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[osamuslvt]

hii! I just wanted to say welcome back! :D Those classes must have been hard and draining, so i'm surprised you still have motivation, hehe. Not that I'm complaining, I could never. But, like, yeah, I know I porbably said this before, but your fics are really cool and I love them so, so, so much! and I love you (platonicly) too! even seeing you just interact with us is enough!

aww thank you so much, this honestly made me smile so much. 🥹🤍 my classes were definitely exhausting, but i'm so happy to finally have some free time again. i've really missed writing and interacting with everyone on here.

and thank you for all your kind words about my fics. it genuinely means so much to know that you enjoy reading them. 😭 i'm really grateful for all the support you've given me, and hearing that you're happy just seeing me interact with everyone is so sweet. i love you too (platonically of course!!) and i'm really happy to be back. thank you for waiting for me!! ♡

[osamuslvt]

AHHH I'M SO GLAD YOU ARE BACK!!! MAKE SURE YOU GET A GOOD REST ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 🥹🫶 you're so sweet!! i've missed being on here and talking to you all so much. don't worry, i'll definitely make sure to rest and not overwork myself this time!! thank you for looking out for me, it really means a lot. ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

[osamuslvt]

── BEFORE THE RING

[ FEATURING ] ― osamu dazai , chuuya nakahara , ranpo edogawa , ryunosuke akutagawa , doppo kunikida , fyodor dostoevsky , nikolai gogol , sigma , saigiku jouno , tetcho suehiro , michizo tachihara

[ TAGS / WARNINGS ] ― f!reader , fluff , established relationship , "husband" nickname , pre-engagement

꒰ osamu dazai ꒱

"husband?"

he froze halfway through drinking his coffee.

"...what?"

you blinked innocently.

"could you pass me my phone, husband?"

the room went suspiciously quiet.

"..."

"..."

then the biggest grin you'd ever seen spread across his face.

"say it again."

you laughed.

"husband."

he abandoned the coffee entirely, wrapped both arms around your waist, and buried his face in your shoulder.

"i've decided."

"decided what?"

"we're getting married."

"dazai."

"i'm completely serious."

"...you weren't serious five minutes ago."

"that was before you called me husband."

꒰ chuuya nakahara ꒱

"thanks, husband."

the wine glass nearly slipped out of his hand.

"...excuse me?"

you looked up from the couch.

"did i stutter?"

his ears turned bright red almost instantly.

"you—"

he cleared his throat.

"we're not married."

"i know."

"..."

"...say it again."

you smiled.

"husband."

he looked away to hide the smile tugging at his lips.

"...sounds nice."

꒰ ranpo edogawa ꒱

"my husband knows the answer."

ranpo immediately looked up from his snacks.

"husband?"

"mhm."

he smiled so brightly it almost hurt to look at.

"well, you are correct."

"we're literally dating."

"details."

he happily walked over before taking your hand.

"guess that means you'll have to marry me eventually."

"already planning?"

"obviously."

꒰ ryunosuke akutagawa ꒱

"...husband."

his entire body stopped moving.

he stared at you.

"..."

"..."

"...repeat that."

you almost laughed.

"husband."

his cheeks slowly turned pink.

he looked away so quickly you almost missed it.

"...i... would not object."

"to what?"

"...making it true."

꒰ doppo kunikida ꒱

"husband, have you seen my notebook?"

he immediately lowered the one he was reading.

"..."

"...we are not legally married."

"i'm aware."

"therefore the title is factually incorrect."

"...okay."

you smiled.

"future husband."

he adjusted his glasses.

"..."

"...that is... acceptable."

his face remained perfectly serious.

his ears, however, were bright red.

꒰ fyodor dostoevsky ꒱

"thank you, husband."

he paused in the middle of turning a page.

"...an interesting choice of words."

"is it?"

"very."

he studied your face for a long moment.

"you're observing my reaction."

"maybe."

a faint smile appeared.

"i don't dislike the title."

"...no?"

"not if it belongs to you."

꒰ nikolai gogol ꒱

"husband!"

he gasped dramatically.

"already?"

before you could blink, he'd grabbed both your hands.

"where's the ceremony?"

"nikolai."

"where are the rings?"

"nikolai."

"i haven't even prepared my speech!"

you burst into laughter.

he leaned closer with the biggest grin imaginable.

"...call me that again."

꒰ sigma ꒱

"husband."

"..."

he blinked.

"...you're talking to me?"

"yes?"

"..."

"..."

his face slowly became impossibly red.

"we're... not married."

"i know."

"..."

"...i wouldn't mind someday."

he looked so embarrassed after admitting it that he immediately hid his face in his hands.

꒰ saigiku jouno ꒱

"thank you, husband."

a tiny smile appeared on his lips.

"...how bold."

"do you dislike it?"

"not particularly."

he tilted his head toward you.

"in fact..."

he stepped closer.

"...it suits you rather well."

"what does?"

"calling me that."

he clearly enjoyed how flustered you became instead.

꒰ tetcho suehiro ꒱

"husband."

he looked up immediately.

"...yes?"

you blinked.

"...that's it?"

"were you speaking to me?"

"yes."

"then i answered."

you laughed.

"we're not married."

"...not yet."

he said it so casually that it took your brain several seconds to process.

"...not yet?"

he nodded once.

"that is what i said."

your face grew warm before his did.

꒰ michizo tachihara ꒱

"hey, husband."

he almost walked directly into the doorframe.

"..."

"...did you just call me husband?"

"maybe."

he rubbed the back of his neck with an awkward laugh.

"that's... dangerous."

"dangerous?"

"yeah."

he walked over until he was standing right in front of you.

"keep calling me that..."

he smiled sheepishly.

"...and i might start looking at engagement rings way sooner than i planned."

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[osamuslvt]

hi everyone!! i'm finally back!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ‹𝟹 i decided to come back because i was really missing you all and i missed being on here so much.

i'm finally free from my classes!! i just finished them yesterday, and it honestly feels like such a relief. i've finally gotten my motivation back, and i'm really excited to start writing for my fictional men again

thank you to everyone who stuck around while i was gone. i really appreciate all the support, and i can't wait to start posting again. i already have a few ideas i want to work on, so hopefully you'll be seeing new fics very soon!!

i might open my requests again soon, but i'm not making any promises just yet! i want to ease myself back into writing first and make sure i don't overwhelm myself. i'll let you all know when they're officially open

i'm so happy to be back, and i hope you're all doing well!! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)♡

[osamuslvt]

i'm officially done with all my requests!

my inbox is completely empty now. if you don't see your request posted, it means i chose not to write it.

with that being said, i'm going to be taking a break. i'm not sure how long it'll be, probably a while. lately, i've lost a lot of motivation to write for bsd, jjk, and hq, and i don't want to force myself to write when i'm not enjoying it.

i'll still be around, just not on this account very much. i'm planning to be more active on my other account and focus on writing for futbol players instead. i've been wanting to try something different for a while now, and writing for anime characters just hasn't been inspiring me lately. i think a change of pace is exactly what i need right now.

i also want to address something that's been bothering me. it became really frustrating receiving requests when my inbox are clearly closed for requests. it's stated on my pinned post, it's marked in red, and it's very easy to see. please respect my boundaries and take a moment to read my rules before sending anything in.

and no, telling me "it's my first time requesting" is not going to guilt-trip me into accepting a request. my rules apply to everyone, regardless of whether you've been here for years or five minutes.

thank you to everyone who followed my rules, supported my writing, and enjoyed my work. i appreciate all of you more than you know. ♡

[osamuslvt]

i'm literally right here

[ FEATURING ] ― chuuya nakahara

[ TAGS / WARNINGS ] ― wife!reader , sahd!reader , fluff , celebrity crush , jealous chuuya , married couple shenanigans , twins being innocent bystanders , comedy , reader being a menace

based on this request

it starts off harmless.

at least that's what chuuya thinks.

it's a rare quiet evening at home. you've finally finished work for the day and are stretched out comfortably on the couch while chuuya sits on the floor with the twins. ivan is determined to stack blocks despite possessing absolutely none of the coordination necessary to do so, while indie keeps abandoning her own toys in favor of climbing directly into her father's lap.

the television is on in the background, mostly serving as noise while everyone relaxes.

then suddenly, your entire posture changes.

you sit up straighter.

your eyes widen.

and you stare at the television with alarming focus.

