#It's Dazai's last harassment

[homoesia]

So I just had a thought

Remember how in the beast universe Dazai ends his life by jumping off a building? And Chuuya is upset that he didn't get to kill him?

But Dazai fell to his death. He fell.

Dazai's ability has no exceptions. He's immune to everything you throw at him. But his body obeys gravity just like everybody else.

And gravity obeys Chuuya.

Guys, he fell.

[guacamoleroll]

𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘 「𝔪𝔲𝔩𝔱𝔦」 ༉‧₊˚

characters. bungou stray dogs. osamu dazai, chuuya nakahara, fyodor dostoevsky, nikolai gogol, sigma.

content. f!reader. mentions of violence, mentions of suicide attempts (dazai), alcohol (chuuya), harassment (chuuya), cussing, general sappiness. not proofread.

author's note. this started as a writing exercise to get my writing inspo flowing again, and then i began working on it on and off for a week. so enjoy! this is also an attempt to nail some of their character's down, so hopefully it isn't too OOC.

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synopsis. what nicknames do the bungo stray dogs boys call their girlfriend?

𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨 𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 ⋆⁺₊ ⸺⸺⸺

𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗥 ⋆ 𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗗𝗢𝗡𝗡𝗔 ⋆ (𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘)-𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡

The darkened alleyway had become thick with the stench of gunpowder and smoke, streetlights barely illuminating your path in the hush of night. You patrolled the area with quick, swift feet, hovering your gun near your hip in case of an ambush. Each step made your heart pound, sweat mixing with humidity to drench your skin as you inched toward the corner.

However, to both your dismay and prediction, Dazai wasn't taking this mission seriously—though he rarely did. It both aggravated and appeased you, knowing that if the situation became dangerous, he'd straighten up in a heartbeat. That didn't mean that his blissed smile and the skip in his step as he went on about the euphoria of death and the many methods he could die from didn't unnerve you.

Knowing him, he wouldn't mind getting shot.

"You know, my dear," he smirked, leaning close to your shoulder to whisper into your ear. "You're very sexy when you're serious." "Dazai," you chided, face stilled into an unamused expression. He fell back dramatically, flailing his hands into the air in surrender. "Oh, belladonna! That stern stare — I hope that beautiful expression is the last sight I see in this cruel world!" he cried, but much to his disdain, you had already rounded the corner, completely done with his antics. "(Name)-channnn!~ Don't leave me hereeee!"

𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗘 ⋆ 𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗬 ⋆ 𝗪𝗜𝗙𝗘𝗬

It had been a strenuous day at the office for everyone, including you—a plethora of insane missions always followed by mountains of paperwork that never seemed to end. It was almost too much to bear. You huffed, leaning against your hand as you desperately tried to not fall asleep due to your exhaustion.

A pair of large, warm hands rested on your shoulders, massaging just the right spots in your taut muscles. You sighed, allowing yourself to lean back in your chair and enjoy the temporary reprieve. However, the owner of those hands had different plans, hot breath blowing against your ear as he bent down to rest his chin on your shoulder. Dazai chuckled to himself, enjoying your immediate reaction to straighten up, eyes pointed to the screen in an effort to avoid reacting.

You were just too cute.

He cooed out a plethora of sweet nothings in a low, hushed timbre as he tempted a flustered expression out of your face. And one thing that everyone should know about Osamu Dazai—he always gets what he wants when he puts his mind to it.

"Heyyy, sweetie. How's the paperwork going?" You continued to type. "Why won't you pay attention to me!" he wailed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he slumped against you. "Come onnn, honey. Don't you love me anymore?" You typed harder. He sniffled. "My little wifey doesn't love me anymore." You paused. "Whaat? Too forward?"

𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗙𝗨𝗟

Only strays wandered the streets at this time of night, but Dazai found himself itching to join them with each passing second. Sleep never easily came to the former demon prodigy. He found that each time he closed his eyes, he was only met with flashes of the past and disillusions of the future. His sharp mind would continue to turn like a machine, processing every granule of information as if he were inspecting an hourglass—a process that had become routine for him.

"Osamu..."

However, your intrusion into his nightfall rituals had soothed his instinctual aches. His eyes glazed over your drowsy figure, admiring the displacement of your hair and the heaviness of your eyes with an emotion he could only describe as awe.

