Summary:You and Jensen get hot and heavy (and loud!) in your hotel room.
Pairing:Jensen Ackles x Reader
Bingo Square: Quote J
Warnings:Language, smut, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), face riding, fingering, a little bit of spanking, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!)
Word Count: 2,997
A/N: This is written as a submission for Tell Me A Story Bingo hosted by @supernatural-jackles. The square filled is “Quote J” and the quote used is in bold. This was so much fun to write, I hope you enjoy it! This hasn’t been beta’d so all mistakes are my own.
“Come on!” Jensen said, frustration evident in his words and wildly gesturing hands. He’d pushed and pulled on every switch but the spotlights on the ceiling of their hotel room remained on. Making his rounds to check every switch in the room for the third time, he was becoming desperate.
You’re lying in the big comfy bed looking like a Goddess in the plum, lace underwear set he’d bought you as a present. Well, it was more of a present for him, but whatever. He desperately wanted to be in that bed with you instead of dealing with this shit.
“How the hell do we get these lights off?” He murmured, travelling around the room again flicking all the switches.
“Babe, just come to bed.” You said.
“I won’t be able to sleep with that light on!”
“I can think of something that’ll make you so exhausted, you won’t care,” you bat your eyes at him.
A deep groan rumbled from his chest knowing exactly what you meant. “Just give me a minute,” he said as he appeared at your side of the bed to flick the switches next to you. You can’t help yourself as you reach out and grab at the half-hard bulge you’d been working on with your hands before he decided to turn some of the lights off and get cosy.
The cool evening breeze blows in through the window in the hall as Rick passes, and though he’d killed the bastard himself, he wonders if he’ll ever not be on alert again. What with the creep’s magical ability to waltz in through the window and whisk away himself – and anyone of his choosing – in a flurry of sand. What the hell is this life?
Rick shakes his head to clear his thoughts, his hair falling in his eyes. He stops outside the door and clears his throat, haphazardly pushing his hair away from his face. The action is futile; it only flops right back over his forehead.
He pauses a moment, then lifts his hand and knocks. When the door opens, he forgets to breathe. She looks so goddamn beautiful. The ends of her hair are damp, and her cheeks are flushed — she must have just stepped out of the bath. As his gaze falls lower, he sees the sheen of water glistening on her neck and chest. “Hi. Hello.” He snaps his mouth shut and forces his eyes back to hers.
“Hello,” Evelyn says softly. She’s smiling, and tilts her head. A curl slips loose from her braid, and Rick wants to reach out to touch it.
“I just—“ he hesitates, shifting his weight to the other foot. “I wanted to see how you were. How you’re doing. Y’know. After all that. So are you good? You’re good?”
Evelyn’s smile widens, and she pulls the door open further, stepping back to gesture inside. “I am. Would you like a drink?”
Rick takes a breath and nods, stepping past her. He waits as she closes the door, then catches her hand on her way to the drink cart. She meets his eyes, and he pulls her in, slipping his free arm around her waist. He can feel the warmth of her skin through her thin nightgown, and he tightens his grip on her. He lifts her hand, settling it on his chest before brushing his fingers along her jaw. She’s so goddamn beautiful; so goddamn perfect, he can’t stop the worry that she’s going to come to her senses and realize she’s made a terrible mistake. That she shouldn’t be associating with the likes of him – a scoundrel. Perhaps she’ll chock it up to the heat of the desert and the adrenaline of near-death. But now, safely back in Cairo, she’ll come to her senses.
“What is it?”
Rick blinks, her gentle voice pulling him from his thoughts. He realizes she’s staring up at him, watching closely, the line between her delicate brows furrowed. “I’m just counting my blessings, is all.” His thumb brushes her cheek, and her fingers curl around his shirt. He leans down, brushing his lips against hers before capturing them in a slow kiss. She sighs into his mouth, and he pulls her closer, his fingers slipping back into her hair to cradle her head. His tongue begs entrance, and he groans quietly when she allows him.
They part, breathless, and he rests his forehead against Evelyn’s. “I should let you get some rest,” he whispers, though he pulls her closer.
Evelyn’s hand slips up his chest, grasping the back of his neck. “I’m not at all tired, Mr. O’Connell.”
His eyes are closed, but he can hear the smile in her voice. Even so, he feels that fear rising in his throat. Terror is more like it. “No, I know, I just– I don’t–” He’s not unfamiliar with the feeling: his whole life has been one terror after another. Trauma, fighting, loss… But for the first time, he feels like he’s finally found something worth holding onto. He feels like if he lost Evelyn, he might finally perish. It is with astonishing clarity and horror that he realizes he is wholly, deeply, and irrevocably in love with her.
“Rick,” she whispers, and her lithe fingers trail his jaw. Rick opens his eyes to meet hers, and he sucks in a breath. He loves the sound of his name on her lips, and he never wants to go a day without hearing it. “What is it?”
Finally, he opens his eyes, pulling back just enough to look down at her and meet her gaze. He licks his lips and sighs, losing himself for a moment in her freckles; in the swirls of green and honey that make up her eyes. She is breathtakingly beautiful, and he can’t bring himself to understand why someone as beautiful and astonishingly intelligent wants someone like him. “I don’t wanna push you,” he says finally. He surprises himself – it’s not what he intends to say. He intends to keep it to himself, but once the words are out, it’s like a floodgate. “I don’t want you to change your mind or think you made a mistake ‘cause I’m crazy about you, ‘n’ you’re way outta my league–”
Evelyn presses a finger to his lips, and he stops. Her gaze is intense and intent. “Stay with me tonight.”
Rick’s eyebrows disappear behind his hair. “Evy, I–”
“There’s nothing that could change my mind about you. You can’t scare me off or push me too far. I would expect you’ve figured out by now, I’m not a girl who’s easily frightened.”
At that, Rick smiles. It’s quite possibly one of the things he loves most about her – her absolute unbridled bravery in the face of horror. “You’ve got a point there.” For the time being, he suppresses his worries and drops both hands to her thighs to lift her up. Her nightgown bunches at her hips, and his fingers brush her skin. He kisses her, slow and heated as he makes his way to the bed, laying her back gently. He toes out of his boots and climbs over her, careful not to crush her; his weight braced on an elbow beside her head.
Evelyn’s fingers work at the buttons of his shirt, and Rick gasps against her lips when her fingers slip beneath it. “Are you sure about this?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” she murmurs between kisses, “than I am of how much I want you.” Despite her words, he can feel her heart racing; hammering against her chest. And more than ever, he wants to do everything he can to show her how much he cares about her. To make it special.
