Hi! I was wondering what would dazai do if his girlfriend got a serious case of puppy fever (you know, like baby fever? But instead of that she has it with puppies) and she desperately want to a adopt one. Fortunately (for her) they happen to come across a puppy one rainy night and she practically begs dazai to take the little guy home. And if according to your writing dazai agrees, some fluffy moments at home as she bathes the puppy and coos at it. And the puppy being a menace all over the place (dazais preferably)
Puppy x2 (Dazai x Reader)
Thank you for the request! I hope this satisfies you, honestly i wrote this sleep deprived and high My works: enjoy Bye now - Mars ♡
For weeks now you’ve been pestering your boyfriend to let you get a puppy, he’s been avoiding the question, dancing around the topic.
Today was no different, you’d ask him sweetly before he headed off to the agency and he brushed off the idea equally as sweet as you’d ask.
You had pouted and dragged your feet as you both made your way out the apartment, so much so that Osamu picked you up and carried you all the way, peppering your face with sweet kisses to cheer you up.
Unfortunately for your sour mood, it worked.
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The sun had just set as you made your way over to the agency, ready to steal your boyfriend away. Osamu stood by the door, leaning against the frame, hands shoved into his pockets to keep them warm.
You ran up to your lover, pecking his lips softly, “Hi”
“Hi” he smiles against your lips, freeing his hands and wrapping them around you, “Let me warm you up” he whispers, kissing your cheek
He glanced up at the sky, “Think we can make it home before the storm?”
You tilt your head back to look at the clouds, leaving your neck exposed to your cruel boyfriend. He leaned forward and lick your throat, pressing teasing kisses down the length of it.
“Yes we can beat the storm” you mumble, the rain had just started, it was basically heavy drizzling, but the way the cloud were dark gray and the sky rumbled angrily with thunder and lightning, there would be a storm tonight
“If it pours, I'll do a dramatic love confession and dance with you as the world caves”
“Theater kid or lover boy” you smile at the detective, rolling your eyes in amusement. Osamu takes your hand, walking beside you, he carries your workbag on his shoulders like he’s done a million times.
A few blocks away from your apartment, thinking you’d both make it home saved, the rain starts pouring heavily. You fish around in your bag, still on your boyfriend’s arm, for the umbrella you kept. Opening up it and sheltering you and your lover.
The tiny umbrella did little to shelter you and Dazai fully but you managed as the both of you made your way home. You hurriedly, Osamu giddily as he yapped about kisses under the rain
Then you spotted it, the trembling pup near the trash, seeking cover from the rain that only seemed to pour harder and harder. You nudged Osamu, showing him the puppy.
You looked at your boyfriend, brows furrowed and pout present on your lips, “Please”
“Bella,” he sighs softly, taking the umbrella from you to hold it up himself, “we can leave the umbrella with the little guy”
“Osamu we can’t leave a living thing out in this weather, the storm is coming. And don’t assume it’s a he”
“We’ll take it to the pet shelter”
“We won’t make it there before the storm. Can we keep em’ for tonight? Pleeeease” you looked up at your boyfriend, giving him your best, ironically enough, puppy eyes.
Osamu groans and curses under his breath, gods above you could get the fucking sun if you looked at him like that and asked
“Fine, but, tomorrow we are taking it to the shelter”
“Sure… yeah, totally” you mumbled, gears in your brain turning on a plan on how to convince your lover to let you keep the cutie forever.
Your boyfriend looks at you suspiciously, smiling to himself. He gives you the umbrella to hold, releasing your hand and walking over to the puppy. He takes off his coat and picks up the puppy, wrapping the little fluffball in his trenchcoat.
He looks at you with a look that says ‘happy now?’
You smile, it’s bright and radiant and it makes him feel so warm that he forgets the rain is pouring for a moment. Osamu walks over to you, holding up the shivering puppy.
You take the puppy from him, snuggling the baby against your chest, that pulls a whine from your boyfriend, “What?”
“It hasn’t been one minute and you’re already cuddling the bastard, hmph!” dazai takes the umbrella from you, sheltering you and the puppy despite his whining.
By the time you make it home and clean up the puppy, your boyfriend is slumped on the couch groaning and whining dramatically. You hear him from the bathroom and ignore him, washing up the pup. You hold up the cutie, turning them over and checking for the gender, turns out it’s a little girl. Your heart leaps with joy.
You joined your boyfriend on the couch, sitting on his thighs and placing the now clean pup on his chest, “Congrats babe, you’re a girl dad” you kiss your whiny boyfriend’s cheek.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOO” he wails
Oh for fucks sake
“No! Bella, no. You agreed, we’re taking her to the shelter tomorrow”
“Whattt, I don’t remember saying that” you smile, holding the puppy against your face, batting your lashes at your boyfriend, “Can you say no to two pairs of puppy eyes?”
“I hate you” he stares back at you, ignoring the puppy. You release the puppy, letting her go wherever she pleases.
The tiny baby slowly makes her way across Osamu’s chest, curling up against the crook of his neck. Dazai’s eyes are wide, staring at you with confused brows, “Great, now I can’t move”
“You talk a big talk but you’re a softie” you snuggled against Osamu, burying your face in the other side of his neck.
“What should we name her?”
“Hmm, how about she-going-to-the-shelter-tomorrow” he muses, eyes closed, sly smile on his face
You scoff and smack his chest, “Not funny”
He rolls his eyes, arm coming up to hold you close. He stayed laying on his back, letting you and the puppy cuddle against him. You fall asleep on Osamu, as did the puppy, whilst Osamu stayed awake, staring up at the ceiling.
He hated dogs, truly. But he loved seeing you smile so brightly. He thinks about how sad you’d be if he made you take the puppy to the shelter. He thinks about how you might go silent, revert into your shell. He thinks about how you might be angry at him. Then he thinks about how his heart would break at the sight of tears in your eyes.
And before he knows it, he’s already cursing himself because damn it, damn it! He knows without a doubt that the puppy is going to stay, he hates it but he can tolerate it for you he guess.
One month, two months, the puppy has grown, she’s a mischievous devil who bites and runs away with his shoes as soon as he gets home and kicks them off. She steals his stinky socks and bites his toes when he tries to lounge on the couch, and when she gets tired after a long day of mischief making, she curls up on his lap and sleeps until he fetches her to the dog bed you got her.
He gets stuck with poop duty because you whine when you have to do it, you feed her and whenever the two of you go shopping, the cart is now filled with dog food, treats of all different varieties and a toy every trip you make to the store.
Because you can't say no to her, and he can't say no to you.
