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pixyys · 2 years ago

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thou shalt not be sad!

making corny jokes and pick up lines for them

ft. the flags + chuuya + verlaine + adam

warnings. possible storm bringer spoilers; fluff/humor + hurt/comfort

notes. romantic/ platonic; huuuuge thank you to @silverbladexyz for these wonderful pick up lines ♡; reposting bc oh god, tumblr was in a silly mood

art by @/shan_zeze (twt)

❝you have a little bit of some loose screws in your head. everyone knows this well enough. but seriously, every person in your vicinity are just so depressed and gloomy! surely, that's nothing some some good ol' one liners can't solve. ❞

LIPPMANN

Our little story starts during a time when The Flags have the pleasure of gathering together. Everyone has been busy with their businesses for quite a while. But they finally get the time to relax and act like normal young men without the burdens and horrors of their line of work.

Of course, you are there too! For.. whatever reason you have. No one minds nor questions your presence, so you sit there, simply observing; grinning with a dumbstruck smile at how everyone is happy and enjoying their time.

Especially lippmann. You saw his recent movie, the one that blew up on the internet, yeah. He's been flying all over the world for premiers and promotions. Even now, he just got back from one of his world tours.

"Lippmann," you make your way towards the end of the billiard table. "How was Europe?"

"Europe?" he recovers from his hunched position, the billiard cue still in his hand. "It was quite nice. Do you want me to take you when I go on another tour in the future?"

Whoa. Traveling Europe with 'the' Lippmann?

"Yes please," the response comes a bit too eager than you intended. "But won't it be a hassle? Was there any quarantine during your latest travel?"

"Well, for safety measures-"

"-Because you can't spell quarantine without U R A Q T."

The room falls silent as those words leave your mouth, save for the ticking of the clock and someone's pool ball falling on the floor.

"Ah.. well," Lippmann laughs nervously. For a flit moment, burying yourself six feet under sounds like a very tempting escape. But the thought dissipates as the charming actor chuckles, with a very lilting voice and a cute-looking smile that could've made you keel over right there and then.

"I suppose there will still be momentary quarantines since the virus is still around," he continues. "After all, you can't spell virus without U and I."

Well.

"Oh hell no! Not this again!"

Something cracks with a horrible crunch, probably Chuuya breaking his billiard cue. Not sure didn't care. You're too busy gaping at the actor slash mafioso like some dying fish. Either way, this dying fish got that world tour free pass! yeah!

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PIANO MAN

Looking back, you have no idea how you managed to crawl out from that pit of embarrassment and continue life as usual. Maybe your sense of dignity just dried out. Maybe you're the kind of person who just rolls with everything. You pulled through, either way.

As it goes, your existence and role in The Flags is a peculiar one, as peculiar as your personality. A wildcard, if you will. Again, maybe that's why you find yourself helping Piano Man with those 'supernotes' of his.

"Say, Piano Man, do you play the piano?" you ask, mind drifting wistfully as you watch him send away some of his underlings. Some others are still waiting for their next order, standing by within the vicinity—you included.

"I don't," he regards your curious question.

"I think you'll be a great pianist."

Piano Man offers a raise on his brow, "On what ground?" he said.

"I mean, better yet, you can be Bae-thoven."

To put it in the most less-heartbreaking sense, his response is both something you definitely expected but nevertheless didn't prepare for. The silence that follows is reminiscent of that time you landed a free Europe tour pass with Lippmann, so is the forced laugh that grows from Piano Man's mouth.

Another, painfully awkward silence that comes after it, however; you can't help but reel from it.

"Piano Man, please. That's the worst possible response," you half-whispered.

"Ah, apologies. I suppose.. thank you?"

THAT IS THE WORST POSSIBLE RESPONSE.

The room is dead silent, and it doesn't look like it's because Piano Man's underlings are too afraid to laugh in his presence. No, at this rate, your sense of dignity will really dry out, dissipating out of existence. That is until you saw a glimpse of Piano Man's subtle smug face.

Ah, right. It is Piano Man you're up against.

[name]: i showed you my best pickup line pls respond

piano man: no <3

In bitter shame of such pitiful defeat, you toned down your puns ever since. But one time, when you cross paths with your arch nemesis once again, Piano Man strikes up a conversation.

"About that thing about not being able to play the piano, [Name]. I think I'll start learning it."

"Really?" you turn to him.

But what did he do? he, in turn, closes the distance, leaning his face to your ears, "How about you give me some piano lessons?" he whispers, and you can almost, almost feel his breath lingering on your earlobe.

"We can play all night and make sweet music." you can feel his smile.

You ascended; jaws dropped, eyes popped out, cheeks hot. You didn't remember if you passed out or dropped dead.

Really, it's best to only pick battles you can win.

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ICEMAN

"Iceman is it? You seem like a cool guy. I hope we can get along."

Iceman knew you're a walking embodiment of a headache the moment you exchange names and shake each other's hands.

He still wonders why he still puts up with your shenanigans. Or why he still agreed on helping you do combat practice and friendly spars. All the while trying to not accidentally stab or decapitate you, probably.

He watches you pat down your light bruises, making use of the momentary rest. Objectively speaking, you are no weak opponent. Sure, he can likely kill you in your sleep. But at least not without some struggle in your part.

"This place is pretty neat for sparring, like a very comfy practice room," you comment, still holding the shoulder that might have a nasty bruise- or a sprain? He hopes not. Iceman wonders if he threw you too hard just now.

"Oh! Speaking of," you suddenly turn to him, "Are you a practice room? Because I want you and I hope you're not taken."

Yeah, No. he really should've thrown you harder.

Iceman, once again, questions why he puts up with you. You both are not even musicians and you manage to force that line into this context, and for what?

"..Iceman?"

He remains passive.

"Uh, please laugh?..At least?"

You made it a mental note to not mess with Iceman again. Poor guy. He still helps you patch up those sparing bruises though, so you should be good👍

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DOC

"Sorry, can you help me? I think something's wrong with my eyes."

Being sent to the battlefront is tough. Guns and fists and knives don't exactly line up with an unscathed body. But you're tougher! And you have your reliable good friend, Doc. Iceman's training retinue polished you like a coarse diamond grinder, so Doc didn't have to do much than patch up minor cuts and scratches.

Doc decides to hold back further questions at your remark. Instead, choosing to appraise your face- the eye you claim to be 'wrong'. There's a subtle crease on his brow as his hands frame your cheek, trying to observe visible damage on your eye.

Of course. Even the most skilled doctor won't find anything. your eyes are fine.

"I think I just can't take them off you." you wink.

Doc tilts his head, then blinks.

Cute! Yet, the silence is starting to trigger the PTSD you got from Piano Man and Iceman. You hope it won't be the same case for this 'Doctor-Man.'

He finally nods, as if making up a decision. "Does it feel numb? Or painful?"

"No, I mean-"

"Maybe something is wrong with your extraocular muscles. I can open them up and-"

"You know what? Don't worry about it," you cut him off, rushing to swat away the current topic. "I think it just healed! That's amazing! I knew you're the best doctor one could ever ask for!"

Yeah.. better be careful next time. Getting your eyes dissected and cut open must not be fun.

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ALBATROSS

You're not saying you have a favorite in The Flags, but you're saying you have a favorite in The Flags, and that might or might not be Albatross. (It's definitely Albatross).

He is your true partner in crime, aiding you in your eternal quest to annoy every single living existence (especially Chuuya, but don't tell him that). Albatross isn't very keen on puns or pickup lines, but he picks up the habit as soon as you start greeting him with those daily doses of corniness.

"Morning!" you send the energetic wheelman a lighthearted smile, waving as you pass by the hallways of the headquarters.

"Oh, mornin' [Name]-"

"-Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?"

By normal standards, a perfectly normal person normally does not start their morning with a badly-placed and badly-formed, relatively corny pickup line. But abiding by the normal standards isn't exactly how you roll, and neither does Albatross. That moment marked the day The Flags must put up with a brand new headache.

"I'm confused… I thought happiness started with an H, but mine seems to start with U."

"Life without you is like a broken pencil... totally pointless."

"Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile."

"Are you a loan? 'Cause you've got my interest-"

"Alright. i believe that's enough, you two."

It takes Piano Man a lot to get him to lose his patience, and apparently, you've done abundant. Don't worry about Chuuya, the little precious bundle of rage is long gone. He knows better than to risk exhausting his voice or accidentally ransacking the whole hideout (lmao).

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ADAM FRANKENSTEIN

You are suffering from success. Or winning from failure? These jokes and pickup lines became something of a second nature to your tongue. You can't even remember what you said to this robot- er, supercomputer agent Adam Frankenstein.

"Oh. This is what humans call as puns, also known as paronomasia, a form of wordplay that exploits multiple meanings of a term, or of similar-sounding words, for an intended humorous effect."

"Yeah-"

"But yours wasn't funny."

>:0

"W-well," you cough, recovering yourself. "Funny isn't the only intended effect. It was a punny pick-up line."

Adam nods.

"A pick-up line or chat-up line is a conversation opener with the intent of engaging a person for romance or dating. Are you trying to woo me?"

"W-wwwhat?"

So, a literal robot just pulled an uno reverse card on you. Yet still, that's a good question. Are you really trying to woo him?

"I- I thought you'll start making one of those android jokes." you make an unsteady smile.

"My android jokes? Of course. They are not made with the intention of expressing romantic expression, so I can make one for you if you wish so."

Well. This tin man just indirectly reject your yet-to-exist confession.

"Either way, I am flattered by your attempts. However, I'm afraid that it will be impossible. You are a human and I am an autonomous humanoid supercomputer, the first to be used for law enforcement use-"

Yep. the tin man just directly rejected your yet-to-exist confession. Adam woke up and chose violence. At this point, you're better off going home and curling up in your blanket with some sad love song playlist. You think Chuuya winced and made a very pitiful expression for you. But you choose to mark that off as your imagination.

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PAUL VERLAINE

For a reason you can't fathom, you somehow end up in Verlaine's, Chuuya's, and Adam's theater of bloodshed.

Right here, right now, you're a vanguard of the battlefront. You shouldn't be thinking 'this'. Your chest hurts so bad from dodging Verlaine's attacks, your limbs are aching from bruises and cuts, your head is spinning with adrenaline, and this French man is trying to kill you and kidnap your ginger friend.

But darn, he's fine- You slap yourself.

"You good?" Chuuya rasps, struggling to make his step as he flanks your side.

"No, but-" another flying car flings towards your direction, and muscle memory forces you both to flee from your position, escaping death by a grasp.

Well.

This man is merciless, and *cough* attractive. Had he not currently trying to throw cars at you, you'd take him to some nice cafe and start serenading him with, uh, 'sweet' words.

Might as well.

"Whoa sir, you have some killer moves!" you roar heartily, uncaring by the way chuuya is eyeing you like an incredulous mother daring her child to do something stupid. "I'd simply die to have you." you wink.

"[NAME], WHAT THE HELL?!"

In that split second, your words seem to catch Verlaine in a trance. Adam's fancy iron man laser beam almost grazes the French man's shoulder..somehow.

Hey, that worked! :D

[name] : chuuya, i think he's french.

chuuya : no shi-

[name] : i think eiffel for him.

chuuya:

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NAKAHARA CHUUYA

This is it. The curtain calls, and it's time to face the final boss; it's time to unleash the ultimate torment to this poor boy.

"Ooh! Don't you look dapper? I always liked your fashion sense. You look good in that suit."

Chuuya doesn't immediately answer, opting to silently trace the paved sidewalk you both are treading on. By all means, both of you have no trouble with resources that a personal car, or even a whole limousine won't be impossible. It's just that the moon shines beautifully that night, so you drag your grumpy friend for a breath of fresh air.

"But you know what you'll look better in?" you chuckle, following his steps. "My arms."

Nothing. Mo reaction. No swatting your finger guns, no annoyed and incessant curses. Chuuya treats you like a nonexistent ghost, until he halts and simply stares at you with an inexplicable expression.

"Chuuya?" you falter, "Did- I go too far? Or did it finally get you? my jokes..?"

Oh, it did get him. No, you got him.

He shifts closer to you, like he finally loses it and is about to choke you to death. But this feels different. There is no malice or raw anger in his movements. They feel.. heavy, tired. Wordlessly, he leans his weight on your body, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

His breath is warm against your collarbone; the slight shudder from his long exhale stripped the corny jokes off your tongue.

"Oh, Chuuya.." you mirror him, putting your arms around him in a reassuring embrace. He is now here, in where you both want him to be: Your arms.

Some things come, and some things simply go. But some other things just don't change. Chuuya is grateful he can still hear your annoying jokes and lines, and that you are still by his side.

#[bungou stray dogs]#bsd x reader #bsd flags x reader #nakahara chuuya x reader #bsd adam x reader

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 1 year ago

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Anime Convention (feat. someone real). Part I

Self-Aware! Flags x GN! Reader

Description: In small towns rumours spread like a wildlife. Especially in an age of Internet .

BSD Cast's presence in your life changed, how other people saw you. Not for the best.

Fears and anxiety eats you up. You are terrified of loosing your new friends, but also feel, that one day, you will be alone again.

After you loose your job, in combine attempt of cheering you up, learning more about real world and came in terms with having fans, Fitzgerald bought all of you a tickets to Anime Expo.

BSD Cast are existed and confused. They want to know, what are you afraid of.

You're nervous and excited. You afraid, that any moment you will make a fool of yourself and they will leave.

You simply hope, that everything will be fine.

Part I Description:

You are trying to get through work day, ignoring rude comments, coming from your co-workers.

Flags don't understand, what is happening to you, and why you allow others to harass you. Either way, they won't allow anyone to upset you.

Warnings: OOC. English is my second language. Forced loneliness in a crowd. (Reader want to have friends, but have troubles with making them). Insecurities (Reader are afraid of being laughed at). Low self-esteem (Reader are sure, that people will think, that they are boring and stupid).

Warnings for Part I: Harassment on a workplace. Fights. Being fired from job. Everyone think, that Reader pay BSD Cast for their help with their body.

| Interlude I| >

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Albatross's motorcycle dissapeared around the corner when you opened a café's door.

A familiar jingle of the bells greeted you, when you opened the Sunset Café's door.

Time for work.

You greeted your co-workers. As usual, they have ignored you. And send nasty and disgusted glares towards you, when you passed them.

You went straight to "Employee Only" room. As usual, you had to threw away nasty notes your co-workers put in your locker.

You, now in your uniform, stand behind the counter. As usual, you ignored the whispering, that was coming from your co-workers.

Job sweet job...

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You knew, that your new roommates would turn, how people saw you.

You always were a quiet student and co-worker.

Like many other students, you were renting a small apartment, were going to the university and had a part-time job. As many other students, you were quiet one. You study and do your job, and spent your free time in your apartment, enjoying your hobbies.

Your parents always told you, how fun university life was for them. About parties, bar hopping and many other social gatherings.

You tried to attend few parties. You did not like them. They were loud, and, after few drinks, people became too against personal space. You did not have any fun. So, not to torture yourself and not to sour the mood, you stopped attending parties.

You still wanted to make friends. You are not social butterfly, but you are not are dead set on being a loner.

You tried to make friends with other students. At first, it worked. You discussed latest news and everyday problems. You dive in your friends’ hobbies, so you can discuss them. However, with time, you have noticed, that they did not try to know you a little more. Each time you wanted to say even a word about last movie you watched or a book your read, you were being shut down, and “friends” already started a new discussion. And, when you tried to say your opinion on something they were discussing, they ignored you.

They did not noticed, that you stopped hanging out with them.

You tried again.

They were better. They didn't ignore you. They let you talk about your hobbies and listen to your opinion.

And then you learned, that they were laughing at you behind your back.

You stopped trying. You didn't want to be ignored again. You didn't want to be laughed at.

Still, you didn't want to be alone...

But, what next group will laugh at you again?

You choose to listen to your anxiety.

And, once again, as back at school, you became

IGNORED

“Quiet-Nerd-What–was-their-name?”

No one expected you to do anything drastic.

Until, one day, BSD Cast appeared in your living room.

And people remembered, that you existed.

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It first, it wasn't too bad.

After Albatross got all documents he needs and finally bought a new motorcycle, he volunteered to constantly give you a ride to the university. It takes you time, before you agreed to his proposal. You were fine going by feet, or taking a bus. But, the new house was further from the university, than your previous apartment, so, to safe time, you agreed to Albatross's proposal.

Now you have more time to sleep and still can get to the university earlier, to prepare for lectures.

You weren't worried about questions, that fellow students would ask. For them, you were practically invisible. They won't pay attention to you, right?

Perhaps, it would be the case. But, you failed to get one thing in consideration.

Sunset Café

Relatively popular place among students. Not only because of delicious pastries, hot beverages and low prices. Mostly, because of owners' willingness to employ students and giving them a normal paycheck. Not enough to buy everything you need, but enough to pay rent and buy a present for yourself twice a year. Besides, employees were allowed to drink beverages and take few pastries. So, free dinner/lunch. Saved money!

So, of course, you were one of the many employees in Sunset Café. And, sometimes, you shared shift with your "classmates". If you were lucky, you could even say a few words to them, and they would react to them.

You didn't quit your job after BSD Cast appeared in your life. Mori, Fitzgerald, Poe and even Mitchell with Steinbeck tried to convince you to quit it. They assured you, that you don't need this job anymore. They have more than enough money to pay for everything you need or want. Everyone told you, that they won't hold it against you, if you quit your job and focus on your studies.

Your decision didn't change. You will work. Not only because you will feel bad for not contributing.

Because you need money for that... And you will feel terrible, taking money from BSD Cast to do it...

BSD Cast accepted it. They only asked you to tell them when your shifts are and text, when you will go home.

You were fine with sharing this with them.

