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Lowkey I might just turn this into a series- lowkey what I was going for at the end

Random post about a song I’ve been obsessed with for a while

Cw: angst, heartbreak, and overall emotional pain.

The sun shines through the open window above their bed- I mean her bed.

Shes no longer welcome, shes no longer the one who shares it with her. The pain hurts her but she powers through it. The last of her bags are packed and all she has to do is leave. Her friend doesn’t know why she’s doing this, she doesn’t know why this is so hard for her. But she’s not gonna say why.

The train ride felt like centuries, her heart pounding in her chest with each second. She wonders if she did the right thing or if she overreacted. But she’s doesn’t know..she doesn’t wish to know.

That place is no longer hers..it’s his now.

As her stop approaches she turns up the music in her headphones. In her head she’s glad they don’t leak sound..that would be majorly embarrassing.

As she stood up and walked out the train car she took a deep breath.

“Day one…without her….it feels like it’s been weeks already. But, I’ve got this! I think…damn I miss her” she thinks to herself.

Tales of Jennifer nuesuem!

[shukio]

Random post about a song I’ve been obsessed with for a while

Cw: angst, heartbreak, and overall emotional pain.

The sun shines through the open window above their bed- I mean her bed.

Shes no longer welcome, shes no longer the one who shares it with her. The pain hurts her but she powers through it. The last of her bags are packed and all she has to do is leave. Her friend doesn’t know why she’s doing this, she doesn’t know why this is so hard for her. But she’s not gonna say why.

The train ride felt like centuries, her heart pounding in her chest with each second. She wonders if she did the right thing or if she overreacted. But she’s doesn’t know..she doesn’t wish to know.

That place is no longer hers..it’s his now.

As her stop approaches she turns up the music in her headphones. In her head she’s glad they don’t leak sound..that would be majorly embarrassing.

As she stood up and walked out the train car she took a deep breath.

“Day one…without her….it feels like it’s been weeks already. But, I’ve got this! I think…damn I miss her” she thinks to herself.

Tales of Jennifer nuesuem!

[shukio]

First time back after a year and this is what I post- lowkey a hella rad way to come back fr 😭

Lowkey..appreciation post for the fanfics and writers that got me to where I am today

@selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs @juminsmysticmc @sweet-cynical-writer

And a lot of other blogs I CANNOT @ 😭

[shukio]

Lowkey..appreciation post for the fanfics and writers that got me to where I am today

@selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs @juminsmysticmc @sweet-cynical-writer

And a lot of other blogs I CANNOT @ 😭

[shukio]

Boutta get an early head start on a master list rn, also I have a dark mystic messenger headcanon post I wanted to redo (it’s private so don’t even try to figure out what it said unless you were the one who saw it and remember 😭) it’s based of a blog that was called “darkobeyme” if y’all know it y’all know it 😭

[shukio]

Some of y’all need to start sending in asks Fr 😭

A blog full of stuff I’ve never seen writen that I’ve taken the liberty to write myself, you can ask for headcanons and stories too, it’s also a blog with stuff I wanted to make for my Wattpad

TW: these rules will include things that may make you feel uncomfortable

Rules: I’ll only write platonic asks with age gaps, fluff, I’ll do non-con(not anything to heavy, blood,kidnapping, yandere, sometimes I’ll write for abuse but please don’t take it too seriously. and I might not cross some lines so be cautious about what you send in

I absolutely do not write for: any NSFW for minor characters, any kind of bodily fluid kink (except for blood), decapitation.

What I write for: obey me, mystic messenger, and bungou stray dogs.

[shukio]

IM REDOING THIS SO BADLY! (I am black myself yall 😭 I was just getting into writing at the time and didn’t know what the fuck to do-)

Bungou stray dogs reacting to a: African American s/o

Dazai

•dazai wouldn’t really mind he would actually find her really attractive and appealing

•his flirting tactics would change too, but you never know when, one day he could be talking about how pretty your voice is the next he could be talking about your hair

•Even if someone tried to insult you he would most likely threaten them or scare them away

Mori

•This man would never give you a break, he’s always wanna touch your hair even if it is straight

•He always wants you to try on outfits he had made that fit your culture because he thinks there pretty

•He would be all up in your hair if you ever get bored of a style. Always searching for a new hairstyle for you to try

•he’s always trying to find food that suites your taste one time he bought chicken and you just stared at him and said “I wish I could kill that chicken but it’s already dead” note to self he never bought chicken again

Chuuya

•oh this relationship has now become a competition on who’s hair is better and what he will never admit is that yours is better-, like this man may have mumbled it a few times but that’s all you hear

•he’s constantly trying to get to know songs you like, little did he know not all black people like rap-, so when he started to play a Cardi B song you just stared at him.