Because in these moments, you didn't even have to be awake and looking at him to make him feel invigorated—feel alive. And with you, he didn't hate being alive anymore, didn't hate acknowledging his human flaws and issues. He just embraced it, even for only a second.

The rational part of his brain dissipated when he felt your warm, bare skin brush against his bandages, snuggling up to him. He knew his brain became useless in your presence, overcome with pure adulation for your mind, your body, and your very soul. So instead, he pulled you close, nuzzling his face in your neck and listening to the rhythmic pulse of your heart as it worked to soothe him to sleep.

"Good night, beautiful."

𝗖𝗛𝗨𝗨𝗬𝗔 𝗡𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔 ⋆⁺₊ ⸺⸺⸺

𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗘

The murmurs of the restaurant had been dampened by a luxurious and vast velvet curtain, enclosing the entire booth to separate you from the other patrons. Lights sparkled from a dazzling chandelier, creating ribbons of gold and white on the tablecloth. This was a special occasion since you rarely had dates outside of your apartment. Chuuya always wanted to take you out more often, to show you off and treat you to the finest, but there never was time. So even when you insisted you could stay inside for a date this evening, he had already planned on spoiling you rotten.

He watched your expression between folded hands, hiding his smirk as the waiter set down an extremely expensive bottle of red wine. You had insisted on getting the more recent and cheaper version, not wanting to splurge too much—which, of course, insulted him. How could he not provide the best for his partner whenever he got the chance?

"Stop gaping, babe," he tutted at your widened eyes, tone lighter than the biting edge it usually held. "Whaddya say we snap over the 1959 Chateau Latour, hm?"

𝗗𝗢𝗟𝗟 ⋆ 𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬

You had been working the late shift at your office building, slaving the day away only to come out on the other side with an aching back and a small paycheck. Despite Chuuya's suggestion that you could quit your job and let him take care of you, you wanted to maintain your independence and some additional money, which he understood. So here you were, trudging home from the train station with heavy feet and tired eyes. Seeing the apartment complex in the distance made your heart soar, a pep in your step as you started to practically glide down the sidewalk.

"Heyyyy, baby. Lookin' good tonight. That outfit for me, huh?"

Grimacing, you ignored the disgusting cat-calls from the random stranger in favor of increasing your speed to reach the building. You could practically smell the woody cologne coming from Chuuya's jacket, but your blissful thoughts were interrupted by a set of hefty footsteps behind you. This would've been normal during the day, but no one else is out this late at night—except one person.

With tremoring fingers, you lifted your cell phone ever-so-slightly, finding that strange man walking at a brisk pace behind you in the reflection. It set off too many alarm bells in your head, and your walking turned into sprinting.

It just so happened that Chuuya was leaning on one of the pillars outside of your apartment complex. He never liked when you worked the late-shift, and he definitely didn't like when you walked home by yourself—however, you had insisted that you would be fine. He relented, enjoying the independent aspect of your personality, but he still had his precautions.

He straightened up with a passive expression when he saw your shadowed silhouette in the distance, but his eyes narrowed, and his shoulders tensed once he spotted the man who was running after you. Using his gravity manipulation, he pulled you closer to him and had the pervert sink into the ground, sizing him up with burning eyes.

His gloved hand went to your back, easing your trembling body. "Go inside, baby. You don't need'ta be involved in this shit." He watched carefully as you rushed inside the lobby, before slamming the man onto the hard concrete, a foot digging into his spine. "Listen, shithead. You ever look at my doll again, I fucking swear to God—" He never let you walk home alone after this, not like you were complaining much. And that man would never bother you again, if he was even still capable of walking.

𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗦

It had been an absolutely draining day for Chuuya. With his position as an executive, you would assume that he wouldn't have to deal with the low-life freeloaders that the Port Mafia was bound to have, but it was exactly the opposite. He had been stuck for hours finishing a bunch of incident reports due to the destruction of properties on the southwestern side of Yokohama—incidents he was somehow not involved in.

He groaned as he entered the apartment, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it with his hat before a hearty aroma hit him. He followed his nose to the stove, finding an intricately wrapped dish with a note taped on top.

