── .✦ dazai x fem!reader // the horrors of… whatever the fuck it is dazai fears. intimacy! yep.
notes: unestablished relationship; dazai and reader are coworkers, though they’re seemingly good friends.
i would have written for chuuya too, but, like, i’m too lazy and i just wanted some dazai halloween fluff
there’s no way he wouldn’t be a goddamn mummy for at least ONE halloween event like cmon its literally right there
i wrote this in like half an hour and proof-read it like two times please don't kill me (;‘• - •`; )
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“I can’t believe you went for the most basic thing possible.”
Dazai inclined his head to the side, a smirk already sitting on his lips as he lifted a brow at you with that half-lidded gaze that made your eye twitch. The brunette just shrugged at your deadpan voice, his lanky frame folding in half as he bent at the waist and brought his face — his bandaged face — to your eye level. He made a show of adjusting the cuffs of his gray collar shirt, brown eyes shifted downward, though his attention remained on you and you specifically.
“Any issues with my costume, doll?” He purred, lifting his gaze to meet your unimpressed one. His voice was smooth, unbothered, and absolutely smug. The scent of clean bandages made your living room smell like a hospital, and you wondered for a second if you should crack open a window before you two left. “And here I thought I was free to do my own thing. I remember someone mentioning they didn’t want to match?”
The tease in his voice was as familiar as the sight of his bandages, but tonight, he’d gone all out: he’d taken the mummy comment you’d made about him to new heights, and whether he’d done it just to piss you and Kunikida off, or he was just too lazy to commit fully… wasn’t obvious. It never was with him. His ‘costume’ was as original as his personal motto was for a suicidal maniac like himself. Yet, you had to admit, it did suit his brand of chaos.
“Yeah, well, how was I supposed to know you’d pick that? Actually, scratch that—”
You flicked his nose off (because it was one of the few facial features he hadn’t wrapped in bandages) and pivoted on your heel, hearing only the soft click of Dazai’s teeth as he pretended to try and bite your fingers off. You made your way across your living room to pick up your handbag. “—past me probably didn’t agree because she knew you’d pick that as your costume.”
“You wound me, my adorable pumpkin spice latte!” You shot Dazai a grimace, lips slightly curled at the atrocious nickname. The only response he gave was a hand on his gray, battered collar shirt, pressing right above where his supposed dead heart was. He followed you around with his usual lazy stride but he looked more like a whipped puppy than the usual brilliant detective he was. Or, at least, that’s what he willingly projected. He sounded far more amused than judgmental, perhaps softened by the occasion of spending an evening with you and his coworkers without having to fight for Yokohama’s peace for one night.
“You could have been the Cleopatra to my mummy, yet here you are — a walking nightmare. Literally. How did you even choose that? I didn’t expect you to go as… well, a shadow with cat ears.”
“It’s not a shadow with cat ears! It’s called a personal interpretation of a personified—”
“Yeah, yeah, call it capitalism and greed, you’re still losing tonight’s costume competition!”
The swoosh of a couch pillow racing through the air and Dazai’s soft, giddy laughter filled your apartment at the last second before the door closed behind you two. Your boots were snug on your feet, Dazai’s bandages were trailing after him like the whisps of a cheeky ghost, and your banter echoed all the way down to the end of the corridor. The elevator’s chime travelled up through the floor from the foyer, and it went utterly ignored as you threatened to shave Dazai’s eyebrows off the next time he decided to take a ‘well-deserved break’ on Kunikida’s watch. Outside your apartment building, the world was filled with ghouls, vampires, and the creepy-ass clowns that Dazai would rather stay alive than admit scared him genuinely. But here, with you next to him and wiggling your fingers at his face, while standing on the tip of your toes… fear had long since abandoned him. Strangely enough, he hadn’t felt it at all tonight. Not even the fear of losing something he cared for yet again, nor the fear of the world snatching the one semblance of normalcy from underneath his nose.
He chose, for tonight, on the day fear should have prevailed, to be… courageous. Strange, coming from someone who feared no death nor any horrors of the world. And his version of courage wasn’t facing your pathetic threats of Kunikida’s lectures on punctuality because the elevator was taking its sweet time tonight. It was something far more mundane, yet profoundly difficult for someone like him to face.
“Hellloooooo, Earth to mummy man,” You snapped your fingers in front of Dazai’s dark eyes as he continued to stare down at you, having fallen silent for the past 3 minutes. A literal miracle for him; you were starting to wonder if he was mistaking Halloween for Christmas. He didn’t even blink at your gesture. “Where’d you go? You were saying—”
The elevator doors dinged open with a soft ping. The rustle of a stiff collar shirt shifting and the soft hitch of a breath timed perfectly with the doors. The rush of warm air from the metal box hit Dazai and you, though the warmth from it couldn’t compare to that. Not when his hand was on your cheek now, his head was bent down and tilted slightly, his nose was brushing yours, your heart was in your throat, oh God, oh God—
And then, his lips were on yours.