A week passed. Albatross gave you a ride to university. Then, after lessons were over, you will go by foot to Sunset Café and after work take a bus to get home. Everything was fine. Even if other students noticed your "driver", they didn't ask questions. They get used to ignoring you.

And then, one day, after university, you saw Albatross on the parking lot.

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"Hey, [Y/N]! How university was, Racing Star?" Albatross waved his hand, smiling brightly. You tilted your head and quickly approach him.

you felt other students gazes on you... since when someone, except professors, knew your name? and since when, you have a person, who will have a nickname for you?

You lean towards him, whispering.

"Albatross? What are you doing here?" You quickly released, that you were rude. "I mean, hello. University was good."

stupid stupid he will think that you are a rude idiot

Albatross smiles at you warmly and took (yours) helmet from his motorcycle.

"Great! I am here to pick you up. Since today, I will also give you a ride to your workplace! And from workplace to home!" He held the helmet towards you.

You took it and put it on.

Albatross mirrored your actions and get on motorcycle.

"Hop on, Raising Star!"

You sat behind him, on your own proper seat, with your feet on your own foot pegs.

You put your arms around Albatross torso.

The motorcycle moved.

many people looked after you two. in a few hours all your co-workers knew about Albatross and you

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Questions came.

"Who is this handsome man?"

"Is he single?"

"You get a boyfriend?! You?!"

"Why he is giving you a ride?!"

You shrugged their questions of.

"Just a new roommate. We met online, talked about some anime and manga for a bit (rolled eyes and whispers of 'useless nerd'). And about few other things. He wanted to move over from his city to this town and wanted us to be roommates. He volunteered to gave me rides."

(whispers of 'And how you are paying for the rides?' you ignored them)

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A shove in the side interrupted your thought chain.

"Wake up, cheap strumpet! Or are you thinking about all this 'rides' the blonde one gave you? The one in sunglasses." John's gaze was full of disgust. It was clearly visible, that your co-worker, and student from your class, want to spit in your face really badly. Thankfully, he decided against it.

"We will have clients soon. Reminder, not clients, that you are used to. So get back to normal, respected work."

He growled and left to the kitchen.

You wanted to protest, that it was summer. University was over. Most students left, and the Café wasn't that popular among other town's residents.

no clients means more trouble for you

But you stay silent.

You didn't want to lose your job. You need it.

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Albatross parked his motorcycle not far from Sunset Café. He returned to the Café on his own foot. There was a restaurant on the opposite side of the street. And, because they didn't serve any deserts and only could offer Earl Grey and espresso, it wasn't a competitor with Sunset Café.

From said restaurant you can clearly view Sunset Café, and see, what was happened inside.

Albatross choose the closest table to the window. He sat down, ordered a sandwich and start observing. His friends will join him soon. For now, he must look after you.

He clenched his teeth, when he saw, how that man shoved you. Albatross gad no idea, what he was telling you, but you looked uncomfortable. And silent. You didn't try to protect yourself.

Albatross doesn't understand. Why you were so silent and don't protect yourself? Why you don't ask them for help?

Albatross doesn't have answers yet. But, he promised, that today he will protect you.

And other Flags will help him.

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The interest in you and Albatross quickly died. Well, in you the interest died. Albatross still was discussed. Handsome man, dressed in leather jacket and rugged pants, who can ride a motorcycle, tend to get people's attention.

Life became normal again, aside from people, who would beg you to give them Albatross's number.

But then, another "new" appeared in your life.

Homemade meals.

"I knew, that you can have cake with coffee, but it is not a meal, [Y/N]. It is a snack or a treat. So, hush, and take your bento." Yosano wasn't listening to your protest, putting a lunch container into your bag.

Lunches became a norm for you.

If people saw you eating your own food, they didn't question it. Perhaps, they assumed, that after getting a roommate, you start having more money, enough for not to worry about constant saving and searching for low prices. Or, maybe, some people thought, that Albatross was also cooking for you.

But one day, you forgot your lunch at home.

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You were working on filling coffee machine, when John called for you.

"Um... Person, who are filling coffee machine... [Y/N], right?"

You nodded.

you were used for people forgetting your name

"[Y/N]... there is some kind of freak with IV looking for you!" John sounded confused.

IV? Doc?

You walked past confused John. He still looked confused. You could bet, that it was equally, because of Doc's appearance and, because there was another non-professor, who knew your name.

he and other of your co-workers were listening on yours and Doc's meeting

Doc does look interesting. Mostly because of IV and jagged teeth. But, you can quickly get used to said looks.

Doc flashed a toothy grin at you.

it made your co-workers took a step back

Doc raised a hand, and you saw, that he was holding a wrapped up bento.

Your lunch, that you forgot.

"[Y/N], silly little Kindly Care, you forgot your lunch."

You nodded, taking it from him.

"Hello, Doc. Thank you..."

idiot. your stupidity made him walk all the way here to give you food. apologize. Maybe, he won't hate you and would simply despise

"I am so sorry for all troubles I..." You didn't get to finish. Doc chuckled and pet your shoulder. His gaze was warm. He didn't look angry. Only happy.

"Don't worry this pretty little head of yours. It wasn't trouble at all. Hey, how soon your shift will end? Maybe, I can wait for you, and then Albatross, you and I can hang out?"

you can felt burning gazes of your co-workers on your back

You wanted to say 'yes, let's hang out'. But, your shift was far from over. He could probably go home. He will go home.

you aren't worse waiting for...

"I will be free in three hours, Doc... Maybe, you should..." Doc's grin became even bigger.

"Neat. I will wait for you."

Doc sat on the table in far away corner.

And you go back to your co-workers.

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They literally pressed you against the wall, trying to get answers.

"Who is this creep?"

"You have another friend?"

"Another roommate?"

"How big the flat is?"

"Is he the one, who is cooking you food?"

"Are you three dating?"

It was difficult, but you escaped from the encirclement. You ignored half of the questions.

"Yes, another roommate. No, we aren't dating. I won't answer any more questions. My personal life is none of your concern."

maybe, if you say something else... this situation would be solved...

(Kasey, another co-worker, whispered 'what they saw in you? What you give them in return for their help?' you ignored her)

Albatross, Doc and you got ice cream after your shift was done.

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You were re-filling coffee machine, when you heard steps coming from behind.

Only your reflexes saved you from having coffee spilled all over you. Kasey's voice was dripping with venom.

"What the matter? Aren't you already dirty?"

She left, stepping on your foot in a process.

You bit your tongue.

Just keep it cool. You need this job.

You need your own money.

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Doc, this time, without his IV, stepped into the restaurant. Albatross waved his hand, without looking away from the Café. Doc sat near his friend.

"Did something bad happened?" asked Doc. Albatross huffed.

"Some guy... John, I think, shoved them. And, yell at them, I guess. [Y/N] looked scared and nervous."

Doc rubbed his temples. He hated all this people, who hurt you.

He saw it. Bruises on your arms.

You assured him, that you were clumsy.

But, doctor and mafioso (especially doctor-mafioso) can see, what bruises came from being clumsy and what was left from being hit.

He didn't blame you for being quiet. In no way it is your fault. But, it was his and others responsibility to protect you.

Because, you are their dear friend.

But, for an hour or two, he still had to wait. He and Albatross need more people to help them.

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People started whispering.

About you, Albatross and Doc.

Some rumors were tossed around.

Still, it wasn't too bad. Albatross, Doc and almost everyone from BSD Cast wasn't too sociable, for now. So, your co-workers and other students can't get more information from them, and you simply refused to talk.

you are too grumpy... you will never have friends... you will always be alone...

But, loneliness can't last forever.

if you are not talking about yourself, of course

BSD Cast wanted to have jobs.

Lippmann was one of the first, who got it.

New actor in a local theater. A new start. New celebrity. Videos with him became viral.

And said start preferred to spend time with a shy, timid student, worker of Sunset Café.

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Kasey squeaked, when Lippmann, a new celebrity, walked into the Café.

"Y-you..." she looked at him in adoration. Lippmann sent a smile in her direction.

Simple, polite smile.

He read her badge.

"Yes, me. Miss Kasey, can you, please, tell me, where... [Y/N]!" He noticed you, walking with a tray, full of dirty dishes.

Lippmann smiles at you.

Genuine, warm smile. Smile, that was reserved strictly for you.

You tried your best to stay polite and not to lose balance.

"Hello, Lippmann. Good to see you..."

Lippmann immediately was near you, taking away the tray. You didn't even make a sound, when he brought the tray to the kitchen. He returned to you, smiling.

"Well, Star Performer, ready to have lunch together?"

You mentally scolded yourself. Today you had a short day, and would leave the job earlier, than usual. This morning, Lippmann suggested eating lunch together. You were sure, that he was playing a prank on you. But it would be rude to say no. You agreed.

you hopped, that he will show up

you don't deserve them. someone as bad as you should stay from normal people

You nodded. Lippmann grinned.

"Good. I will wait for you to get ready."

"Thanks. I will be ready in a minute." you went to "Employee Only" room to get your bag and change.

_______

Co-workers gathered their courage to talk to Lippmann.

"Do you know them?"

"Do you know two others, that hang out with them?"

"What are they to you?"

Lippmann's answers were empty.

"[Y/N], few other people and I are roommates. I also see [Y/N] as someone close. Please, stop bothering me. I want to pick up my friend and spend the rest of the day with them."

When you returned, Lippmann took your hand and lead you towards the exit, ignoring your co-workers.

They glared at door, that closed behind you two.

If people could do physical damage with their gazes, you would be stabbed multiple times by their gazes.

(Today, all of them took a dive on social media. Trying to find more people, who knew you. They started with Lippmann socials.)

It was the point of no return

__________

You only wanted to have lunch.

You choose an empty table and was ready to dig in into red bean chazuke (thank you, Mori), when someone slammed a hand on the table before you.

Max, baker, were glaring at you. They were older than you, and not a student anymore. But, they were a star student, back there, and still honored the university traditions.

And they were furious at you.

Because of what people thought you were doing.

"You have no idea, how you disgust me. You are a disgrace to the university." they spit. They grabbed your lunch box and threw it down. Food spilled on the ground. You cowered in fear.

Max spit on the floor.

"Clean it up. Or eat it right from the floor. Livestock aren't allowed to eat as normal humans."

You blinked away your tears.

Hold on...

Just hold on...

You need money...

To pay rent...

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Doc and Albatross had to hold down Lippmann (and themselves) from marching down to the Café and do something really nasty to the bastard.

Lippmann breathed in and out.

"Why... Why they are hurting [Y/N]? For what sick entertainment?" mumbles Lippmann, tapping fingers against the table. Albatross and Doc didn't answer. They don't need to.

Lippmann closed his eyes. He hated not doing anything.

But, he needs to wait for a bit more. To get more evidence.

He remembered about some of the messages he received on his socials.

About how good you are in... "under the table" job. How much will it cost. If he is disgusted by you.

He simply thought, that it was trolls or haters, who just saw your photos on his page.

But, what if this people knew you and him in real life?

Lippmann breathed in again.

You were the only good part of the Real World. Other real people were huge bastards. He must protect you.

His precious Star Performer.

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They found photos.

Photos with you and BSD Cast.

With all of them calling you a great friend and roommate.

There were some videos.

About you being happy to get a gift or hanging out with them.

Fellow students and co-workers don't understand.

How a quiet, timid, shy nerd could get so much attention? Especially from new big businessmen and businesswoman?

They drew the only "logical" conclusion.

You were selling your body.

Now you weren't nameless anymore.

No, now you have many names.

Cheap, livestock, thing, toy... To call the least explicit.

And harassment came.

They didn't harass you on The Internet or tried to cross the line.

Thay said, that dirt wasn't worth to get in jail or any legal troubles. But they left notes, were rude, yelled at you, shoved you. Some people send complaints to the university.

They didn't want to be near you.

Professors didn't do anything. You were grown-ups, can deal with your own problems. But they asked all of you to be quiet. So you won't ruin the university's image of a prestigious, place with good students.

you were ruining not only BSD's Cast reputation. you are ruining university's reputation

Café's manager didn't do anything. Deal with it on your own. But he demand, that you deal with it not in front of the clients. And promised to fire you, if you start a scandal.

You tried to fight. You tried to explain. Show some of your messages with Oda, Mori, Nikolai, Fukuzawa and Fitzgerald.

But there was no way for you to prove, that you and BSD Cast were just friends.

"You have a second phone, where the evidence are!"

"I don't know, what is more disgusting. The number of your 'roommares'.or their ages."

"Don't come near. You are a freak without any morals."

was it your fault?did you deserve it? if you had friends in university, maybe you would...

there was no use in crying over spilled milk

you simply must move on

summer is soon

after holidays, they will forget about you

_______

You and Piano Man were feeding ducks in local park. Both of you were silent.

Silence was comfortable.

And then Piano Man spoke.

"[Y/N]... Rare Coin, can I ask you something?" his tone was gentle. You threw more seeds into the lake, before answering.

"Ask away." You smiled shyly. It's been three months since BSD Cast appeared in this world, in your life.

It felt good to have friendly conversations.

it was nice to have friends

Piano Man licked his lips, before speaking.

"[Y/N], are you alright? You looked... sad for the last few days. Did something happen? Can we help you?"

You froze.

they will hate you. you are ruining their reputation. LIE

"Everything is fine! I just worried about my finals!" a fake smile appeared on your face. Piano Man crooked an eyebrow.

"Kunikida said, that you are doing great. Or are you afraid of getting Not "100 points" but "99.99 points"?"

You nervously nodded.

"I always worried about my finals..."

Piano Man still didn't look convinced.

"And how your relationship with other students and co-workers?"

You swallow. You felt, iike a rock fall down your stomach.

"It's fine. They not really interested in me. I am just another student."

Piano Man looked at you for few moments. He clearly wanted to ask more questions, but decided to drop the subject.

"Fine. I will believe you. But, please, if you have troubles, talk to us. We care about you. We will help you."

You mumble something under your breath.

they will hate you for lying. idiot. go back to your books

Piano Man threw remaining seeds to the ducks. He held his hand towards you.

"Let's go and buy some groceries. Goncharov promised to cook stew for dinner."

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You had a headache. You just wanted this day to be over. You wanted to go home. To stay far away from the Café and University. From students.

They were glaring at you. They hated you.

Duncan, your manager, was towering over you. He bared his teeth and hissed.

"I promise you, you won't stay here for tool long. I will make sure, that you will be fired. Who knew, what diseases you are carrying around. I don't want to have my life ruined because of your debauchery."

You close your eyes. You are hated, because of stupid rumors.

And you can't ask anyone for help.

you aren't important enough to be a burden

to ask for help

you want to cry

you fight the urge

don't show weakness

you need this job

to pay rent

to keep your old apartment

The Café door was opened.

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Piano Man didn't walk into the restaurant. He simply stopped before restaurant window and waved his hand, showing Albatross, Doc and Lippmann, that it was time.

Piano Man kept looking at the Café. At place, where you were working. At place, where you were harassed.

He clenched his fists.

He remembered, how you were acting during last finals. They still were in their world, but they could tell, that you weren't panicking or having a meltdown...

And about students.

There was one thing, that concern not only Piano Man, but all members of BSD Cast.

How empty your list of messages were.

Chat with parents. Chat for your group of students. Chat for all university students (only reading, where students can't post). Chat for Sunset Café workers.

And you hardly interacted with any if the chats.

It would be a good thing, if your parents write even one in a month.

Students in a chat ignored you, if you try to ask something, making you send the message multiple times.

Workers in a café left you on read for a good chunk of time, answering the last moment.

And even after they appeared in this world, they didn't see you hanging with someone else, exept them.

Were you bullied? No, not a correct term.

Piano Man remembered bruises. Bruises, that, according to you, came from falling down.

You were harrassed.

How dare they hurt you?

"[Y/N], don't worry, dear, we will protect you."

You were shy, kind, clever and adorable. Yet, some bastards thought, that they can hurt you. They were wrong.

And Flags will show them, how wrong they were.

"Ready?" asked his friends.

Three "Ready" were his answers.

Ice Man just walked into the café. Piano Man moved forward. Doc, Albatross and Lippmann followed after him.

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Duncan was too absorbed in scoffing at you. He didn't notice, how Iceman walked into a café.

Your other co-workers, however, saw his. And tried to stay as far away as they can.

Iceman was a good man. Soft-spoken and kind. He often invites you to drink coffee together, while listening to some of his records.

But he does have an overwhelming presence. With a scar running down his right eye and emotionless face, tall /hit/ man didn't look like an embodiment of friendship.

Duncan continues to spit insults at you.

"You are everything, that is wrong with your generation. You have no honor or any idea, how normal human beings should behave in society!"

You turned away and tried not to pay attention. You failed. Duncan's yells were loud.

Shouts of approval were heard from different parts of the café. Iceman may have looked scary, but people can't pass up the chance to rub your face in your 'inappropriate' behavior.

With a corner of your eye you saw, how Iceman picked up one of the vases, that was standing on each table and had flowers put in it. With vase in hand, Iceman continue walking to Duncan and you.

You shake your head, trying to stop Iceman from doing what he wanted to do.

you don't need troubles at work!

Door opened again.

The Rest of the Flags walked inside. You have a bad feeling about this.

Duncan's loud howls were interrupted by a soft ringing sound. The fiery speaker fell and hit his face against the floor.

Behind him was Iceman with the most repentant expression on his face. But a sly smile was ruining the image.

"I'm so clumsy!" Iceman “apologized,” pointing with his hand at the glass shards of the vase and the scattered flowers, that were lying on the floor.

“But, honestly, he is such a disgusting guy. It was time for him to shut up.”

Your co-workers realized, what happened just at the end of the speech, and the last words Iceman spoke crouching. A tray of dirty dishes, which Max threw from the kitchen door, passed over his head. The tray flew further and landed on John's head, who tried to escape at the wrong time.

