort; he knew that. And he definitely wasn’t a great example when it came to managing his own feelings or using the best coping mechanisms. Yet he figured he could do what he does best when people try to pry where they aren't welcome: divert their attention to something else. He tells himself that he is doing this for everyone in the agency. They all have noticed the way your voice was quieter or how you would get easily frustrated by anything or anyone. He nods, as he so obviously tries to convince himself that he is doing this for the greater good, instead of his own selfishness to have you back as your usual self. 

He makes his way to where you’re standing, gaze fixated somewhere where the birds fly. Dazai has a feeling that tells him you’re not here at all. Instead, he presumes that this attitude you’ve been having is caused by the change in season. Yet he still has to figure out if it’s only because it's winter or if winter has something to do with whatever it is that's making you act like this. He is almost completely sure that it’s the latter. If winter bothered you on a surface level, you wouldn’t be nearly as jumpy as you have been this past week. It’s almost as if you’re on alert for something…

He clears his throat. “I wonder what is so interesting that is able to make you stand here for hours, mhm?” You snap out of whatever trance you were in, brows furrowed as you look at him. Cute. Dazai thinks to himself as he waits for you to collect your thoughts. “I wasn’t here for hours…Was I?” You mutter, then shake your head. “No, of course I wasn’t.”

A lazy smile finds its way into his features. “Enjoying the view?” He has to poke a bit where it hurts to come up with a solution, a fair price to pay, he thinks. It’s not like he wants to, but he’s accustomed to having to deal with what other people don't want to.

You don’t give him a good response to his question. You shrug, hesitant to answer. You tear your gaze away from his. Dazai doesn’t like that, he realises. You usually look into his eyes when talking to him, never breaking eye contact. You do that with most people you talk to, but he likes to think that you choose to gaze into his eyes. The same eyes that people used to—and still—avoid as if they were a disease. 

“It’s the same as always.” You whisper, but it’s more to yourself. Your eyes find his, and he could practically see all traces of life drain from your eyes. A humourless chuckle makes it past your throat, but it burns the same way whisky does. “I’m sorry.”

Dazai’s expression shifts when he hears you apologise. Something unreadable flickering across his face. “Why?” He gestures vaguely at the office. “Nobody has requested an apology, right?” He recovers fairly quickly, sighing dramatically as he casts his gaze out the window. You didn’t notice how it’s just you two here. “Yesterday I snapped at you.” You swallow with difficulty; guilt has been gnawing at you all night on top of all the memories that surface every cold season. 

Ah, Dazai thinks, he obviously didn't take to heart your outburst yesterday; he was at fault for sneaking up on you, causing the coffee on your hands to drop onto your reports. Which resulted in him being yelled at. Then you stormed off. He thinks you look quite adorable when asking for forgiveness like this, and he feels a bit guilty for it. “I didn’t realise you were thinking this much about me.” He clutches his chest theatrically. “Really, I figured you wouldn’t care with how much Kunikida has beaten me already.” 

You can’t help the way the corner of your lips curve upwards; a small, almost embarrassed smile forms on your face. And his own grows wider when seeing it. “He wouldn’t yell or beat you up if you behaved for once.” The light in your eyes has returned, and he mentally pats himself on the back; he has successfully directed your attention where he likes it most, on him. 

“Well,” he drawls, pretending to consider your advice. “But where is the fun in that? Everything is way more interesting when there’s a bit of danger.”

You huff, rolling your eyes. You can't help but find him endearing despite everything. “Of course, how inconsiderate of me, huh.”

“Ah, it’s quite alright,” He hums, his wide smile turning into a sly one. “You could always make it up to me by inviting me for some drinks. What do you say?” You blink at him, caught off guard. “Huh? Drinks?”

He nods. “You see, I know this bar, it’s pretty quiet and has the perfect—” You cut him off. “Today?” You sound almost eager, yet he sees a bit of doubt in the way your eyes narrow at him a bit. Dazai decides to take his chances, even when he knows you’re far too good for him. He’s a selfish man, after all. “It’s a date. Tonight at eight?” 

For a moment he thinks that you might refuse, but then he sees your cheeks flush slightly. “Yeah,” you breathe out. “Let’s meet in front of the Uzumaki cafe...”

He’s studying your reaction, eyes softer now. “Well, then, see you there.” He winks at you before turning around, going god-knows-where, and leaving you dumbfounded for a while. Once you’ve processed everything, your mind starts racing with all the outfits you have in mind for tonight, and, as you finish your work, you can’t help but think that maybe, slowly, you can start creating new memories to remember for every cold winter.

[nor-ay]

With You, Any Day

Synopsis: Winter has you down in the slumps. Memories of the past haunt you and slowly drain the life out of you. Dazai is determined to help. Or, try to help you. Maybe it’s because he cares, or maybe he’s just selfish. You don’t think you’ll ever know.  

Featuring: ADAReader x Osamu Dazai

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The streets are filled with people laughing and smiling as they play with the snow outside, the sound of boots crunching on the frozen ground of the streets of Yokohama. You see soft wool scarfs everywhere, hats and gloves warming them as they continue with their routines. Winter is a season that is loved by many people; they prefer the cold streets and warm drinks over the unforgiving sun and exposed beaches. 

You’re rubbing your hands together as you stare out the window from the agency. Work has been slow lately; it seems like crime drops drastically when Christmas is near. And you’re grateful for that; you’d rather stay inside, especially in these grey, chilly times. It makes you feel upset, downhearted at best.