"oh my god."

chuuya glances up from where he's rescuing a block from ivan's mouth.

"...what?"

instead of answering, you immediately hold up a finger.

"shhh."

he blinks.

"excuse me?"

"shhh."

"why are you shushing me in my own house?"

you don't answer.

which somehow makes it worse.

chuuya looks toward the television.

an interview is playing.

specifically, an interview featuring a very famous actor that you've apparently decided is the most fascinating person currently alive.

"look at him," you whisper.

chuuya stares at the screen.

then back at you.

then back at the screen.

"...i am."

"look at the hair."

chuuya slowly raises a hand to his own hair.

"i have hair."

"not like that."

"what does that mean?"

you don't answer because you're too busy watching the interview.

chuuya looks deeply offended.

for the next ten minutes, every attempt he makes to start a conversation is met with some variation of "hold on," "wait," or the particularly insulting "he's talking."

eventually, chuuya sets indie on his hip and stands up.

"you know," he says, "i'm right here."

"mhm."

"physically present."

"mhm."

"raising our children."

"mhm."

he stares at you.

you continue staring at the television.

"...are you even listening to me?"

"one second."

chuuya's eye twitches.

the problem is that it doesn't stop there.

what he originally assumes is a one-time thing quickly becomes a recurring issue.

somehow this actor is everywhere.

a new interview.

a commercial.

a movie trailer.

a magazine cover.

and every single time, you react like you've been personally blessed by the universe.

one afternoon, chuuya walks into the living room carrying both twins only to find you watching another interview.

he stops immediately.

"...again?"

you glance at him briefly before returning your attention to the screen.

"he has a new movie coming out."

"okay?"

"so he's doing interviews."

"okay?"

"so i'm watching them."

chuuya looks down at the twins.

"are you hearing this?"

ivan drools.

indie tries to grab his nose.

neither of them are helpful.

a few days later, things somehow get worse.

you're scrolling through your phone while chuuya folds laundry beside you.

suddenly, you let out a dramatic sigh.

"awe."

chuuya doesn't look up.

"what?"

"look."

he makes the mistake of looking.

it's another picture.

of the actor.

smiling.

doing absolutely nothing remarkable.

"...he's standing."

"exactly."

"what exactly am i supposed to be seeing?"

"look at him."

"i am looking at him."

"and?"

"he's standing."

you gasp in offense.

chuuya genuinely feels like he's losing his mind.

eventually, the teasing becomes unavoidable.

every time the actor appears somewhere, chuuya immediately starts complaining.

if a commercial comes on, he groans.

if you mention his name, he rolls his eyes.

if you happen to smile while watching an interview, he acts like he's been personally betrayed.

which, unfortunately, only encourages you.

"wow," you say one evening while scrolling through your phone.

"what now?"

"he looks really good here."

chuuya narrows his eyes.

"i'm sitting right next to you."

"i know."

"your husband."

"i know."

"father of your children."

"i know."

"the man who made dinner tonight."

you finally look up.

"you want a trophy?"

"YES."

the twins are unfortunately old enough now to notice when their parents are being ridiculous.

which means both of them are sitting on the floor watching this conversation unfold with complete fascination.

indie especially seems entertained.

every time chuuya starts complaining, she giggles.

which feels incredibly disrespectful.

"your daughter is laughing at me."

"our daughter."

"not right now."

the final straw comes during a saturday family day.

everyone is home.

the weather is nice.

the twins are happy.

everything should be peaceful.

instead, you're watching another interview.

chuuya lasts approximately seven minutes before finally standing up.

without saying a word, he walks directly between you and the television.

the room goes silent.

you stare at him.

he stares back.

"move."

"no."

"chuuya."

"no."

"i can't see."

"good."

you narrow your eyes.

he narrows his right back.

somewhere behind him, indie lets out a delighted squeal while ivan watches like he's witnessing a historic event.

"move."

"pick."

you blink.

"...pick what?"

chuuya points at himself.

then points dramatically toward the television.

"him or me."

there's a moment of complete silence.

then you burst out laughing.

actual tears start forming in your eyes.

"you cannot be serious."

"i'm completely serious."

"you're jealous of a celebrity."

"yes."

"you've never met him."

"that's not the point."

"he doesn't even know i exist."

"also not the point."

you're laughing so hard now that it's difficult to breathe.

meanwhile, chuuya looks deeply committed to his argument.

"that's my husband," you say finally.

"yes."

"the father of my children."

"yes."

"the man i married."

"yes."

you point toward the television.

"that's a celebrity crush."

chuuya crosses his arms.

you continue.

"i can never actually have him."

he pauses.

"...okay."

you point at him instead.

"i already have you."

the silence afterward is immediate.

chuuya blinks once.

then twice.

the fight leaves his body so fast it's almost impressive.

"...oh."

you smile.

"see?"

his ears immediately start turning pink.

which is honestly adorable.

a few minutes later, he's sitting beside you on the couch with indie asleep against one shoulder and ivan sprawled across his lap.

the interview is still playing.

you aren't paying attention anymore.

instead, you're leaning comfortably against your husband.

chuuya seems significantly happier now.

smug, even.

"so i won."

you immediately roll your eyes.

"that's not what happened."

"that's exactly what happened."

"you're impossible."

"and yet."

he gestures at himself dramatically.

"you picked me."

you laugh.

indie stirs slightly in her sleep.

ivan grabs a handful of chuuya's shirt.

and somehow, despite all the complaining he'd done for the past several weeks, chuuya can't stop smiling.

because at the end of the day, some actor might get your attention for a few minutes.

but he's the one who gets to sit beside you when the television gets turned off, and as far as he's concerned, that's a pretty easy victory. 

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[osamuslvt]

the cat distribution system

[ FEATURING ] ― osamu dazai

[ TAGS / WARNINGS ] ― f!reader , fluff , stray kitten , animal adoption , established relationship , soft dazai , tooth-rotting sweetness

based on this request

it starts because of rain.

if it hadn't been raining, neither of you would've heard her.

you and dazai are walking home after dinner, sharing an umbrella while he talks your ear off about something completely ridiculous. honestly, you've stopped following the conversation several minutes ago. you're more focused on avoiding puddles than whatever dramatic story he's currently telling.

then you hear it.

a tiny, pitiful meow.

you immediately stop walking.

"wait."

dazai pauses beside you. "what?"

there it is again.

another tiny meow.

your head snaps toward a nearby alley.

"dazai."

the look on your face tells him everything he needs to know.

he sighs.

"...no."

"there's a cat."

"absolutely not."

another meow echoes through the rain.

you gasp like you've just heard a cry for help.

dazai pinches the bridge of his nose.

he already knows he's lost.

the argument is over before it even begins.

a few minutes later, you find her huddled beneath a half-collapsed cardboard box.

she's tiny.

far too tiny to be outside alone.

her fur is soaked from the rain, her paws are muddy, and she's staring up at the two of you with huge frightened eyes.

your heart immediately breaks.