The dishes' life came to an end.

The joyful cry “Get them!” that came from Albatross, announced that the calm day was ruined completely, irrevocably and for everyone at once.

Iceman, with a confident, clearly practiced movement, grabbed surprised you, and threw you behind the counter.

In the café, meanwhile, Piano Man was steadily dipping Max into a bucket of dirty water, Doc was methodically beating John with a rolling pin. Iceman jumped over the tables, running from Steve, the only guard who was already out of breath. Lippmann, who had stolen a frying pan from the kitchen in the midst of a fight, was reprimanding something to the conscious Duncan, reinforcing his words with blows from the frying pan. Albatross throw Kasey onto the counter, and, grabbing her by the collar, began dragging her back and forth.

You didn't know what to do. You were never in a fight before, and, if you stand up, you could become an easy target, putting Flags in disadvantage.

Albatross dragged Kasey away from the counter, so he can deal with another waiter at the same time, and you take a better look at what was going on.

Right that moment, Iceman and Steve ran past the counter, and Steve was close to catching Iceman.

You can't let him hurt your friend!

You grabbed a bottle of vanilla syrup and hit Steve with it.

The guard was now cowered in sticky substance.

And owner finally decided to check on what was going on.

_________

You were standing outside Sunset Café, holding your bag.

Flags brought enough money to pay for all the damage they caused. Owner agreed not to press charges.

But you were fired. You were the reason for a fight. Flags didn't hide, that they saw you being harassed by your former co-workers, and they simply can't let them continue that.

Flags said, that they have proofs. And thanks for that, Max, Duncan, Kasey, John, Steve and others won't press charges.

it is your fault your fault you almost get Flags in trouble

You didn't know what to feel.

You won't be harassed anymore.

But you lose a job. And other places in this town aren't interested in hiring students.

And you need the job

You need money

To keep your old apartment

So you will have...

"[Y/N]? Are you okay? " Iceman's soft voice sounded right above your ear. You looked up at him at the rest of the Flags, who were standing behind him. All of them looked guilty. Iceman spoke again.

"[Y/N], we are sorry, that you have lost your job. But, please, understand, that we couldn't just let some idiots harassed you. We wanted to protect you."

Flags nodded in agreement.

You open your mouth and said the truth.

"Thank you. I really appreciate it. And don't worry about my job. I will find another one"

you wanted this. friends, that will protect you. someone, you can protect

Albatross jumped closer to you and put his arm around your shoulders.

"That's the spirit! So, want to grab a bite, before going home?"

Without waiting for your answer, he led you away from Sunset Café. Flags followed after you two.

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Iceman walked behind you. And he was observing. He was glad, that you were safe now. But your attitude... What was going on? Why you let others walked over you?

Right now, you looked happy. But, what if one day... Because of other students...

Iceman whispered.

"We need to discuss it with others. Something is still wrong with Snowflake."

Piano Man, the only one, who heard him, nodded in agreement.

Iceman continue observing you. Albatross was recalling the best moments of the fight, and how cool you were, hitting the guard with a bottle.

You looked embarrassed, but you also participate in conversation.

For now, everything was good.

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You were half-way to the diner, Flags have chosen to grab a bite.

Your last paycheck felt heavy in your pocket.

Last money you earned.

You will spend them on a rent.

On your old apartment, that BSD Cast thought you left permanently.

Because you need this apartment.

Because, after BSD Cast will see, how boring and stupid you are, they will leave. And you will need a place to return to.

But for now, you will simply enjoy your lunch with Flags.

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“just five more minutes?”

bsd men and the early mornings

a/n + warnings : happy birthday to me!! :3 here’s a post for you all in celebrationnn <3 also slightly ooc dazai..(?) idk u guys can decide..

+ i was going to do this as 'bsd men celebrating your birthday' but the idea got scrapped quickly

+ im sorry to poe & jouno lovers but i didn’t have motivation/time to write for them :(

+ icl i really enjoy writing fyodor & nikolai idk why

features : dazai, chuuya, sigma, fyodor, nikolai, albatross, lippmann ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

dividers belong to @/benkeibear!

masterlist | taglist | main page

𝒅𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊

• He wouldn’t even have anything to wake up for, he just does it to piss you off.

• Like if he wakes up early and then can’t get back to sleep, he’s on your ass next.

• He’ll make it your problem as it’s his.

• He wouldn’t do anything dramatic - but he sure as hell will act extravagant about it.

• He’d wake you up in the most cutest way though, kissing you all over your face until you wake up to be met with his cheeky grin plastered all over his face.

“Mm..” You mumble mindlessly in your sleep, struggling to open your eyes and adjust to the sight of the tall lanky man leaning over you with a toothy grin.

“Morning, bella~” He coos with a pouty face, leaning downwards so he can reach your lips, attempting to kiss you in which you reject, turning your squinting and tired face away from his own.

“What..time is it..?” You grumble in a hoarse voice, turning over fully to your side and slapping your hand on the alarm clock to identify where it currently was on your dresser. When found, you open and squint your eyes just a little more to be able to read the time and—

“Osamu what the fuck?!” You exclaim, eyes immediately opening and picking up the clock that was in your grasp, attempting to throw it at him but to no avail, you fail miserably due to how dark it currently was in your shared bedroom. Dazai moves to the other side of the bed and puts his arms up as if he were to turn himself in when getting arrested.

“Hey, come now..let’s not resort to such violence!” He tells you, coming closer to now brush a strand of hair off your face comfortingly, although to you nothing felt comforting about that damn snarky grin on his face looking like he was enjoying himself at this.

“Osamu it’s 3am.. Please..” You plead, no longer wanting to fight as you don’t have the goddamn strength to put up with this nonsense at such a rough time.

Dazai is about to poke at your patience further until he feels a tinge of sympathy for you as he sees your annoyed and tired expression, eyes now slowly shutting as you begin to doze off once again. His smile fades, forming into a guilty frown as he plops down next to you and begins rubbing your arm in gentle up and down motions.

“Hey..m’ sorry..” He says quietly in a comforting manner, but this time you do begin to feel comforted. You rub your eyes tiredly as Dazai presses a kiss on the crown of your head, guiding you down gently to lay down on the bed you two share as he crawls in beside you, practically babying you as he cradles you to his chest.

“Just wanted to poke some fun at you..” He whispers into your ear.

“You’re mean..” You mumble, the tiredness evident in your voice as you curl up to his chest, slowly falling asleep to the rhythm of his slow breathing.

“Yeah..” He replies, a slight smile adorning his lips. “But god, doesn’t it draw out such a precious reaction out of you, bella..”

𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂

• I can imagine him having to always wake up early himself or even pull all nighters.

• But he wouldn’t ever want to wake you up early

• If it was for a work related cause or if he accidentally wakes you up, sure, he understands that much but god he hates it because he never wants to interrupt your time to catch some zees

• Not only that but he enjoys just looking at you. Although, he’ll never admit that to anyone but himself <3

The time read 5:06am. A normal time for Chuuya to get up and start his day as a mafioso executive - but not so much for his darling s/o who was currently sleeping ever so peacefully right beside him.

He was staring at your precious face that looked so calm and relaxed within the moonlight that peeked through the gaps of the curtains that adorned your guys’ bedroom window. He couldn’t help but huff out a little laugh as he watches your mouth slightly hang open as you sleep. You would claim it was your worst trait but Chuuya thought it was absolutely adorable, he just thinks you’re absolutely adorable.

Soon enough, a brush to your face had you waking up with fluttering eyes and a pout.

“Hey pretty face..” He whispers gently, unable to hide the smile that cracks past his lips as he watches your expression light up tiredly, a sleepy smile appearing.

“Morning..” You mumble as he brushes the last few stray hairs off your face.

“How’d ya sleep?” He asks just as quietly.

“Mm..good..”

“Good, that’s good..” He chuckles, rubbing his thumb against the furrowed line between your brows.

“What..time is it..?” You mumble again, reaching for his hand, in which he takes gently, pressing it up to his lips and kissing it like it was a delicate precious thing.

“Just 5..time f’ me to get up to get ready for work..” He tells you, stroking your hand with his thumb.

“Ah..” You acknowledge, sighing softly as you yawn, turning away from him. “Just..five more minutes..?” You ask. He grins as he reaches over and takes your chin, turning it back towards him.

“You asking me to sleep in, doll?”

“Nooo!” You get defensive, although it just sounds like you’re whining like a child from how tired you were. “Just..wanna lay here with you..” You furrow your eyebrows with a pout, in which again he reaches and rubs the furrowed line away.

“Stop looking at me like that, doll face, it’s intimidating me just a little..”

“Shhhh..” You giggle. He wraps his arms around your waist and smiles.

“Sure.”

You seem a little taken back, knowing how incredibly loyal he was with showing up early or atleast on time to his work.

“..Really..? You wouldn’t mind?” You ask, placing your hands on his cheeks, in which he responds with a kiss on your nose before replying.

“Yeah, I would never mind spending just five more minutes with you.”

𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂

• He would be as tired as you to be honest.

• After long nights spent at the casino, all he wants is a long lie-in.

• And what better way to spend that is with you?

• It’s a shame you both have to get up though.

His arms firmly wrapped around your waist had you feeling comforted in the dark aura that surrounded your bedroom of the casino. Unfortunately, it was another long day and night of working until your last muscle in your body, but atleast you had your boyfriend to help you through it.

You enjoyed working at the casino, it was just the fact of how many hours of sleep determined wherever or not you were gonna have a good day.

And with the way the clock read 4:30am, you were not going to have a good day.

You turned over to see Sigma still sleeping peacefully basically like a newborn as he had his arms wrapped around your waist so tightly as if you were something that could be ripped from him within seconds. You take his hand on the front of your waist and gently give it a faint squeeze - a signal for ‘it’s time to wake up’ in your love language.

He lets out a little ‘mmm’ before opening his eyes, burying his face into your hair from behind as he takes a deep breath in.

“Morning, sunshine.” You speak quietly, stroking his hair.

“Morning dear..” He murmurs, rubbing your arm up and down as he breathes in your shampoo.

“We gotta get up..” You tell him, in which he whines in response.

“Just one more day sunshine, it’s Friday.” You encourage

“Mhm..” He replies, looking up into your eyes as he smiles at your enthusiasm.

“Want to make cupcakes after today?” You ask, in which he nods with a laugh, drawing shapes into your shape.

“Yeah..yeah I’d love that, angel..”

“And then, we can order takeout and watch silly romcoms that you haven’t watched yet!” You continue, tapping his nose once with a sweet smile on your face.

He can only grin at your adorable rants about movies he hasn’t seen yet. He finds you so endearing with the fact that you wanna show him new things he wasn’t familiar with.

You notice him staring a bit too much, tilting your head to the side as you now fully turn to him, facing him fully.

“What?”

His cheeks turn a little pink as he finally replies.

“You’re just so adorable..I can’t believe you’re mine..”

𝒇𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓

• Like Chuuya, he’ll never admit it to anyone but himself but he likes to see you in such a way.

• He really does find you adorable.

• Only the difference is is that he thinks you don’t know about his little soft spot, but you indeed do.

He’s currently sitting on the edge of the bed, taking in your relaxed figure. He’d never admit it, but he just finds it so mesmerising to watch you in such a peaceful state. He leans closer, now laying on his stomach as he reaches out and gently brushes his cold hand against your warm skin, being cautious so he doesn’t wake you and so he doesn’t get caught.

‘In a world full of horrors, you really are a true beauty.’ He thought to himself.

That was until— you opened your eyes within and instant and that caught him off guard just a little bit. Now that was a horror and a half. He backs away slightly and clears his throat awkwardly, turning his face to the side to avoid eye contact with you, expression as stoic as ever though.

“..Good morning, dear.” He says, pretending to act as if nothing happened but he knows he’s soooo fucked.

“Were you just staring at me, Fedya?~” You teasingly ask as you hold the covers up to your nose. However, his expression does not budge.

“And now why would you think that..?” He says lowly.

“Hmm..just had a hunch!” You smile through the covers, although his eyebrows narrow and he turns his head at the fact that there was no sleep evident within your voice..

“..You deceived me didn’t you..?”

You stay there in silence for a moment before letting out an awkward laugh.

“Ha, well..uhm- you know, I was just sleeping..-“

“No you weren’t.”

His sharp voice catches you off guard as you begin to sweat from the heat of the covers but also his piercing glare.

“..Yes, I was?” Now you didn’t know who you were trying to fool..

He now leans closer, before grabbing your ear and pulling it.

“Oww!!” You yelp, grabbing his wrist whilst wincing.

“Do you take me for an idiot?”

“Nooo! Goddd nooo! Let go damn it!!”

He does let go, giving you another glare before jabbing at your forehead with his finger.

“Don’t ever attempt to deceive me again..do you hear me?”

“Yes, god fine..”

He mumbles a few things in Russian and then rubs your forehead, giving it a gentle peck.

“Good..”

…

“Although it did work right? Because I did see you staring at me so like-“

“I’m going for the hair next.”

𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒊

• Now like Dazai, he literally has nothing to wake up for either he simply just loves to mess around.

• But I can imagine him being such a morning person.

• So he tends to spend his early mornings thinking of unique and rather- unusual ways to both entertain and wake you up in the morning.

“QUIIIZ TIME!~ let’s see if you can guess what time it currently is!!”

“God da- Nikolai are you serious? you startled me!”

Nikolai bends down and places his finger on your lips, “shushing” you.

“Ah ah! No time for complaints, dear~ now is the time for a pop quiz!! My favourite part of the day!”

“My least favourite part of the day..”

“Hey! No need to be so grumpy, dear! I’m here to wake you and get your brain started with a few questions, no harm done!”

The scowl on your face becomes more apparent as you stare at Nikolais beaming face.

“..You know when I asked you to be my human alarm clock? Yeah, this is not what I meant.”

Nikolai frowns, only playfully though.

“Aw..but where’s the fun in that?”

“Oh I don’t know but maybe because it’s currently-“ You turn to look at the clock on your dresser.

“Holy sh- Nikolai, it’s 6AM..on a SATURDAY.”

Nikolai’s once deflated expression puffs up in a matter of seconds as he giggles and places his hand on his hips.

“Well you know what they say, dove. ‘The early bird gets the worm, but the mouse gets the cheese!’”

“Literally what does any of that mean.”

Nikolai giggles before plopping himself onto the bed so he’s now infront of you.

“Nevermind that! Now, next question! Why have I decided to wake you, at this devilish hour of the day?!”

“Lord have mercy..um..I don’t know? I give up?”

“Wrong! The correct answer is..”

…

“..drumroll please?”

“Oh my god.” You smack the covers beneath you a few 20th times.

“No reason at all!!”

“..Are you kidding me?”

Nikolai sticks his tongue out and sits criss cross apple sauce.

“Nope!~ although, I did make you breakfast!” He chimes. Your expression then softens and you smile.

“Really..?”

“Mhm! It’s right-“ He pauses, looking in his hand and then looking back at you.

“..It appears I have left said breakfast in the microwave..”

“Hold on- microwa-“

Turns out Nikolai had not only burned your food, but also ended up breaking the microwave and setting it on fire in the process.

He thought metal and electricity worked together.

You guys just went out for breakfast instead.

𝒂𝒍𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔

• He’s so cute :(, I can imagine him being a really clingy guy when it comes to being alone with you and especially in the early hours of the morning.

• He’d be awake, just as hyper as Nikolai but he’d never wake you up, he’d just wait for you to get up.

• He’d probably scroll on his phone or play guitar silently (i hc him playing guitar and playing instruments too hehe)

Albatross was currently sitting on the floor, strumming away quietly on his guitar when he suddenly hears the bed creak just a little bit. He tilts his head and looks to see you looking at him with a cute little smile on your face, tired eyes drowsily staring at him.

“Heya darling!” He beams happily as he stands up and walks over to you, cupping your cheeks gently and kissing your lips.

“How’d ya sleep?”

“Good.” You reply, your voice all hoarse from just waking up.

“That’s good to hear doll!” He smiles, showing off his adorable signature grin to you before patting your cheeks twice and turning around to grab his guitar.

You tilt your head to the side and ask him. “Why didn’t you just wake me up? You must’ve been awake for hours waiting..”

He turns around to you with a puzzled look, and then grins once again.

“I don’t mind waiting for ya, you know that right?”

“Yeah! I know! It’s just- you don’t care when Chuuyas woken up with your loud music..”

At this Albatross snorts out a laugh, before placing his hands on his knees.

“That’s because that’s Chuuya, doll face. I like annoying him! However at times I enjoy the look on your precious face when I annoy you. I can’t stand to break the peaceful slumber you were in just a few moments ago!”

At this your heart melts as you giggle, opening your arms out for him to hug you, in which he practically tackles you to the bed, peppering your face in kisses all over and making you break out into a giggle fit as he tickles you all over.

It’s all giggles in Albatross’ apartment. You wouldn’t have it any other way <3

𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒏

• He definitely kisses your shoulder blades and calls you his sleeping beauty :(

• It’s such a cute little thing he does ugh I can’t even

• He’d be the big spoon definitely, hugging you tightly to his chest as he whispers sweet nothings to you as you wake up.

• If you were ever feeling lazy in the mornings or unmotivated, he’d be the perfect one to get you in the mood.

• He just has that presence and he truly takes care of you like you’re his princess/prince </3

“Angel..” He murmurs in your ear, kissing your earlobe softly.

“Mm..”

“Come on dear, it is time to wake up.” He says as he then kisses the back of your neck.

“Is it though..?”

He chuckles at your cute question before nodding “Yes..it is..” He answers as he presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“Mm..” you turn around to your side now facing him as you bury your face into his chest. “Don’t wanna wake up..”

“Awh..” He says quietly, playing with your hair. “Is my sleeping beauty all tired..?”

You hum and nod. “Very.”