Make sure you eat before you go to bed. You need to grow big and strong. Love you! ♥

If it were from anyone else, he would've ripped the note apart when he hit the jab at his height—and he definitely scowled a bit—but there was a hint of endearance in his expression. He lifted the tin foil covering the food, feasting on the sight of penne alla vodka.

A raspy sound took him out of his ogling, his eyes scanning the darkened living room to find the one person he had been dying to see—you. And what a sight you were, drool trailed down your chin, a half-empty dish of pasta lying limply in your arms, and hair tousled as your neck bent at an awkward angle to rest against the cushions.

He couldn't help a small laugh at the sight, placing your plate on the coffee table and wiping the baby hairs out of your face, leaving a fleeting kiss on your forehead. In moments like this, with the disarray and train wreck his life had been, he found himself grateful for such simple, domestic sights. It enveloped him in a sense of peace, feeling at home for the first time.

"Hey, princess," he whispered with another peck to your temple. "I'm home."

𝗙𝗬𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗥 𝗗𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗘𝗩𝗦𝗞𝗬 ⋆⁺₊ ⸺⸺⸺

The pet names featured below are in Russian.

𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗥

Fyodor rarely, if ever, used nicknames of any kind in public. With his specific occupation, it would be detrimental to reveal any kind of attachment to anyone, regardless of whether you were capable of defending yourself. However, rarely does not mean never.

It was an unusual occasion; a completely public date at a local café—you knew that he loved his tea and suggested it in the off-chance that it would possibly sway him to join you. You assumed that he'd say no, but he always found himself having a hard time denying you when you proposed it so sweetly.

However, you knew that you needed to be efficient with your time. You enjoy each other's company in a secluded corner of the café while also multitasking on your own work. The room emitted a wonderful ambiance that made you feel productive and inspired, though it was simultaneously cozy enough to relax in—for you, that was. Most of Fyodor's work required him to be in seclusion, so instead he enjoyed the view—both of the skies outside and a couple of stray glimpses at you.

"Drink for (Name)," a barista called.

Fyodor looked toward you expectantly, but you were far too in your own little world to notice. He would've normally broken your workflow, but he found himself oddly compelled to let you continue—he was awfully fond of the way your brows narrowed as you concentrated. So instead, he retrieved your drink, settling it on the table with a small clink.

"Here you are, dear."

𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗔 (милая) ⋆ 𝗥𝗔𝗗𝗡𝗔𝗬𝗔 (радная) ⋆ 𝗟𝗨𝗕𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗬𝗔 (любимая)

It was in the privacy of your shared home that his native tongue came out, engrossing you with his rich Russian accent—he knew the effect it had on you, so sometimes he toyed around with you by slipping it into everyday interactions.

You walked into his computer room, careful to not trip on wires as you carried in a steaming thermal mug of fresh black tea. He was often far too engrossed in his work to eat or drink, so you found the least you could do was to make him some tea whenever you weren't busy.

You placed it next to him, leaning over to take a curious glance at the screen—not understanding a word of it—and you were about to silently exit when he placed a cold hand on top of yours. Your brow raised, watching the smile that appeared on his lips.

"Thank you, милая." You sputtered over your words at the praise, watching in anticipation as he took a sip. He hummed at the nectarous flavor, slouching as the tea worked to soothe his throat. The tea circled in the mug as he swirled it, watching carefully as he could feel your composure melt away. "Delicious as always, радная." You mumbled a quick thank you, turning like a gazelle on your heel to escape his predatory gaze, but his hand pulled you back. Completely captive in his hold, you looked back, a knowing smirk on his face. "Stay for a moment, любимая. I'd like to hear your thoughts on something."

𝗠𝗬𝗦𝗛𝗞𝗔 (мышка)

You honestly had no clue how you had gotten into this position.

One moment, you were cleaning around various rooms, making sure everything was dusted and organized. The next, you were sitting in Fyodor's lap—though you couldn't say you minded. An occasional hum vibrated against the top of your head as Fyodor concentrated on a book in one hand, the other fastened securely around your waist, rubbing circles into the clothed skin.

It took every ounce of self-control you had to limit your face to a neutral glance, staring at the words in his Russian novel as if you were trying to decipher them—you were; you didn't know a lick of the language. You leaned against his shoulder, listening to the faint thump of his heartbeat as it lured you into relaxation. His eyes began to drift from the page, finding your internal struggle incredibly amusing. He titled his face, holding back a smirk when you made a startled noise from a kiss to the temple.