"oh my god..."

you crouch down and carefully reach toward her.

the kitten lets out another tiny meow.

that's it.

you're done for.

completely.

you scoop her into your arms, holding her against your chest.

the kitten instantly begins purring.

dazai points accusingly.

"see that?"

you glance over.

"what?"

"manipulation."

you stare.

"she's a baby."

"exactly. she's perfected the technique."

the kitten sneezes.

you look seconds away from crying.

dazai knows it's over.

the kitten has already won.

the plan is to take her home temporarily.

just until she dries off.

just until she warms up.

just until you can figure out whether she belongs to someone.

that's the plan.

the plan lasts less than an hour.

because the moment you get home, the kitten immediately curls up in dazai's lap and falls asleep.

you stand there watching.

dazai watches too.

neither of you move.

eventually he clears his throat.

"don't name her."

you look at him suspiciously.

"why?"

"because if we name her, we're keeping her."

he says this while gently stroking her tiny head with one finger.

you raise an eyebrow.

"right."

"we're not keeping her."

"of course not."

the kitten stretches in her sleep and presses closer to him.

dazai visibly melts.

"...she's kind of cute."

you burst out laughing.

the next morning, you wake up and immediately notice dazai isn't in bed.

after searching the apartment, you find him on the couch.

the kitten is asleep on his chest.

he's lying perfectly still.

you stare.

he stares back.

"how long have you been awake?"

"about an hour."

"why didn't you move?"

he glances down at the sleeping kitten as though the answer should be obvious.

"she looked comfortable."

you just start laughing.

because this is the same man who once complained dramatically about carrying groceries for five minutes.

yet somehow he's willing to remain trapped under six pounds of cat indefinitely.

from that point on, the kitten becomes attached to him.

unreasonably attached.

she follows him everywhere.

when he goes to the kitchen, she's right behind him.

when he sits down, she's immediately climbing into his lap.

when he leaves a room, she runs after him like she's afraid he'll disappear.

you've never seen a cat pick a favorite person so quickly.

unfortunately for dazai, he's secretly thrilled about it.

you catch him talking to her constantly.

sometimes you'll walk into a room and find him having entire conversations with the kitten.

"that's a very interesting point."

the kitten meows.

"i agree."

you stand in the doorway.

"...who are you talking to?"

dazai looks offended.

"her."

the kitten meows again.

"exactly."

you decide not to ask.

weeks pass.

then months.

and somewhere along the way, the kitten quietly becomes part of the family.

there isn't some dramatic moment where you officially decide to keep her.

it just... happens.

one day there are toys scattered around the apartment.

there's cat food in the kitchen.

there's a scratching post in the corner.

and there are approximately five hundred photos of her on both of your phones.

you walk into the living room one afternoon and find dazai carrying her around wrapped in a blanket.

like a baby.

a literal baby.

the kitten looks completely content.

"you said we weren't keeping her."

"we're not."

"you bought her a custom bed."

"irrelevant."

"you call her princess."

"also irrelevant."

you stare at him.

he stares back.

the kitten yawns.

"we're definitely keeping her."

"...probably."

months later, you're curled up beside him on the couch while a movie plays quietly in the background.

the kitten, who is no longer particularly tiny, lies sprawled across both of your laps, completely asleep.

her paws twitch occasionally as she dreams.

you smile and reach down to pet her.

"remember when we said this was temporary?"

dazai looks down at the cat.

then at you.

then back at the cat.

"to be fair..."

"hm?"

"i never stood a chance."

you laugh softly.

because he's right.

neither of you did.

the kitten chooses that exact moment to roll onto her back and demand attention despite being half asleep.

dazai immediately starts petting her.

without hesitation.

without thinking.

like it's the most natural thing in the world.

you watch the two of them for a moment before resting your head on his shoulder.

your heart feels warm.

full.

because one rainy night, a tiny stray kitten had wandered into your lives.

and somehow managed to convince both of you that she belonged there all along.

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[osamuslvt]

too much

[ FEATURING ] ― chuuya nakahara

[ TAGS / WARNINGS ] ― wife!reader , sahd!chuuya , fluff , first trimester pregnancy symptoms , smell sensitivity , accidental hurt feelings , twins pregnancy, sleeping separately , comfort, emotional chuuya , protective husband , pregnancy struggles

based on this request

the first sign that something was different wasn't the nausea.

it wasn't the exhaustion either.

it was chuuya.

or more specifically, the fact that suddenly everything about him smelled too strong.

normally, it was comforting. his cologne, his shampoo, the clean scent of freshly washed clothes, sometimes even the faint traces of wine if he'd been out with coworkers. after years together, those smells had become synonymous with home.

except now they made you feel sick.

the first time it happened, you genuinely thought you were losing your mind.

chuuya had sat down beside you on the couch after finishing some chores around the apartment. usually, you'd immediately lean against him without even thinking about it. it was practically muscle memory at this point.

instead, the second he sat down, your stomach rolled violently.

you actually scooted away before you could stop yourself.

chuuya blinked.

"...you okay?"

"yeah."

you were not okay.

the scent of his cologne suddenly felt like someone had dumped the entire bottle directly under your nose.

things only got worse after the pregnancy was confirmed.

and somehow became even worse again after learning there were two babies instead of one.

according to the doctor, heightened smell sensitivity was completely normal.

according to you, it felt like torture.

one morning, chuuya walked into the kitchen carrying a fresh cup of coffee.

you gagged instantly.

he froze mid-step.

"...what?"

"the coffee."

he looked down at the mug.

"...it's coffee."

"i know."

"you literally drink coffee every morning."

"i know."

he frowned.

"then why are you looking at it like it committed a crime?"

you covered your mouth immediately.

"please get it away from me."

after that, he stopped questioning things.

instead, he started keeping a mental list.

foods that made you sick.

candles that made you sick.

cleaning supplies that made you sick.

certain soaps.

certain shampoos.

certain foods.

certain laundry detergents.

the list somehow changed every week, which only made everything more confusing.

but eventually, he adapted.

because that's what chuuya always did.

he adapted.

the problem was that there was one thing he couldn't exactly remove from the apartment.

himself.

some days were manageable.

other days weren't.

especially after work events.

especially after dinners with executives.

especially after nights where he came home smelling faintly of expensive wine and cigarette smoke from sitting around people who never seemed capable of holding a meeting without both.

those nights were the worst.

one evening, chuuya came home after meeting with several executives.

he wasn't drunk.

barely even tipsy.

just relaxed.

he stepped through the apartment door carrying takeout and immediately smiled when he saw you sitting on the couch.

"hey."

you looked up.

and immediately regretted it.

wine.

cigarettes.

cologne.

the cold outdoor air lingering on his coat.

all of it hit at once.

your stomach turned so violently you had to stand immediately.

chuuya stopped mid-step.

"...what happened?"

"don't come closer."

he froze.

completely.

"...what?"

"don't."

the concern on his face appeared instantly.

"baby?"

you pressed your hand over your nose.

"you smell."

for a second, he just stared.

"...i smell?"

"yes."

"bad?"

you immediately shook your head.

"not bad."

"then what's wrong?"

the frustration that had been building for weeks suddenly felt overwhelming.

your eyes burned.

"it's everything."

chuuya looked confused.

"everything?"

"the alcohol."

"...okay."

"the smoke."

"...okay."

"your cologne."

"...okay."