He lets her work open the rest of his buttons, and he shifts his weight to shrug out of his shirt, tossing it to the floor. Smirking, he watches as she drinks him in, her fingers delicately brushing over his broad chest. God, he never wants to lose this feeling. He never wants to let go of the way she’s looking at him; the feeling of her fingertips against his skin.
Slipping his hand under her nightgown, he caresses the soft skin of her thigh gently, pushing the silky fabric upward as he ducks his head, pressing slow, soft kisses to her neck, along her collar bone. He’s encouraged by the sound she makes; by the way her fingers grip his shoulders. Breaking away, he sits back on his knees and pulls her up with him, holding her gaze. Slowly, he gathers her nightgown in his hands and tugs it upward; she lifts her arms above her head, allowing him to pull it off. It flutters forgotten to the floor with his discarded shirt. “My god, Evy,” he breathes, shaking his head.
Her hands clasp over her chest as her cheeks flush crimson, and he shakes his head again. He reaches out, gently taking her hands in one of his to pull them away; his other cradles her jaw. “No, sweetheart,” he whispers, licking his lips, “I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you.” He seals his sentiment with a languid kiss, and he swallows her sigh.
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The cool evening breeze gives way to the chill of the night, floating in through the white chiffon curtains adorning Evelyn’s windows. Rick sprawls on his back, gripping Evelyn tight against him, her head settling on his chest as the sweat dries on their skin. As her fingers trace invisible patterns on his abdomen, he trails his finger along her shoulder, still reveling in her soft skin, warm against his own. He lifts his free hand to cover hers, stilling it on his stomach.
“I’m in love with you, Evy,” he whispers. He draws in a shaky breath, his heart pounding in his chest. She shifts, lifting herself to her elbow to look down at him. Her dark curls tumble forward, and as his eyes are fixed on hers, he pushes them over her shoulder. “You were never just a contract. Matter of fact, since the moment I met you, I realized you’re the most important thing – the most precious thing I’ve ever held, ‘n’ I… I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to.”
“Rick–”
“I don’t have much. I know I don’t have much to give you. But I want you. I want to be–”
“O’Connell–”
“–with you. I realized some things out there, and I–” Rick’s cut off by Evelyn’s lips against his own; her small, lithe hand on his jaw. He wraps his arm around her and pulls her closer, lifting his hand to her face.
“I love you,” she whispers when they part, and Rick’s face lights up. “I haven’t the slightest care what you do or do not have, Rick. I care about you.” Her eyes fall to his chest, and she smiles, bashful. The sight makes Rick’s heart swell. She’s so unbelievably beautiful; so perfectly adorable. Though he speaks a couple of languages (enough to get by, thank you very much), there aren’t proper words for how he feels about her. He hopes that maybe one day he can find them. “I care about this. Us.”
Rick bends his knee, pulling Evelyn closer. His fingers trail down her spine as he tucks her hair behind her ear. “I don’t care what plagues you unleash next, as long as I get to hear that, I’m a happy man,” he teases. Before she can protest, he pulls her in for a kiss, smiling against her lips.
It’s then that he realizes how long it’s been since he was happy. Rather, he realizes that he had never truly found happiness. There had been women along the way to ease the sting of loneliness, of course. But no one had ever done what Evelyn had; he had never felt for anyone the way he feels for her. He handed his heart to her in that desert, and he never wants it back.
request by @idunnocih: Hiii ! Could I please request an elliot x reader with the scene were Jules and Elliot are talking abt rue excpet there talking abt the reader ? Like the scene where Jules is sitting in the window sill ? All good if no lol :) also your Elliot fic was soooo good !!!
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: Jules suspicions of Elliot having a crush on y/n grew after seeing something, so she decides to ask him straight up.
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Jules sat in the windowsill by Elliot’s bed, she ha djust put down her phone after trying to get in contact with Rue who wasn’t answering. A deep frown on her face as she looked out the window while Elliot played a soft tune on his guitar, plucking mindlessly on the strings.
Her mind then wandered to one of the things that had been bugging her for quite a while. She thought about all those videos she’d seen in his phone off y/n, all those sweet photos and videos of just her goofing around or just being, well, y/n. It was cute, really, Elliot had so many videos of her doing something and then him laughing. A few were saved snaps that she’d already seen.
One, for example, was a video of y/n laying deep asleep with her head half resting on Elliot’s chest as he simply gave a tight-lipped smile and then thumbs up, a snap that original were for Rue.
The there just were those where y/n would sit in class and she’d do a face while turning to look at Elliot for help but knowing damn well the boy weren’t much smarter than herself.
It was all just something Jules found so strange, how he had all these pictures and in them it was as if they were a couple, but they weren’t. She immediately remembered one photo of Elliot sitting with y/n behind him, jokingly kissing his head, it was even his lockscreen. Were they in a secret relationship? No, y/n wouldn’t be able to hide that, Jules knew her all to well, and so did Rue who even interrogated y/n about her and Elliot.
“Why can’t I shake the feeling that there’s just something you’re not telling me?” Jules asked after pondering on what she’d seen a couple of days ago. Elliot stopped his playing and shrugged slightly.
“I don’t know,” And the playing continued. But Jules didn’t wanna stop the asking just yet, she needed to know.
“Like why don’t believe you right now? There is something you’re not telling me,” Jules pressed on and once more the playing stopped.
“Is it the face tats?” Elliot asked but Jules simply chuckled and shook her head.
“No, no it’s not the face tats.”
“Then what?” Elliot asked once more, he wanted to know, just not knowing that it was that one thing Jules were to ask about.
Silence followed as Jules looked down at her phone again quickly to see if Rue had answered but nothing. Staring at the screen that displayed a picture of Rue, herself and y/n all dressed up, it was a mirror picture.
“Do you have a crush on y/n?” She sounded almost energetic about knowing, however it made Elliot halter his moves and turn his head ever so slightly to look at Jules. Heart beating a bit faster at the mention of y/n.
“I do,” He looked away as if he had committed a crime by falling for y/n, but how could he not?
She was just like all three of them, she had her own personal problems to which she sloved by music, a bit of weed or some drug, staying up late and pretending that it was nothing.
It was the way she had just simply cought his eye once they first met, when Jules was first unsure of him and Rue which turned out only to be platonic. He asked her to hang out and y/n happily said yes, getting high with him and listening to his music with calm face.