Your brain bluescreened. His lips were far softer than you’d anticipated for someone who avoided lip balm so adamantly, and his fingers were… gentle. The kiss was gentle. The timing was perfectly Dazai — chaotic and unpredictable, timed with the environment to throw you off, but the details… the details made your head spin. His free hand rested on the curve of your waist, feather-light but steady, the toe of his battered shoe was nudging the toe of your black boots, and the elevator doors decided they couldn’t stay a witness to this world-tilting moment any longer. When they closed again, you felt it: the hesitation Dazai rarely showed. The kiss lasted barely 4 seconds, yet when his tongue poked out to touch your bottom lip, only to retreat immediately as if he remembered he had a sense of restraint he’d forgotten about, you felt your heart somersault in your chest. Then he pulled away, just enough for his lips to brush yours as he spoke, and you finally allowed yourself a single, slow blink. His eyes weren’t wide open and unblinking anymore; it looked like he was refusing to let them open.
“You know… for a shadow, you look positively radiant tonight.”
Sure, maybe you wouldn’t win the costume competition tonight. The ADA’s parties weren’t exactly known for their fair competitions. But Dazai sure as hell won one thing tonight… at the expense of missing the elevator and getting his ears yelled off by a very pissed off and very tipsy glasses-wearing vampire hunter. At least by the time you two reached the Agency’s main office, he’d gotten three things in exchange for one stupid, reckless step he’d taken:
Your beet-red face etched at the back of his eyelids;
Your pinky curled around his half the time while doing skull shots with Yosano and Ranpo;
And the sweetest taste on his tongue when you two ended up making out on your couch by the end of the night.
love ur hc about chuuya being touch starved! any fic recs about it?
I'm assuming this is about this post?? or maybe this one. or both. in any case, I'm glad!! 💖
Reciprocated Affection by A_Zap (which you've likely already seen)
Exposure Therapy by UnicornPopcorn14 (incomplete but each chapter can stand on its own)
When The World Tears Me In Two, Who Can I Turn To But You by OutOfPracticeYall (chapter one is about Chuuya)
I'm sure I'm missing some I'm forgetting about right now, but in any case if anyone has recommendations to share, please feel free to do so!! I would love to check them out 👀
I love, love, love when Sskk fics practically recreate the Beast cafe scene
I've read at least 5+ oneshots/fics where "oh, sugar was scarce where I grew up..." became a part of a conversation between Atsushi and Akutagawa, leaving to them discussing notebooks and chocolate
It kind of reminds me of how, no matter what universe or setting, Akutagawa and Atsushi are destined to meet, someday, somehow. They're always going to be together in every world, on some level. It's fate. And I feel like Atsushi and Akutagawa having that simple little conversation about sugar in plenty of different fics feels like that, feels like how no matter their story is told, they're going to meet, they're going to have that conversation, because they're soulmates
Sorry I'm late in posting I got busy with my studies
Imagine loving the man who knew who didn't want you except for the passionate nights you two spend together. Who crashes his lips against yours with no thoughts of consequence. The very man who kept you warm under the sheets till you slept, slipping away just as your eyes fluttered close. Who insisted you keep it casual, knowing the gentleness of your eyes, a sign of your love towards him that he reminded will be forever unrequited. He was not one for love, you knew that, yet why couldn't you remember that fact when he peppered you with kisses along your neck? When his hand caresses your body, your face. Where was all logic as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, his lips trailing down everywhere. It wasn't casual, at least it wasn't for you. He always reminded you, “No attachments, love” but how could you not get attached to him?
AVENTURINE, DAZAI, Vanitas?, Kaeya, Ayato, Jing Yuan + your faves
bsd fandom hot take/being aroace in a fandom rant:
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i don’t ship any characters
i’m aroace, so i personally am naturally drawn away from slash relationships and gravitate towards platonic ones
my favorite relationship/interactions are between atsushi and dazai, but you can barely find any content (art or fanfics) with them without it being a side interaction in skk or sskk content, as a father+son relationship, or dazatsu slash
they are two of the most interesting and complex characters in bsd imo and could be the best of friends and have an amazing friendship dynamic, and i really wish there was more content with the two of them in this way :(((
it seems a bit hopeless sometimes when trying to find content in a fandom i like (in this case bsd) where the interactions between two characters aren’t either slash or just a minor relationship with a slash as the main focus
ofc i don’t blame the fandom for making content of what they love and of the characters they love loving other characters they love! sometimes i just wish there was more of a variety of types of relationships shown in fandom media
like how if any characters are close in some way, most people automatically jump to slash (excluding obviously familial relationships)
as an aroace (not talking for all aroace people, just myself) i believe friendships are the most beautiful and powerful relationships to exist
whether it be platonic or queer platonic, i think that relationships between two people that do not want to be in down each other’s pants or throats are that much more special and meaningful
i wish more people saw that and could find beauty in it enough to write or draw wonderful things
living as a s*x repulsed aroace in a world where almost everyone’s first thoughts about someone they find interesting is to kiss or f*** them is very difficult… ;~;
(sorry this has been bottled up for a loooong time)
⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ these are the most tooth-rotting, cavity making, diabetes giving, disgustingly sweet soukoku fics you will ever read. I'm talking domestic fluff. I'm talking hand holding, aggressive cuddling if you will. There are forehead kisses, nose kisses even. Chuuya calls dazai honey. It's absolutely revolting. Read at your own risk.
