Author’s note: Here you go, @a-flustered-paint-appeared! Soukoku with 16. “What are you hiding?”~!
Thanks so much for your compliment and your prompt, dearie! <33 Sorry this
is so late, but let’s just pretend it’s still Christmas, anyway lol Honestly, I have to say that writing these two has become one of my favorite things now because they’re super fun and easy omg I’m in loveeeee
Summary: Chuuya learns that Dazai’s definition of “creating magic” is a little off and hates his life because of it, along with Dazai’s stupid Santa hat.
Since Dazai didn’t have a life and stalked
him twenty-four-fucking-seven, Chuuya couldn’t even take care of his
business without having to worry that his overly clingy boyfriend would
randomly waltz into his house and make his life difficult once again.
he kept asking himself why he was
dating this guy in the first place.
It seems that my mom has gotten a lot smaller since the last time I saw her,”
was the nerdy reply and Chuuya turned around so he could tell Dazai to fuck off
in his face but didn’t get any further than parting his lips because what.
was Christmas Eve, but that didn’t mean he had to look like an absolute idiot.
wearing the most ridiculous Santa hat he had ever seen. It had lights. And
they were annoying. Said lights were
blinking endlessly, switching between green, yellow and red and wow, Chuuya had underestimated how
stupid Dazai really was.
… And how
much he loved him for that. Crap. He hated himself for that but he hated Dazai
the size of your brain?” Chuuya said casually because he had to say something instead of just staring at
those flickering lights.
even moodier than usual,” Dazai pouted and grabbed both of his hands, swinging
them back and forth like a four-year-old. “Come on! You’re supposed to be happy
because it’s Christmas! It’s the best holiday of the year and aren’t you glad
you get to spend it with your one and only boyfriend?”
honest? Yes. No. Wait.
know how to respond to that. You look stupid and it’s distracting.”
look very handsome. So stop fidgeting
in the kitchen and join me on the couch so we can create a little holiday magic
of our own.”
you seriously suggesting we have sex on my
A bark of
laughter made him twitch once again because that was definitely not the
reaction he was hoping for. “Oh my god, well, if you wanted to have sex you
could’ve just said so. I was thinking of cuddling and putting on a cute movie,
but sure if you’re that eager.”
If he hadn’t
been so tired of cleaning, cooking and packing all day, Chuuya would’ve used
his ability to throw something at Dazai’s head but instead he just sighed and
followed him to the living room of his apartment. He plopped onto the couch
while Dazai looked for a random movie to put on, which he took his time for and
Chuuya had the nagging feeling his was doing it on purpose because he was also humming, one of Dazai’s favorite things
more humming, Dazai did a theatrical twirl on the spot, bent down to put the
DVD in and skipped over the couch so he could take a seat. The usual
commercials started playing and Chuuya already regretted sitting there, but things
were about to get even worse.
“Let the real magic begin.”
As soon as
his brain had processed those words, he finally noticed the annoying tingly
sensations around his torso. His body reacted out of instinct by letting him
make the most embarrassing sound known to man: a terrifyingly loud shriek, and he jumped out of the way.
Dazai’s fingers seemed to be glued to his body, though, because they didn’t let
go of his sides and simply kept scribbling against his shirt.
you— Fu— Dazai!” Chuuya cried out and
pulled his knees up to his chest to try to block the seemingly persistent
“Get it? Your
laughter is like magic to me!” Dazai
sang sweetly and cupped his cheek with one hand so he could pull him into a
rather messy kiss.
hand was slowly sliding down to pinch his kneecap, definitely one of his
weakest spots, and Chuuya yelped into the kiss, which was taken advantage of by
Dazai who took this opportunity to deepen the kiss and switch spots. Prominent
nails trailed the skin of his exposed stomach, which made Chuuya laugh so hard
that he fell back against the arm of the couch, hugging himself to protect his
such a sap, jeez,” he panted and held out a hand when Dazai advantaged towards
him with wiggly fingers. “No. Dazai,
I swear to god, don’t tickle me
agreed to create a little magic here with me, didn’t you?” Dazai said so very
smugly that Chuuya wanted nothing more than to kick him out of his house. Hard.
tickle me again, I’m not giving you my present—!” Chuuya ended his sentence
with a choked gasp because Dazai’s hands had already latched themselves onto
his sides again, but they didn’t move.
bought me a present? Chuuya, you cutie!”
Chuuya was forced to take the tickling once more while his present lay
forgotten under the sink where he had hidden it from view after Dazai had
entered the kitchen.
It’s currently 4.30am here and I’ve spent the last few hours writing this Christmas fic/imagine because I was feeling very festive last night. It’s been such a long time since I’ve written anything so please, be nice - be warned it’s probably ridden with a lot of grammatical errors. It’s kind of sweet, fluff, not really smut, happy and festive time all around.
P.S Yes, I realise (Y/N)’s best friend is named after me. I just really wanted to be your wing man.