Everytime he played something her eyes fell shut and she would fall down on his bed and just smile, head moving to him playing. Those nights she stayed over, deciding to diss her extremely dysfunctional family. How she’d always look so relaxed once she’d fallen asleep next to him.
Jules smile grew as she remembered all the voice messages she had in her phone of y/n rating about how Elliot somehow made her stutter, heat up, or just her ranting about how God truly must have had a good day when creating Elliot. Jules let out a snort at the voice messages and quickly Elliot had stood up. As if he though she were laughing at him.
Within seconds he had put down his guitar and pulled out a blunt to smoke, wanting the blush that probably painted his face to dissappear.
“You like y/n?” Jules asked more so she could get it confirmed once more, but Elliot just lit the blunt and dropped down on his bed, laying on his back and looking at the ceiling.
“I’m not saying any more ‘cause you’re just gonna make fucking fun of me,” Elliot told her off with a sour look.
“The only person that should be made fun of is me,” Jules said with a sigh, Elliot took a drag of his blunt and just looked at her. “I thought you liked Rue but clearly you had your eyes on someone else this whole time.”
They stayed quiet for a few minutes, the only sound coming from Elliot when he took a few breaths of his blunt. Breathing out clouds of smoke. Usally it wasn’t Jules there with him but y/n, she would just simply dance around if any music were on, stealing his blunt and taking a few drags of it.
“I don’t think y/n likes me,” Elliot then blurted out and Jules brows raised with the statement.
“Why don’t you think so?”
“She seems like.. not like the kind of girl to do relationships, you know? Like she doesn’t want a relationship.”
“That’s not true,” Jules quickly spoke up.
“Really?” Elliot didn’t sound convinced however, he looked rather unsure, squinting at Jules to see if she was messing with him.
“No, that’s not true at all.” Jules immediately shut him down, shaking her head.
“You think y/n like a relationship kinda person?”
“I mean, yeah, kind of.” Jules shrugged at him, knowing that the girl wanted a relationship but with the fright of seeing everyone she loved around her have such broken relationships, it’s scared her from a young age. So she simply didn’t go into the love zone.
“Yeah, well, then you’re full of shit.” Elliot rolled his eyes, heart aching a bit as he thought about it.
“It’s true,” Jules quickly spoke. “How do you know, have you asked her about it?”
“Why the fuck would I do that?”
“Exactly. And who’s known her longer, oh, wait, that’s me.” Jules put a hand on her chest when saying me.
Elliot, however, didn’t care, he had noticed how everytime they got close to stepping over the line as friends to lovers she just backed away. If he did something that was remotely close to what a couple would do, she’d back away. He held her hand? She would act as if needing it then putting it the pockets of her pants. They hugged? She would just hug him lightly before then wanting him to let her go. Only time being close was fine was when they danced to some music, then bumping into him and all that was fine.
“I don’t know what kind of voodoo Elliot is doing but he needs to fucking stop,”
The voice were y/n’s, coming from a voice message on Jules phone as she smoked with a raised brow as Elliot sat up, clearly confused. Taking a last breath of his blunt before putting it out.
“What the fuck?” His voice low as he looked at her phone.
“No, I’m so damn serious Jule, since when do I suddenly like a someone? Since never! I’ve never liked anyone like this before, but this damn idiot just strutts into my life, and suddenly, BOOM, y/n l/n likes Elliot.”
This made Elliot just stare at Jules phone, hearing what y/n had sent to Jules really made everything stop. Was he happy? Yes, very much. Hearing her say she liked him, hearing her angelic voice say what he wanted her to say but thought he’d never hear her say made his heart beat faster. As ge just stared at the phone, Jules noticed his cheeks flush a crimson color and it made her giggle.
“No, she’s nor the relationship kinda girl, she’s never been in one, but she do want one and she really likes you.” Jules wanted for Elliot to peal his eyes from her phone so she could explain further ass he knew this would make him confused.
“But she’s always fuck acts like-” “That’s just her being scared of a relationship.” Jules cut in and now Elliot didn’t stare at the phone but looked up at her, expecting to hear more.
“You know how her family is just fucking dysfunctional?” Elliot nodded his head. “Yeah, well, her parents have never really been in love and it’s just this stupid and toxic relationship. Her brother and his fiance always had this relationship where he would always control her, and then they’d have a big argument, often it ends with her sister-in-law to be getting hurt.”
“You see where I’m coming from thick head?” Jules pocked his head and climbed down from the windowsill as she just got a text from y/n saying one thing. 'Soon there’
“I, uh, didn’t know,”
“Don’t take it personal, she let it slip to me and Rue while drunk as fuck.” Jules now stood beside his bed. “Also I think you should get ready, she’s here any-” And then the doorbell rang. “And she’s here.”
With that Jules left his room, leaving a stunned Elliot in his room as he just sat on his bed. But the soon came to realize y/n was there and quickly moved to get his guitar and start playing all while Jules opened for y/n.
The footsteps that became louder the closer they came to his room made Elliot let out a breath and preparing for the two girls to enter. Now he had to okay it cool while knowing y/n liked him? How would that work?
“Hey Elly!” y/n’s cheery voice called as she walked inside his room, holding hand with Jules who simply grinned at Elliots rather red cheeks.
“Oh shi- hey.” He stumbled over his words, smiling as she walked over and fell down on his bed. Just as she were about to say something Jules let out a 'oh’, making Elliot and y/n look at her.
“My dad wants me home,” Jules sighed, acting as if it was true. “I guess I’ll have to get going.”
“What? I just got here, why dose he want you home?” y/n asked as she knew how laid-back Jules dad actually was.
“I don’t know, the text just said 'Home now’.” The blond picked up her bag that she’d thrown onto Elliots floor just erlier and sighed. “I’ll see you two tomorrow,”
“Okey, love you,” y/n smiled slightly sad that Jules 'needed’ to go.
“Uh yeah bye,” Elliot said as Jules simply smiled, then nodding her head towards y/n who laid and stared up at the ceiling before walking out and closing his door
He plucked randomly at the strings, playing almost the same tune as erlier before then picking up on one he knew the girl laying beside him liked. She had her eyes closed and soon her lips was graced with a small smile. A deep feeling of relaxation taking over her body, sinking into Elliot’s soft bed.
“Uh, y/n?” Elliot asked hesitantly as the girl hummed at him and opend one eye. Making eye contact.
“What’s up?”
But no words left his mouth as Elliot turned his head, averting his eyes from her too, looking around at the floor in front of him. There was no right way to do this, he knew her reaction could be many diffrent kinds, but at the same time Elliot knew that y/n wouldn’t be mad about it.
