Genre: Fluff || They/them pronouns for reader || Small CW for varying degrees of possessive behavior

A/N: Cheesy? Yes. But also a characterization exercise. We'll pretend whoever's flirting with you is just mega stupid to not automatically recognize the Beast Cookies

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Mystic Flour

ᯓᡣ𐭩 To put a name to any of Mystic Flour's emotions is ill-advised, as she firmly insists apathy is key to everything. She certainly doesn't feel anything when a small, measly crispy Cookie comes up to chat with you. Nothing at all. Or that's what she tells herself, at least

ᯓᡣ𐭩 She will open up her eyes to give them one of her chilling stares, which in most cases is enough to make Cookies flee immediately. If they persist, she steps close to your side, showing that you have someone occupying your arm already

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Your quest for company is utterly futile. Turn back now, and spare my beloved the sight of your pitiful face."

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Afterwards she stays close to your side, commenting about how the needs of Cookies are so meaningless and simple. She doesn't object when you link your arm with hers. If anything, you could swear she holds you tighter than normal

Burning Spice

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Honestly he's more offended that a Cookie approached and didn't acknowledge him at all. They went straight to you, immediately getting too friendly. The Spice Overlord felt his pride fall to the side for once, feeling intensely competitive over you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's not subtle about it at all. Gives the stranger a nasty glare as he wraps a huge arm around you, tugging you close until your back touches his chest. He looks at the mortal with judgement. Someone as puny as them thinks they could earn your hand? How pathetic!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Run along now. Unless you're prepared to fight for that prize"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 If anyone's stupid enough to take him up on that offer, they're head-first flung yards away in seconds. For the rest of the day he keeps you squished to his side, making comments about how only he can keep you as his grand prize. Puffs up a bit when you squeeze his arm or affirm his boasting

as these puppies!

vriska and her really hyperactive girlfriend, it’s been 8 hours.

bonus:

꠹mile! You're on ꉔamera~

⌯⌲ indulging myself real quick because fuck i love this concept. he’s such a creep but he only wants to make sure you’re safe! no other reason~

Dazai’s favorite show is usually whatever you’re doing in your bedroom when you two are apart. You get bored easily when not in his presence, he feels so bad for you sometimes when he sees you sitting there on your bed or at your desk chair, the air of disinterest evident in your features, hearing your soft huffing while you try to think of a way to entertain yourself.

The lens of the camera hidden in the eye of the teddy bear sitting on your bed adjusts, focusing to see you sitting at your desk, computer screen lit up, and you aren’t looking at anything in particular, a YouTube video just so there’s noise in the background, and he watches you through his own computer screen. You two had a cute date earlier, a picnic in the park he packed all by himself — your favorite snacks and premade sandwiches, his arms wrapped around you at almost all times while you’re together, and sharing kisses in between conversation as you lay on the blanket sprawled out on the lush, fresh spring grass, and as he stared at your face, he thought maybe this was the reason why people kept living.

That exact feeling was why he had previously given you the cutest, fluffiest, sweetest looking teddy bear that has an adorable bow tie and glittered toes on its bear feet, as well as a hidden camera — did you know how easy it is to find stuff like this on the internet? He wants to see you constantly, your sweet and pretty face, your hair, your eyes, your cute nose, your pouty lips… until he convinces you to live with him, this is the compromise. You were over the moon to receive it, its chocolate brown fur reminding you of Dazai, your thoughtful boyfriend, and swooned at him saying he got it so you wouldn’t be lonely when you two aren’t together. You showered him with so many hugs and kisses, he was flushed and overwhelmed by your affection, but he didn’t want it to end.

His daily routine, if you’re unfortunately not in his schedule, consists of checking the camera, watching you as you get up for the day, vanishing into the bathroom, coming out with steam wrapped around you with the towel concealing your body, watching as you get dressed, having to calm himself down at the sight since he has things to do — like go to work. He sits there watching you until you leave the room for good. He checks it periodically on his phone throughout the day if it notifies him of movement, watching you lay down or change again, play around on your phone, a video game, go to your computer, and… other things. You apparently get incredibly lonely when he isn’t around to help out, and he gets so jealous of the other plushies crowding around you on your bed.