"your shampoo."

that one made him blink.

"my shampoo?"

"i can smell all of it."

for a moment, neither of you spoke.

then chuuya slowly looked down at himself.

"...i showered this morning."

despite everything, you laughed.

it came out as a miserable little sound, but it was still a laugh.

and somehow that made him relax slightly.

because now he understood.

this wasn't you being annoyed with him.

you genuinely felt awful.

the real problem came later that night.

you were exhausted.

completely exhausted.

but every time you started drifting toward sleep, chuuya would shift closer in bed.

and every single time it happened, the smell hit you again.

his shampoo.

his detergent.

his skin.

none of it was bad.

that was what made it so frustrating.

they were normal smells.

smells you usually loved.

but now they made your stomach twist.

after nearly an hour of unsuccessfully trying to sleep, you finally sat upright.

chuuya woke almost immediately.

years of sleeping beside you had made him sensitive to every little movement.

"...what's wrong?"

you covered your face.

for a moment, you couldn't answer.

because the request felt awful.

finally, you forced yourself to say it.

"can you sleep somewhere else tonight?"

the silence afterward was immediate.

and painful.

you looked over.

the hurt on his face appeared before he could hide it.

not anger.

not frustration.

just hurt.

your heart broke instantly.

"i don't mean it like that."

"then how do you mean it?" he asked quietly.

you swallowed hard.

"i can't sleep."

his expression softened slightly.

"because of the smells?"

you nodded.

"everything smells too strong."

your voice cracked despite your best efforts.

"every time you get close, i feel sick."

the second the words left your mouth, tears started forming.

which only made you feel worse.

because now you were crying over your husband smelling like himself.

pregnancy was humiliating.

the moment chuuya noticed the tears, any lingering hurt disappeared.

immediately.

he sat up fully.

"hey."

you wiped your face.

"i miss cuddling you."

the confession slipped out before you could stop it.

"and every time you get close i feel sick and i hate it."

something in his expression softened completely.

all the way down.

"oh."

you laughed weakly.

"i know it sounds stupid."

"it doesn't."

"i literally started crying because you smell like yourself."

that actually earned a laugh from him.

small. quiet. but real.

"okay, that's a little funny."

"chuuya."

"sorry."

you ended up laughing too.

which only made you cry harder.

which somehow made both of you laugh again.

eventually, once things settled down, chuuya reached over carefully.

not touching you yet.

making sure you were comfortable first.

"do you want me to sleep on the couch?"

you nodded miserably.

"just for tonight."

he didn't hesitate.

"okay."

immediately, guilt flooded your chest.

"i'm sorry."

"stop apologizing."

"but-"

"you're growing two babies."

his voice was gentle but firm.

certain.

like there was no room for argument.

"you don't need to apologize because your body is doing weird things."

your eyes burned again.

"two babies," he repeated quietly, still sounding amazed every time he said it.

then he smiled softly.

"they've already figured out how to steal my spot in bed."

that earned another watery laugh from you.

"idiot."

"that's me."

later that night, long after chuuya had moved to the couch, you still couldn't sleep.

the apartment felt wrong.

too quiet.

too empty.

eventually, you padded into the living room.

chuuya was asleep, half hanging off the couch with a blanket tangled around his legs.

he looked wildly uncomfortable.

you stood there for a moment just watching him.

then quietly walked over and draped another blanket over him.

the movement woke him slightly.

"...hey."

"hi."

he blinked up at you, immediately concerned despite barely being awake.

"you okay?"

you nodded.

then sat carefully on the floor beside the couch.

for a moment, neither of you spoke.

then quietly, almost embarrassed, you admitted,

"i miss you."

chuuya smiled immediately.

sleepy.

soft.

completely in love.

"come here."

you pointed at him.

"you smell."

"wow."

you laughed.

finally.

properly this time.

instead of moving closer, you settled beside the couch.

near enough to talk.

near enough to be together.

chuuya reached down lazily and hooked his pinky around yours.

it wasn't a cuddle.

it wasn't even really hand-holding.

but it was enough.

for tonight, it was enough.

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opposite worlds

[ FEATURING ] ― kenma kozume

[ TAGS / WARNINGS ] ― f!reader , fluff , established relationship , chronically online kenma , bookworm reader , opposites attract , slice of life , school setting

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kenma genuinely doesn't understand how you function.

the realization hits him at least once a day.

today's offense is discovering you've never heard of a meme that had apparently taken over the internet two months ago.

he's sitting beside you during lunch, scrolling through his phone while you read a novel thick enough to be used as a weapon. without warning, he turns his screen toward you.

"look."

you glance up from your book.

a video plays.

you watch it.

wait for the punchline.

watch some more.

then slowly look back at him.

"...i don't get it."

kenma stares.

"how do you not get it?"

"i don't know what any of that means."

"it's literally everywhere."

you return to your book.

"apparently not everywhere."

kenma drops his head onto the table.

across the room, kuroo is laughing so hard he can barely breathe.

lunch periods are probably the weirdest part of your relationship.

most couples spend the entire break talking to each other.

you and kenma spend half of it in complete silence.

he scrolls through social media or plays a game on his phone.

you read.

sometimes twenty minutes pass without a single word exchanged between you.

neither of you find this strange.

everyone else does.

one afternoon yamamoto walks past your table and slows to a stop.

"are you guys fighting?"

you look up.

kenma doesn't even glance away from his phone.

"no."

"then why aren't you talking?"

"because we're busy."

yamamoto looks between your book and kenma's screen.

then walks away looking more confused than before.

studying together somehow works despite the fact that your approaches are completely different.

you actually read the material.

kenma searches for summaries, online explanations, and shortcuts.

one afternoon you catch him staring at his laptop instead of the textbook.

"are you studying?"

"yes."

"that's a gaming forum."

"they're discussing the chapter."

you lean over.

they are not discussing the chapter.

they're arguing about character builds.

kenma has absolutely no defense when you point it out.

the library becomes an unofficial meeting spot for the two of you.

at first kenma only started going because that's where you always were.

eventually he claimed a specific chair near the back window and started showing up automatically.

he'll spend the entire time gaming on his switch while you disappear into whatever book you're reading.

to anyone else, it looks like you're doing separate activities.

somehow it still feels like a date.

occasionally you'll glance up and find him already looking at you.

when he realizes he's been caught, he'll immediately look back at his screen.

you never mention it.

mostly because it's cute.

one of kenma's favorite hobbies becomes showing you internet things and watching your reactions.

unfortunately for him, you understand almost none of them.

he'll excitedly explain some online drama that everyone apparently knows about.

you'll blink.

ask who any of those people are.

and force him to spend the next ten minutes explaining internet culture from the beginning.

every single time, he walks away questioning how you've managed to avoid learning any of it.

every single time, you remind him that you spend your free time reading books instead of staring at a screen.

he never has a response to that.

you accidentally become his source of random knowledge.

while kenma knows everything happening online, he somehow knows very little about anything outside of it.

you'll casually mention some historical fact while walking between classes.

he'll immediately stop.

"how do you know that?"

"i read it."

"why were you reading about that?"

you think for a moment.

"i don't remember."

kenma somehow finds that answer even more concerning.

your hobbies constantly confuse each other.

kenma watches you check out six books from the library and nearly has a heart attack.

"you're reading all of those?"

"yes."

"when?"

"this week."

he looks genuinely horrified.

meanwhile you stare at the price tag of a game he just bought.

"you spent eighty dollars on that?"

"yes."

"why?"