I Think Of You In Multiple Trains of Thought by Anonymous (search by title)
Train Conversations by KarmicMayhem
Wet Bandages by StartshipDancer
Quality Time by Kit_Cosmic
i love you (i love you i love you i love you) by communist_sasuke
glasses and cuddles by dearkdj
Admit Defeat by StarshipDancer
Seaweed Crackers by StarshipDancer
Kiss Kiss Fall Asleep by StarshipDancer (can you tell i love her)
Home Alone (With You) by calmlb
Wish in one hand by forest_raccoon
after thirteen summers (still with you) by moonlitsorrows
partners by setosdarkness (Y'ALL KNOW I LOVE THIS ONE)
coffee tastes best tall and pretty, just like you by xxalwayssofia
i like you (derogatory) by communist_sasuke
go where you are loved by lunarumbra
we'll take it easy by kiroiimye
wait for me in the morning by kiroiimye
i want you (bless my soul) by secondwind (mizore)
Chuunyaa's Pawsitively Catastrophic Day by forest_raccoon
Family by setosdarkness
tie our hearts together by setosdarkness
the soukoku and the puppy by xxalwayssofia (don't forget to read the sequel linked in the fic!)
Ne Chuuya, won't you marry me? by xxalwayssofia
traduire, avec amour by xxalwayssofia (now listen just go read everything by this author they're ALL fluff the real ceo of skk married couple)
Partners in Love by meyllah
Morning Cuddles (And Perhaps A Few Kisses?) by sssoukoku
the taste of love by cherryousama (this is a crack fluff fic but omg i love it so much)
ChuuChuu Needs Nappy Time by EcchiSenpai
Blush by that_one_Author
Under a Watchful Eye by calmlb
promise rings & what that means by lesbianhowlpendragon
he's there for you, no matter the day or time, he'll be at your beck and call; even if you don't ask for it.
t.w : depression? burning out, vulgur language, just reader being tired of living.
Another excruciating day to get through, it's definitely not like you don't have enough weight on your back anyway. As a groaned muffle nuzzles against the comforting warmth the pillow provided you for your nights at your apartment, you had to abandon it for the day.
What a pain.
The scents of sweet dreams coaxed back to you, begging you back on its field of roses, but your body subconsciously moved to try — to prove their worth, to do their job, what's the point of their job if they don't even do it right?
Lazily, you trudge over to the sink, slowly squeezing out the toothpaste from its container onto the toothbrush; lethargically brushing your teeth and attempting to brush your hair in a way at least presentable.
You were a fashionable one, but today you weren't feeling like it, so you just slipped on the first outfit you found okay-ish in your wardrobe.
All actions are done in a half-asleep manner, no one — not even you, would be surprised if you didn't look as neat as the mirror reflected with blurry eyes gazing at it.
Exiting your bedroom, you are met with the sight of a short ginger lounging on your living room sofa. The one you're so very familiar with. How could you not? You could recognise those bleu céleste eyes even if you were on your last breath.
Speaking of the one and only Chuuya, he seemed to make himself at home, one leg over the other whilst sitting on your couch, the faintest sound of the television casting a romcom in it in the background as his eyes travelled over you. Frowning subtly when he saw the eyebags underneath your eyes, and how you didn't look even remarkably close to the enthusiastic person he knew you were.
Wait, how'd he even get into your house? Ah right, you gave him a spare key, but that brings another question to your mind —
" Chuu'? Don't you have work today? "
The words leave your lips almost without your own will, the blank look on your face causing Chuuya to dryly chuckle.
" No, not anymore at least. You've been clearly down for the past few weeks, overworked, not showing up to our dates — even more, because you're over the moon at the smallest amount of time you spend with me, "
The words weren't meant to be cocky or arrogant, it was the truth. Considering how busy both of you are, you both are equally elated whenever you two get to spend time together, no matter what you're doing.
" So, I've decided to take a day off for my doll, we can stay home, do whatever the fuck ya' want, just spend time. Would you like that? "
Chuuya asked, but both of you knew there was no other way out, he was a man of his word after all. A smile, which seemed rare after its long-term disappearance, appeared on your lips. A sigh escapes your body, treading over to your boyfriend as he smiles marginally at your submission. He wraps his arms around his beloved's body, whispering coos in his low voice as he brings you to sit on his lap.
Oh right, you had work, and you still didn't tell them that you wouldn't go at least. Either way, the exhaustion caught up to you, and you failed to argue any further, letting Chuuya carry you around for the rest of the day, treating you as a princex to be cared for.
With him around, you can let your insecurities loose and worries dissipate.
author’s note : back from the dead back from the dead I'm back from the dead back from the dead /lyr /ref with that out of the way... hope you all are doing great! I've been through a shit ton for the past few months, that's no excuse to slack off though. so, i hope to supply you with more fanfics of sorts; this fanfic is rather ahaha.. self-indulgent, hope some people can find a tinge of comfort in it.