Today, he decides to call you, to check on you, and you don’t answer at first, even though he can faintly see your phone on the desk beside your arm. Languidly, your hand comes out to lift it, pressing ‘answer’ without checking, and a monotonous: “Hello?”

“Hello to you, too,” Dazai chuckles lightly, but he’s fighting himself on having an actual reaction. His eyes flicker along his computer screen, watching as your chair spins around to reveal your elated expression to hear his voice, and his nerves are instantly calmed.

“Osa!” You cheer, sitting up straighter with an adorable beam stretching across your lips. “It’s like you knew I was thinking about you!”

“It’s ’cause I always know what my sweet darling needs,” he purrs, finger gently tracing along the curve of his mouse, reveling in how excited you are to hear from him, your feet connecting with the floor to pad across to your bed. “And what are you up to?” As if he doesn’t already know.

“Oh, just hanging around,” you sigh, dreamily, happy to have him on the other line, and plop backward onto your mattress. “Are you busy today?”

“Of course not, just watching TV,” his head tilts when he sees your hand messing with your shirt, the angle of the camera catching down it perfectly. “Do you need me?”

“I always need you,” you pout, audible in your tone, and his mouth tugs upward. “I miss you.” You lightly huff, fingers reaching out to carefully mess with the bear, him pretending you’re touching his face.

“You know, my darling, you wouldn’t miss me so much if we got a place together,” he murmurs, soft and gentle in your ear from the receiver, and he catches your eyes roll at that comment. Not this again. He falters, trying to not let a reaction come through. “Just a thought.” He adds, the sweet purr actually making you contemplate it.

“Hmm, maybe ask me again in about a year?” You suggest, bargain, really. You two haven’t been dating long, roughly six months, and he’s continuously bringing up moving in since about the three month mark.

“Hmm, I might die if we wait that long,” he mimics your tonal flip, and eyes the way your teeth sink down into your bottom lip. “I’ll check back in a couple months instead?” He counter offers, quickly adding: “I miss you so much the moment you leave my line of sight. I can hug my pillow only so many more nights before I start following you home to cuddle you to sleep.” His soft voice lulls you into pondering the thought, glancing at the teddy bear, eyes directly gazing at the unknown camera, and he catches the twinkle in them when you start to smile.

“Awh, Osamu, that’s the sweetest thing I think I’ve ever heard you say,” you roll on your stomach, grabbing the bear to pull closer, and he’s glad you’re so pretty because sometimes you can be a real airhead. He gazes at you through his computer screen, admiring every perfect imperfection on your face, wishing he was under you to give you plenty of kisses.

“It’s simply because I love you, my darling,” he murmurs, the same way he did earlier in the day when in your presence, getting lost in the fantasy he is on your bed with you right then. “Plus, won’t you feel safer having me around to protect you?” Your eyes wander upward toward the ceiling, thinking about the offer, and chewing the inside of your cheek.

“I do feel better when we have our sleepovers,” you mutter, more so under your breath, but he hears it on both the phone and teddy cam.

“The offer is always there, darling, just say when. I don’t own much, I can be there same day,” you giggle at that, knowing he’s telling the truth, and his heart flutters not only hearing it but seeing it too, especially when your nose wrinkles a bit at the bridge. “You are the cutest thing in the world.” He breathes, forgetting he isn’t actually there, but he doesn’t care, because you won’t suspect a thing since he’s always complimenting you.

“When can I expect to see you at my door?” You whisper, and the shift in your expression makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, alongside the way you bat your lashes down at the bear, and goosebumps rise up under his bandages.

“If I run, I can be there in five minutes,” he rushes out, already getting to his feet, and fumbling to turn the screen off. You giggle again, the last thing he sees is your flushed cheeks, and your finger coming out to gently nudge the bear’s nose. I love that he's always available, like he's wrapped around my finger. Or something like that.

“Start running.” He’s already halfway out the door before you can finish your sentence.

i made this a bit mild, but it’s just because he does love you so much & wants to see you~

- ghxst

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