A soft smile pulls at Dazai's lips as he watches you grab your phone. The bright light illuminating your face in the dark kitchen makes you look ethereal, yet he can't stop himself from making a joke. "You know I don't know how to do this."
"You know better than I," you say softly, an amused smirk pulling at your lips as you press play. Nocturne Op. 9, No. 2 begins to softly play from your shitty phone speakers as you place it on a counter, walking towards Dazai.
"I'd probably be better with the lights on," he tries joking again. You don't reply as you place your hands softly on the back of his neck, pulling yourself close as you begin to sway.
Back and forth, back and forth, you continue to step, and Dazai follows each move perfectly. It's no waltz by any means, but it is yours to share. A moment together, a moment of quiet vulnerability in the late hours of the night when everyone else is asleep is sometimes just what he needs - and you always know it.
The peaceful piano piece and the warmth of your body near his makes Dazai's eyes flutter closed, his head moving to rest on your shoulder as yours falls onto his. He hadn't realized just how tired he is, physically and emotionally. His throat begins to sting, and his eyes feel dryer than normal. He feels like crying. And yet, no tears slip past his eyes - they never do - as his hold on you tightens.
The music swells, hitting the part you'll always say is your favorite, and he feels you give him a gentle squeeze, a reassuring touch that causes him to loosen his hold. You aren't going anywhere, neither of you are.
A small this is my favorite part is whispered into his shoulder and Dazai wants to laugh. You're so predictable, and yet that predictability brings a sense of ease and comfort to him that he hasn't felt in a long time. He keeps quiet, his head moving further into your neck as he continues swaying with you.
I've never been one for classical music, I can barely see in the dark, you know I can't waltz, all excuses to stop himself from being vulnerable with you. But the second you pull him close, holding his face to your shoulder and rocking him like a baby on the wood-paneled floor of your shared apartment, he wonders why he fought it in the first place.
As the last note fades out, Dazai's face is fully buried into the crook of your neck, grasping onto your body loosely and tiredly. You aren't going anywhere, neither of you are. And the two of you continue to sway for minutes more, nothing outside of the occasional floorboard creek to interrupt as you embrace each other under the moonlight.
stop just read your dazai kisses one it’s so cute but the beastzai one fucked me up. awful. gut wrenching i have such a soft spot for him
hejdshfueh i wrote it with a permanent frown on my face. i can no longer smile.
thanks sm anon!!!! glad you enjoyed :)
Do you take requests
i keep answering them lolll send anything in!!!!! it'll take me a while to do it tho bc i have quite the back order on rqs rn haha
i got smth cooking but it's a bit different from my usual shenanigans. stay tuned mayb :) <3 !!!
Previous anon is so real i love the dishwashing fic sm
THANK YOU SM!!!! im glad everyone is enjoying!!!!!!
Dazai Osamu masterlist bsd masterlist main masterlist
Nobody's hiring these days yandere themes, slight innuendo bc Dazai sucks
Smitten 15!Dazai needing a wingman
Hcs of Dazai with calloused cold hands
Dazai with a socially anxious s/o
Eating flowers with Dazai
Dazai with a stressed reader
My thoughts on smitten beast!Dazai 🦴
Hugging Dazai all the time (+ platonic hcs) 🌹 dazai-standard suicide mention, i use the word vomit once ?
Showing pm!Dazai music ⏳️
Beast!Dazai with a neglected reader ⏳️
Dad!zai
Beast!Dazai can't be without his subordinate
Dazai's favorite activity
Doormat reader ft. Nikolai, Ranpo, Atsushi, Chuuya
Dazai is not a morning person
Dazai when you hide things down your shirt ft. Nikolai gn reader but breasts/bra is mentioned
Dazai with an artist reader 🩵
Negotiating kisses with PM and ADA!Dazai
15!Dazai winning you a plushie
Toy Story but with Nendoroid!Dazai
[REDACTED] NSFW, i dont write nsfw so it's poorly written lmfao, dazai touches himself on your bed, yandere themes (stalking, home invasion...)
Beast!Dazai in the main universe brief insinuation of beast!Dazai being underweight (more so than normal?)
Dazai wearing your makeup
Pathetic stalker!Dazai who watches his darling sleep yandere themes (stalking, breaking in, watching you sleep...)
Dazai and a partner that's awkward with affection
Tying up Dazai's bandages
Giving beast!Dazai barrettes
Dazai playing with elf!reader’s ears
DRABBLE delusionally holding Dazai's hand one-sided
Yandere!Dazai buying you plushies :) yandere themes (kidnapping, manipulation, watching through cameras (?)...) - elaborating on the camera stuffie yandere themes (kidnapping, watching through cameras...)