Dazai had perceived the way you were acting lately. Across the office, his mind was working to figure out what exactly was making you act so…gloomy. He wasn’t the best person to run to for comfort; he knew that. And he definitely wasn’t a great example when it came to managing his own feelings or using the best coping mechanisms. Yet he figured he could do what he does best when people try to pry where they aren't welcome: divert their attention to something else. He tells himself that he is doing this for everyone in the agency. They all have noticed the way your voice was quieter or how you would get easily frustrated by anything or anyone. He nods, as he so obviously tries to convince himself that he is doing this for the greater good, instead of his own selfishness to have you back as your usual self. 

He makes his way to where you’re standing, gaze fixated somewhere where the birds fly. Dazai has a feeling that tells him you’re not here at all. Instead, he presumes that this attitude you’ve been having is caused by the change in season. Yet he still has to figure out if it’s only because it's winter or if winter has something to do with whatever it is that's making you act like this. He is almost completely sure that it’s the latter. If winter bothered you on a surface level, you wouldn’t be nearly as jumpy as you have been this past week. It’s almost as if you’re on alert for something…

He clears his throat. “I wonder what is so interesting that is able to make you stand here for hours, mhm?” You snap out of whatever trance you were in, brows furrowed as you look at him. Cute. Dazai thinks to himself as he waits for you to collect your thoughts. “I wasn’t here for hours…Was I?” You mutter, then shake your head. “No, of course I wasn’t.”

A lazy smile finds its way into his features. “Enjoying the view?” He has to poke a bit where it hurts to come up with a solution, a fair price to pay, he thinks. It’s not like he wants to, but he’s accustomed to having to deal with what other people don't want to.

You don’t give him a good response to his question. You shrug, hesitant to answer. You tear your gaze away from his. Dazai doesn’t like that, he realises. You usually look into his eyes when talking to him, never breaking eye contact. You do that with most people you talk to, but he likes to think that you choose to gaze into his eyes. The same eyes that people used to—and still—avoid as if they were a disease. 

“It’s the same as always.” You whisper, but it’s more to yourself. Your eyes find his, and he could practically see all traces of life drain from your eyes. A humourless chuckle makes it past your throat, but it burns the same way whisky does. “I’m sorry.”

Dazai’s expression shifts when he hears you apologise. Something unreadable flickering across his face. “Why?” He gestures vaguely at the office. “Nobody has requested an apology, right?” He recovers fairly quickly, sighing dramatically as he casts his gaze out the window. You didn’t notice how it’s just you two here. “Yesterday I snapped at you.” You swallow with difficulty; guilt has been gnawing at you all night on top of all the memories that surface every cold season. 

Ah, Dazai thinks, he obviously didn't take to heart your outburst yesterday; he was at fault for sneaking up on you, causing the coffee on your hands to drop onto your reports. Which resulted in him being yelled at. Then you stormed off. He thinks you look quite adorable when asking for forgiveness like this, and he feels a bit guilty for it. “I didn’t realise you were thinking this much about me.” He clutches his chest theatrically. “Really, I figured you wouldn’t care with how much Kunikida has beaten me already.” 

You can’t help the way the corner of your lips curve upwards; a small, almost embarrassed smile forms on your face. And his own grows wider when seeing it. “He wouldn’t yell or beat you up if you behaved for once.” The light in your eyes has returned, and he mentally pats himself on the back; he has successfully directed your attention where he likes it most, on him. 

“Well,” he drawls, pretending to consider your advice. “But where is the fun in that? Everything is way more interesting when there’s a bit of danger.”

You huff, rolling your eyes. You can't help but find him endearing despite everything. “Of course, how inconsiderate of me, huh.”

“Ah, it’s quite alright,” He hums, his wide smile turning into a sly one. “You could always make it up to me by inviting me for some drinks. What do you say?” You blink at him, caught off guard. “Huh? Drinks?”

He nods. “You see, I know this bar, it’s pretty quiet and has the perfect—” You cut him off. “Today?” You sound almost eager, yet he sees a bit of doubt in the way your eyes narrow at him a bit. Dazai decides to take his chances, even when he knows you’re far too good for him. He’s a selfish man, after all. “It’s a date. Tonight at eight?” 

For a moment he thinks that you might refuse, but then he sees your cheeks flush slightly. “Yeah,” you breathe out. “Let’s meet in front of the Uzumaki cafe...”

He’s studying your reaction, eyes softer now. “Well, then, see you there.” He winks at you before turning around, going god-knows-where, and leaving you dumbfounded for a while. Once you’ve processed everything, your mind starts racing with all the outfits you have in mind for tonight, and, as you finish your work, you can’t help but think that maybe, slowly, you can start creating new memories to remember for every cold winter.

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Yall give me a moment

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Today I’ll post!!

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bad day today.

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Take your time!!

Thank you, love <3

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Sorry guys I’ll post as soon as I can. I'm working on something but it’s slow because I’ve been struggling with horrible nightmares. It’s hard to sleep lately.

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I’m going to the beach!!! I love it so much ahhh I’msohappy

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I’m home!! I’m so so tired, but it has been so much fun. I don’t get to go anytime I want to, but I always feel like a kid again when I do.

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I’m going to the beach!!! I love it so much ahhh I’msohappy

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Done.

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Today was a good day. I love my girls so much, and it’s always fun to hang out with them. I did have to postpone some paperwork, but it was worth it. I still have time until the deadline.

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Paperwork stresses me out so much, but I am doing it. Once I finish, I can (hopefully) rest if nothing goes wrong.

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Today was a good day. I love my girls so much, and it’s always fun to hang out with them. I did have to postpone some paperwork, but it was worth it. I still have time until the deadline.

[nor-ay]

I’m so so tired