#osamu bsd

[weimin-n]

any order of the boss must be executed unconditionally.

[justalemon]

I just need to point out that in Wan! 120 Dazai was supposed to slow down Atsushi so he just made him drag him through half the city.

Also, the agency building is on the top(?) floor, so he also got dragged up the stairs. The 'thud' sounds imply that he probably repeatedly banged his head on said stairs.

(I hope he got some brain damage fr)

Respectfully, I'd throw that dumb fuck in the river

:3

[literatureloverx]

Fyodor & Dazai twinning.♥️

[wilsonsantidepressants]

Changed my art style :3

[with-my-calamitous-love]

trying to put it into words / shining just for you

osamu dazai x reader

thoughts about helping dazai change his bandages. for the yail series 🫧

inspired by mirrorball

he is always running back home to you.

well, not always running. most of the time, he’s in a cab after a night drinking alone. or, he’s walking through the dimly lit streets of yokohama, something he can do as a man. simply put, he’s always returning to you.

he only gets an hour or two of sunshine each day. but its fine by him, if it means he stays handcuffed to you. he adores that smile, and wonders why you go to such great lengths to even catch a glimpse of it- a genuine one, at that.

he’s used to the perfomances, to calling you his pretty baby and giving you kisses on the forehead. he’s used to wrapping his arms around your waist while you cook, whispering some filthy thing about double suicide while complimenting you’re new perfume. he smiles, jokes, and acts for the masquerade revellers around him. he’ll get you out on the floor, shimmering beautiful, all to hide the pain that resides beneath the surface.

and sometimes, you’ll watch even as his shattered, bloodied edges glisten. he’s smart, and calculated, and a good man- at least, thats what he wants people to think. when he breaks, its in a million pieces.

however, late on a hush night, when no one is around, you can catch a glimpse of his vulnerability.

“what happened to you!?” you scold, heaving him into the apartment. he can walk fine, but you need him in your arms to know he’s alive. blood stains your clothes and your floor, but mostly his wrists, soaking into the white gauze that covers his arms.

“i have a lot of enemies, bella.” he chuckles, hoping you didn’t see the way his eyes wince in pain when you examine his injuries closer. he’s either hazy from blood loss, or lightheaded from seeing you so worried. maybe both.

he’s hoping to avoid the inevitable. you’ll have to replace his bandages.

but he’s in too much pain to complain.

“samu.” you whisper, catching his attention. normally, he’d answer with a ‘yes, beautiful?’ or something flirty along those lines. but right now, he’s wounded, coming to you only half his weight.

you place a hand in his cheek. yes, the blood is bad. but the sadness in his eyes, the pure defeat, is so much worse.

“i’ll take care of you.” you say as you slowly begin to unravel the fabric.

he takes a deep breath, feeling the bloodied gauze peeling off from his skin. you’re about to see the labour, the locks and the pain he tries to keep hidden. he just wants to make you happy. and he worries this’ll do the opposite.

examining the injuries on his arm, you surmise a few stitches will do. but the multiple scars, faded with time and littering his skin, isn’t lost on you.

you tilt your head, lips quivering as you look at him. his eyes are looking downwards, head tilted avoiding your gaze. he’s trying to control his heartbeat like could do so easily in other intense situations. his hand squeezes yours tighter every passing minute.

he’s scared.

he ignores the sting of water and soap when you wash away the blood. he feels like the end is near, but he’s still on his tiptoes just wanting to shine for you and for everyone. he doesn’t want to be vulnerable. whether its a demon prodigy or a changed, good man, he’s afraid of being hurt.

but your touch calls off the circus and burns the disco down, gently handling his injury as you stitch it up. even when he’s still on that tightrope, still doing everything to keep you laughing at him, you stay. you stay for the charades and help him find himself afterwards.

he isn’t used to this.

but he won’t reject it.

dazai blinks staring at his injury, now tended too. he’ll have to let yosano check it in the morning, but for now, its enough.

he opens his mouth to make a joke about his near death experience. anything to avoid emotions, anything to keep you looking at him. he’s never been a natural. he just wants to try, try, and try.

but for once, he doesn’t feel like he needs to stay on that trapeze. with you, he can step down, and take a break from the show.