“Why do you, like, always pull away whenever we get close?” It was the fist thing he could think of to ask her. y/n sat up, legs over the edge of his bed but feel not touching the ground.
“What? She almost choked at the air. "The hell ate you on about?”
Elliot were quick standing up and letting out a frustrated puff of air as he didn’t know how to go on about this. When he turned towards y/n, she just looked at him with raised brows. A stab of pain shooting through her heart as she heard her younger self tell how bad of a idea this was.
“Everytime we get close, physically, you fucking pull away from me.” The look he gave her was almost one of a half shattered heart, his eyes showing a bit of sadness.
“I just-” Her eyes gor stuck on the floor in front of her as she didn’t finish the sentence, her hands shaking a little with fear of telling him and also for how scary love was in her eyes.
“Look,” His voice softer than ever as he slowly moved to stand in front of her, he slowly kneeled down in front of her. His hand reaching for hers but it jolted away, only for Elliot to reach oit and grab it gently.
She didn’t meet his gaze, eyes looking osst him no matter how much he tried to move his head and get in her view. As if she were made of glass, about to shatter any second, Elliot carefully reached out and put a hand under her chin, gently turning so hee head and eyes were in him. As she held his gaze she wanted to shrink into herself, she failed the one thing she promised younger her.
“I know how you feel about shut like this, Jules told me,” y/n swallowed as he spoke. “But I want you to know one thing, I fucking love you, okey?”
“Wha?..”
“I love you, and don’t look at me like you don’t believe me 'cause I’ve never been more honest in my fucking life.” He reassures her, hands coming up to hold her face.
“I.. I don’t know how this is supposed to feel,” This made Elliot’s rub his thumbs along her cheekbones, just gazing at her, he felt her lean in ever so slightly to one of his hands. Funding the action enjoyable.
His eyes flickered down on her lips and then back up at her eyes. He smiled a little, one taht was sweet am gentle, saved for her only. “Just tell me how his feels,”
With that, he leaned up, pressing his lips gently on hers startling y/n slightly. She was stiff for a few seconds but her eyes them fell shut, melting into the kiss. It was soft and slowly Elliot depending it slightly, one of his hands caressing y/n jaw gently. The other on the side of her neck. It was even better than doing drugs when kissing her, Elliot knew she would always be the strongest and most powerful drug of them all for him.
When he pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers, y/n keept her eyes closed as Elliot looked at her. Being so up close with her making usi stomach fill with some happiness.
“Was that okey?” He softly asked her leaning in so their noses touched, foreheads also still connected. She didn’t answer but he could feel her nod against him, Elliot let out a sigh of relief.
“I’m gonna kill Jules,” y/n mumbled and Elliot smiled.
“I think what she did was worth it,” And with taht he leaned in once more, their lips meting for a second time.
/: Yeah so I just needed to write something for Elliot from euphoria because I just already like his character.
A soft tune played through the room as Elliot randomly played on different strings to create something only for the time being. He sat leaned back against the headboard of his bed, guitar in hand, a pair of arms was wrapped around his waist loosely and holding o to him.
There was nothing he would want to have more than this, there was no drug that could compare to this, and no drug that could leave him with this feeling of euphoria that seemd stronger than any drug ever left him with. And even better, he wasn’t even on any kind of drugs as of now, he hadn’t touched them in weeks.
Somehow, this girl that was his friend, close friend, was able to keep him from that. She was able to get his mind off of the drugs he’d once cherished. Elliot knew that he however couldn’t depend on her to stay sober, she didn’t even knew he was sober. He didn’t wanna put that onto her, as he’d seen the way it went for Rue and Jules.
Talking about Rue, she had even complained about the fact that Elliot hadn’t asked her to get high lately or she had just simply pointed ut out to him with questions. He wasn’t even clean to her about being sober for such long time.
It was the sudden pull by the air of arms around his waist that he snapped out from his mindless playing, her head that laid just below his ribcage seeming ti move a bit for comfort.
y/n was the kind of girl that didn’t do drugs nor alcohol, she didn’t judge however, many times before Elliot got sober, she’d been over and he would do some drug. She never said anything about it and just simply let him do what he wanted with his life, same with Rue. Though, y/n had been harsher on Rue and told her to not do drugs every five minutes, to which Rue actually listened.
Elliot put away his guitar, making sure not to move too much, not wanting to wake the girl. He leaned forward a bit to see her more clearly, her face was relaxed as she breathed steadily. His fingers gently graced her skin, causing y/n’s eye twitch a bit.
“So you are awake, huh?” Elliot said in a playful tone as he poked y/n’s back lightly, the girl grumbled as her brows furrowed.
“Leave me alone,” She mumbled into the fabric of his shirt. The boy let out a snort before weaving his fingers though her hair.
“Oh so that’s how it’s gonna be?” Elliot raised a brow before his fingers found her side and he started ro slowly tickle her, causing y/n to start laughing and rolling off of him.
“Stop! Stop! I can’t” y/n was cut off by herself laughing and then letting out a high pitched screm of laughter as Elliot continued the torture.
“Quiet,” He stopped and put a hand over the girls mouth to quiet her from screaming out if laughter. He smiled widely as y/n now laid beside him on her back and holding her sides.
“You gonna calm down?” She nodded under his hand and he slowly retracted his hand from covering her mouth.
The silence was comfortable as non of the two had anything against being in ecah other presence with just silence all around them. Elliot slowly let his hand come to reach for her cheek as she’d turned over on her stomach, facing him.
His hand laid gently on her cheek, thumb gently rubbing up and down her cheekbone. The action was comforting as y/n let herself lean into his hand. But was this really how bestfriends should act?
“I love when we hang out, you’re the best company,” y/n told with a sigh as she couldn’t remember ever having this much fun with any of the girls, thay had all start to become all too serious and always wanted to just talk guys, never just joke around.
“Well, I’ll always keep you company,” The words were supposed to be happy, but y/n’s face fell slightly, face holding a somber expression. Elliot furrowed his brows and tried ro find her eyes again as she was looking away.
“Hey.. you okey?”
“What if you’re not here to keep me company?” She asked vaguely, the question weighing down the jolly mood that once was, Elliot’s face drop slightly as he lean back against the headboard once more. Hand still holding her cheek gently.
“I worry… and I know that I always said it’s your choice and all, but I just don’t, I just-..” y/n trailed off leaning up a bit to look at him better.
“I don’t think you have to worry about that,” Elliot sat up straight and placed both hands on her cheeks. “‘Cuase I haven’t touched drugs in almost three weeks.”