"because i wanted it."

the conversation ends with both of you deciding the other person's hobby is ridiculous.

despite spending most of his time online, kenma actually likes how different you are.

you don't care about trends.

you don't care about internet drama.

you don't know what's popular, and honestly, you don't seem interested in finding out.

while everyone else is talking about whatever happened online that week, you're curled up with a book written decades before either of you were born.

there's something oddly relaxing about it.

being around you feels quieter.

simpler.

less exhausting.

he'd never admit that out loud, though.

the funny thing is that nobody understands how your relationship works.

on paper, it shouldn't.

you're the girl who spends entire afternoons reading in the library.

he's the guy who stays awake until three in the morning playing games.

you live in completely different worlds.

and yet every day after school, people still see the same thing.

kenma sitting beside you while you read.

you sitting beside kenma while he games.

comfortable silence settling between you.

no pressure to entertain each other.

no need to fill every second with conversation.

just the simple comfort of existing together.

somewhere between your books and his screens, the two of you managed to become each other's favorite place to be.

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closer than expected

[ FEATURING ] ― fyodor dostoevsky

[ TAGS / WARNINGS ] ― gn!reader , fluff , cuddling , established relationship , physical affection

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fyodor is not naturally touchy in public. if you're around other people, he's more likely to rest a hand on your shoulder or guide you somewhere with a hand on your back than openly cuddle you.

in private, though, he's surprisingly comfortable with physical affection. not clingy, but definitely not distant.

he's the type to pull you closer without acknowledging he's doing it.

if you're sitting beside him, eventually you'll notice the gap between you somehow disappeared.

he's a huge fan of side-by-side cuddling while doing separate things. he'll be reading a book while you're scrolling on your phone, but your legs are tangled together and his arm is around your waist.

fyodor absolutely uses cuddling as an excuse to steal your body heat.

he runs cold all the time.

if you're warm, congratulations. you've become his personal heater.

he prefers being the big spoon more often than not.

partly because he likes having you close.

partly because he likes knowing exactly where you are.

however, if he's exhausted, he'll let you hold him.that's actually one of the biggest signs of trust from him.

fyodor isn't someone who relaxes easily, so willingly curling up against you and letting you take care of him says a lot.

he enjoys having his hair played with far more than he'll admit.the first time you run your fingers through his hair and he unconsciously leans into your hand, he'll immediately realize what he did and pretend it never happened.

you notice.

he knows you notice.

neither of you mention it.

when he's working, he'll sometimes pull you into his lap if he doesn't want you wandering off somewhere else.

he'll claim it's more convenient.it's not.he just likes having you there.if you're upset, cuddling becomes much more intentional.

he'll quietly open his arms and wait.

no dramatic speech.

no asking questions right away.

just silent comfort until you're ready to talk.

fyodor isn't very vocal during cuddles.

he's not constantly saying sweet things.

instead, he'll show affection through little actions like adjusting a blanket around you, rubbing circles on your arm, or pressing a kiss to the top of your head when he thinks you're asleep.

he definitely notices if you're the type who constantly seeks physical affection.

if you always end up in his lap, on his shoulder, or curled against his side, he'll start expecting it.

eventually he'll get confused if you don't cuddle him.he won't ask about it directly.

but he'll definitely keep glancing at you wondering why you're sitting so far away.

despite his usual composed nature, fyodor becomes surprisingly possessive during sleepy cuddles.

if someone tries waking you up while you're comfortably asleep against him, they're getting a very unimpressed stare.

he considers disturbing your nap a personal offense.

overall, fyodor's cuddling style is quiet, subtle, and intimate.

he's not the type to smother you with affection.

he's the type who pulls you a little closer, tucks a blanket around both of you, and acts like he has absolutely no idea why you're smiling.

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[osamuslvt]

pretty boy

[ FEATURING ] ― osamu dazai , chuuya nakahara , ryunosuke akutagawa

[ TAGS / WARNINGS ] ― f!reader , fluff , established relationship , teasing , reader calls them "pretty boy" , flustered characters

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꒰ osamu dazai ꒱

the first time

dazai is talking.

which isn't unusual.

he's draped across the couch, complaining dramatically about something completely ridiculous while you half-listen and scroll through your phone.

"and then chuuya had the audacity to-"

"okay, pretty boy."

silence.

complete silence.

you glance up.

dazai has stopped mid-sentence.

mid-breath.

mid-everything.

"...what did you call me?"

there's something dangerous about how soft his voice suddenly becomes.

you blink.

"pretty boy?"

you expected a laugh.

maybe a joke.

instead, he just stares.

for a second he genuinely looks caught off guard.

then a grin slowly spreads across his face.

oh no.

that's worse.

much worse.

"pretty boy?" he repeats.

you can practically see the ego inflating.

"you think i'm pretty?"

"i mean..."

you gesture vaguely at him.

"look at yourself."

dazai immediately throws himself into your lap.

"say it again."

"absolutely not."

"say it."

"no."

"please."

"no."

he spends the next hour trying to trick you into repeating it.

after you keep doing it

it becomes his favorite thing.

which is unfortunate.

"good morning, pretty boy."

"good morning, darling."

smug.

immediately smug.

he'll tilt his head and smile like he just won something.

sometimes he'll intentionally do things to fish for it.

new shirt?

he's standing in front of you.

hair done differently?

suddenly he's asking if you notice anything.

he pretends he's unaffected.

he absolutely is not.

every single time you call him pretty boy, there's the tiniest flicker of embarrassment hidden behind the smugness.

because hearing it from you feels different.

and secretly?

he loves it.

loves it far more than he'll ever admit.

꒰ chuuya nakahara ꒱

the first time

you don't even think about it.

you're fixing his tie before an event.

he's standing there impatiently while you adjust it.

"hold still."

"i am holding still."

"you're literally moving."

"barely."

you finish fixing the tie and smile.

"there."

you pat his chest.

"all done, pretty boy."

chuuya freezes.

completely.

his brain visibly stops working.

"...what?"

you blink.

"your tie?"

"not that."

his ears are turning red.

rapidly.

"the other thing."

realization hits.

oh.

oh that's funny.

"pretty boy?"

the redness gets worse.

which shouldn't be possible.

"quit saying it like that."

"like what?"

"like it's normal."

you stare.

"you are pretty."

he nearly chokes.

actually chokes.

you have to hand him water.

after you keep doing it

chuuya never gets used to it.

ever.

he acts like he does.

he doesn't.

"thanks, pretty boy."

"yeah, yeah."

red ears.

every time.

without fail.

sometimes he'll roll his eyes.

sometimes he'll grumble.

sometimes he'll tell you to stop.

you never stop.

eventually he starts muttering things under his breath.

"you're lucky i like you."

"what was that, pretty boy?"

"...nothing."

the worst part is when other people hear.

because then he's immediately defensive.

"don't call me that in public."

"why?"

"because."

"because what?"

"because shut up."

meanwhile he's bright red.

the thing is, chuuya knows he's attractive.

he's confident.

he's not insecure.

but hearing you call him pretty?

he turns into a disaster every single time.

akutagawa ryūnosuke

the first time

it happens completely by accident.

you're brushing lint off his coat.

he's standing there silently while you fuss over him.

"there."

you smooth down the collar.

"you look nice today, pretty boy."

...

nothing.

absolutely nothing.

you look up.

akutagawa is staring at you.

expression blank.

motionless.

you wonder if he heard you.

then you notice his ears.

red.

very red.

"akutagawa?"

"..."

"did you hear me?"

"...yes."

his answer comes three business days later.

you try not to laugh.

"okay."

"..."

"..."