“Well, may I suggest we make our way to the kitchen and I’ll prepare you some breakfast? That way you can get some food in your belly and you’ll feel less..drowsy.” He suggests. You smile into his chest and can’t help but blush as you nod again, looking up and resting your chin onto his chest.

“..Yeah, I’d love that, darling..”

He smiles as he cups your cheek and leans down to kiss your lips, stroking your cheek as he pulls away and begins to get out of bed, holding his hand out to you for you to take. You take his hand as he guides your tired form out of the room, wrapping his arm around your waist as you stay glued to him for practically the entire morning.

But he doesn’t mind that, and as long as he’s alive and you’re still glued his side, he never will <3

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elisabetta-something · 1 year ago

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I just need Fyodor to fall in love with the most innocent, calm, naïve, sunshine litle Dove there is out there. Take it or leave it !

#yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bsd #fyodor dostoevsky #bsd fyodor #fyodor x reader #bungou stray dogs #he is such a red flag but i love him

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cinnamncornflakes · 2 months ago

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guys i wanna laugh reblog with how yall think tachihara found out gin was a woman

#aashi’s rambles 👛#id like to think that he had a reaction somewhat like higuchi #LMAO imagine if the way he found out was her walking out of a pastry shop and him being like ‘do i know you from somewhere??’#realistically hirotsu probably told him #i hc that he defo had a crush on gin when he still thought she was a guy and was so relieved when he found out he’s not actually gay #hes like those boys in middle school who full on make out with each other and swear up and down they arent gay #bisexual king #new bisexual flag but its just the black lizard #tachihara michizou #bsd tachihara #bungo stray dogs tachihara #hunting dogs bsd #tachigin #tachihara #tachihara x reader #bsd gin #gin bsd #bsd

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jackiepackiee · 1 year ago

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Hey hope I don't bump you at the wrong time ma dude.

Could you write general poly dating headcanons for the flags with a gender neutral reader? I have seen the stormbringer so dry like the Roman Empire at night🙏.

I hope it isn't uncomfortable, and you don't need to write it if you don't want to.

Have a splendid day sweetheart 💋

Okay, let’s pretend reader is 18 so everything actually makes sense. No adults with our Chuuya

𝐹𝓁𝒶𝑔𝓈 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒫𝑜𝓁𝓎

Ft. Pianoman, Lippmann, Albatross, Iceman, Doc, and Chuuya

For this to work you have to be in the port mafia

How else would you be so lucky to have met all these men?

And, they would never put a civilian in that much danger

Speaking of danger, good luck ever actually being in it

With these six, you may as well have your own arsenal of body guards willing to kill every enemy for your safety

That being said, they all go about your safety a bit differently

Pianoman likes to have you by his side at all times, since he doesn’t see much action. Expect to have him, a leader, tell others to beat up any threats while he spends his precious time with you. He doesn’t want you to see that violence

Albatross is an idiot. He likes to fight, and even more than that he likes to show off. And nothing is better than the holy trinity of showing off you to, keeping you safe, and earning your praise after a fight. He keeps you far away, duh. But he likes to know you’re watching him be the best boyfriend/bodyguard he can be.

Iceman is a secretive man. You will never see one of his jobs, ever. You won’t know a single name of a victim, a location, a time. He would hate for you to have to deal with any of the dark realities of his work. Expect to be sat all pretty in his office while he “takes care” of a man who’s been threatening to kill you.

Doc is your safety net. He isn’t a fighter, and is usually the one around helping the others heal after they defended you. But his job is gory, probably the most. He sees patients with all sorts of nasty injuries. So he keeps you in the part of the infirmary where the window shows to the ocean and the nice nurses talk with you. Away from the scary side he resigns in.

Lippmann is proud to have you around, and will be more bark and less bite. Not to say he won’t attack others, but he would much rather threaten them. Keeping you safe, while sitting getting to hold your waist instead of the hassle of beating up some guys. And his threats work, always. It scares you sometimes, but only a little.

Chuuya is the most protective. Despite being the youngest, he has the most fierce loyalty and would actively burn down an entire enemy base just to see you safe. He doesn’t care if you see him fight, since he knows you know he’s strong. (But he wouldn’t mind looking over to you during a battle just to see your adoring eyes at his skill)

Pianoman, who had just held you in his lap, plopped you down onto the wooden chair before shooting up. Walking to Albatross, who was wincing at the alcohol swap cleaning his wounds.

“What were you thinking?”

Pianoman snapped, and Doc gave him an annoyed glare.

“Yelling at Albatross isn’t going to help him heal.”

“Maybe he shouldn’t thought about that before bringing them into an active battle field!”

Albatross pushed Doc’s hand away from his bleeding wound, and stood up. Face to face with Pianoman.

“I knew they were safe! I’m not stupid, I would’ve known if-“

Before you could hear more of their argument, Lippmann, spun your chair to face him. Tilting your head up by your chin.

“Hey, how about a walk? Chuuya has been dying to go to that new arcade with you, now is a good time.”

Luckily, with such a large group you always had at least one knight in shining armor. Hating to see the boys fight, you left. Trusting them enough to know everything would be okay.

They are all a little different with affection, so every love language you may have is compatible!

Pianoman is a spoiler, always giving you everything you want. He is the most paid in the group, as the leader and the eldest. You want a new outfit? It’s yours. A inanimate dinner? He’s cleared his schedule. He’s a tease too, so expect this romance to be accompanied by a joke about your shy gratitude.

Albatross is a ray of sunshine. The one thing he likes to show to show in love is make your smile. He’s not always joking around, and knows when to be serious. Hard day at work? He’s taking you to the beach on his motorcycle. Fight with another flag? He’s buying you flowers. It’s not only his jokes and silly nature that make you laugh, but his loyalty to his love that warms your heart. Even if he tries to keep that side of him a secret.

Iceman is a classic man, and his love is no different. He wishes to make every moment special, since he knows time is never on anyone’s side. His idea of a perfect moment is the two of you in his apartment. Jazz music playing on some one-of-a-kind record, eating a meal he made, and you smiling and babbling about your day. He’s a domestic kind of guy, with a secret taste for peaceful romance.

Doc is a little clueless. From his time in America studying medicine, he’s seen a lot about romance. But he doesn’t know what is right. So, he does what he feels is best. Looks up ways in his textbooks to boost your serotonin! It’s nerdy, obviously, but it works. Little zoo dates, dinners that are surprisingly healthy yet delicious. He cares for your health, and subconsciously shows his love by taking care of you.

Lippmann is a romantic tease. He knows all about love, having played it in many movies. And enjoys physical contact the most. He enjoys showing you off, not as a prize but more as “I’m so lucky because my lover is the best and they chose to be with me.” He goes a little overboard sometimes… roses every other day can get a bit annoying. Trust me, he’s had a scolding from Doc about taking off the thorns after you pricked your finger.

Chuuya does whatever feels right. He’s shy, and his love is “puppy love.” But that doesn’t stop him, not at all. He wants to spend as much time with you as possible, and will follow you around like a puppy. He enjoys sharing his interests with you. Arcades dates are a must. Whenever he finds out something new about the world, even if it’s general knowledge, he tells you in excitement. Always expect him to deny his blush after giving you a hug or kiss. Speaking of, thank goodness he’s a natural at affection.

Overall? Your life will be pretty chaotic, with a million different dates each week. But know everyday with be filled with love.

And they all work together to make you the happiest.

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vampireunderthesunlight · 16 days ago

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bsd novels: Stormbringer!

here's where to read it:

PS: it's too large so you have to download it sorry

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angolicious · 7 months ago

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Ya’ll wanna see piano man getting a blowjob?? Well. I drew it.

It’s under the cut. I kept the other person kinda androgynous so ya’ll can pretend it’s whoever you want.

Anywho, nsfw under the cut.

I added a really small tattoo because i feel like that’s a common trait in mafiosos. But piano man’s specifically is a family tattoo, worn with pride. It signifies the elegance and dignity of his extensive mafia blood. (I headcanon his entire family is mafiosos and he’s like a little mafioso nepo baby.)

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #bsd flags #bsd albatross #bsd doc #bsd iceman #bsd lippmann #bsd chuuya #bsd piano man #bsd pianoman #piano man bsd #piano man #pianoman x reader #piano man x reader #bsd piano man flags #piano man flags

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archive-of-the-lost · 3 months ago

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𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 — ♡ 𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 ♡

I was having trouble matching you with someone at first because there didn't seem to be anyone who complemented your unique personality and interests well enough, until I considered Fyodor and it's like everything clicked together. Like you, Fyodor is also really introverted and doesn't like to go out often. He isn't much of a talker, and will happily listen to you ramble about your interests or show him what you've been working on recently, like a painting or sculpture. Being an INFJ, it's likely that you feel misunderstood by other people or as if no one really knows the real you, making you unable to feel a meaningful connection with them. Fyodor, an INTJ, often feels that way too. Perhaps the both of you could come to understand one another, and form a connection that feels like you've finally found something you've been looking for all along.

♡ Fyodor finds you to be an extremely interesting person! He shares some of your interests, and for those he doesn't engage in, you make him curious to learn more about them. You both bond easily over your shared interest in psychology and classic literature. He's also happy to talk about media analysis with you, and admire your collection of trinkets and art projects if you're comfortable with showing him. Your dark academia vibe is just super attractive to him.

♡ He'd find your collection of animal skulls intriguing where some would find it morbid, and listen to the stories you have about each skull. He had always found taxidermy fascinating but didn't take the time to learn how it works in favor of other, stronger interests (such as his cello). Hearing you explain the art of taxidermy to him so passionately makes him want to read up on it a bit so he can keep talking to you about it. You can expect him to come back a few days after seeing your animal skull collection with more questions.

♡ As mentioned before, Fyodor isn't an outdoor person, so he's more than happy to stay in with you for dates. The both of you could read together, or talk about anything and everything, sharing secrets. He doesn't watch shows often, but if you find something that sounds interesting, he'll watch it with you. It's all nice and peaceful. When it's just the two of you, he tends to stare at you like you're his whole world.

⋘ 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… ⋙

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──・──・・♡ 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

You've been noticing this boy who often hangs out in your college library for a while now. He's cute, always neatly dressed. Every time you come in, he's there. And when you leave, he's still there, always with a pile of books by his usual spot near the window. Sometimes you wonder if he has classes to get to. He seems to be permanently rooted to his usual seat in the library as far as you can tell.

The days pass by in a blur, nothing eventful happening during your time in the library until one day, a change in routine.

You enter the library and see that the mysterious boy's usual spot is currently being occupied by someone else. Strange. You take your seat by the other end of the table. Is he not here today?

Your question is answered by the sight of him coming over with a new stack of books in hand. They don't look too heavy, but he still seems to be struggling with them. You observe him as discreetly as you can, holding your notebook closer to your face. He walks over, then notices that his usual seat is taken. The slightest droop of the lips. It's probably a frown, but it registers as a sort of pout in your crush-clouded brain. Cute. He's forced to find another seat, and to your horror (or excitement), he starts walking over to your end of the table.

He takes the seat across yours, now directly in your line of sight. You try to go back to working, focusing on not looking up at him and getting a better look at his face. You both sit in silence, him engrossed in his book and you scribbling notes down in your notebook.

Finally, you give into the temptation and glance up at him. He's reading a book on...psychology!

"You're reading about psychology?" The question slips out of you before you can stop yourself. Your heart leaps to your throat, social anxiety kicking in. It doesn't help that the boy is even prettier up close.

His violet eyes slowly shift from the book to you, and he takes his time with answering, as if every word he says holds weight only he knows the full extent of. "Yes. It interests you?"

You nod, entranced with his eyes that seem so strangely familiar. You've got a good feeling about him for some reason, and not just because you've been crushing on his good looks for a while now. "I haven't read the book you're reading now though. How is it?"

He looks back down at the book, making his judgement. "It's okay. I haven't gotten very far." Then he puts the book down, leaning closer in your direction. A small smile. "What's your name?"

You put your pen down too, taking a break from your notes. Yeah, you've got a good feeling about him.

#this post looks better viewed with dark mode #okay so canon Fyodor is a major red flag but I can see college au Fyodor matching your energy really well #also not this being over a month late thank you for your patience 😭#♡ valentine's event #my works #bsd #bsd matchup #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #fyodor bsd #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyodor x reader

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silverbladexyz · 3 years ago

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HIHIHI

your writing is very good. i was wondering if you could do a post about how the flags would react to their partner wearing their clothes :)

HIHIHI THANK YOU ANON 🤞 and bro I wanna wear Lippmann's clothes now they must be so comfy since he's so rich.

The image does not belong to me. It belongs to @angolicious.

TW: Mentions of injuries, blood, slightly suggestive and sarcasm in Pianoman’s section aka me ranting but it’s funny lol

The Flags reacting to their S/O wearing their clothes

Pianoman:

-We all know how elegant and fancy he is. Which means that HE HAS A BILLION THINGS THAT HE WEARS THAT ARE SO ODDLY SPECIFIC AND HARD TO GET BECAUSE HE DECIDED TO BE EXTRA AND FOR WHAT- ahem ahem basically his outfit is complicated and it took me months to find all the cosplay parts

-You're lucky though because he has spares of those waistcoats and ties and gloves and those sash-belt things and whatnot. Gosh Pianoman we all love you but why must you be so extra with your outfit??? /hj you look gorgeous keep slaying

-So let’s say you were bored and decided to hunt around in the wardrobe for a bit to see what types of clothing was in that tinyyyy space. And ta-daaaah you found a lot of his clothes that he used for his Mafia work! Actually they were just extras of what he wears but shhh

-After taking like a bajillion minutes just to get that darn sash-belt on, you look at yourself in the mirror, and hey you actually look quite good! Pianoman has great taste in clothing, even when it’s so hard to put on smh. But bro literally tell me where he gets his clothes because I’ll yeet all the way to the store he buys them from

-Anyways you’re so immersed in admiring yourself in the mirror and you don’t notice a person walking up behind you. It’s when you hear his chuckle that you turn around and become flustered

-Pianoman secretly was not expecting this at all, but it was a nice surprise. You looked so smexy in his clothes that he just had to tease you about it. He even feels a bit proud that you were the only one who got to wear his clothes

-Tells you to keep it on because it looked so good on you. The thing is he’s wearing like I dunno three layers and it’s super duper hot so you’re basically overheating. I don’t know about you but I wouldn’t keep it on for another second

-If you’re shy about it, Pianoman would smirk, but he’d wrap his arms around you while whispering in your ear how great you looked in his clothes. Maybe even incorporate a kiss into it. Be careful on how you reply because one thing might lead to another and you might not be able to walk the next day ;)

-Also complain to him on how his clothes took so long to put on for me, will ya? I swear everybody in the Mafia just has it in their blood to be rich and extra (Pixyys if you know, you know xD) but they fine af

Albatross:

-His clothing style is actually quite casual and decent, unlike a certain mafioso that likes to be extra *cough cough*

-You were trying to pick something to wear to your shopping trip, but you didn’t really have any clothes apart from your Mafia formal wear. You made a mental note to go shopping for casual clothes, but now wasn’t the time since the store was about to close

-And an idea popped into your mind. Why not borrow your lover’s clothes for a while? At least with Albatross, his outfit wasn’t really complicated and fancy lmao I’m sorry Pianoman so it wouldn’t attract a lot of stares

-Just pop on his sleeveless leather jacket, a long-sleeved shirt and ragged pants and then you’re done. Bonus points if you wear glasses and earrings too. And I would recommend to wear those black gloves because they look so damn nice

-The shopping trip was great and nobody stared at you because that’s how casual Albatross’s outfit was. Which is a good thing because you don’t want to attract attention even though you were just out on a shopping trip

-When you arrive home, Albatross is immediately running up to greet you, but he stops when he sees what you were wearing seemed... familiar

-His face breaks out into a huge smile and he teases you, saying how cute you looked wearing his outfit. And Albatross is the king of teases so you’re going to be very flustered

-But he compliments you on the outfit, saying how much it fits you. Definitely asks you to wear it more often, and even brags about how great you looked in his clothes to the Flags

-Wear matching outfits with him! Maybe not the entire outfit, but put on something that mostly resembles his clothes and make it the opposite colour, and Albatross would have stars in his eyes as he admires the both of you

Doc:

-His clothes are quite simple since he is a doctor and spends a lot of his time at the infirmary. So if you need an outfit that you can just chill at home in, go and rob his clothes just make sure that they’re clean

-You also have some medical knowledge yourself, so you spent your time at the infirmary sometimes as well. Although you weren’t as good at medicine as your partner, you have saved a few people a number of times

-So let’s say one day there was an emergency casualty at the infirmary. The Boss ordered you to treat them immediately, but the thing is you didn’t have any doctor clothes to wear. Thinking quickly, you put on some of Doc’s spare clothes and hurried to the infirmary. Luckily, you managed to save the patient, but the clothes you had were dirty now

-You went back home to change your clothes, but you didn’t expect to bump into your boyfriend. Doc raises his eyebrow when he sees you in bloodied clothes; his clothes nonetheless

-He does ask why you were wearing them, but he is lowkey proud. Doc loves the sight of you in his clothes, and would also want you to wear them more often. He doesn’t say it out loud though because he’s secretly shy

-Okay but he needs some new clothes because the ones he’s wearing are old. Take him out to the next shopping trip please

Iceman:

-His outfit just screams chill. Most of the stuff he wears is big and comfortable, not to mention it’s simple and easy to move in. I bet he got it for 50% off too okay he actually didn’t I’m sorry

-Iceman’s clothes looked so comfortable that you decided to give them a go one day. When you were home alone, you grabbed his overcoat, vest, slacks, necktie, suit, gloves and his scarf okay I lied his outfit isn’t simple at all

-But despite all that complicated-ness, his outfit was actually quite comfortable! Iceman tell me your secret bro where do you get all of these nice clothes??!! Anyways, the clothes smell just like him with a tinge of coffee and smoke, which actually isn’t that unpleasant

-Iceman is a very good assassin, which means you don’t even hear him walking up behind you. It’s when you glance at the mirror and see who’s behind you that you startle a little

-He doesn’t show that much of a reaction when he sees you wearing his clothes. Iceman is so quiet that you think he’s mad at you dw he’s just secretly admiring you in his outfit

-If you were feeling embarrassed, Iceman wouldn’t really understand, but he’d still comfort you anyways. Once you’ve calmed down a little, he’d ask you why you were wearing his clothes

-He thinks it’s cute when you wear his clothes, and he even buys you an exact copy of his outfit except that it was your size so you two could match ❤️

Lippmann:

-Pretty boy is pretty rich, so I bet his clothes must be top quality and very comfortable to wear. They’re all made from the best silk and material. In other words, Lippmann’s clothing >>>

-So let’s say you were picking out clothing to go to a party, but you didn’t really have anything that you wanted to wear. After turning your wardrobe inside out, you were about to give up when you decided to see if Lippmann had any suitable clothing from his acting careers

-And he did! There were all types of clothing, from basic jeans to fancy leather coats, and the colours mix perfectly. Damn Lippmann, you didn’t bother telling your S/O about all the clothes you have in your wardrobe?