The statement made her eyes light up, mouth falling slightly agape. The smile on his face showed he was telling the truth, he leaned closer and his rumbs rubbed her cheeks slowly.
“What? H-how?..” y/n let her hands place ontop of his and she held onto his wrists gently.
“I don’t know, they just didn’t seem to give me this feeling, none of them could.”
Her eyes scanned his for what he was referring to, but suddenly one of his hands moved from resting at her cheek to holding her chin. His thumb now brushing the softness of her lower lip, causing her breath to hitch. Elliot let his thumb slowly trace where y/n’s lips parted before tracing her upper lip.
Even thought how stunned she was by his atction, y/n was quick, quicker than she thought. Before Elliot knew it she had leaned up and pressed a kiss swiftly to his lips, then leaning back down and bringing her lower lip between her teeth. The kiss was the kind that many see as the ones you maybe share with someone in kindergarten, quick and just a simple peck on the lips.
Elliot’s lips turn into a grin as he leans in, but not closing the gap between them. His lips hover just above hers as he let’s his hand slide down to the side of her neck. y/n let’s out a sigh and leans forwards, placing her lips on his but this time not pulling away. It’s soft on y/n’s side, but on Elliot’s it’s needy. She’s intoxicating for him finally tasting her makes him want more.
He pulled away from a second and slowly help the girl onto her back, her eyes questioning, almost as if she’s too pure. One of his hands land on her hip and he slowly let it run up her side.
“Just relax,” He coos, straddling her waist and making sure not to put all his bodyweight on her. Under him he can feel her body relax with breath of air leaving her lips.
Summary:You have been paired up with Osamu Dazai to smoke out drug dealers but things quickly take a turn for the worst and Dazai is injured.
Warnings:FLUFF, so nothing hectic but it does get a little steamy in the end. Mild Swearing.
Word Count: 2931
A/N:This took long to write and it is a lot longer than my usual work but it is cute and I feel very alone now. Also to those who write Dazai, how do you do it??
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A drug bust. A simple drug bust.
A group of thugs were illegally selling the stuff to some of the local gangs and it is being redistributed to some of the high school and college kids around the area.
Find them. Find the Stash. Arrest them. Confiscate the stash. No more drugs circulating around schools.
It’s honestly a small request for the agency which often deals in much larger cases so you were nominated to investigate it. You’re relatively new and the experience would be really good for you.
Thus, you were paired with Osamu Dazai. According to Kunikida, he could use the fresh air.
You spare a glance out the window and take note of the setting sun. The light casts deep dancing shadows across the walls. The air feels cold and wet as you take careful steps across the damp bricks. You and Dazai had left the Agency in the early morning and it’s already rapidly approaching evening. Ranpo said we’d be finished by lunch.
A simple Drug Bust. What a joke.
You pad lightly down the dingy hallway. Each deliberate step is cushioned by the moss that appears to have rooted itself on the bricks. The stench is suffocating at best. Dazai had gone off on his own as soon as you stepped inside the dilapidated building. He didn’t explain much, just said that he was going left and you should go right, and that you needed to wait by the east wing. Then he sauntered off leaving you alone.
Asshole
You come across a fork and debate if you should turn left or right. Two pairs of footsteps sound off at the end of the hall on the left. Two people. One pair sounds heavy and reverberates against the walls while the second almost scuffles along with the first. You reach for the gun at your belt. The weight of it resting against your hand gives you a feeling of comfort.
Two men step out from the end of the hallway. You slink back further and cover yourself in shadows. You hope they are enough to cover you completely. A man with a crew cut has his hand wrapped around the other’s arm as he appears to half lead half drag the man across the floor. You’re too far to make out his expression but the stark white of his face lets you know that he’s absolutely terrified. On closer inspection you can see that his other hand is bent at an odd angle. Perhaps, you and Dazai were not the only ones investigating the place. Assuming that Dazai is actually investigating and not lounging around somewhere while you did all the work.
The man opens a side door and yanks the smaller man into the room before following suit. The world has become deathly still once again. Not a sound to be heard. They’re the first two people you’ve seen since entering this damned place. After a minute of silence you emerge from your corner and creep down the hallway. Dazai’s instructions pop back into your head and you hesitate.
They may kill the cop.
Pushing Dazai’s words to the side, you stride forward and give chase.
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You slip into the room and crouch behind a broken conveyor belt. You slip the gun off your belt and into your hands. Show time.
“Boss, I found this idiot sneaking ‘round back”, the bigger man says. A man steps out of the shadows dressed in a white lab coat and cocky grin. The ringleader walks forward with an air of arrogance, each step sounds deliberate and confident. He has dark eyes and long shoulder length hair. You can’t help but think he has very handsome foreign features.
“Is he a cop?” the leader asks. The large man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a badge and presents it.
“That’s the second one today”, he frowns as he carefully inspects the badge. His long hair falls in gentle waves around his face as he peers down. He then waves a dismissive hand, a frown gracing his handsome features, “The other one is being pursued as we speak. Once he’s been handled we’ll leave. Gather your men and tell them to inspect the surrounding area.”, he turns his attention to the man kneeling on the ground, “Asahi, was it? Tell me, who did you come with?”
Asahi pauses. “No one”
The leader smirks and waves his hand towards his subordinate who swiftly grab Asahi. Taking his remaining good arm in his hands, he twists it. Asahi cries out. The leader simply smiles coldly before he adjusts his glasses for dramatic effect.
“Who did you come with?”
Your mouth goes dry. Where’s Dazai when you need him? Is he the other cop being pursued? Step in now or wait?
The man in the lab coat begins to circle around Asahi who has said nothing but whimpers in pain instead. The leader steps in front of your hiding place with his back turned towards you, still facing the cop. You make a decision. Dazai isn’t here to help you or hold your hand. You grab onto your gun more firmly, you begin to rise, ready to step out.
The doors at the other end of the room fly open. The swing against the walls with a loud bang and you immediately duck back down. Heart in your throat. Who the fuck? Two men step forward both escorting the same man across the floor. He puts up no fight and simply allows himself to be dragged into the room. Hands tied behind his back. They force him into a kneeling position. However, he remains unbothered as a lazy smile graces his features.
Dazai.
This fucking idiot.
Four men. Two hostages. And You are only equipped with a gun.
“Found the other cop.”
Dazai grins, “I’m not a cop.”
Like they care
The man in the lab coat steps forward, ignoring Asahi who’s still kneeling in the other man’s hold and instead approaches Dazai. Dazai’s posture is calm as he lazily scans his environment. His eyes briefly roam over your position.