"...pretty boy?"

he immediately turns around and walks away.

actually walks away.

you can hear rashomon rustling aggressively.

after you keep doing it

he never knows what to do.

ever.

every single time you say it, his brain short-circuits.

"thank you, pretty boy."

"..."

"good morning, pretty boy."

"...good morning."

"you look handsome today, pretty boy."

error.

system failure.

rebooting.

he tries pretending it doesn't affect him.

it doesn't work.

because the second you call him that, he either looks away, clears his throat, or suddenly becomes very interested in literally anything except making eye contact.

eventually you catch him hiding his face behind his hand.

"are you embarrassed?"

"no."

"your ears are red."

"they are not."

"they are."

"..."

"...pretty boy."

he nearly drops whatever he's holding.

the truth is that akutagawa spends most of his life being feared.

respected.

avoided.

he's never really been treated as something soft.

something beautiful.

so every time you call him pretty boy, there's a tiny part of him that still doesn't quite know how to process it.

but if you ever stopped?

he'd notice immediately.

and he'd miss it far more than he'd ever admit. 

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[osamuslvt]

no one gets to hurt you

[ FEATURING ] ― soukoku

[ TAGS / WARNINGS ] ― f!reader , poly , established relationship , comfort , harassment from an ex , protective dazai , protective chuuya , reader is upset , emotional hurt/comfort , happy ending

based on this request

for three days, something is wrong.

dazai notices it first. which is unfortunate, because once dazai notices something, it becomes impossible for anyone else not to notice it.

you're quieter than usual.

not dramatically. not enough for most people to point it out, but dazai knows you.

he knows the difference between your genuine smile and the one you've been forcing lately. he knows how you normally greet him when he comes home. he knows the way your eyes tend to brighten when you get excited about something.

all of those things have been missing.

by the second day, he's sprawled across your lap, staring directly into your face.

"you're sad."

you blink.

"i'm not."

"you are."

"i'm fine."

"liar."

you gently shove his forehead away.

he immediately flops sideways across the couch.

"chuuyaaa," he complains loudly. "she's lying to me."

"you say that every day."

"because she lies every day."

"that's not helping your argument."

normally you would've laughed.

both of them notice that you don't.

the apartment feels quieter after that.

heavier, and neither of them like it.

especially chuuya.

chuuya doesn't push the way dazai does.

he isn't the type to poke and prod until someone caves.

instead, he watches.

he notices the way you stare at your phone.

the way your expression falls whenever it vibrates.

the way you sometimes leave the room before checking whatever notification appeared.

he notices your shoulders tensing.

your appetite disappearing.

the dark circles slowly forming beneath your eyes.

he notices all of it, and he hates it.

on the third night, you fall asleep on the couch.

curled into yourself.

phone clutched tightly in your hand.

dazai and chuuya exchange a look.

something is definitely wrong.

the problem is that neither of them knows what.

"i don't like this," chuuya mutters.

"neither do i."

for once, dazai sounds completely serious.

his gaze remains fixed on your sleeping face.

"she looks exhausted."

chuuya's jaw tightens.

"and she's been pretending she's okay."

they both know you well enough to understand what that means.

if you're hiding something, it's because you don't want to burden them.

which somehow makes them even more concerned.

a soft buzz suddenly fills the room.

your phone.

the screen lights up.

dazai glances down automatically.

then freezes.

the caller id displays a name neither of them recognize.

but what catches their attention isn't the name.

it's the dozens.

and dozens.

and dozens.

of missed calls underneath it.

messages.

voicemails.

notifications stretching endlessly down the screen.

chuuya immediately sits upright.

"...what the hell?"

dazai's expression changes.

all traces of playfulness disappear.

the air around him becomes frighteningly still.

carefully, he picks up the phone.

another message appears.

why are you ignoring me?

then another.

answer the damn phone.

another.

don't act like you're too good to talk to me now.

another.

this is your fault.

the silence in the room becomes suffocating.

chuuya's hand tightens around the armrest hard enough to crack it.

"who is that?"

dazai scrolls.

and scrolls.

and scrolls.

hundreds of messages.

his eyes narrow.

then he finds one that answers the question.

after everything i did for you, this is how you treat me?

you used to be mine.

the room goes cold.

very, very cold.

"ah."

dazai smiles.

which is somehow much scarier than if he had looked angry.

"her ex."

chuuya slowly stands.

his expression is murderous.

"i'm gonna kill him."

"that's illegal."

"i don't care."

"fair."

your phone buzzes again.

another message.

are those new boyfriends telling you not to answer me?

did they convince you i'm the bad guy?

something in chuuya snaps.

"boyfriends."

his eye twitches.

"this asshole knows about us?"

dazai's smile widens.

which is never a good sign.

"apparently."

"great."

"mhm."

"fantastic."

"absolutely wonderful."

they both look ready to commit several crimes.

unfortunately for them, that's when you wake up.

you blink sleepily.

"...why do you both look like that?"

silence.

then chuuya points at your phone.

"why didn't you tell us?"

your stomach drops.

immediately.

you know exactly what happened.

"..."

"..."

"...shit."

dazai scoots closer.

his voice is gentle.

far gentler than usual.

"how long?"

you look away.

which answers the question immediately.

chuuya exhales sharply.

"baby."

your eyes sting.

"i didn't want you worrying."

"too late."

"i thought he'd stop."

"he didn't."

you swallow.

the embarrassment is somehow worse than the fear.

"i didn't want it to become a thing."

dazai stares at you.

then reaches forward and takes your hand.

"you being scared is automatically our thing."

your eyes immediately fill with tears.

"you don't have to deal with things alone."

his thumb brushes against your knuckles.

"ever."

beside him, chuuya crouches in front of you.

his expression is still furious.

but not at you.

never at you.

"look at me."

you do.

"if some asshole is making you cry, i want to know."

his jaw clenches.

"if he's making you scared, i definitely want to know."

another tear slips down your face.

chuuya wipes it away immediately.

"you don't protect us from this stuff."

his voice softens.

"we're supposed to protect you too."

that finally breaks you.

you start crying.

the stress of the past few days comes pouring out all at once.

before you know it, dazai is hugging you from one side while chuuya pulls you against his chest from the other.

completely surrounding you.

completely trapping you in warmth.

"there she is," dazai murmurs.

"idiot."

"seriously," chuuya mutters into your hair. "next time tell us."

"okay."

"promise?"

"promise."

another buzz comes from your phone.

the three of you look at it.

the ex's name flashes across the screen again.

for several seconds, nobody moves.

then dazai picks up the phone.

and answers.

the man barely gets out a single word before dazai smiles.

"hello."

the voice on the other end pauses.

dazai's smile widens.

"this number belongs to my girlfriend."

silence.

"the fact that you've continued contacting her after she stopped responding is very interesting."

more silence.

chuuya is practically vibrating beside him.

"you have exactly one chance to never contact her again."

dazai's voice remains perfectly pleasant.

which somehow makes it worse.

"i strongly recommend taking it."

the call disconnects.

immediately.

chuuya bursts out laughing.

"he hung up!"

"how rude."

"you sounded like a serial killer."

"i was being polite."

you snort.

an actual laugh escaping you for the first time in days.

both of them instantly look at you.

their expressions softening.

there you are.

finally.

dazai kisses your forehead.

chuuya squeezes your hand.

and for the first time all week, the knot in your chest starts to loosen.

because whatever happens next, you're not facing it alone.

and if your ex is stupid enough to keep pushing?

well.

he'll have to deal with two very protective boyfriends who love you far more than he's ever capable of understanding. 