-So after finding which clothes you liked, you tried them on and admired yourself in the mirror. A lot of them had his scent on it, which made them feel a lot nicer on you. And did I mention that he has the best taste in clothes?

-Lippmann came back and actually walked in on you while you were still looking in the mirror, and you could say that he was pleasantly surprised. A smile is on his face as he gently teases you, saying how good you looked in his clothes, but he is actually going to his wardrobe and picking out another outfit that looks even better on you

-Also dress up with him on some days! I never see him wear anything else apart from those same old vest and coat, so make him pop on a leather jacket and jeans and you’ll have yourself a very cool Lippmann

@pixyys @pianotross @chuuyas-beloved @angolicious @nekokinax @sariel626 @dazaiyohane @scarletta-ruan @yuugen-benni @arisu-chan4646 @lakeside-paradise @catzlivedforbsd

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd flags x reader #piano man x reader #albatross x reader #doc x reader #bsd iceman x reader #iceman x reader #lippmann x reader #silverbladexyz

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bonne-chanson · 4 months ago

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✎𓂃 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 : 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ᝰ.ᐟ

a mini-series of one shots dedicated specifically for the characters of bungo stray dogs: stormbringer!

✑ 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 !

based on the planets suite, op. 32 by gustav holst, one of my favorite orchestral works ever. i thought it would be nice to write something for this, mostly because i attended a very special performance of it around a month ago (and also to celebrate the manga adaptation that recently came out)!

because the piece contains seven movements based on each planet of the solar system (as well as their respective personalities), i will be assigning one movement per character, as listed below:

i. mars, bringer of war : paul verlaine x reader

the ominous and angry first movement of the entire suite ; represents the roman god of war, mars

contains nsfw. MDNI!

ii. venus, bringer of peace : lippmann x reader

the ethereal yet eerie second movement, a slower contrast to the first ; represents the roman goddess of love, venus

iii. mercury, the winged messenger : albatross x reader

the fast and vivacious third movement, short yet playful ; represents the roman god of commerce and messengers, mercury

iv. jupiter, bringer of jollity : piano man x reader

the well-known and majestic fourth movement of the planets containing the most popular theme of the seven ; represents the roman king of all gods, jupiter

v. saturn, bringer of old age : iceman x reader

the slow and unsettlingly powerful fifth movement accompanied by a harp with passages as icy as the planet’s rings ; represents the roman god of time, saturn

vi. uranus, the magician : adam frankenstein x reader

the boisterous and idiosyncratic sixth movement ; represents the roman god of the sky, uranus

vii. neptune, the mystic : doc x reader

the mysterious and other-worldly seventh movement ; represents the roman god of the sea, neptune

✑ 𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 !

typically, when a performance is well-received, an encore unrelated to the main repertoire played follows. that being said, i’ll be applying the same principle for this mini-series for another character if the audience wishes. should these one shots be received well enough, i will add a bonus (underrated) character to the list, based on the helios overture, op. 17 by carl nielsen, just to complete the entire solar system for this repertoire. ;>

(encore!) an overture to helios : ??? x reader

a concert overture so warm and brooding, it paints a picture of the sun rising and falling over the aegean sea with swelling strings ; dedicated to helios / sol, god of the sun

i have so much love for this piece in particular (as it is one of the orchestral works i grew up listening to), so i hope you guys get to enjoy it as much as i do through some of the stormbringer characters. 🫶 much like holst himself (who favored saturn), i also have a favorite movement here so i tried not to be so biased about it lmao (i gave it to piano man).

these one shots won’t be connected in any way (unless you’re creative enough to find some way to connect them lol)! feel free to read them in any order — i assigned those movements to certain characters solely because i thought they fit the music and the context behind each part of the suite. :}

as for the scheduling: expect the one-shot to drop every time a new chapter of hoshikawa’s stormbringer adaptation is out (which means this will be monthly)! i will do my best to time it right!

next one-shot: lippmann x reader -> april 30!

also, just a short heads-up: some one shots may or may not contain nsfw! and as always, when that is the case, MDNI!

anyway, hopefully i get to play this piece one day! :’>

✎ . . . ᝰ.ᐟ

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ashleyh713fanfics · 4 months ago

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Dazai X Odasaku's Little Sister Ch23

(PSA: This story contains an original character. That being said, it also has relationship building along with real life development and character studies. If that interests you please don’t let that deter you from reading. It’s worth it, I promise)

Chapter 23: "Vulnerability is a Death Sentence"

Summary: As Odasaku's little sister helps out with the Flags mission, and Chuuya has to form an unwillingly partnership with her, where he finds out perhaps she's not exactly heartless like Dazai after all. In fact, they may be more similar then they originally though. But for a boy like Chuuya who has only known betrayal, trusting another would seem impossible.

(This chapter is for the Chuuya stans. I hope I represented you well 🫡)

Warnings: pm!sixteen year old chuuya, manipulation, small bit of stabbing, talks of Odasaku's death, grumpy angry chuuya for real here, chuuya is suffering and we all love it (poor boy), distrustful Chuuya, mentions of killing and assassins, murder, morally grey complex characters, self destruction.

(This is chapter twenty-three of my fanfic "Timeless" which is now on A03. I'll link the master list below so you can get the full story. Asagao's ability is to stop time for up to six seconds.)

Master List Here- To Start from Ch1 <3

A03 Here

Work Count: 10k

Chapter 23:

"Vulnerability is a Death Sentence"

(One Year Ago)

Chuuya: Age Fifteen

Soul Searching.

That’s what Shirase, a member of the Sheep said, that they did some “soul searching” before he plunged a rat poison soaked knife into Chuuya’s side with the intent of murder. The very organization that those kids called their leader, their King, betrayed him without a second thought.

All because of one job he did with their enemies, the port mafia.

He managed to get away, clutching his side as he pulled the knife free from his body before leaning his head against the bottom of the cliff in shame and internal pain.

Hearing the faint shouts of a kid he used to trust with his life command to go after him, Chuuya closed his eyes, willing away the reality of the situation. “Go get him right out! He may be weakened by the poison but it won’t be enough to kill him! Finish the job!”

Shirase. He could hear the anger, the disgust in his voice even from here. His own army, his makeshift family he thought he had, treating him like an enemy.

The deception was still fresh on his tongue, cutting through his soul with his own self shame. Why the hell did he even trust them to begin with? The people that took him in and gave him a makeshift home, they tore it out from under him without a second thought.

Perhaps he deserved it, perhaps this was always going to be the outcome. Chuuya allowed the toxic idea to play inside his mind and torment him, making the wound to his side hurt more with each self-deprecating thought.

They saw him as weak, as disposable, and maybe he was. For a boy with no memory before the age of seven, a boy that couldn’t even dream or understand such simple concepts like bread without being taught, a boy that didn’t even know if he was human..

Maybe he deserved this.

And yet he fought, he screamed and yelled with all his might against the idea because the reality of any of that being true was something that Chuuya could not accept.

They wanted to dispose of him? Then they’d have a hell of a fight.

And then, like a nightmare, he appeared.

Dazai Osamu.

A devil in sheep's clothing, a demon in the form of man, acting like some sort of savior even though he was the one that set everything up from the beginning. He planted the seeds of doubt into the Sheep, he was the one that caused all of this to turn into motion.

A joke, a goddamn joke, that’s what he felt like, a pawn in a game he didn’t even know he was playing. He was always a joke, first with The Sheep and now with the Demon Prodigy.

That bastard, he hated him more than anything, but he had no choice, he had to reach out his hand to the boy, for that was his only option, and from the sick grin on his lips, Dazai knew that too.

Easily manipulated. Easily played.

Dazai hummed absentmindedly, his eyes sharp like a hawk. “You know, now that the GSS and the Sheep have formed an alliance, we have to shut them down. If I do my job, by noon today they’ll all be dead.”

Widening his eyes, Chuuya immediately felt his ability activate, the red glow around him an ominous promise. “You’d really hurt all those kids?”

What a goddamn idiot he thought himself to be. They had just outwardly expressed their desire to murder him and yet the idea of all those kids being massacred by the port mafia’s hands left him with a feeling he couldn’t bear.

He felt pathetic, utterly pathetic as Dazai shrugged at the idea of killing kids. “Our policy never changes. That said, if someone on my team made that suggestion for me not to go through with it, I would take that under advisement.”

And there it was, like a pit in his stomach, the final piece, the checkmate.

A hot ball of anger coursed through Chuuya’s throat as it all became clear. So that’s how it is. It was all for this moment.

So he could be manipulated to join the port mafia.

Narrowing his eyes at the banaged bastard, Chuuya weighed his options, the ones he knew he didn’t actually have. He wanted so badly to tell Dazai and those port mafia bastards to shove it. He wanted to not play into their hands just for the sole purpose of proving something.

But somewhere deep down he knew he couldn’t. Although The Sheep had abandoned him, left him for dead, he still didn’t have the heart to turn the other cheek while the port mafia murdered them all.

He cursed himself for not being as heartless as Dazai, for not allowing himself to just say screw them and die as a giant middle finger to their efforts.

But whether human or not, whether a blessing or a curse, he couldn’t do it. “Just don’t kill the children.”

Lifting his head, Chuuya sealed his fate, but with that came a deep rooted distrust that he would hold deep for the rest of his life.

He would not allow himself to be played in such a way again, he would not let his heart be laid open only for people like the Demon Prodigy to crush it between his fingers.

That’s right, he would fight and scream and curse but he would never trust again.

Because who would want to even care for something like him? Surely they would all lie, like Dazai, and like the Sheep.

No, he’d never fall for it again.

That damn son of a bitch, if that’s how you want to play it. I’m in.

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(Present Day)

Shoving his hands in his pockets, Chuuya made his way down the dark Yokohama streets as he shook away bad memories he would like to forget. They needed to focus. Someone was murdering port mafia members and it was their job to stop it. That’s all that mattered now.

He then glanced behind him only to mentally groan at the reminder of Dazai’s girlfriend following behind them, a slight skip to her step like she was going to a colorful kids birthday party and not a possible murder scene.

That girl, he couldn’t get over her, she was a certified nutcase. He didn’t trust her, not one bit. He had learned better after all, ready for her to stab him in the back at any second of the day. A means to an end, that’s what he has to keep telling himself.

He’d use her and then he’d never see her again.

Besides, what the hell was she talking about, wanting to be his friend so badly? There’s no way he’d want someone certifiably insane like her so close. That was a death sentence waiting to happen. She was playing him, she had to be.

There was no way she was actually serious about such a ridiculous thing.

Meanwhile, Iceman was having another problem, the man not having broken his eyes from the small auburn haired dorky looking girl since they left the base. There was still something about her he didn’t like, and although she hid it well, he was going to find out soon enough.

Because if she was a threat to his colleagues then he would do something about it.

And that was a promise.

He then paused when Asagao’s voice rang out next to him, a calm smile on her lips. “Iceman, right? I can see why they call you that. I can feel the cold chill from here haha.”

The man narrows his eyes before replying. “You knew I was watching you..”

Asa shrugs her shoulders. “A bit yeah. Am I really that fascinating?”

She downplayed it but her response only made him even more suspicious. He was being subtle about profiling her and yet she noticed so quickly. She was smarter than she led on, and that was a dangerous sentiment.

Iceman frowns at the idea. “You’re hiding something and I’m gonna find out what it is.”

He watched her reaction, to see him there is any unease there but she simply laughs, like it’s a funny joke. “Ah, well aren’t we all hiding something? I mean you’re an assassin right? I bet you got all sorts of skeletons in your closet, yeah?”

She wasn’t denying it, How odd. “I suppose.”

Asagao smiles at that, nodding in step with him. “I knew it! I bet you have a lot of nasty kills under your belt huh?”

Iceman raises an eye at that. “You don’t seem bothered by that..”

Asa laughs in reply. “Why should I be? It’s just your job.”

The man paused at the notion. While yes that’s true, the idea that this sixteen year old kid was just laughing off the idea of murder was not normal. Usually someone would steer away from those kinds of topics but not only was she encouraging it, she was bringing it up.

Tilting her head, the kid pauses in naive confusion. “Hm? Did I say something wrong?”

Iceman then took a breath before approaching the topic carefully. “Not many young girls have that kind of mindset, not many people for that matter. You’re not disturbed at all at the idea of me being an assassin?”

Asagao turns silent for a moment, her eyes screwing together in a complex thought like she couldn’t understand his words. “Mm they don’t? How odd. I don’t see why it would disturb them. It’s just orders after all. You get told what target to kill and then you do it? Seems simple to me.”

Iceman stops walking at that, his eyes widening in shock at what she casually just said. “Just orders? I’m taking people’s lives.”

She only nods in reply, not understanding the gravity of the situation at all. “Yeah, I know that. But it’s nothing personal. Just orders. An indifference.”

An indifference? Was she serious? Perhaps in simple terms it was that black and white but nothing was that simple. He may be an assassin but the act of ending another person wasn’t anything like she was saying.

Yes he had orders and yes he carried them out but with each life there was a sort of guilt, the humanity in him, never able to fully detach from the depravity from the action. He did it anyway but to be completely void of emotion when pulling that trigger, that was a kind of heartlessness he wasn’t able to achieve.

Regardless of who they were or how evil or innocent they were, they were still people and ignoring that felt like a disservice to the trigger he pulled each and every time. Killing was anything but simple, and yet she was speaking about it like she was talking about the weather.

Just who in the hell was this kid that Chuuya found?

Iceman then felt his next words form without permission. “You’ve killed before.”

It was a statement, something he had no proof of and yet somehow wholeheartedly believed. The assassin in him was screaming it from the very depths of his lungs. This little girl had seen darkness, and perhaps had also created it as well.

Asagao pauses at that, looking back at where Iceman had stopped walking, a look in her eyes under the dorky glasses she wears that is absolutely unreadable. She doesn’t answer his question but she doesn’t need to, the way the air shifts is enough of an answer in itself.

Something hidden behind those glasses, something lurking just under the happy go lucky persona she puts on for everyone else. Iceman could see it, better than anyone else.

A thinly veiled danger under the surface.

He opened his mouth to confront it when Chuuya’s phone rings, causing everyone to turn to look only to watch the young ginger boy's face grow pale before hanging up and shouting. “That was Doc, he said to hurry to the wharf, there was an ambush regarding the jewel trade!”

That caused everyone to immediately pick up the pace, forgetting any previous conversation as they rushed to the scene only for Chuuya to see Asagao bumping into random people due to their retreating figures and her unreliable off prescription glasses.

Oh for the love of..

Groaning in annoyance, the boy doubled back before grabbing her hand to pull her along with them. She was such a pain the ass, unable to not be a disaster without his help all the damn time. “We don’t have time for this, let’s go!”

Asa squeaks as Chuuya pulls her along the streets of Yokohama, trying to keep up with him as she silently thanks the boy for not leaving her to get lost by herself.

They reach the wharf in record time, as they see Doc is waiting for them outside the large warehouse doors, eying Asa with interest. “Oh? Who’s the new kid?”

Chuuya brushes the introduction away though. “Not important, what happened?”

Doc then glances inside before leaning against the warehouse doors. “See for yourself, but I’d brace yourself. It isn’t pretty, even for me.”

Pushing open the warehouse doors, the Flags all freeze at the sight before them. Bodies, dozens of dead bodies face down on the cold cement floor, all of them lower level port mafia members.

The smell of iron is prevalent, causing Chuuya to clench his fists. No one dares speak, all of them too stunned by the scene to say anything.

All of them, except Asa that is, the girl not having the same reaction in the silentest as she whistles. “Damn, someone got busy in here.That’s gotta be like two dozen bodies.”

Everyone blinks in disbelief before turning to Asagao only to find her completely unbothered by the marassace. In fact, she seemed almost, impressed? But that couldn't be. This was a horrible horrific scene, who would be impressed by this?

Asagao seemed to notice the staring, pausing as she looked behind her in confusion before turning back to them. “What? What are you staring at?”

They all turn to each other again silently. Did she seriously not think anything was wrong with her reaction? Nothing at all? They couldn’t believe it.

Chuuya groans, walking past the psychotic girl with a mutter. “Ignore her, she’s fucking insane. We have to figure out who did this.”

Shaking out of their thoughts, the Flags nod before stepping inside the warehouse for clues, Iceman watching Asa very carefully as she casually strolls through the bodies like she was taking a walk through a park or something.

It was like she had no reaction to death at all, like she didn’t possess it. How strange.