•Sometimes all he knows is stereotypes and stuff he’s heard from people so when you had to break the news that you don’t like friend chicken to him, he was so confused 😔

[shukio]

Yandere dazai and platonic teen reader (part 5) TW: manipulation, a bit of violence, threats, belittling, and basic mafia stuff.

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It felt like months since you were brought here. Dazai barely let you go outside and when you did he kept you too close for comfort. The sound of raindrops on your window manages to soothe you slightly. Although it could be worse you managed to please him enough so he doesn’t get frustrated with you. Maybe it’s only a matter of time before he finds someone else to like…even he himself said everyone eventually gets bored. Maybe if he does..he’ll let you go.

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The dinner table was quiet, too quiet to even enjoy a meal, the dinner he had prepared was fancy and looked good, but the taste of it was only something someone with certain tastebuds could like. But nonetheless you did what you had to and sucked it up and ate it. During the dinner Osamu kept trying to make conversation with you, you responded in a way you knew would please him.

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As the night arrived dazai went back to your chambers with you and helped you get ready for bed, his eyes analyzing everything you do making sure you’re properly cleaned before giving you your nighttime clothes and sitting you down to brush out your hair. Your hair was always kept clean and neat due to dazai wanting you to be always happy and clean. Whatever style you wanted he would do, even if he had to get someone more experienced to do it he would. One of his hands sat on your shoulder gently as his other brushed through your hair. He hummed something as he did but you couldn’t quite make out what it was. And so you decided to ask.

“Osamu…”

“Yes my dear (name)”

“What is it that you’re humming?”

“Just a song I heard a while back”

“May I ask the name of it?”

“Do you really need to know such trivial things, it doesn’t really matter, I myself have forgotten it if I’m being honest”

“I see…”

“Such things that are easy to forget are not worth your time, isn’t that right?”

“Yes you have a good point…”

“Exactly…”

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Soon it was time for you to try and get some sleep, unluckily dazai always had the time to stay and make sure you fell asleep. Despite this you faced away from him and tried your best to sleep. The weight of your situation felt like it was being lifted a bit, and soon you drifted off.

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The next day dazai decided to take you with him as he worked. You got to see firsthand what he does, and you wish he just left you in your room. The sounds of him not even yelling at anyone was enough to make you tremble yourself. The way he looked so calm as he shot grown men twice his size. The way he would reassuringly smile at you wasn’t helping in anyway. You luckily got pulled away by kōyo who wanted to have some tea with you.

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You should’ve just stayed with dazai kōyo was much worse. Her words cutting you down like razor blades. She criticized the way you say, your posture, the clothes dazai let you wear, the way your hair was styled, and by god did she criticize your lack of skills. She said she wondered how dazai even decided to pick up someone like you…you ask yourself that same question every night.

“Dear child have you ever heard of Henry Davis Thoreau’s quote “it is not what you look at that matters, it is what you see”?”

“No unfortunately I have not”

“I can tell, you can only see what you look at, If I were you I’d look a little closer at dazai, maybe you’d find the reasoning your looking for…”

“…..”

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Later that night as you did your nightly routine with dazai you decided to look a little closer as to why he might be this way. You think…and think…and think. And finally you figure out something.

“Osamu”

“Yes my dear-”

“Do you feel like you belong?”

Dazai lets out a small chuckle, not expecting that question

“My why would you ask that?”

“You seem like you don’t feel like you do, you’re not in this organization because you have to, more like you want to feel a sense of belonging and steadiness, you don’t feel human…”

“…what a very deduction you came up with..”

Dazais smile drops and he stands up and leaves your room. Leaving the brush behind that he usually always takes with him. He’s probably mad, but you feel a sense of satisfaction that you managed to probably crack him open and figure him out.