“thank you.” he whispers, hugging you with his good arm. “you saved my life.”

he makes sure to bury his face in your shoulder so you can’t see the pain, that true pain, etched on his face.

the calculations in his brain, the puzzles that told him vulnerability hurts you, didn’t add up to this. he showed you his weakness behind the circus show, and he was met with something else.

love. he concludes, feeling your arms hug him back.

“you scared me.” you sigh, kissing his cheek. “don’t do that again.”

he chuckles, and smiles. “no promises, belladonna.”

[cuntnikida]

if kunikida came out as a trans girl dazai would immediately get on one knee and frestyle sonnets on how they were partners and should be partners in more than one way and how he'd love for her to strangle him one last time and how since he loves all women that includes kunikida now.

might write a fic about this idk.

[qtvi0let]

Second time posting, still kinda nervous

Summary:

Two years after Dazai defected from the Port Mafia and joined the Armed Detective Agency, he and the reader cross paths again during a cooperation mission between the two organizations. Once, he had been the one to take them under his wing, training them into the perfect subordinate. But his guidance was laced with manipulation, cruelty disguised as care, and love wielded as a weapon.

Back then, the reader had worshipped him—loved him despite the pain. And Dazai had exploited that love, breaking them apart piece by piece until nothing remained but the image he had shaped. Then, without a word, he vanished, leaving them to pick up the fragments of what he had left behind.

Now, standing face to face after all these years, the reader is filled with rage, fear, and something far worse—love that never truly faded. Dazai, burdened with regrets, seeks reconciliation, but the scars he left run too deep. He wants to fix what he destroyed, but the reader isn’t sure it’s even possible.

Because some wounds never heal. Some ghosts never fade. And some loves, no matter how painful, refuse to die.

Fragments of us

You had met dazai at 14. Mori had taken an interest in you, seeing potential in the way you moved, in the way you analyzed situations even at your young age. You were bright, sharp, and reckless—but that recklessness needed to be honed, shaped into something dangerous. And who better to teach you than Dazai?

Back then, you thought it was an honor.

Dazai was a legend even among the Port Mafia—ruthless, cunning, and utterly untouchable. Everyone feared him, and yet, you couldn’t help but admire him. He was a force of nature, someone who could command a room with just a glance.

And, at first, he was everything you wanted in a mentor. He pushed you harder than anyone else. He never allowed mistakes, but when you succeeded, when you finally met his impossible expectations, he would reward you with a rare nod of approval, a smirk, a “Good job, belladonna.” You lived for those moments.

Then, you fell in love with him.

It wasn’t sudden—it crept up on you, subtle at first. The way your heart beat faster when he leaned in too close, the way his praise meant more than anyone else’s, the way he occupied your thoughts even when he wasn’t there. Dazai knew. Of course, he knew.

And he used it against you.

You didn’t see it then. You only saw him. The way he held you after brutal training sessions, whispering sweet reassurances when you shook from exhaustion. The way his hand lingered on your shoulder, his breath ghosting over your ear as he guided you through strategy. The way he owned you without ever saying the words.

But his kindness was calculated. His affection was a weapon. Because when you faltered, when you questioned his methods, when you disappointed him—he knew exactly where to strike.

“You’re nothing without me.”

“Do you really think anyone else would care about you?”

“You want my approval? Then prove you deserve it.”

And you did. Again and again, no matter how much it hurt. Because you were desperate to be worthy of him.

Even when he left bruises on your skin, whether from training or something harsher, you told yourself it was your fault. That you needed to be better. That if you could just reach him, if you could just be what he wanted, he would love you back.

But then, one night, he left. No warning. No explanation. Just gone. And you were left in the ashes of what he had turned you into.

Two years had passed since Dazai defected from the Mafia and joined the Armed Detective Agency.

Two years since you last saw him.

When Mori sent you to handle negotiations between the ADA and the Port Mafia, you thought nothing of it. You were the Mafia’s secretary now—this kind of task was expected. You had mastered the art of diplomacy, perfected the balance between grace and intimidation. It was all routine. Until you walked into that room and saw him.