Asagao looks down at the bodies carefully, cataloging the manner of their death before she hums. “These kills are personal. Stab wounds, choking, they wanted it to hurt. Hey guys, what kinda enemies do you have around here?”

The girl then notices something next to the body and slips it into her pocket with a hum.

Lippman only snorts though. “What kind of enemies don’t we have, princess? The list is pretty long.”

Chuuya nods. “Yeah, saying it was personally against the port mafia doesn’t mean much. We piss a lot of people off.”

They remain quiet at the idea. It was true, someone attacking the mafia was dumb but not unheard of. Mori screwed over a lot of people and many wanted revenge for their misdeeds, but still, something seemed wrong about this to Chuuya.

They were targeting the jewel trade now, and that was his division.

Somehow, this felt personal.

They all pause when they hear Albatross’ voice. “Hey guys, I think I found something. Come over here!”

The group follows the call over to a body in the corner only for the man to hold up a piece of paper. “This was in this guy's pocket. It looks to be an address, written hastily like it was in the middle of the attack.”

Piano Man takes the small piece of paper and sure enough, it was an address, barely legible, with blood around the edges like the man was bleeding out when he wrote it. “You think this guy was giving us a lead?”

Chuuya frowns at the sight though,it seemed too easy. “I don’t trust it. It could be a trap.”

Asagao then peeks over the boy’s shoulder though, humming in interest. “But that’s part of the fun, isn’t it? A high stakes mission that could be a trap in the end! Oh, my blood’s pumping just thinking about it!”

Turning around, Chuuya glares in her direction. She was way too happy about possibly walking to their deaths by following this note. “Could you stop being so damn giddy about this? This isn’t a game, it’s serious..”

She pouts in response as Albatross laughs, resting his arms on Asa’s head. “Oh come on Chu Chu , I agree with her. We should go see what this place is about.”

Chuuya hisses in response. “I told you to stop calling me that stupid nickname..”

Piano Man only puts his hand up though to stop the bickering. “I know it’s risky but it’s the only lead we have. I say we follow it, especially if our colleague gave his life to tell us this. It would be a disservice not to at least see what it is.”

Everyone then turns to the dead body before coming to an agreement. If this low leveled mafioso wrote them this note in his last moments alive then they had to see it through it.

The group then starts filtering out of the warehouse, Asagao turning around happily to start her first true mafioso mission when she spots Chuuya as he leans down over the dead body of the man that wrote the note before he gently closes the man's eyes so they are peacefully shut.

Blinking in confusion, Asa steps towards the boy. “Why did you do that?”

Chuuya only scoffs though, looking down at the man before muttering. “Thanking him for his service to the port mafia.”

But Asagao frowns in response, her brain not connecting the sentiment. “What’s the point? He’s already dead.”

Glaring in her direction, Chuuya gets up from his knee before walking over to her, disgust in his eyes. How could she be so heartless? “But he was human.”

Then the boy pauses, seeing the disconnect in her eyes, like she couldn't understand a simple thing like empathy for the dead.

And she couldn’t. For Asagao, she had been raised as an assassin with an assassin mindset. She pulled the trigger hundreds of times and disconnected the emotions that came with such an action time and time again, so much so her view on death was never quite right.

But she never noticed it, not until she saw the way Chuuya looked at her like she was crazy, like she was doing something wrong. So much so, she wanted to poke him more about the topic.

Yet before she could, he had already walked away, leaving her confused and bothered as she looked at the man’s dead body and felt nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Just like when she tried to think about her brother, it was that same empty feeling.

That hole inside her soul, like something had been carved out, something was missing from her humanity. Death, was it supposed to feel a certain way? Was something wrong with her?

Whirling around she calls after the boy. “Chuuya..”

He pauses at the sound of her voice, hearing the slight desperate edge of it, something he had never associated with her before. So much so, he thought it was a trick.

Turning around against his will, the kid waits for her to speak.

Asagao remains silent for a moment, her hands tensing into a ball, unsure how to approach such a sensitive topic for her before she asks. “How..how does death feel?”

And that was something Chuuya certainly didn’t expect, his eyes rising with confusion and slight annoyance as he tried to process her words. “What kind of question is that?”

His voice was sharp, accusatory, causing Asa to internally recoil a bit before pointing to the dead man with even more uncertainty. “I..I don’t know. I just..you look at this man and you feel something, right?”

The girl needed to know, she needed to see if she was just imagining it or if there truly was something she was missing. Because if Chuuya felt that same empty hole that she did when she looked at that dead man, then why did he gently close his lifeless eyes and call him human?

Asagao didn’t understand.

Chuuya frowns even more at her odd question, glancing at the low leveled grunt before turning back to her. Sure, he didn’t know the guy personally but he had given his life in the name of the port mafia, exactly like he would’ve done. They were unnamed comrades whether he liked it or not.

So of course he’d care.

But that had always been who he was, Chuuya closing his eyes for a moment as he recalls sacrificing himself to the port mafia last year in exchange to save the Sheep’s lives even though those kids had actively tried to kill him.

Pulling the trigger, ending a life, it was still something the mafioso found hard.

So of course he cared about this unnamed dead man, enough to respect him and his sacrifice for the mafia that is. But didn’t everyone feel that way?

Scoffing at her question, the boy opened his eyes to look at her again, accusatory. “Yeah. Don’t you?”

But his words were like a bullet through Asagao’s chest. He said it like it was a matter of fact, that it was second nature to do something so meaningful for the dead, like looking at this dead body was obviously supposed to invoke something inside her.

And yet, she felt nothing.

Her hellhound assassin training, it had shifted something she didn’t even know.

Not until now.

A horrible thought then crossed her mind. If Dazai died would she look at his body with this same empty void? Would she look at his corpse and feel absolutely nothing as well? She couldn’t bear the thought, given that he was the most precious thing in her life.

But then again, the memory of Oda was precious to her as well and she didn’t connect to that either in any capacity. Her heart dropped at the realization that maybe this went further than just not knowing him personally. Maybe there truly was an unbalance.

How cruel of her for not having such an emotion everyone else seemed to possess.

Closing her fists even tighter to turn white, Asa felt her tongue run dry. She wanted to tell him the truth to tell him that something was wrong with her, that she was broken or defective but the words didn’t come.

Fear of judgment, fear of being looked at like a monster seeps in before she can even stop it. She wanted him to be her friend but surely he wouldn’t want her if she was an unfeeling monster, unable to process or understand the sentiment of death or killing.

And even though she was wearing her glasses to blur her vision, she couldn’t help but remember Chuuya’s hatred when she looked at him previously without them. No, that couldn’t happen again, she didn’t want to see it.

How vulnerable she truly was.

So instead, Asagao then closed her eyes for a moment before forcing a smile onto her lips to skip past Chuuya and lock down her insecurities. “Whaaa? What kind of question is that? Of course I do. Just wanted to get on the same page. Now, let’s catch up with the others! We got a lead to follow!”

Then she races out of the warehouse, not looking at the dozens of bodies as she goes, not because she couldn’t bear to see them..

But because she didn’t want Chuuya to know how broken she truly was.

——-

They group arrived at the large unassuming high rise building that had the same location as the note the dead mafioso had in his pocket before they snuck around the back and immediately thought of a plan.

Having no idea what they were going to walk in on, any solution was going to be risky but this was the best shot they had in order to find out who was really killing port mafia members so brutally.

Piano Man hums before whispering low. “Alright, first things first, before we do anything we’re gonna have to find a way to disable the security systems so we can walk around a bit more freely.”

Asa then raises her hand, waving it around like an excited toddler. “Oh, me! Pick me, I can do it!”

The group turns to her, some skeptical, some amused as Lippman chuckles. “You sure, princess? This is a pretty risky job.”

She only nods though, eager and ready as she bounces on the heels of her feet. “Yes, I can do it! I promise, I’ll disable those security systems super fast, you can count on me!”

Chuuya raises an eye in concern before all the other Flags look at him and he sighs. She was crazy but he’s seen how convincing she can be, so he vouches for her. “Yeah, she probably can do it.”

Asagao then claps her hands in joy. “Yay, thank you Chu Chu!”

But the ginger then raises a hand to stop her from getting too excited. “Don’t thank me,I still don’t trust you. So you’ll be wearing a wire to make sure you don’t do anything dumb.”

She doesn’t seem to mind though, taking the suggestion in stride. “Oooh a wire? It’s like a real life spy mission! Alright I’m game!”

Chuuya then groans before gesturing to the others as they fit her with the wire, Asagao humming happily as they do so.

Albatross can’t help but chuckle. “Hey kid, you seem really excited about this but be careful, yeah? We wouldn’t want you to get stabbed or poisoned or anything haha.”

The girl gives him a thumbs up in response. “No worries! My body detoxes poison pretty fast anyways so I’m good!”

Pausing for a moment, the mafioso then bursts out laughing, ruffling her hair with affection. “Oh I like you! You’re so interesting Asa. I never know what you’re gonna say next, it’s great!”

Asagao laughs as well, beaming at the compliment, which is strange for her since usually people don’t take to her odd mannerisms very well. Well, everyone except Dazai. He was always the expectation.

Once they are done with the wire, Asa spins around in joy before puffing her cheeks out cutely to hype herself up for the upcoming undercover mission they assigned her on.

She then takes in a breath before reaching for her clothes and ripping them in various places before she turns to Chuuya with a smile. “Chu Chu, punch me!”

And the boy freezes, his jaw dropping open in shock. “The hell?”

Asa nods before pointing to her eye. “You heard me, it’s for the mission. Punch me.”

But as much as he hated her, punching a girl like her, especially Dazai’s girlfriend, was certainly something that wasn’t on his list. “I’m not punching you.”

Asa only whines though, taking a step closer. “Come onnn Chu Chu, you know you wanna. I’m giving you a free shot.”

His eyes can’t help but twitch at the nickname. “Don’t call me that, damn it. I’m not punching you.”

Humming softly, the auburn girl then pauses before smiling again. “That’s fine, you probably can’t reach my face anyway since you’re so short . Samu would be able to reach, too bad he’s not here.”

Almost immediately, Chuuya felt his anger spike at being called short. This little bitch was egging him on, how dare she. “Cut it out, it’s not gonna work.”

Asa doesn’t cut it out though, continuing her condescending tone. “Mmm cut what out? I’m just saying you’re too short to reach my eye. It’s true isn’t it?”

And hook line and sinker, her words triggered an automatic response in Chuuya, one that was learned by him the day that he met that stupid mackerel Dazai. She wanted him to hit her? Then to hell with it.

Lifting his fist, Asa then smirks before quickly taking off her glasses and closing her eyes as he punches her in the eye, relatively hard as she stumbles back and the other Flags catch her.

Seething, the boy then pulls back his hand, taking a breath and waiting for her regret only for Asagao to jump back up, wiping a bit of blood from her nose and she laughs maniacally. “Ah, that’s what I’m talking about! You didn't hold back either, good job Chu Chu!”

He just eyes her, blinking with disbelief. “You're not normal.”

Waving the comment away, Asa smiles, putting her glasses back on to her forming black eye. “Ha ha yeah, I get that a lot. Alright, time to disable those security systems, watch me work my magic!”

Then she disappears from around the building, causing all the Flags to watch her with silent amusement as Lippman chuckles under his breath. “Hey Chuuya, is she always like this?”

Looking down at his knuckles where he punched her, the boy then groans before closing his eyes, utterly exhausted.

“Unfortunately.”

——

Slipping to the front of the building, Asagao then takes in a breath before mentally preparing herself to get to work. They were all listening to her through the wire, after all. She had to impress them.

She gives one last look at her torn dress and black eye before racing up to the doors of the building, rushing in as she falls onto the floor with a sob and a panicked breath. She ignores the men reaching for their weapons.

Show time.

Looking up with pleading eyes, Asa cries. “H-Help..please help me. I’m being chased. I..they robbed me. I don’t know what to do. I need help. They took my phone.”

She sniffles pathetically, playing up the “hurt child” angle as the security guard looks down at her with suspicion before asking. “How old are you, kid?”

Asa whimpers in reply. “I’m...sixteen. Just turned sixteen. Please sir, I’m scared..”

Grabbing onto his shirt with shaking fingers, she looks up at him, giving her best doe eyes, blinking back tears as the officer looks at her black eye and softens.

Got him.

The man then gently takes her hand before helping her off the floor. “Come on. You said you lost your phone right? You can borrow ours. We have one in the security room.”

Nodding in reply, Asa cries even louder, visually thankful as she reaches forward and hugs the officer with her small shaking arms. “O-Oh thank you thank you thank you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

The officer chuckles at her vulnerable display, softening even more as Asa silently pickpockets his keys and puts them in her pocket before he pulls away, none the wiser. “It’s alright kid, come on. Let’s go call the police and then your parents.”

She nods and follows the man into the building, silently taking note of all the security cameras and sensors in the area as they enter the small security room with cameras lining the walls. There are a couple men in there, surveying the scene.

The officer walks over to the phone and puts it up to his ear, ready to dial as Asa speaks again. “Hey mister? I’m really sorry about this. No hard feelings, okay?”

Lifting his head from the phone, the man then raises an eye before Asa grabs his head and slams it into the security desk as everyone jumps back, another man reaching for a button on a console before she smirks. “I don’t think so.”

She then uses her time stop ability, the world turns to a standstill as she quickly moves throughout the room, using her five seconds to grab the man’s face and slam it into the desk as well before turning it off and moving to the side.

The guard just barely sees his friend fall unconscious before Asa does the same, stopping time to kick the man’s legs out from underneath him and putting her hands around his unassuming neck, squeezing just enough so that even when she starts time he falls unconscious as well.

And then the room is quiet, Asagao humming absentmindedly as she steps over the unconscious men in order to sit in the spinning chair by the desk, grab the donut the security guard was eating before pushing a button and disabling all the security cameras. “Done.”

Spinning around a couple times in the chair, the girl then casually gets up before glancing at the unconscious guards and taking a bite of the donut with a smirk.

“Like I said, no hard feelings.”

——

Chuuya sighs, tapping his foot impatiently as the team waits for her to return. They heard her little act through the wire and though it was quite scary how she could switch up so quickly, they all couldn't help but be impressed.

Her cries, whimpers and pleas, they all seemed so real. She even willingly got Chuuya to punch her in the eye and ripped her clothes to truly make it look like she was a damsel in distress.

They then watch in awe as the small red light of the security camera across from their hiding spot turns dark, signaling that the systems were disabled. She did it, Asagao managed to complete the job. In record time too.

It made the Flags wonder just who the real Asagao was if she was able to fool and manipulate the guards that easily. Did that also mean that the happy go lucky childlike personality they saw all night was also fake? Many weren’t sure if they wanted to truly find out.

Piano Man is the first to speak, glancing to the annoyed ginger. “Hey Chuuya, where did you pick her up again?”

The Flags all nod, wondering the same thing as Chuuya pinches the tip of his nose in the start of a headache. “It doesn’t matter, she’s a friend of that bandaged bastard Dazai. That’s all.”

Lippman raises an eye at that. “Dazai? Ah, well that explains it. This definitely isn’t the princess' first rodeo then. I’m impressed.”

Albatross laughs. “Yeah, if she really gets those results maybe should keep her, right Iceman?”

The assassin stays quiet but narrows his eyes at the idea, not liking it when Chuuya cuts him off harshly. “Oh hell no. We are not asking her to join us. If I have to be around her everyday I’m going to lose my mind!”

The group only laughs at the kid’s misfortune as a hot ball of anger courses through him. They were treating this like all some kind of sick joke but the idea of Dazai’s crazy ass girlfriend joining them on more missions was anything but funny.

She was good, yeah, he didn’t deny that. She was damn good at deceiving people and tearing them apart but she was also unpredictable, without a semblance of a normal thought. The Flags had seen a little taste of her insanity but Chuuya had seen way worse. These guys didn’t know who they were dealing with, that’s for sure.

But he had first hand experience, remembering how she willingly played damsel in distress just for the sole purpose of playing with him and getting him to agree to the stupid ass “Chu Chu” nickname.

She was unpredictable, in the worst way possible and he wanted nothing to do with it after tonight, that was for sure.

That, and Dazai would never allow it either way, considering his ass was super paranoid about her joining the mafia for some reason. But that was besides the point, he didn’t want her anyways.

Albatross only snickers though. “Sounds like Chuuya is intimidated by a little girl.”

Feeling his shoulders coil tense as the Flags continued to tease him about the girl, Chuuya felt his fists ball in irritation. They had no idea, no fucking idea how easily it would be for Asa to stab them in the back.

Hell, she probably was planning it already. But unlike last year with the Flags he was smart. He wasn’t going to fall for it. This whole friendship ploy from her, it was all one big joke. He knew it.

Chuuya would not let her sneak up on him, he would not be that vulnerable again.

Turning to the group, the boy glared. “Hey, I’m not intimidated! And I mean it! Don’t even think about letting her join. This isn’t some kind of funny joke. I’m not going to let that little brat walk all over me!”

Yet that’s when they all hear her voice, directly behind Chuuya, appearing out of seemingly nowhere as she giggles, feeling her breath on his neck and the scent of vanilla from her shampoo. “Hii I’m back!”

Chuuya immediately feels his soul leave his body, jumping back with wide eyes, his heart hammering in his chest as a small shout of fear escapes his lips, Asa scaring the absolute shit out of him. “What the fuck?!”

And there she is, standing innocently behind him with that same small smile on her lips, her hands lifting out in defense as The Flags burst out in a loud boisterous laughter and their half dead friend clinging for breath from her sudden appearance.

Albatross has to hold his knees to contain his chuckles as he wipes a tear from his eye. “Oh, that was too good! Red, you’re amazing. Poor Chuuya’s soul left his body!”

But Chuuya’s face only turned bright red in embarrassment, recovering from his panic before feeling it switch to livid anger. “W-What, what the hell is wrong with you?! Where did you come from?!”