He says, “I believe I’ve arrived just in time.”
You clutch your gun tighter. Dazai never discussed anything beforehand and you can only think that surely none of this is going right.
An explosion sounds off in the distance and the building shakes. Dazai makes a face of confusion but the glint in his eyes speaks of mischief, “That is exceedingly unusual.”
A smile curls over your lips. Guess he wasn’t lazing around after all. The man in the coat finally drops his cocky grin. All traces of arrogance vanishes. He turns to his subordinates. “Go! Move! Find whatever worms have stumbled across our hideout. Kill anyone you don’t recognize. Take whatever leftover stock you can find and leave”, he shouts.
He spins towards the man still holding the cop, who’s gone completely white from fright. “Not you. You’re going to get me out of here safely. You can dispose of the two cops.”
The man nods and reaches into his jacket. Absolutely not. Somehow having Dazai in the room fuels you with confidence. You waste no time before you spring out of your hiding place. You charge towards the larger man who pauses in surprise as you suddenly rush in front of him. Before he can equip his gun you slam yours into his temple. He stumbles backwards but gathers himself quickly. He charges forward but every painstaking lesson with Fukuzawa flashes before your eyes. Before anyone can react the man has already landed heavily on his back, hands cuffed together.
“Now who the fuck are you?”
You turn towards the man in the lab coat. The boss no longer looks as in control as he did a few minutes ago. He pulls out a gun and points it towards Dazai who narrows his eyes at him before he flashes you a look of warning.
“How many of you are there?!” He demands.
You look around you and pull a face of mock concentration. “I believe there’s three of us here.”
“FUCK YOU!” He takes a step towards Dazai and jams the gun into the back of Dazai’s head. The gun in your own hands feels heavier.
“How many are you?”, he says, voice like steel.
“Drop your gun and I’ll tell you.”
“Only if you drop yours first. Or would you like to see who has the faster trigger finger.?”
You, would in fact, not like to find out. Your earlier confidence begins to fade away. You drop your gun on the floor. He doesn’t budge and simply glares at you and then the gun. You understand and kick the gun forward, far enough so that it’s out of your reach. The man smiles in a way that makes you feel as though he is unhinged. Perhaps, he is.
He steps away from Dazai and towards your gun. He kicks it away so that it clatters against one of the pieces of old equipment. Suddenly, Dazai who has been complacent this whole time stands up and rushes towards him. The ropes around his wrist seem to have disappeared. He leaps forward and the man spins around and fires off gunshots, maybe eight? Panic seizes you and you let out a cry of panic as you spring forward. The leader turns to you with wild eyes but only empty clicks sound from his gun. You immediately grab him and force him to the ground. You hastily cuff him before looking up for Dazai.
“Dazai!” you shout. You leave the man on the ground and run towards him. Dazai stands casually with a smile on his face but his right hand touches his shoulder.
“That was close”, he comments drily as he moves his hand away and inspects the blood. “Just a scratch.”
He grins at you and then walks towards the cop on the floor. “I imagine you arrived alone. Not a very smart move on your part.”
Asahi nods, “Thank You, I’ll call back up and arrest them.”
Dazai turns away from him and heads for the door, “No need. I’ve already called in my own back up. Y/n, Kunikida arrived on scene roughly five minutes ago with Tanizaki and Atsushi.”
You nod silently. He’s acting so calm. And true to his word, the others had shown up with the police in tow. The situation was neatly resolved and you handed over your findings to them. By the time the whole situation was completely resolved, night had descended onto Yokohama and the breeze was chilling.
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“Dazai, what was that?” you ask.
Both of you had left earlier than the others and had met up at the agency. The clock steadily ticks towards 10pm. Your movements feel sluggish but you are wide awake. The events flash behind your eyes on loop. The repetitive gunshots firing in your ears. Dazai looks over at you with a confused look. “A drug bust?”
“Not that, why did you run at him? He had a gun in his hand, he could’ve killed you. Heck, you already got injured. Why would you suddenly rush him like that?”
Dazai simply shrugged. “I knew he wasn’t going to actually hit anything fatal. He could barely hold the gun properly. He wouldn’t have killed me even if I was standing right in front of him with a target between my eyes”
“Don’t be reckless, Dazai.”
“Speaking of “reckless”, why were you there?” I told you to head to the east side of the building and yet you were prancing about the headquarters right into his hands. Romanoff is a dangerous man, he would’ve killed you immediately. Also, I do believe you charged a villain with a gun today.”
Romanoff? Where was this information earlier?
“Nothing even happened on the east side, no one was there, why does it even matter. And don’t you dare compare what you did to what I did. The difference, Dazai, is that that man didn’t have his gun in his hand yet and I did. The difference is also that Yosano can heal whatever injury I walk out with while her gift will never work on you.”
“She can’t fix a corpse”, he seethes at you. You pause. Your face has gone completely red and you can’t believe you’re even arguing with this intolerable man. He’s already been hurt, how much more does he want?
“No”, you eye him carefully. This man is a genius. Out of all your joking and sniping at him, you’ve seen him work. You’ve seen him come up with incredible plans and predict the enemies movement as if they were all nothing but pawns on his chessboard. So why?
“Why did you want me on the east side of the building?” you ask. “When the police were inspecting, there was nothing there. No one was there.”
Dazai says nothing. For a second the only thing that can be heard are your shallow breaths.
“Why did you send me away? Were you going to handle it by yourself?”
Dazai lets out a dry huff of laughter. “You think too much. I thought the ringleader would try and escape that way and then you would’ve been able to catch them off guard.”
You step towards him “But all of the vehicles were on the right, that’s what you blew up.”
“Most leaders will have a second escape route if they’re smart.”
“No one was there, Dazai.”
You walk towards him and he doesn’t move, but only continues to smile with eyes that hide a million little secrets. Perhaps if you stare at them long enough, you will finally unlock hissecrets.
Finally you stand in front of him and reach a hand to grasp the corner of his jacket as he moves back. The material is surprisingly soft in your hands. You stare up at him and his warm eyes meet yours, for once it feels as though a layer of his armour has been stripped away.
“Don’t run away.” you whisper, he’s so close that you fear a harsher sound may break him. That he may recoil once again back into his shell and shut you off again.
He glances away from you and chuckles.
“I’m not made from drywall", you joke lightly, “I can support you, you don’t have to hide me in a corner.”
He doesn’t face you when he responds, “I’m well aware, Little miss detective.”