Dazai.

Your heart lurched violently, an ugly, painful thing. He looked different.

He still had the same lazy smirk, the same bandages wrapped around his body like armor, but his presence had shifted. There was something lighter about him. Something missing.

For a moment, you thought it was the lack of blood on his hands. But no—that wasn’t it.

It was the emptiness in his eyes.

For the first time, Dazai looked haunted. You forced yourself to sit at the table, to act like nothing was wrong. The meeting blurred together, voices muffled by the blood rushing in your ears. You felt his gaze on you the entire time, waiting, watching. You refused to look at him. The moment the meeting ended, you turned to leave, desperate to escape, but his voice—that voice—froze you in place.

“Belladonna.”

You inhaled sharply, your nails digging into your palms.

“Don’t call me that.”

Dazai was quiet for a moment before he sighed, softer than you had ever heard him. “I figured you’d say that.”

You turned to face him, forcing every ounce of steel into your voice. “What do you want, Dazai?”

He looked at you for a long time, his expression unreadable. Then, finally, he said, “I wanted to see you.”

You laughed—sharp, bitter. “See me? See me?” The anger you had buried for years came roaring back, clawing at your ribs.

“You don’t get to see me, Dazai,” you spat. “You don’t get to want anything from me. Not after what you did.”

Dazai didn’t flinch. He just watched you, that familiar calculating look in his eyes. But there was something else, too. Something you had never seen before.

Regret.

It made you even angrier.

“Why are you even here?” you demanded. “What, did you think we could just pick up where we left off? That I’d just forget?”

Dazai shook his head. “No. I never expected that.”

“Then why?” Your voice cracked despite yourself. “Why now?”

He exhaled slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. For a moment, he almost looked… uncertain. As if he didn’t know how to say what he needed to.

“I hurt you,” he finally said. “More than I ever should have.” You froze. Dazai never apologized.

Never.

He continued, voice quieter now. “I—” He hesitated. “I was cruel. I used you. And I thought—” He let out a humorless chuckle. “I thought I was doing you a favor.”

Your stomach twisted painfully. A favor. He had broken you, twisted you into something you weren’t, and he thought he was helping you? Your fists clenched. “Screw you, Dazai.”

“I deserve that.”

You hated this. Hated that he was standing here, acting as if he was suddenly burdened with guilt. As if that could change anything.

“You don’t get to regret it now,” you hissed. “You don’t get to come back into my life and act like you care.”

“I do care.”

“No, you don’t!”

The words tore out of you before you could stop them.

For a moment, there was nothing but silence.

Then, Dazai took a step closer. You immediately took one back.

He noticed. And it hurt him. You could see it in his eyes.

“I can’t undo what I did,” he admitted. “And I won’t ask you to forgive me.”

“Good,” you bit out.

“But…” He hesitated. “I do want to make things right. Somehow.”

You let out a sharp breath, trying to steady yourself. Your heart was still a mess of anger and something far more dangerous—something that ached when you looked at him.

You wanted to hate him.

You should hate him.

But love didn’t just disappear, no matter how much you wished it would.

So instead, you whispered, “I don’t think you can.“

Dazai’s expression didn’t change, but you saw something in his posture—defeat. Acceptance.

“I know,” he murmured.

And for the first time since you met him, Dazai Osamu had nothing left to say. Yet you? You had so much you wanted to tell him, so fucking much. You wanted to cuss at him, yell at him more but your mouth didnt move. It couldnt. You couldnt be as heartless as he was. Or perhaps its because you still love him?

Pt2?