Asagao doesn’t react to his anger, seemingly turning her head cutely. “Hm? Oh, I used my ability to get here faster. Sorry Chu Chu, did I scare you? I just got excited hehe!”

The boy’s eye twitches at that, resisting the urge to strangle her. She was clearly making fun of him, unbelievable. “You and your damn time stop ability, it pisses me off. And no, I wasn’t scared. Shut up.”

Strolling up to him, Lippman only smirks though, putting an arm around his shoulder. “Come on man, let’s be honest. You totally were scared of this little cutie. Speaking of which, that’s quite a magic trick you got there princess. I’m impressed.”

Piano Man nods, a small smile on his lips: “He’s right. You even managed to disable all the security systems. Good job, kid.”

Asagao widened her eyes at that, jumping forward at the praise, like she hadn’t heard it very often for her skill. “Really? I did a good job?”

Piano Man only laughs though his eyes softening as he gently pats her head. “Yeah kid, you did good. Now we can go into the building undetected. Come on guys, time to figure out who’s behind this.”

They all nod, walking in through the back door as Chuuya slumps behind, still pissed off and embarrassed about the fact that she was able to sneak up on him so easily. If she wanted to she could’ve slit his throat right then and there.

Asa glances behind her though, noticing his distress and turning around to meet him in order to reach out to grab his hand before the boy immediately recoils, slapping the gesture away and walking past her. “Don’t touch me. Let’s just get this over with so I don’t have to see you again.”

He didn’t trust her, no way in hell. Especially not after that little stunt of hers.

It was a defense mechanism, learned from a life of being betrayed, a life of being played and toyed with more times then he could count. This gesture of reassurance, it was also fake. It had to be.

But the real truth was, Chuuya felt vulnerable right now, given that he was able to be bested so easily. He didn’t like it, it made his defenses go up ten fold. He felt weak, and that was a death sentence in itself. She’d see it and take advantage of it.

So much so, he didn’t even look back to see the effect of his careless words as he simply moved forward to try to forget about her.

No, he couldn’t be vulnerable with her. She’d stab him in the back.

If he showed her his heart, surely she’d carve it up.

——

As the group moved through the building, they pause at a records room, glancing at the door before Asagao takes out the keys she pickpocketed from the security guard earlier to open the door as the others stand in awe.

Lippman beams, strolling inside the dark room. “Whoa princess, remind me to always have you on our team. You’re a force to be reckoned with.”

But this time, Asa doesn’t answer, seemingly zoned out as Albatross puts a hand to her head to bring her back to reality. “What’s wrong, Red? Why the long face?”

Snapping back, the girl then blinks before forcing a smile to her lips. “Oh,it’s nothing. It’s just..I think Chu Chu hates me.”

The two men then look at each other before Lippman smiles. “Nah princess, he’s always like that. Chuuya’s a guarded guy. Pretty rough around the edges. I’m sure he doesn’t hate a cutie like you.”

Albatross nods. “Yeah Red, you should just talk to him. He’ll tell you the truth.”

The two then walk to the other side of the room to start going through the records as Asagao’s eyes shift to Chuuya’s form a couple feet away. Everything about him screamed unapproachable but she never did listen to such cue’s, walking over to him tentatively.

She settles next to him, starting to look through the files before taking a breath. “Hey Chu Chu? I just wanted to apologize.”

Chuuya pauses his fingers before continuing to look through the files, a scowl on his face. The last thing he wanted right now was to deal with her. “For what?”

He hears her pause for a second before speaking softly. “For everything I guess. I keep making you mad. Then again, that’s not really new for me…”

She trails off and Chuuya stays silent. She sounded so..sad? But he knew better to believe that. He knew how quickly she could change her personality to fit the situation.

Scoffing, the boy replied sharply. “Yeah, you piss me off.”

Asagao gives a sad laugh at that. “Yeah, that sounds right. I alway go too far.”

There’s a small bit of silence between them before she continues. “It’s just..when Samu told me about you I really wanted to meet you.”

Chuuya frowns at that, finally turning his head to look at her in skepticism, seeing her eyes cast down to the files infront of her in some sort of defeat. Why did she look so pathetic and small right now? He didn’t like it.

Speaking, he frowns. “Why the hell would you want to meet me?”

Her eyes soften at that, a hint of vulnerability in them. “I just thought that if you handle Samu, then maybe..maybe you’d want to be friends with me too.”

Chuuya couldn’t help but stop what he was doing, hearing her statement before his frown became more prevalent. Why in the hell would he want another mini Dazai running around him? Her logic was screwed up.

But before he could answer, she continued. “I know I’m not exactly..easy to get along with. Not many people stick around because I always manage to make them hate me some way or another. But..I really didn’t want that to happen with you Chuuya.”

Her hands then tighten on the files as a bitter chuckle escaped her lips. “But maybe I’m just being selfish, thinking about what I want rather than what you want. Maybe that’s why I’ve been so alone this whole time.”

Processing the words, Chuuya narrowed his eyes. What was she talking about? As far as he’s seen she was anything but alone. “Alone? You have that idiot boyfriend of yours.”

And as much as the boy hated Dazai with his entire being, he couldn’t deny that Asagao and that bandaged bastard fit well together. Like a match made in hell.

Although that’s when Asa gives a small chuckle, casually saying. “Ah well you see..Samu’s only my boyfriend in name. That’s all.”

The words hit him like a strike of lightning, his fingers immediately freezing from whatever he was looking at in order to turn and face her. He heard that wrong right? The way those two were all over each other the last time he saw them, there was no way that was fake.

She was messing with him, she had to be. “In name? You two aren’t really dating?”

But Asagao only shook her head in reply, a smile on her lips that didn’t seem fully genuine.”No, it’s not like that. We’re just using each other to get what we want, that’s all.”

What kind of fucked up reasoning was that? Using them to get what they want? What kind of screwed up relationship did she actually have with Dazai then? “You can’t be serious..”

Asa then turned to him, finally lifting her head for the first time during the conversation, a resigned look in her eyes . “I am. We’re not like that. I just have something he needs and he has something I need, that’s all it is to it.”

This sent Chuuya’s head reeling. None of it made any goddamn sense in the slightest. “So, you haven’t like kissed or anything? It’s just transactional?”

Yet at the word “kissed” Asagao’s eyes widen as her entire face turns red and she shifts her head down to look back at the files, recalling the memory she was trying to forget of Samu and her kissing while they were drunk. “I..well…that doesn’t matter, it still doesn't mean anything. Nothing has changed between us. It’s still transactional.”

But her response only made Chuuya even more confused. “Wait, you have kissed?”

Burying her face into the files in embarrassment for her burning cheeks, Asa stuttered. “S-So what? It was just a test, it didn’t mean anything. Not to him anyways. So it’s fine..”

Chuuya deadpans. “But it meant something to you obviously.”

Asagao then closes her eyes before covering her face with her hands.She really didn’t want to talk about this, especially since she wasn’t sure herself what it meant. “I…it doesn’t matter. He doesn't feel that way about me. I’m happy just the way we are, I couldn’t ask for more. Besides, even if it was..that way, there’s no way he’d like me like that so it’s fine.”

And that pissed Chuuya off. What the hell was this self deprecating thought process she had all of a sudden? She was always so sure of herself to a fault and now it was completely different. He didn’t like it.

Taking a step closer to her, the boy glares. “Why the hell not? You may be insufferable but if anyone could handle you it would be that shitty Dazai.”

He believed that with his whole heart. Yes, she was batshit insane but so was Dazai. He knew that kid for a whole ass year, knew him like the back of his hand and if that suicidal bastard was going to date anyone it would be Asagao.

But it seemed like the girl herself didn’t see that, her fingers moving to her skirt to nervously play with a hem as her eyes softened to a level of raw emotion he had never seen before from her. “I just…”

Her voice trails off but Chuuya doesn't allow her to drop the topic. “What?”

The silence is heavy, coating the entire room before Asa gives a tiny pathetic chuckle under her breath before finally speaking softly. “That emotion, I don’t think I’m made for that kind of thing, that’s all.”

Her words caused Chuuya to immediately widen his eyes as a pit dropped inside his stomach. Not made for what? Care, compassion, love? Did she truly think that?

And the first thought was for him to believe that she was lying, that she was giving him this whole sad sob story to let his guard down but the look in her eyes, that couldn’t be faked, or at least it was damn hard to do.

So much so, his voice echoed in the same whisper tone. “You don’t think you can be loved..?”

She doesn’t answer, she doesn’t have to, because the silence was answer enough as she bows her head in resignation before continuing to look through the files like she hadn’t just answered the most heart wrenching question of all.

Did she truly believe she couldn’t be loved, by anyone, by even Dazai? Chuuya could hardly believe it. What a sad horrible belief she held inside her. He wondered why she thought that was the case?

Sure, she was hard to manage and had a tendency to piss him off more times then not but to say that she would never be loved by anyone ever was taking it a bit too far. “Why?”

The word is simple, but held a thousand questions, a thousand thoughts and a thousand feelings. He needed to know, he felt like he won’t be able to breathe without knowing why she hates herself so much.

Yet inside Asagao’s head, her mind turns with every negative thought she could possess. She remembers how she looked at those dead bodies earlier with no emotion, how she never says the right thing and mixes up her emotions because she was never taught how to process them correctly.

She remembers the orders she received as an assassin when she was five, how she pulled that trigger a million times without even thinking about closing the corpses eyes like Chuuya had done in that warehouse. How could she possibly be worthy of love when she was missing basic human compassion?

How could she be held by Osamu and voice her feelings for him when she had trampled on the lives of thousands of people like nothing? Even her own brother, she couldn’t feel a speck of grief for him even though she had heard so many stories from Dazai.

There was something wrong with her, deeply deeply wrong. How could she be worthy to be loved when no one had ever stuck around long then day unless it was out of obligations or some sort of transactional means?

Taking a shaky breath, Asagao then closes her eyes before speaking, just barely above a whisper. “How can I when I don't even know if I’m fully human..”

And the words hit him immediately, Chuuya’ heart stopping inside his chest. Human. She didn’t think she was human..just like him.

Fuck, what was she doing, voicing his internal thoughts and spitting them back out to him like it was nothing? The idea of being a robot, the feeling of being this monster that wasn’t worthy of the simple concept of love.

He felt exactly the same way.

Because Chuuya didn’t feel human, not in the slightest. He didn’t dream, he had little memory to understand and hold close. How dare she say that, she had no fucking idea what it was like to have this void inside his chest, this black hole that could never be filled no matter how desperately he wanted it to be.

But the more he looked at her, the more he saw the pain and the regret in her eyes. She hid it well, behind those large round glasses of hers. A wall of protection, of witty comments and manipulative ideas.

But in this moment of silence, he couldn't help but see a reflection of himself.

And he absolutely hated it.

There was no way. She was supposed to like Dazai, she was supposed to be evil and cruel, recognizing her flaws and yet not caring about them in any way shape or form. That’s what she displayed usually.

But the Asagao he was looking at now, it was different. More solemn and pensive, like she was lost in her thoughts and drowning in her hidden feelings. It was supposed to be black and white, and yet now he saw the grey.

The messy, uncertain grey.

So much so, the words slipped out before he could process them. “Me either.”

Almost immediately, he shuts his lips again, panic on his face. Why did he say that? Why did he give her a weakness so easily? She was going to use it now, she was going to take it and throw it back in his face to destroy him.

Yet the more he looked at her shocked expression, a small bit of hope unwillingly crept it. Maybe she did truly understand the complex feelings he was carrying alone.

Perhaps she was more like him than he originally thought.

It was something he didn’t even humor until now. But could it finally be? Was there someone that was uncertain about their humanity like he was? Could he finally confide in someone with his darkest fears? He didn’t know.

But the possibility was there, and it was both incredibly scary yet comforting at the same exact time. She was dangerous, he shouldn’t be humoring the thought and yet he can’t help it, having been so alone his entire life.

He opened his mouth to speak again when the Flags cut through the space, their voices breaking the tension in the air as Albatross spoke. “Hey guys, I found something! It’s a file laying out the assassinations of those port mafia members from earlier.”

The two kids immediately turn to him before walking over to look at the file and sure enough there it was, a fully laid out plan of the murders they had stumbled upon just hours prior. Whoever these people were, they were certainly involved.

Chuuya finishes reading the file before grumbling. “It’s a start but there’s nothing in here to suggest who it was. We’re back to square one, just fucking great.”

Although that’s when Asa takes a look at Chuuya's discouraged expression and reaches into her pocket with a giddy smile, aiming to make him feel better. “Aw don’t be sad Chu Chu. The murders were done by the GSS.”

The air immediately turned silent, all of them turning to Asa as she stands there unbothered, like she hadn’t just solved the case they had been spending all night breaking into this building and trying to figure out.

Piano Man takes a step closer to her, cautious. “And how do you know that, kid?”

Asa then pulls something out of her pocket to hand to Chuuya as he stares at the object with disbelief and shock. In his palm was a bullet shell, monogrammed with the initials GSS on them.

Holy shit.

But the GSS were supposed to be wiped out by Dazai’s crew after he joined the mafia. Did some survive somehow, and now they were taking revenge on the port mafia for the attempted genocide?

Snapping his head to Asagao, he closed his hand around the bullet shell before taking a step closer to her, his voice laced with a million emotions. “Where..where the hell did you get this?”

Asa only hums though, glancing to the shell before pointing behind her. “Oh, the warehouse. It was next to one of the bodies.”

…the warehouse? But that was hours ago. That was before they found the lead to bring them to this building. Ever so slowly, Chuuya’s disbelief starts to turn to anger.

You’ve got be kidding me, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. She was hiding this the entire time?! Why, to play around with them?! To watch them run around like headless chickens trying to solve a case that was already figured out?!

Feeling his voice raise, Chuuya shouted. “What?! And you didn’t tell us?! Why?!

Asa didn’t seem to expect his anger, putting her hands up with defense as she took a step back with a nervous chuckle. “Ah, well..I was going to, but then our mission would’ve been over, and I wanted to spend more time with you. We were having fun, weren’t we?”

Having fun? Having fun?! Chuuya was livid. “Having fun..this isn’t a goddamn game! This could’ve been done hours ago and yet you withheld information just so we could..hang out?! You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. People could’ve died while you were fucking around!”

His words were sharp and lethal like venom, causing Asa to begin to realize her logic wasn’t exactly right and she tries to defend herself. “I..I mean yeah but..no one died. Come on Chu Chu, I thought we were really bonding back there for a second..”

Bonding? That’s why she drew this out, so she could bond with him? That had to be the absolute worst reasoning he had ever heard of. This wasn’t some summer camp where they made friendship bracelets and bonded over a campfire, this was a real mafia mission and she was treating it like a goddamn joke!

Then Chuuya recalls the moment they shared right before this. Fuck, she knows his fear about not being human. He let his stupid tongue slip and now she was going to betray him. That’s always how it went.

What was wrong with him? Why did he open up to her?

It bit him in the ass as always.

She reaches a hand out but he slaps it away fuming. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! We weren't bonding, no way in hell. I only brought you here because I had to, not because I wanted to and you treated this like it was all some goddamn joke. I knew this was a bad idea, I knew having a psychopath on this job like you was a mistake..”

Asa tries to speak again. “Chu Chu..I..but we’re friends and I just wanted to..”

But he cuts her off, far too paranoid of her using anything against him and furious to even listen to any other bullshit from her lips. “No, shut the hell up. We are not friends, we never were and we never will be. You may have blackmailed me into agreeing to that stupid request but it will never be real, ever. I would never want to be friends with someone like you.”

The Flags all look at Chuuya, feeling the tension in the air as Piano Man takes a step forward. He knew the boy was angry but he was going to say something he regretted. “Chuuya..”

But the kid didn’t want to hear it, shaking his head and pointing an accusatory finger at Dazai’s crazy ass girlfriend. “All you do is manipulate and lie and treat everyone like your own personal playthings and I’m sick of it. Just stay the hell away from me!”

He tries to turn to leave but Asagao doesn’t know when to stop, her feet racing up to him as she reaches her hand out to stop him only for the boy to quickly whirl around and grab her shirt, pulling her closer and hissing. “No wonder why Dazai’s relationship with you is in name only. That’s all anyone would ever want to be with you.”

Watching her eyes widen at his words, he knew it hurt her but that was the point. She was getting too close to him and he needed her to go away, not knowing any other liabilities about him that she could use.

He was self destructing, it was obvious, but knowing was not enough to stop it. Keep everyone at a distance, never let them know how broken he really was, lashing out with anger and insults. That’s all he knew how to do best.

Protecting himself by a wall so no one ever came in.

Especially her.

Chuuya then pushes her away as she falls into a sensor and the alarm bells ring all around the room, causing his clouded fury to finally dissipate at his eyes to widen. Shit.

He then blinks as Asagao disappears from his sight, probably using her time stop ability as the rest of the Flags curse at the alarms, Albatross grabbing Chuuya’s arm. “Come on man, we gotta go!”

Feeling pulled in many different directions, Chuuya rushes through the hallways, alarms blaring and disorienting him as his head spun from his previous display.

Everything was just moving so fast, he couldn’t breathe.

The Flags then shoved the file with the information about the murders into his chest before telling him to run, vaguely seeing hoards of armed guards around as he acted on autopilot and dashed away from them.

He moved to higher ground, hearing the sound of fighting underneath him as Chuuya makes it onto a platform before he freezes at the sound of a familiar voice, one that made his blood run cold and his anger spike all at once. “Well well well, look who it is. Our fallen King.”

Snapping his head up, he found himself face to face with the kid that betrayed him an entire year ago, his white spiky hair and fur collared jacket just the same as he remembered.

Shirase.