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[osamuslvt]

just this once

[ FEATURING ] ― ruynosuke akutagawa

[ TAGS / WARNINGS ] ― f!reader , fluff , wedding day , established relationship , soft akutagawa , affectionate akutagawa , happy ending , kissing

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the moment akutagawa sees you, he forgets every carefully rehearsed word.

he had spent weeks telling himself that today would be simple. stand at the altar. say his vows. sign the papers. survive the attention. that was all. he had faced assassins, ability users, and situations that should have killed him ten times over. a wedding shouldn't have been the thing that made his chest feel tight.

and yet the second you appear at the end of the aisle, everything falls apart.

the room disappears.

the guests disappear.

the music becomes nothing more than distant noise.

all he can see is you.

you look beautiful.

he knows the word isn't enough. beautiful doesn't explain the way his breath catches when your eyes find his. it doesn't explain the ache that settles in his chest as you walk toward him. it doesn't explain why, for once in his life, he doesn't care that people can see exactly what he's feeling.

because they can.

everyone can.

his gaze never leaves you.

normally, if someone caught him staring, he would look away immediately. he would clear his throat, compose himself, pretend nothing happened. but today he doesn't even try. he watches you openly, taking in every detail as though he's afraid this moment might somehow vanish if he blinks.

you notice.

of course you notice.

by the time you reach him, you're smiling so brightly it nearly hurts to look at.

"you're staring."

your voice is quiet, teasing.

he should deny it.

instead he simply says, "i know."

your eyes widen.

a few people in the front row immediately start whispering.

akutagawa ignores every single one of them.

"you look beautiful," he says.

the words come out so naturally that he almost surprises himself.

you stare at him for a moment before your expression softens.

"thank you."

his throat tightens.

because you're smiling at him.

because you're here.

because in a few minutes you'll be his wife.

for a long time, akutagawa never allowed himself to want things. wanting meant risking disappointment. wanting meant giving fate something to take away. but somewhere along the way, you became the exception. you slipped into every future he imagined without asking permission.

now you're standing in front of him, and for the first time in years, he feels something dangerously close to happiness.

when the officiant begins speaking, akutagawa barely hears a word.

his attention remains entirely on you.

the way you're trying not to laugh whenever someone in the audience sniffles dramatically. the way your fingers twist nervously around the bouquet. the way your eyes keep drifting back to him as if you're making sure he's really there.

he is.

and he isn't going anywhere.

when it's time for the vows, he takes your hands in his.

they're warm.

smaller than his.

familiar.

he's held them countless times before, but somehow this feels different.

more important.

the room falls silent.

everyone waits.

akutagawa isn't known for speeches. if anything, most people expected him to keep his vows short and painfully straightforward.

instead, he looks directly into your eyes.

"before i met you," he begins quietly, "i didn't think much about the future."

the room grows even quieter.

"i only thought about surviving. another day. another mission. another fight."

his thumb brushes over your knuckles.

"then i met you."

his voice falters for only a second.

just a second.

but you notice.

you always notice.

"and suddenly i found myself wanting things."

your eyes immediately begin to sting.

"i wanted mornings with you. conversations with you. a home with you."

a tear slips down your cheek.

akutagawa reaches up without hesitation and wipes it away.

a collective gasp moves through the audience.

he doesn't care.

not today.

especially not today.

"you became the future i never thought i would have."

his gaze softens completely.

there's no wall left.

no mask.

nothing hidden.

just love.

pure and obvious and impossible to miss.

"and if you'll continue allowing me to stay by your side, then i'll spend the rest of my life making sure you never regret choosing me."

by the time he finishes speaking, you're crying openly.

so are several guests.

even atsushi looks suspiciously emotional.

when you finally manage to say your vows through your tears, akutagawa watches you with an expression nobody in the room has ever seen before.

he's smiling.

not a smirk.

not a tiny curve hidden in the corner of his mouth.

a genuine smile.

warm.

soft.

happy.

the entire room seems to freeze.

you actually hear someone whisper, "is that akutagawa?"

another person nearly chokes.

you start laughing through your tears.

his smile only grows.

just a little. just for you.

when the officiant finally announces that you may kiss, akutagawa doesn't wait.

his hand slides gently against your cheek as he pulls you closer. every movement is careful, almost reverent, as though you're something precious. then he kisses you.

softly.

tenderly.

like he has all the time in the world.

the room erupts into applause, but neither of you pay attention.

when he pulls away, his forehead rests against yours.

his smile is still there.

and for once, he makes no effort to hide it.

because he's in love.

because he knows it.

because today, standing beside his wife, he wants the entire world to know it too.

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found again, kept forever

[ FEATURING ] ― osamu dazai , ranpo edogawa , saigiku jouno , tetcho suehiro

[ TAGS / WARNINGS ] ― younger sis!reader , platonic , lost sibling reunion , protective older brothers , curiosity , trust-building , wholesome interactions , comfort , sibling bonding , healing , reader learning about them

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꒰ osamu dazai ꒱

you don’t remember much from before the separation, only fragments, voices, movement, and the feeling of being held onto too tightly before everything changed.

so meeting him again feels unreal at first.

he smiles like he already knows you. like he’s been waiting for you to catch up.

“you got taller,” he says lightly.

you nod awkwardly.

you don’t know how to act around him yet, so you just watch.

you start telling people things like “my brother is really smart” in a quiet voice, like it’s a secret you’re not supposed to say too proudly.

he hears it anyway.

of course he does.

one day, you’re hovering near his room too long, staring at his coat and the bandages on his arms.

he tilts his head. “are you trying to steal something?”

you panic immediately. “no- I just-”

you hesitate, then admit softly, “i was curious.”

he stares at you for a second.

then sighs dramatically.

“you could’ve just asked.”

you freeze.

“…i didn’t want to bother you.”

that makes him pause.

then he steps aside.

“come in,” he says.

no teasing this time. just letting you see.

and for once, he doesn’t make you feel like you’re intruding.

꒰ ranpo edogawa ꒱

you’re not subtle about how much you admire him.

you think you are, but you’re not.

he notices everything immediately.

the way you linger when he talks. the way you quietly agree with everything he says. the way you tell people, “my brother is really smart,” like it’s something obvious and important.

he pretends not to care.

he absolutely cares.

one day, he catches you near his candy stash.

you freeze instantly.

he squints. “you’re stealing my snacks?”

you shake your head fast. “no- I just like them…”

there’s a pause.

then he sighs like this is a very simple problem.

“you could’ve just asked.”

he shoves a bag of candy into your hands.

you blink. “really?”

“obviously,” he says. “you’re my sister.”

you stop trying to sneak things after that.

he just starts giving you things instead like it was never a question.

꒰ saigiku jouno ꒱

he notices you immediately.

he always does.

you don’t think you’re obvious, but you are, especially when you keep looking at his uniform and weapons like you’re trying to understand something important.

he catches you once standing too long near the hunting dogs base.

“…are you lost?” he asks.

you shake your head quickly.

you don’t say you were just curious.

he already knows.

later, inside, he notices your gaze drifting again.

“…you’re looking at it,” he says flatly.

you freeze. “sorry-i just-”

“do you want to see it?” he interrupts.

you blink.

“…can i?”

a pause.

then he hands it over calmly. like it’s nothing.

“don’t drop it,” he says.

you hold it carefully, way too carefully.

he watches you the entire time.

“you’re tense,” he notes.

“…it’s sharp.”

“yes.”

you glance up. “aren’t you worried?”

he tilts his head slightly.

“no,” he says simply. “you’re my sister.”

like that explains everything.

and somehow, it does.