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You drift off to sleep that night. Without dazai watching you, you feel a sense of peace as well as…caution, there’s no one to keep and eye on you..and if something happens you’re on your own. Dazai really rewired your brain.

“…damnit osamu…”

Hiyaa guys sorry I was gone for long, anyway here’s part 5! Also i need writing moots if anyone wants to be mutuals and write together!

[shukio]

Yandere dazai and platonic teen reader (part 5) TW: manipulation, a bit of violence, threats, belittling, and basic mafia stuff.

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It felt like months since you were brought here. Dazai barely let you go outside and when you did he kept you too close for comfort. The sound of raindrops on your window manages to soothe you slightly. Although it could be worse you managed to please him enough so he doesn’t get frustrated with you. Maybe it’s only a matter of time before he finds someone else to like…even he himself said everyone eventually gets bored. Maybe if he does..he’ll let you go.

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The dinner table was quiet, too quiet to even enjoy a meal, the dinner he had prepared was fancy and looked good, but the taste of it was only something someone with certain tastebuds could like. But nonetheless you did what you had to and sucked it up and ate it. During the dinner Osamu kept trying to make conversation with you, you responded in a way you knew would please him.

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As the night arrived dazai went back to your chambers with you and helped you get ready for bed, his eyes analyzing everything you do making sure you’re properly cleaned before giving you your nighttime clothes and sitting you down to brush out your hair. Your hair was always kept clean and neat due to dazai wanting you to be always happy and clean. Whatever style you wanted he would do, even if he had to get someone more experienced to do it he would. One of his hands sat on your shoulder gently as his other brushed through your hair. He hummed something as he did but you couldn’t quite make out what it was. And so you decided to ask.

“Osamu…”

“Yes my dear (name)”

“What is it that you’re humming?”

“Just a song I heard a while back”

“May I ask the name of it?”

“Do you really need to know such trivial things, it doesn’t really matter, I myself have forgotten it if I’m being honest”

“I see…”

“Such things that are easy to forget are not worth your time, isn’t that right?”

“Yes you have a good point…”

“Exactly…”

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Soon it was time for you to try and get some sleep, unluckily dazai always had the time to stay and make sure you fell asleep. Despite this you faced away from him and tried your best to sleep. The weight of your situation felt like it was being lifted a bit, and soon you drifted off.

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The next day dazai decided to take you with him as he worked. You got to see firsthand what he does, and you wish he just left you in your room. The sounds of him not even yelling at anyone was enough to make you tremble yourself. The way he looked so calm as he shot grown men twice his size. The way he would reassuringly smile at you wasn’t helping in anyway. You luckily got pulled away by kōyo who wanted to have some tea with you.

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You should’ve just stayed with dazai kōyo was much worse. Her words cutting you down like razor blades. She criticized the way you say, your posture, the clothes dazai let you wear, the way your hair was styled, and by god did she criticize your lack of skills. She said she wondered how dazai even decided to pick up someone like you…you ask yourself that same question every night.

“Dear child have you ever heard of Henry Davis Thoreau’s quote “it is not what you look at that matters, it is what you see”?”

“No unfortunately I have not”

“I can tell, you can only see what you look at, If I were you I’d look a little closer at dazai, maybe you’d find the reasoning your looking for…”

“…..”

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Later that night as you did your nightly routine with dazai you decided to look a little closer as to why he might be this way. You think…and think…and think. And finally you figure out something.

“Osamu”

“Yes my dear-”

“Do you feel like you belong?”

Dazai lets out a small chuckle, not expecting that question

“My why would you ask that?”

“You seem like you don’t feel like you do, you’re not in this organization because you have to, more like you want to feel a sense of belonging and steadiness, you don’t feel human…”

“…what a very deduction you came up with..”

Dazais smile drops and he stands up and leaves your room. Leaving the brush behind that he usually always takes with him. He’s probably mad, but you feel a sense of satisfaction that you managed to probably crack him open and figure him out.

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You drift off to sleep that night. Without dazai watching you, you feel a sense of peace as well as…caution, there’s no one to keep and eye on you..and if something happens you’re on your own. Dazai really rewired your brain.