Dazai making you cry ft. Nikolai cheating, whatever's going on in Nikolai's portion, both are terrible, first time writing for Nikolai so it's mediocre
Whipped Dazai jealous of Chuuya
First kisses with various Dazais pt1 - and pt2 🩵
DRABBLE morning make outs with Dazai
Scary manipulative Dazai 🩵 yandere themes (gaslighting, manipulation...)
Matching bolo ties with Dazai
Smitten Dazai
Wearing ADA and PM!Dazai’s coat
Romcom confession with Dazai
Rockstar!Dazai catfishing you
ADA!reader and PM!Dazai
Dazai smells good
Stockholm syndrome reader with asshole yandere!Dazai yandere themes (gaslighting, kidnapping, manipulation...)
Aromantic!Dazai with an aromantic!reader 🩵
Yandere and normal! beast!Dazai thoughts yandere themes (possessiveness...)
Various yandere!Dazais with a deer-like reader yandere themes (kidnapping, possessiveness, manipulation...)
Dazai with an emotional reader
Yandere!Dazai hcs but I forgot they're supposed to be hcs yandere themes (kidnapping, manipulation, stalking...)
Dazai can’t sleep without you could be read as yandere (home invasion, potentially stalking..?)
Clingy Dazai who's antsy to hold you
Playing with Dazai's hand
Dazai has commitment issues mentions of sh
Dazai wonders why you call him by his last name
Waltzing with Dazai in the dark
DRABBLE Dazai + munchausen by proxy yandere themes (drugging...)
DRABBLE Dazai and The Bare Minimum™ dazai-standard suicide mention
HAPPY NEW YEAR :3 I need to stop filling ur asks with random stuff but YAPPYNNEW YEAR 🐺🐺🐺
KEEP FILLING IT I GIGGLE 🐺🐺🐺🐺 hiii happy new year !!!!!!
Dazai likes having someone to take care of; It helps him to take care of himself. After all, if he goes, who will be there to look after you? He doesn’t realize just how much he likes it until he’s slipping things into your drinks and food, keeping you in your sick and weakened state.
Surely he isn’t doing anything wrong, you’d be scolding him if he was. And yet, you thank him so genuinely, looking at him with such hopeful and appreciative eyes... He’s definitely doing the right thing, he’s taking care of you! Anyone would appreciate that, right?
hai deer :3 anon who made the aro dazai ask here, thank you for the food 🙏 it was everything i wanted and more 😩
anyway, wanted to wish you well on your essay! i hope school isnt beating your ass too hard, YOU CAN GET THROUGH THIS !!!
also i was thinking of an emoji to give myself because i plan on pestering you for the near future ?? maybe 🩵, but anything you give me is fine
YAYYY glad you enjoyed!!! mmmm aro dazai good food
AND THANK YOU!!!!! i just turned it in so i'm back to answer requests :3 school isn't too bad when i have y'all to look forward to 😋 cheesy af my bad
YES you can be 🩵 ! my first emoji anon awooga i feel like a real tumblr writer now 💪🏻
DEEEER happy (late) new year 🎊
i been so busy with work 😭 hope you're resting well!
been thinking about dazai lately as i usually do, he would be such a fucking pain in the ass if you gave him a drawing (if you gave a mouse a cookie style LMFAO)
it doesn't even have to be anything good, just some stupid doodle of a cat, and then he pesters you every day for a new drawing just for him
oh GOD and if you actually draw as a hobby? INSUFFERABLE, he'd probably dig through the trash for your discarded drawings or smth (smfh this man) and then complain cause why didnt you show HIM first instead of wasting perfectly good paper!
lol this is so stupid 💀
anyway byee -🩵
I’M SO GLAD YOU MENTIONED IF YOU GIVE A MOUSE A COOKIE BC THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I THOUGHT.
Your face scrunches up as you stare down at the corner of your paper. Would it be weird to give this to him? The last thing you want is to be perceived as some weird stalker, and you know he'd find a way to tease you for this. But... is throwing it out worse?
"Hey, Yosano," you tapped her on the shoulder before taking a seat on one of the medical cots she was working near. "I have a question for you."
"Shoot," she speaks listlessly, continuing to clean up the many medical papers littering her desk. It's not that she's uninterested, just a little out of focus.
There's a clear hesitation, causing the doctor to spin and look at you. Fiddling with the torn paper in your hand, you sigh. "This is probably weird, but, I drew Dazai."
"Don't see how that's weird," she replies, an amused smile on her face at your awkwardness.
"Well, I doodled him, I should say. Just in the margins of my r-report— " that you tore up. Oops. " —because he was across from me. And I could just throw it away, but I could give it to him. Would he think I'm a total creep if I offered it up..?"
And after a pep talk from Yosano, you found yourself standing beside Dazai's desk. His eyes lit up, having already noticed long before you had even registered it that you were drawing him. Everyone at the Agency was aware of your hobby, a few members having taken small doodles in the past, and Dazai was excited it was finally his time.