“I don’t think you are”, you chuckle. You release his coat and reach up to cup his face in your hands. You force him to look at you. Your light smile disappears when you meet his eyes. They are burning. His eyes darken as he watches you, the next layer of armour stripping away when he says, “That was really dangerous, what you did today.”
“Not as dangerous as what you did, I hear they were chasing you all over the place.”
He frowns, “It’s different when I do it.”
“I don’t think so.”
He huffs and leans forward. His ice cold hands reach for you as he cradles your face in his hands. Oddly enough, the cold feels good against your burning cheeks. He brings you closer to him as he leans down towards you.
“You are so frustrating.”
You narrow your eyes at him and playfully frown. “Me? What about you and your vague ass instructions, you know, maybe if you-”
Soft lips press against your own. He steals your breath away along with every last one of your words. His hand that was cradling your face so gently has slipped around your waist as he pushes you flush against him. He’s cold. He’s so cold and you wrap your arms around him. He doesn’t always have to be cold. He doesn’t always have to be alone.
You finally pull away and gasp for air. His eyes burn with intense emotions and he immediately begins kissing your jaw. He nips at your neck before sucking the skin aggressively. His tongue rolls out his mouth as he laps at the area before he moves on to the next. You burn. A shiver runs down your spine and you want him closer. You want to dissolve and drown in him. It’s been so long since you’ve felt like this. His teasing smirks and dry comments have annoyed you to no end and yet he’s here with you against the wall with his long slender finger digging into your hips in the most intoxicating way. You wish for nothing more than for this man to devour you whole. Your hands have tangled into his hair as you tug gently. He groans against your neck and his hand moves further down to grab your thigh rubbing small circles.
“Don’t tease me”, he whispers as his teeth graze your ear.
Summary: Dazai has been weirdly absent from the Agency the whole week. One night, after working late you notice that the light in his room is on. But, he doesn’t seem to be answering you.
Warnings:Mentions of Suicide. Otherwise this is purely a Fluff Fic.
Word Count: 2 011
A/N: This would have been out earlier if it weren’t for two reasons. 1) Dazai is a very complex character to write.( I sincerely hope that I have done him Justice) 2) my computer shut down before posting and nothing was saved. But otherwise Please enjoy!!
Important to note: This occurs between Season 2 and 3. In other words it’s after the Guild arc but before the Cannibalism arc. NO Season 3 Spoilers.
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The night air is icy. A chilling breeze swept through the area and brushed across your skin as you walked home from the Agency building. Today, you worked overtime trying to piece together information from your latest case. Unfortunately you’re not as observant as Dazai or Ranpo who simply glance at a crime scene and pull out handcuffs. Speaking of Dazai, he took the day off unannounced, again. In fact, the whole week he’s been mostly absent, more than usual. Kunikida is going to blow a gasket soon.
You walk quickly towards the Agency’s dorms, enjoying the night air but wanting to get inside as soon as possible. The chill is almost unbearable and the breeze feels piercing. You simply can’t wait to curl up in a blanket with a hot cup of hot chocolate. With this idea in mind you pass by the 24/7 market and purchase two muffins for yourself. With the late night treats in hand you head home and before you know it you’re ready to climb the stairs of the dorms to get to your room. But, suddenly you pause. You take a step back and look down the row of rooms to the very thing that has caught your eye. The last room had a bit of light peeking out of the window. It belongs to Dazai.
You haven’t seen him for most of the week and seeing him up so late is somewhat surprising. Although, it’s not the fact that he’s awake but rather that he’s there at all. Dazai has been like a ghost the past week, impossible to get a hold of and almost nonexistent. Often, his disappearing act results in no one able to find him at all but he’s right over there.
You turn on your heel and head towards the door. What are you going to say? What’s the plan of action? God knows. You just want to see him. Perhaps you could just ask where he’s been the whole week? The week has been impossibly dull without him. Having Dazai at the office normally creates it’s own firework show with his firecracker personality, but he’s surprisingly dependable and you’ve missed him greatly.
You knock on the door twice. Two quick raps that feel deafening in the late night.
Silence.
Not a peak behind the door. You knock again and call out, “Dazai, it’s me.”
Nothing greets you back.
Perhaps, if you were Kunikida you could understand why he wouldn’t want to talk to you but you genuinely feel as though you’ve become close. He’s almost always goofing around but you’ve worked a few cases with him and are awed by his intelligence and the recent intervention with the Guild unearthed a lot of his past. You feel as though you’ve finally seen how complex he truly is. Finding out that he was once part of the Port Mafia was surprising but it also explained a lot of his actions. He revealed a lot to the agency with the air of nonchalance but you knew that it probably didn’t sit comfortably with him to dig up old unpleasant memories. Back then, you’d felt as though a lot of missing puzzle pieces had finally fallen in front of you.
“So… the Port Mafia huh?” you had called out to him. You were alone at the time, both sorting through case files in the office. The words came up because you were curious, no one else had quite spoken to him about it.
“Ahhhh, I can tell you many stories if you like, but I am afraid that they are not very pleasant to the ear.”
You smile at him and shake your head. He seems to have misunderstood your intentions.
“No, that’s not it, I’m just thinking that it makes sense in a weird way. You were never someone they just picked off the street.”, you said and turned to face him. “It’s okay Dazai, truthfully, your past doesn’t matter all that much as long as you’re here looking at a better future.”
He had said nothing, and you didn’t push for him to say anything at all either. You had simply worked in silence until the others had returned. The words were simple but you felt that it needed to be said. You cannot imagine what it must feel like to have a messy past but truly the Agency members would never hold it against him. You felt the need to reassure him.
Your relationship together had always been full of witty banter and flirty comments but after the ordeal, you felt as though he’s become more genuine and open with you. You two, like peas in a pod when working on a case, able to silently communicate and send meaningful glances at one another. Many times you thought to yourself that you would both divulge in a private romance.
But, he always seems to draw away from you at the last second.
Now you stand in front of his door met by absolute silence and you’re feeling somewhat frantic. You look down at your purchased treats and try a different tactic.
“I have Muffins.”
I’m literally putting my food on the line you asshole, you think to yourself. Let me in, it’s freezing.
After another few minutes of silence, he still hasn’t responded. You have also come to the decision that perhaps the muffins aren’t too great a loss anyway. After all, he probably hasn’t been eating. You reach for your bag, wondering if you should attempt to break in with your lock picking kit that you carry around. A precautionary measure. Suddenly, it hits you: Dazai is always going on about suicide this and suicide that. A shiver of fear crawls through you.