“…damnit osamu…”

Hiyaa guys sorry I was gone for long, anyway here’s part 5! Also i need writing moots if anyone wants to be mutuals and write together!

[shukio]

A short post about dazai before I work on anything else

CW: kind of angst/fluff

The young lady walked around the room, her eyes scanning every part of the room as she felt on edge. Her small heels bounce off of the floor as she walks. She holds her hands together as she continues to look over the room.

Before she knows it she accidentally bumps into a tall man, "ah, my apologies sir" the man chuckles "it's alright Ms" the man was tall and his hair was a bit messy but he pulled it off, he wore a blue button up shirt with a striped vest over it. He smiles at the woman and holds his hand out "may I take a dance" before the woman can protest the man grabs her hand gently and puts his other hand on her waist and begins to waltz with her around the other people. The woman feels content and even happy. Soon they finish dancing and the man begins to walk away. The woman walks after him but loses him in the crowd of people. She finally finds him again walking out of. Door and so she follows, as soon as she steps foot out of the door a white light hits her. She blinks for a few seconds and then finds herself in her bedroom again.

It was a dream....

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I made me and dazai! (Since he’s one of the only characters I’ve written with so far 😭)

you guys.... i found the cutest picrew and made me and naoya :3c linky link if anyone wants to play >u<

no pressure tagging @nanamimizz @m-ikage @itoshi-s @tinie @cherrykamado cause i think u guys might like it :>

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Yandere dazai x platonic teen reader TW: yandere themes, a little bit of praising of the reader, kidnapping, psychological manipulation, a bit of physical abuse if you count dragging someone.

I couldn’t help but stroke their hair and admire them. They’re so pretty, the grey silk sheets and silver chain complimented their features well. I quickly stood up before I lost myself in my thoughts, as I walked to the door I looked back at them and admired them for a few more seconds.

Why..why does my head hurt, where am I? I tried to sit up but I was too weak to my body collapsed under my weight as I gave up on trying. I looked around the room trying to make anything out all I saw was a wall with a small widow on it. I started thinking of possible ways to make use of it if opening the door wouldn’t work. I laid they for a good few minutes before gathering enough strength to get to the door. I grab the knob of the door a sense of dread rushes over me but I try to turn the knob, it’s locked of course it is. I mutter curses under my breath as I sat back down and calmed myself down. My legs are able to move a bit more than before so I make my way over to the window, I see that it’s locked so I grab onto the lock. “I don’t think it’s nice to leave before saying goodbye” my heart started racing as I turned around to see him he looked at me with a weird grin on his face, I couldn’t even tell what he was thinking. “And I don’t think it’s nice to lock people up” I snapped back at him with a tremor in my voice but managing to say so. “You say that but you could barley manage yourself on a measly walk to school, but you’re better off here anyway” I just stare at him “where is ‘here’ at anyway” He looks at me and just chuckles.

“here is home”

[shukio]

TW: mentions of yanderes and some other toxic traits

Ok basically I’ve almost ran out of ideas for the yandere (platonic)Dazai story not really but I do wanna know what the next part should have in it, if anyone has any suggestions I’d love to hear them. In the mean time I’ll write a short story for a different bsd character since I haven’t wrote anything else lately

[shukio]

Yandere dazai and platonic teen reader (part 3)

TW: kidnapping, torture, dark themes, yandere behavior

I picked up my bag almost falling over from the weight of it “I thought it would be less heavy since I cleaned it out yesterday” I sighed and walked outside and headed to school. Looking around at the trees I spotted a white rose, in my family there known to be good luck. I checked the time, I had enough to spare to take a closer look. Bending down I examine the rose, it was so pretty it felt like I was looking at sunset, feeling relaxed and calm. “That’s enough of that I need to get going before I’m actually late” I sighed not being able to look longer and continued my journey. Although after leaving that flower I felt anxious like something bad was going to happen. Just as I reached for my phone to call my parent I felt a hand grab me. “Stop! Help anybody-” I was shoved into the back of a van two men looked at me like they were pissed at me. That’s when one of them scooted over to me and held a gun at me. “Say a word and I won’t hesitate to put you down right here”. Tears formed in my eyes as my heart starting racing and I silently whimpered.