— that, along with your continued glances between him and your page earlier made it obvious it was him.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" He asks slyly, his tone higher pitched than normal and mischievous. "Are you visiting little ol' me just to say hi?"
"Not quite. I drew this, if you want it." Trying to swallow your awkwardness, you hold out the paper scrap to Dazai. For a small sketch, it was surprisingly detailed. So this is how you viewed him, hm? He'd always known he was pretty, but...
"Is it possible to fall in love with myself?"
You choke back a laugh. "Alright, Narcissus. I'll take that to mean you like it?"
Dazai nods happily, jumping from his chair to rest his body weight onto you. "More more more! Please? Next do us together! Or even us kissing," he wiggles his eyebrows playfully.
The laugh finally bubbles over as your hands rest on Dazai's sides. "Get back to work! Or Kunikida will stop letting me draw at work, and then you'll have nothing."
"So that means if I stop, I'll have more?" He grins, his face close enough to yours to make you stumble back.
"Do you have to be so close? You're so clingy," you mutter, still holding his sides to keep him from coming closer. "If you get off, I'll consider supplying you with more doodles. Maybe."
And Dazai immediately jumps off of you and back to work.
Dazai is antsy. For those who've seen him regularly the past month, this isn't a new sight: him pulling at the edges of his bandages, shifting continuously in his seat, eyes flittering back and forth... It happens daily at this point.
Until you show up, when he jumps into your arms, drapes himself over your back, leans into your side, anything he can do to be as physically close to you as possible. His clinginess has started to affect your work, unable to do much as Dazai pulls you onto his lap during the day or sits on yours, head pushed into your shoulder. At least lunches are fine as he pulls you onto the Agency's couch and holds you from behind: you can still access your packed food (which Dazai always steals bites of).
Holding your hand isn't enough, either. Dazai needs to be on top of you or have you on top of him, or he's antsy — which leads us to now. He's shifting uncomfortably in the passenger seat of your car, the edges of his bandages unraveling as he picks at them. A small look of panic crosses his face as he finally notices, discretely trying to pull them more tightly in hopes of bringing them back to how they were before.
He glances over at you. Your eyes were focused on the road, one hand holding the steering wheel and the other resting on your lap. The hand was taunting Dazai, practically begging him to grab it... so he did. You glance at the intertwined hands briefly before smiling at him, focusing back on the road right after.
...
It wasn't helping. You're right there and he can't hold you? So close he can smell you but can't have you in his embrace?! This must be his own hell, fashioned by Satan himself to torture Dazai for all eternity (or for the next ten minutes before you reach your destination).
"You alright, Dazai?"
He huffs at your question; Of course not. The childish pout on his face makes you let out a breathy laugh. He turns to you with such adoration - what an adorable sound that he coaxed out of you... Ugh, it just makes him want to hold you more.
You squeeze his hand reassuringly, the feeling causing Dazai to relax momentarily... Until once again he's thinking about the warmth of your hand, and how much warmer it'd be to hold you.
"How much longer?" He whines, the same pout on his lips.
"GPS says seven minutes. Are you that excited for this case?" An amused smirk plays on your lips, the teasing tone making Dazai's heart flutter.
He shifts in his seat, the hand not holding yours fidgeting with the fabric of his vest. "Excited for it to be over," he replies, trying to keep his gaze out the window and not on you.
"Seven minutes, and then you can solve it."
Seven minutes. Seven long, excruciating minutes in hell before he can touch you again, hold you again. Seven minutes, 420 seconds, a few red lights and then a shoddy parking job. Seven minutes... seven...
You let out a yelp, eyes widening as you swerve slightly on the road. "Dazai!" You chastise, both hands moving to tightly grip the steering wheel.
His face is pressed up against your neck, hands grabbing you tightly as he leans over the car's center console to be closer. A stupid grin sits on his lips as he giggles, feeling heady from your warmth. Mmm, this is what he was missing...
"Dazai, I'm driving!" you say, as though the man would understand and move off of you. Instead, he lets out a low whine and hugs you tighter, entirely off of his seat and pressing up against you.
"I'm not stopping you." Your gaze shifts over towards him. "Eyes on the road." You huff, but do as he says. His eyes were closed, how could he see you looking at him?
"You can't do this, Dazai."
"It's like you said: it's only seven minutes," Dazai grinned smugly. Part of him wanted to ask why you didn't like him holding you so closely, but he knew you didn't mind. Should he be clinging to you while you're driving? Probably not, but then maybe you shouldn't be so warm and inviting.
You say nothing else, now focused entirely on the road with a tight grip on the steering wheel. Dazai says nothing either: after all, he got what he wanted.