[baby-tini]

Kitsune!dazai, who kidnaps reader from their village and forces a marriage <3 after all, a pretty lady is the best thing he could get for blessing the village for so many years

Oooh yeah, I mean, for everything that he's done for that village.. he deserves some kind of compensation. It's only fair in his eyes, it's a fair deal, he gets his sneaky little paws on a pretty girl in return for blessing the people, no one should have a problem with that- and they don't. If it means they get too stay safe and comfy in their small little home, they'll give him anything he wants, and he just so happens too want you... so it's a little selfish that you're cursing the people, calling them selfish and crazy for wanting peace and safety? That's so selfish of you.. you could do this one thing, you'll be helping them more then you know, you're their saving grace- and what about their kids? What will happen to their kids if you disagree with the creature of the forest? I mean... a few people have already gone missing, never too be found... like they never existed, you can do this one thing, it'll keep everyone happy and safe, you'll see one day.

[icommitwaterdie]

bsd chapter 123.5 spoilers !!!!

[broken-spirit101]

entangled—how? PM!Dazai X Reader Series

A/N: Yes. I'm turning this into a series. But most parts will probably be short like this—I've realized they're better suited for my routine (and attention span). We're... going somewhere with this. For sure. Even with these broken parts.

Rereading the same book for the third time.

"...And a fine thing, too, in a way; but we can't even make mistakes on our own account! Talk nonsense, but talk your own nonsense, and I'll kiss you for it. To go wrong in one's way is better than to go right in someone else's. In the first case you are a man, in the second you're no better than a bird..."

Many would disagree, but Crime and Punishment was addicting for you.

The paranoia, the guilt, the confusion, the alienation—

all too familiar.

"Truth won't escape you, but life can be cramped."

Raskolnikov reminded you... of a relic from the past.

Perhaps that relic was you.

"...It's a scandal! Do you know the sort of people they take in there? And you his betrothed! You are his betrothed? Yes? Well, then, I'll tell you, your fiancé is a scoundrel."

And some of its chaos? Gave you a sense of déjà vu, almost. From where, you couldn't recollect. But from somewhere, that much was certain.

As if they belonged from a past life you could not remember.

Like seven crows screeching out their cries on a cloudy day, the sunlight trying too hard to tear through, but ending up internally bleeding. Almost.

Like... thoughts rotting in the brain.

Too wrapped up in your own thoughts, daydreaming of another world, how could you have heard the distant calls from another land?

"Ow!" You cried out, holding the back of your head after a certain ginger hit you too hard. "What's your problem? Jeez."

"You. You're the problem," Chuuya glared at me. "We're leaving. Your constant zoning out can get you killed. I don't want to deal with another dead body."

You were about to shout back at him, but blowing up after the last sentence he said felt wrong. So you bit back your snarky response. "Fine."

He sighed. "Thankfully, you'll be paired with that shitty Dazai this time. Good riddance. Good luck, dealing with him."

"Wait—wait. Chuuya," you called out to him, who was already walking away.

He paused. "Tch. What is it?"

"Where are you gonna be at? Where are you leaving for?"

"None of your business," he rolled his eyes, "Rookies don't need to know."

"Fuck you too."

"Likewise, [name]."

And he slammed the door shut, the walls trembling for a second. Gravity use was not recommended for shutting walls.

It was still a big mystery, how you ended up getting there. Life is unpredictable, for sure.

And strangely gives you a sense of giddiness.

"WE HAVE NO CRAB TODAY?!?" came a distressed voice for the third day in a row.

Previous: twelfth, again? PM!Dazai X Reader : the first meet

[mitsuuv]

OSAMU DAZAI ヽ( 'ω' )ﾉ

I'm back ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙!!

Here with a Dazai fanart, hope yall like it (i'm in my BSD phase... I will try to post more Ren fanarts!!!)

[weimin-n]

my grandmother smokes a pipe or your tattoos don't let me rest

[b1tchella]

hey cant find a fic again

desc: on ao3, pm skk, theyre listening to 1989 by taylor swift and that's literally all I remember or actually idk I jst remember chuuya being like "you don't know taylor swift???" And then forcing dazai to listen to her loll

Pls help

[literatureloverx]

“138 counts of aggravated murder, 312 counts of intimidation, a total of 625 charges including fraud…” — he’s still my baby. He didn’t do anything wrong. ♥️

[airplanecrashingtowardstheground]

pretty man. man pretty. pretty.

[wormdevourer]

i made my own dazai lookup figure :3