꒰ tetcho suehiro ꒱

he doesn’t question your presence.

you start following him around naturally, and he just… allows it.

like it’s part of the routine now.

you watch him train. watch him work. watch him stand still for long periods like he’s thinking too deeply about something.

he never tells you to leave.

he just says, “remain close.”

you do.

one day, you ask to try on part of his uniform.

he pauses.

“…for what purpose?” he asks.

you hesitate. “i just wanted to see.”

he nods once.

“understood.”

he lets you wear it.

you stand there awkwardly, overwhelmed by how heavy it feels.

“it suits you,” he says.

you blink. “it does?”

“yes.”

no hesitation. no joke. just fact.

after that, he starts showing you things without being asked. how things work. how to move safely. how to observe carefully.

he never warns you emotionally.

he instructs you calmly.

“stay near me.”

“do not separate.”

“observe.”

you listen.

because you trust him.

and when something dangerous comes up, and you hesitate for a moment, he just looks at you and asks, “do you wish to continue?”

you nod.

“then proceed,” he says.

and he stays right beside you the entire time.

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always there

[ FEATURING ] ― soukoku

[ TAGS / WARNINGS ] ― f!reader , poly , injured reader , hurt/comfort , caretaking , post-mission recovery , protective chuuya , attentive dazai , emotional reassurance , established relationship , reader being cared for , soft moments , subtle affection , comfort over pain

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you don’t really remember the exact moment things went wrong on the mission.

just the impact. the sting.

and then the sudden shift from “i’ve got this” to “oh, that was worse than expected.”

by the time you’re back, you’re sitting on the edge of a bed you didn’t walk to properly, trying very hard not to wince while two very familiar presences move around you like a storm trying not to touch you too hard.

Chuuya is the first one to speak.

“you’re bleeding through the bandage again,” he says immediately, voice tight in a way he’s pretending isn’t concern.

“it’s fine,” you reply automatically.

he gives you a look.

you sigh. “…it’s not that bad.”

“don’t lie,” he mutters, already kneeling in front of you and carefully adjusting the bandage like he’s afraid you’ll break if he’s too rough. “you’re terrible at it.”

you blink. “at what?”

“at getting injured and calling it ‘not that bad.’”

behind him, dazai lets out a quiet hum as he leans against the wall.

“she has a point,” he says lightly. “you’re very dramatic about underestimating yourself.”

chuuya doesn’t even look back. “you’re enjoying this too much.”

“not at all,” dazai replies immediately, far too cheerful for someone in a serious situation. “i’m devastated.”

you narrow your eyes at him. “you look happy.”

“that’s my grief face.”

“it’s not.”

“it is.”

chuuya sighs, pressing a bit more gauze against your side. “ignore him.”

“i am trying,” you mutter.

you’re not doing a great job.

neither of them ever really lets you be alone in situations like this. it’s not something they agreed on out loud, it just… happens.

chuuya handles the practical side. dazai handles everything else. neither of them asks the other to step back.

it’s annoying.

it’s also kind of comforting.

chuuya finishes wrapping the bandage carefully, fingers gentler than you expect from him. when he’s done, he sits back on his heels, eyes scanning you like he’s checking for more damage.

“how’s your head?” he asks.

“fine.”

“lie again and i’m carrying you to the doctor.”

you hesitate. “…it hurts a little.”

“that’s what i thought.”

from behind him, dazai steps closer, leaning in just enough to peek at your face.

“you’re paler than usual,” he notes.

“thank you,” you reply flatly.

“i’m just observing.”

“you’re judging.”

“that too.”

chuuya clicks his tongue. “stop crowding her.”

“i’m not crowding,” dazai says. “i’m emotionally supporting the situation.”

“you’re breathing in her direction.”

“that’s support.”

you let out a small breath of laughter despite yourself, which immediately earns you two different reactions, chuuya softening slightly, and dazai looking far too pleased.

“see?” dazai says. “she’s fine.”

“she’s laughing because you’re ridiculous,” chuuya replies.

“same thing.”

chuuya ignores him again and gently adjusts your position so you’re sitting more comfortably. his hands linger just long enough to make sure you’re stable before pulling away.

“…you did good,” he mutters after a second.

you blink. “that’s rare praise.”

“don’t get used to it.”

from the side, dazai leans his head slightly.

“i also think you did well,” he says brightly.

you stare at him. “you were not even on the same side of the fight.”

“supportive presence,” he corrects.

chuuya sighs again. “you didn’t even show up until the end.”

“emotional timing,” dazai says.

you shake your head slowly. “you’re both unbelievable.”

chuuya stands up, brushing his hands off. “you need rest.”

“i'm fine-”

“you’re sitting down,” he cuts in immediately.

dazai nods. “agreed.”

you look between them. “since when do you agree on anything?”

“rare occasion,” chuuya says.

“cherish it,” dazai adds.

somehow, they settle into a rhythm.

chuuya fixes the practical things, bandages, water, making sure you’re actually lying down properly instead of stubbornly trying to sit up. dazai handles the lighter side, talking too much, distracting you, making stupid comments just to keep your attention off the pain.

it should be chaotic.

it is, but it’s also steady in a way you don’t say out loud.

at some point, chuuya sits on the edge of the bed beside you, arms crossed, watching you like he’s refusing to relax until he’s sure you’re okay.

dazai, of course, takes the opportunity to lean in closer from the other side.

“if you wanted attention,” he says, “you could’ve just asked.”

you glance at him. “i did not want this kind of attention.”

“liar,” chuuya mutters.

you groan quietly.

but when the room finally quiets down, when dazai stops talking for once, and chuuya’s hand stays resting near yours just in case, you realize something simple.

you’re not alone.

and for those two, that’s their version of care.

loud. annoying. constant.

but always there.

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standing slightly closer

[ FEATURING ] ― tetcho suehiro

[ TAGS / WARNINGS ] ― gn!reader , sickfic , reader taking care of tetcho , clingy tetcho , domestic comfort , established relationship , sleeping together , headcanon

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when tetcho gets sick, he doesn’t realize it right away. he just notices he feels “less efficient than usual” and assumes it’s a minor issue he can function through. it takes you pointing out his flushed face and slower movements for him to accept that he is, in fact, sick

once he accepts it, he immediately becomes very compliant. no complaining, no denial, just a calm “understood” before he lies down like he’s been given new instructions

he gets clingy in a very quiet, straightforward way. normally, he respects personal space almost mechanically, but when he’s sick, he starts positioning himself closer to you without really announcing it. if you sit down, he sits nearby. if you move, his eyes follow you. if you leave the room, he will eventually appear in the doorway without saying anything

he doesn’t ask for attention directly. instead, he just gently holds onto your sleeve or wrist whenever you’re within reach, like it’s the most natural thing in the world and not something he’s consciously decided

he becomes extremely calm when you’re near him. his usual intensity softens into something quiet and steady, like your presence lowers whatever discomfort he’s feeling

he follows your instructions without question. water? done. medicine? taken. rest? accepted. but only if you stay close enough for him to see you while he does it

if you leave for too long, he doesn’t call for you, he just waits and eventually appears nearby, watching you silently like he’s checking whether you’re still there

when you ask what he needs, he pauses for a moment before saying something like, “proximity is beneficial,” completely serious, like it’s a fact rather than a feeling.

he falls asleep holding onto you without meaning to your sleeve, your hand, sometimes just the edge of your shirt—like his body decides staying connected is part of recovery

and the next day, when he wakes up, he acts like nothing unusual happened at all. “condition stabilized,” he says

but he’s still standing slightly closer to you than before

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