Screw it. He can get mad at you later.
You reach for the door and quickly fiddle with the lock only to find that it’s already unlocked.
You careless bastard. You better not be dead.
You quickly wing open the door and step inside. You desperately search the room. The room is mostly dark and the only light source is a desk lamp. At the desk, he’s slouched unconscious. A pen loosely sits in his one hand that is propped up slightly, hanging awkwardly over his head. The room is freezing.
You rush forward and reach for him, he’s ice cold. Your heart sinks like a stone. And tears of panic have begun to well up. He wouldn’t do this. He couldn’t possibly.
Please Dazai, don’t leave me.
You’re on the verge of tears when you gently place a hand on the lone bandaged wrist lying on the table and find a very steady pulse, but his hands are still bitterly cold. You swallow down the lump in your throat and realize that he’s simply asleep and simply very cold. You attempt to calm yourself. He’s alive. You take a look at his desk and notice the dozens of sheets of paper, each one covered in his messy handwriting. You pick up one that he isn’t lying on and attempt to decipher it. While most words are hard to make out, you pick out a few key words and notice that it has to do with the Port Mafia. You skim through a different page and are surprised to find a Russian name.
Fyodor Dostoevsky.
Sleeping in the cold is bad, it will give you nightmares, you think and walk further into his dorm to the cupboard with extra blankets and supplies that’s standard for every living space. You grab a thick blanket and walk back to him. As quietly as you can, you remove the pencil from his hand and place the blanket over his shoulders.
Suddenly, ice cold fingers shoot forward and curl around your wrist as Dazai’s eyes fly open. The atmosphere shifts immediately. Alarm bells ring in your head. Tension floods the room and blazing foggy eyes land on you. A chill runs down your spine that has nothing to do with the weather. You immediately crouch down to make yourself less threatening as his grip tightens.
“It’s me! It’s me!” you whisper-shouted. The walls are thin in this place and you don’t want to draw attention by shouting but a pained whimper manages to slip out of your mouth. His grip is deadly.
His eyes clear up and he immediately releases your hand. He looks at you sitting on the floor at his side rubbing your wrist with an annoyed expression and then glances at the blanket that had slipped off his shoulders slightly. A look of surprise briefly washes over his face before he reverts back to a seemingly neutral expression.
“What are you doing here?” he asks but lacks the usual tone of mischief that generally accompanies anything he says. As though he’s forgotten to place his invisible mask back onto his face. “Not that I am upset, it is always a pleasure to see you. Although I didn’t expect to find you sneaking around my room.”
His sly expression slowly returns to his face but his eyes still appear to be hazy. Honestly, he looks rather sexy right now especially with his tousled hair.
“I brought food. Also you weren’t at the Agency today,” you say. “And your door was unlocked, I’ll have you know, that’s very dangerous. A killer could easily sneak in here”
You brush off the awkward atmosphere as smoothly as you can because even you are aware that it’s a bit weird to break into his room at 11 ‘o’ clock at night with food.
He shrugs with an amused smile brushing over his features.
You let out an awkward cough before gesturing to all the papers strewn across his desk.
“What is all this? I’ve never seen you do any actual office work before”, you joke.
“Oh this? It’s nothing. Just wondering where my next suicide attempt should be. Lots of research this time, all I need now is a beautiful fair maiden” He throws you a playful glance towards the end. But, the tone of playful bachelor is ruined by the slur of sleep.
Liar
Dazai has always been receptive to emotions and expressions and you are very much an open book to him. He knows fair and well that you think he’s lying but says nothing more on the subject. You are also a book that can take a hint and so you say nothing on the matter. Seeing how tired he is you decide that it’s probably best to leave. He gets little sleep as it is, judging by the dark circles under his eyes.
“You should sleep, I’ll go now but I brought two muffins. Which one do you want? Chocolate or Blue-”, you stop suddenly and look down at the slender fingers latched around your wrist.
“You don’t have to leave,” he says.
Your heart trips over his words and slams against your chest. His words are sweet like honey. Your breath gets caught in your throat as he gently tugs you towards his desk. Messy hair coupled with his intensely dark eyes following you, has you feeling all kinds of things.
What are you saying to me with such an expression
“Come here.”
He moves the papers to the side and gestures for you to sit on it. You hop onto the desk without much issue.
“I’ve missed you this week,” he smiles mischievously.
“Maybe you wouldn’t miss me so much if you actually came to work.”
He chuckles slightly at this and you smile. This position feels weirdly intimate, with him so close sitting on the chair while you’re on the desk. The room is somewhat dark and his face is half discarded in the shadows. But his rich brown eyes are bright in the dark. The atmosphere may almost be mistaken as romantic but you quickly push that thought aside. You clear your throat slightly and look away from him terrified that his eyes will swallow you whole. You reach for the bag of food. “Dazai, do you want Chocolate or-”
The feeling of two cold arms wrapping around your waist cuts you off. Surprised, you glance back at him to find that he’s much closer than before. He rests his head in your lap. He nuzzles your thigh. Your face flushes red.
“Y/N, you are right, I am much too tired ,” he mumbles and almost as an afterthought he adds, “ and cold. Just stay here for a little bit longer.” His head sits heavy and unmoving in your lap, turned to the side, facing away from the light of the desk lamp. His eyelids flutter shut and the blanket seems to fall even further down his shoulders.
“Wake me up in 30 minutes.”
He says nothing else and appears to drift off into a deep sleep. You reach for the blanket as slowly as you can without disturbing him you readjust it to cover him completely with only his head sticking out as he rests peacefully in your lap.
“Okay,” you whisper.
Your hand reaches for his head and ever so softly, it brushes against the tips of his hair. You become more bold, confident that he is sleeping based on his shallow, even breaths. Lightly, you begin to sift through his hair, playing with the strands and caressing his head. You allow the soft strands of his hair to slip through your fingers with each stroke. His hair is smooth to the touch and has a pleasant feel. As you continue gently caressing his head, you look around again at the sheets of paper. Each one is covered in messy handwriting and arrows linking seemingly random bits of information.
You’ve been playing detective with Dazai for a long enough time to know that he’s planning something and suddenly the boy in your arms feels even more precious to you. Because in this moment you understand that a storm is brewing on the horizon and he’s possibly the only one who can smell the scent of rain on the wind. He is carrying a burden alone. He is placing the safety of the Agency above his own and your heart warms towards him.
You look down at the exhausted man.
He was once the Devil’s prodigy but now he is the Agency’s Guardian Angel.