We arrived at a building that looked like nobody had been there in years. A man tied me to a chair and grabbed a photo. He held it up to me and asked me if I knew the man in it, and..I knew who it was. It was the man I saw at the bridge. “N-no I don’t know who that i-” he hit me and blood ran down my now broken nose. “Lies, we’ve seen you with him many times, now tell us, where is he now”. I held back the tears forming in my eyes. “I don’t know”. Next thing I knew I was hit again, I felt dizzy and sick. I started praying that someone, anyone would save me “p-please, help me..”

And then a gunshot was heard.

“Let them go” a familiar voice to the kids ears spoke

His silhouette beamed with loathing for the men “we could do this the easy way…or the hard way, wait who am I kidding, it’s always the hard way” a sinister smile formed on his face. They squeezed their eyes shut not wanting to see the sight in front of them, the smell of blood was almost too hard to handle. Then a hand grabbed their face, “how could I let this happen I must take..drastic measures to make sure this never happens again” then it all went black again…

[shukio]

Yandere dazai and platonic teen reader (part 2)

TW: yandere themes, stalking, platonic relationship

(This first part will be from dazais view and the second from the reader)

While scrummaging through some papers I finally found there’s “finally I’m able to see them again..”. I packed quickly so I could get there early enough and headed to leave when chuuya stopped me “where are you going in such a hurry?” I ignored him and walked past going faster, but as I suspected he followed behind me. “Will you please stop following me? You’re like a annoying dog” I could see the anger in his eyes as he scoffed and walked away all angry like he hasn’t heard me say this before.

I finally arrived at there house I walked up to the door but I paused and started thinking if I should just take it slower or just go for it. Then the door opened…

(The readers pov) I opened the door to see the man from the other day standing there, it was weird how he just showed up to my house and he was just standing there. He was kind of fidgety like he was nervous. “Can I help you?” I quick to break the silence before it got too much. “I-uh..I was coming here to s-say thank you” I looked at him with a distant look. “Ok? Now can you please leave my parents are gonna be home soon” he stumbled back almost tripping over himself “r-right I’ll be going now thank you for your time” he quickly walked away and down the street, I made sure he was gone before going back inside. “What the hell did he mean when he said right?” I shook it off but still kept a cautious feeling whenever I was out or alone and that’s when it happened.

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Yandere dazai and platonic teen reader (part 1)

TW: yandere themes, suicidal thoughts, mafia dazai (in some parts) death of parents, and violence in some parts, hints of worshiping of reader, this story will contain a teen reader in some parts

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You know that feeling you get when you know something bad is gonna happen...next time I’ll listen to it or not maybe this isn’t so bad..but..I don’t like it either

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As they walked home from school y/n l/n looked over at the sunset. They where exhausted from detention and just hoping to go home soon, that dream would soon come to be a pleading cry.

As they walked over the bridge they saw a tall brunette man standing on the railing smiling as they walked closer he turned his head to them. “Hey kid..shouldn’t you be at home? It’s dangerous for kids your age to be around at this hour?”. “I should say the same for you, your practically getting ready to kill yourself, may I ask...” He looked at the teen “why is it you want to die? Are you going through abuse? No, do you not have any loving friends? No, or is it cause you don’t think you have a purpose in this world”. His eyes widened wondering how a kid this age could know so much. They then put there hand out for his “at least do it in private” he grabbed their hand and got down, they walked away hastily wanting to get home. “Hey!” Their bead turned to the man again “may I ask..what is your name?” They stared at him “ y/n l/n” as they then started to run while night started to fall. “Y/n...l/n...what a pretty name”. He turned and started to walk home not getting the teens look on their face out of his head, it was like they were stupor but cared at the same time.

He got home and flopped onto his bed “y/n..”he started to chuckled “what are you doing to me..and why is it you..you of all people make me feel something, I wonder when’s your birthday, who are your parents, are they good enough for you, do they make you feel safe, do you have comfortable clothes, is your room spacey enough. “What if they’re hurting them…” it looks like he’s going to find out real soon.

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I need ideas, please ask me to write stuff-

Read the rules first tho https://shukio.tumblr.com/post/643424102359662592/a-blog-full-of-stuff-ive-never-seen-writen-that