Chuuya gritted his teeth, standing up straight to face his past. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Shirase only chucked though, putting his hands in his pocket. “Oh, you didn’t like the gifts I’ve been sending you? Dozens of mafioso corpses, all because you just wouldn’t die like you were supposed to a year ago.”

Widening his eyes, the pieces immediately snapped together. The jewel trade, they targeted mafioso in the jewel trade because that was Chuuya’s division. This was all because of him. The Sheep wanted revenge and they were using what was left of the GSS to do it.

The white haired kid’s lips curve into a smirk at that. “Ah, you’re connecting the dots, huh? That’s right Chuuya, the rest of us Sheep still wanted our revenge after you sent the port mafia to destroy our alliance with the GSS. Very few remain, thanks to you.”

Chuuya glares at the explanation. “I joined the mafia so they wouldn’t kill you. I sacrificed my life so you could live and this is how you repay me? By going after my organization?”

Shirase only shrugs though. “Quiet Chuuya, stop acting like you care about us anymore. You picked your side, and we picked ours.”

Glancing down to the fight below them, Shirase then chuckles under his breath. “But I can see not much has changed. You're still alone. No one is going to come and save you, just like a year ago. They are all too busy to care about a non-human thing like you.”

Chuuya’s eyes widen at that, feeling his insecurities fester from Shirase’s words. He knew it wasn’t true, the Flags did care about him, the kid was just trying to get him to doubt that.

But somewhere in the back of his mind, that same fear crept without permission. Up on this platform it did feel the same, that small sick sense of deja vu he had felt before. Alone. Abandoned. Having no one to rely on but himself.

And that brought a form of PTSD he hadn’t planned, feeling his heart beat out of his chest. Shirase was right in a sense, not much had changed. He was still pushing people away, shoving them out of his life so they didn’t see the ugly parts of his soul.

He always did that, even when he was with the Sheep, and now he was here again.

Just like a year ago, there was no one to fight for him but himself.

It was crippling, heart wrenching in every way, knowing that in this moment he was truly and utterly alone.

Just like he deserved to be.

Shirase then smiles at Chuuya’s unraveling, his hand reaching into his pocket to pull out a blade, a carbon copy like last year as he races towards the boy to finally finish what he started.

And Chuuya didn’t realize it until the blade was mere inches from his side, the boy’s eyes widening barely having time to react as his brain told him that it was always supposed to be like this.

He was weak, too weak to ever ask for help.

The boy then closed his eyes and waited for the familiar sting of the blade to course through him, for that same helpless and vulnerable feeling to appear..

But it never came.

Opening his eyes in confusion, Chuuya then felt his nostrils ring with the scent of vanilla, a familiar deja vu filling his senses as he turned back to Shirase and widened his eyes at the sight.

Asagao, the girl that he had yelled at and had just told to get lost was standing in front of him, the blade that was meant for him plunged deep into her side like she had taken the strike for him.

Shirase blinked in disbelief at the girl who had mysteriously appeared out of nowhere, reeling back with a shout. “W-Who..how did you…”

But Chuuya knew the answer before she said anything. Her time stop ability, the one that snuck up on him earlier, she had used it to put herself in front of that knife. But why?

Asa only smirks though, her face not showing any signs of pain as she simply takes the handle of the blade and pulls it out of her side, allowing it to clang on the floor. “Nice try, but Chu Chu’s not alone. He has me.”

Shirase takes a step backwards, not understanding what was happening. “Y-You..who are you? You didn’t even wince..”

Chuuya on the other hand is still struggling to understand what is going on, watching as the blood slowly stained her side and his heart dropped in his chest. She just got stabbed for him. Why? He didn’t deserve that.

She had no reason to after he berated her so harshly just minutes ago.

So much so, his voice came out a whisper, his eyes never leaving her wounded side. “A-Asa..”

But she only glanced behind him and smiled, like she’s trying to reassure him she’s okay.

Then Asa turned back to Shirase before putting her hands out in front of the ginger haired boy, her eyes narrowing with a fire and a threat behind her glasses that made his blood run cold. “The name is Asagao, and though I’m not worthy enough to be Chuuya’s friend yet, I’m going to work hard to earn the meaning of that title. So, back off. He’s protected.”

And all at once, Chuuya felt his heart stop, tears threatening to break free.

Oh. So this was what he was missing.

Someone to fight for him.

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(This chapter was a pain in my ass I've been writing it forever. I hope Chuuya's characterization is alright. It's my first time doing a study on him ahhh. Okay next chapter should be soon I'm already halfway down. Also If you're missing Dazai..well you won't be for long.)

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violetyakumo · 3 months ago

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Flags & Chuuya Writing Prompts

@bonne-chanson Here you go, some ideas for the Flags, Chuuya, and the reader :D Everyone else feel free to use them as well, enjoy!

(Sfw) As a group:

Game night - board games, billiards, arcade games, etc.

Amusement park or aquarium trip - Yokohama Cosmo World, Disney, Universal, Tokyo Sea Life Park, Sumida Aquarium, etc.

Escape rooms - Who figured it out easily? Who's going to kick down the door? Who sits back and watches the chaos unfold? Who is the one causing all the chaos?

Secret Santa or White Elephant gifts - Who gives the weirdest gift? How about the funniest? Who wears the ugly Christmas sweater?

New Year's shrine visits - Who sleeps in because they're hungover from the night before? Who wakes up to watch the sunrise? What omikuji/fortunes do they get and their reactions to them?

Ice skating at the Tokyo Skytree Town - Who is good at it? Who falls on their ass? and who just stands back smugly and watches with a cup of hot chocolate?

Valentine's/White Day - What are the boys' reactions to receiving Valentine's Day chocolates from the reader? What are their return gifts for white day?

Cherry Blossom Viewing - A rare moment of peace and quiet for the Flags, Lippmann suggests they go enjoy the ephemeral beauty of the cherry blossoms.

Surprise birthday party - Who likes the attention? Who doesn't care for their birthday? The boys surprise the reader with a party, what gifts do they give? What kind of cake do they get for reader?

Live music shows - Who drags the group to an idol concert? How about a rock concert? Chuuya canonically likes music, what was his first experience with music that awoke that interest?

Movie night - What movie genres do they watch? Lippmann just starred in a new movie and wants to show off to the group, who enjoys it, and who comments every 5 minutes?

Karaoke - What songs do they pick? Who is a good singer? Who isn't? Who gets completely trashed and screams out the lyrics to their favorite song?

Yakatabune dinner cruise - dinner date anyone? Good food and unlimited drinks on a boat, what could possibly go wrong...

Family dinner at someone's apartment - a formal sit-down dinner where they pretend to be sane people. Can't you guys just be normal FOR 5 GODDAMN MINUTES?

Enjoying a festival together - Sneaking off with one of them, first kiss during the fireworks, who wins the most prizes?

Visiting Yokohama's Chinatown - Really good food here, apparently!

Visiting the Yokohama Cup Noodles museum - making your own custom cup noodles, who gets what toppings? Who steals from someone else's cup because their chosen toppings were gross? Doc is having an aneurysm from all this sodium and processed food, someone help him.

Nerf gun war - Albatross found some Nerf guns and makes it everyone else's problem. Who is allied? Who is betrayed?

Camping trip - Chuuya's first camping trip. Who is up for it and who is spending the whole trip wanting to go home?

Stormy day - There's a record storm system heading towards Yokohama, and Piano Man makes the executive decision to have everyone crash reader's apartment until the rain or snow lightens up and the power is restored again. Lucky (or unlucky) you!

Midnight Existential Crisis - Hurt/comfort, Reader has a breakdown and needs to be comforted by the group. What are each of the boys' ways to calm the reader down. Who offers a cig or a drink? Who takes them on a car/motorcycle ride? Who talks with them? Who listens silently and lets them vent?

Late-night talks - they open up to the reader about their dreams and regrets.

Exploring an abandoned building - Whether it's for a mission or just for fun.

Teasing - They all love teasing the reader, much to their annoyance.

Stray kitten/puppy - The newest member of the Flags has 4 paws and a fluffy tail. One of them found a stray and the entire group takes care of it. Just make sure Mori doesn't find out!

Survival IF scenario - Angst, The Flags are warned ahead of time about Verlaine's plot to kill them and they manage to survive the encounter. Unfortunately, the reader didn't get the same memo and did not make it. What are each of their reactions to the news? How do they grieve their death?

Port Mafia Cemetery - Angst, has anyone lost any loved ones/family?

Chuuya:

Undercover together - Reader and Chuuya pretend to be a couple for a mission. Lippmann's acting lessons didn't prepare Chuuya for this. His heart feels like it's about to beat out of his chest, and the act starts to feel real.

Caught in the rain - Summer (June/July) is the rainy season in Japan and sudden rain can appear out of nowhere and pass just as quickly.

Sparing Partners - A training session gets intense, he admires the reader's strength.

Jealousy - Reader teases him by getting close to one of the Flags or Dazai and Chuuya acts before realizing what he's doing.

Drinking for the first time - drunk words are sober thoughts, and Chuuya's been doing a lot of thinking about the reader.

Post-Corruption - How would reader help Chuuya out after using corruption for the first time.

First kiss - Reader and Chuuya have been together since their time with the Sheep, he's always had his eye on them.

Star gazing - Chuuya takes the reader stargazing high above the clouds with his ability, hope you aren't afraid of heights.

Lap pillow - after an exhausting mission, nothing is better than using your crush as a lap pillow. It can be either reader using Chuuya's lap or Chuuya using the reader's lap.

Albatross:

All-night partying together - Loud music, clubbing, bar hopping, your head is going to be pounding tomorrow morning but it's so worth it just to see his smile and hear his rambunctious laughter.

Going out for a motorcycle ride - Hold on tight he can go pretty fast.

Going to a car show - Yokohama has a custom hot rod meetup every year and this year Albatross is taking you with him to show off his handiwork to you and to brag to his car buddies about his cute new SO.

"It's almost done!" - he builds reader a custom bike.

He makes the reader a playlist - what songs does he include?

What anime/shows/movies does he watch with the reader?

Cooking together - Reader cooks and he attempts to. Albatross is swiftly exiled from the kitchen before he burns it down, but he adores your cooking.

Going on a mission together - he's the reader's bodyguard and getaway driver

Teasing reader - He loves to mess with the reader, but when someone else tries to do it he gets protective.

Nervous hands - his hands are always moving, always tinkering with something, but when he finally gets the courage to hold the reader's hand, he hesitates.

Extrovert and Introvert - reader is introverted and gets "adopted" by the extroverted Albatross. You're invited to every single party he hosts or is invited to, your phone is blowing up with texts from him all hours of the day, yet he doesn't pressure you to keep the conversation going. You're his BFF now, no takesie backsies.

Doc:

Treating the reader's injuries - he shows a moment of vulnerability, please stay safe out there, he has nightmares about you dying.

Take your medicine - he has to come up with some pretty creative ways to get the reader to take their medicine. The Flags are losing it, and giving him ridiculous suggestions like hiding the pills in peanut butter.

"You trust me, right?" - Emergency field surgery from Doc, reader gets badly injured when both of them are ambushed.

Nurse - Reader is one of his nurses, whether they were hired by him or taken into the mafia alongside Chuuya.

Helping him out - he's pretty sickly and would really appreciate the TLC, saving 2 million people is a lot of work. Give Doc a massage, cook for him, read out loud when he's sprawled out on the couch after a long shift, change his IV bag when it's empty, etc.

His past studies in North America - He opens up about his past to the reader and why he wants to be closer to closer to God. Is the reader familiar with the university he studied at (if the reader is a foreigner)?

Medical Experiments - He has a new treatment to test out and reader is his only willing test subject.

A reputation to maintain - He's one of the best physicians in the port mafia, and he does his best to play off his growing crush on the reader but when the guys start to pry into his behavior around you, he gets flustered.

Iceman:

Silent bodyguard - he's always following in the shadows, keeping reader safe. The reader is either oblivious to their new protector, or they know and decide to play dumb to mess with him.

Tactical training - he's too serious when training reader, the rest of the Flags make it into a joke.

Troublesome - he says he finds reader to be annoying, but his lingering gaze says otherwise. At first, he wonders why you hang around him, but he tolerates it. Then he warms up to you and starts to expect your company.

"I don't get attached" - Famous last words.

Names - you call each other by your first names when nobody else is around.

Comfortable silence - Both of you don't talk much and would much rather sit together in silence (and this drives Albatross highkey insane).

Tea/Coffee - he brews reader their favorite drink after a mission.

Imo he'd be great for a slow burn fic.

Lippmann:

"My muse!" - You're Lippmann's muse, and he wants you to star in his latest movie with him.

Matching outfits - Lippmann picked out reader's outfit and even did your hair, the rest of the Flags tease him about his "mini-me", the joke's on them though you look amazing.

Watching one of his movies together - He gives reader all the tea on what drama was going on backstage and tells you details about each scene that you would have otherwise missed on your first watch-through.

Conflicted - Being a high-profile celebrity has its downside, like the crazy fans. He wants to parade reader around and make you guys official but he's worried about how his fans would react to you.

Museum date - He takes the reader to an art museum and explains the beauty behind each piece.

Missions together - even when out on a job he can't help but be dramatic, much to reader's amusement and exasperation. When reader is actually in danger though, he drops the theatrics and gets Mafia Serious™.

Lippmann with a creative reader - The reader likes to do various creative activities like drawing, painting, sculpting, playing music, writing, dancing, etc. He admires anything and everything you do.

"You're not watching" - Conversely, what about a reader who doesn't care much for the arts. He's determined to make you understand the worth of a film or a play to the reader by acting out a scene with the reader. Or: they don't pay attention during one of his films and he is trying to get their attention back on him.

Stage fright - Lippmann teaches the reader about how to overcome stage fright and helps them own their performance.

Piano Man:

Welcome gift - iirc when a new member joins the port mafia they get a piece of clothing. Pianoman just so happens to be the one to make such a gift to the reader.

Billiards - Reader plays a game of pool with him.

In Sync - Both of you are sent on a dangerous mission together and you work together perfectly, anticipating each other's moves, wordlessly communicating what to do next, a fine dance.

"You're distracting" - He's busy making new notes but every little thing the reader does pulls his attention away from his work. Be careful though, his attention flits between many things but his undivided attention is dangerous.

Smoke break - a cigarette break after a job turns unexpectedly deep as he reflects on his time in the mafia and his history with the reader.

Sense of humor - Reader and Piano Man scheme and come up with bad jokes to share with the Flags, doing 1000 points of psychic damage to everyone in the room with dad jokes and using memes incorrectly.

Piano - If he knows how to play piano, the reader loves watching his hands as they move over the keys, he catches them staring and smirks.

Piano pt 2 - He writes a piece just for the reader.

Piano pt 3 - The reader catches him playing late at night by himself when he thinks no one is listening.

Perfection takes time - He's inspecting his latest batch of supernotes and rejects any that don't meet his impossible standards. He talks to the reader about how art takes time and can't be rushed.

Hurry up - He missed another deadline, and nobody dares rush him, except the reader.

"You think you're clever" - Reader manages to outmaneuver him in an argument, and he's equal parts impressed and annoyed.

How amusing - Reader is the only one who can match his unpredictability.

Professionals have standards - He's a mafioso who insists on doing things with elegance and style, at the same time he discusses murder over afternoon tea with the reader. Duality of man...

(Nsfw) As a group:

Test of Loyalty - "You're ours", the reader learns a lesson in loyalty to the mafia.

Power struggle - Some of the guys don't like not being in control and that leads to a power imbalance. They'll have to show the others who the reader really belongs to.

Wine-induced teasing - A little too much to drink during a celebration leads to teasing that the reader can't ignore.

Outnumbered - overstimulation, the reader made a bet or a joke that they can take all of them on and had to prove it.

Training gone too far - A sparing session turns into a test of endurance. Or: You'll need to learn how to use more than just your brain if you ever hope to extract information from enemy organizations.

The aftermath - The contrast between their rough treatment and gentle aftercare.

No Chuuya because he babby

Albatross:

Workshop shenanigans - When the reader visits him in his workshop, one thing leads to another and now they're bent over his workbench. Try not to get caught.

"Haha, my bad!" - He'll tease the reader to get them close to the edge but enough to be satisfying. Then acts innocent when reader tries to get revenge.

Addiction - He didn't mean to get hooked on the reader, but now he can't stop coming back for another hit.

Doc:

Stay still - The way he handles the reader during a physical exam makes them wonder if he's always this gentle.

Heartbeat - When he's checking the reader's vitals during an exam, he notices their heart rate is elevated and it's not due to an illness.

Doctor's Orders - He's usually composed but when the reader disobeys his orders, he'll have no choice but to punish them.

Iceman:

"Testing my patience" - He's been holding back for so long, but reader keeps pushing his limits until one day he's finally had it. Or: when it comes to others he has infinite patience, but when it comes to the reader his patience is as thin as paper.

Pinned - Iceman pins the reader against a wall, and the reader realizes just how powerful he is despite not having an ability.

"Earn it" - He makes reader work for every little bit of affection he gives until he decides to give everything all at once.

Lippmann:

"Say my name" - Lippmann loves the sound of his own name, and hearing the reader say it is something else entirely.

No audience - He drops his act, and for a few priceless moments, it's just him and you.

"You look perfect in this light" - When reader is under him, completely undone, they look stunning in his eyes.

Piano Man:

Wires - He ties the reader up with his piano wires.

In control - He's always the one in command and you're going to follow his rhythm.

"Not so cocky now, are you" - reader wipes that confident smirk off his face.

There you go, have fun!

#bsd stormbringer #bungou stray dogs #bsd flags #bsd #x reader #bsd x reader #hoo boy that took a long time to write out #don't mind me just a touhou blog passing by a fandom I used to be obsessed with lol #to my touhou followers if you saw this post no you didn't /j

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