Cute.

In these moments, he felt human again. Everywhere else in the world, he was either treated as a god or a demon—and that was the way he had orchestrated it. But here, in the home you both created, he felt that he had finally received his sanctuary. A place where he sat, welcomed and unjudged for his sins.

"You're quite warm, мышка," he teased. "Perhaps you are developing fever. Hm?"

𝗡𝗜𝗞𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗜 𝗚𝗢𝗚𝗢𝗟 ⋆⁺₊ ⸺⸺⸺

The pet names featured below are in Ukrainian.

𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗞𝗔 (ластівка)

The fluorescent lights above burned your eyes as you scoured the aisles of the store aimlessly. You were on your weekly grocery run but had decided to make something different for dinner this week. There was only one problem—you didn't know where the ingredients were. You normally would've just asked one of the staff members, but you had unfortunately come into the store at a very late hour. Every time you looked at an employee, their eyes were glazed over as if wishing for the sweet release of death. So you decided to search on your own.

You scanned the shelves for a particular dressing, not finding it in its usual spot. It was only with a quick glance to the top shelf that you found it, teetering on the edge as if tempting you. Gritting your teeth, you outstretched your arm as you braced your other one on a lower shelf, only to shriek at the feeling of two hands supporting your hips. You whipped around to find the pervert who had touched you but found nothing. And then you looked down.

Damn him.

Two familiar gloves emerged from golden portals, and a mischievous chuckle accompanied their exit from down the aisle. You looked the white-haired jester up and down, crossing your arms with a pout.

"Did you have to startle me like that?" "Ohhh, sorry, ластівка," he cooed. "I only want to say hello!~"

𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗞𝗔 𝗠𝗢𝗬𝗔 (маленька моя) ⋆ 𝗠𝗢𝗬𝗔 𝗞𝗢𝗞𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗔 (моя кохана)

How did you manage to get into this mess?

Oh yeah, Nikolai suggested it.

The classic jester, in his hobby of wreaking havoc everywhere he goes, suggested a fun date-night idea—to light bin fires around the alleys of Yokohama until the police caught on. At first, you had been chasing after him in an attempt to stop him, but it had all been in vain. He would let you grab him, only to chuckle as he teleported away with his cape. So instead, you opted to stick by his side and make sure he didn't cause too much harm.

You stood a couple of feet away from the blazing fire, your body resting in the tranquil glow of the chaotic light. Despite the oddities that came with the situation—and every situation that involved Nikolai—there was something so welcoming about the discord. Perhaps you had finally become used to Nikolai's antics. The aforementioned jester had been gaping at you for some time, an unreadable expression on his face as he watched your features through the fire.

"You look breathtaking in the glow of a flame, маленька моя."You stilled at his serious tone, fumbling over a response, but a crescendoing wail of sirens broke the silence. Nikolai smirked, grabbing your arm with one hand as the other went into his overcoat. "Oops!~ Looks like the police caught on. Come on, моя кохана! This way!"

𝗗𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗔 𝗠𝗢𝗬𝗔 (душа моя)

A refreshing breeze rushed past your face as you settled, watching the sun make its descent below the horizon of the city's harbor. Your legs dangled dangerously over the edge of a steep cliffside, yet you found no fear remaining in your heart. Perhaps you have become accustomed to a life of chaos; find beauty in the entropy and contradictions of life.

Nikolai couldn't help but stare at your face as it was outlined by the shadows of the dying sunbeams, awe-struck by your beauty. You were ethereal to him, everything he ever wanted to be and wished to have—so grounded and yet freer than ever. He knew that the relationship between you two, something neither of you had dared to label, should've made him feel constricted. It tied him down to the ground, and he should've been fighting for the skies.

But he didn't.

He felt free. And he knew that it was most likely his heart tricking him, stringing him to a relationship that would disappear with the wind—that he had truly become the fool everyone thought of him as. But he didn't care. Not anymore. Not with you by his side.

He snapped out of his philosophical contemplation as a soft hand cupped his cheek, thumbing at the performative mask that he wore. And he folded it like a deck of cards, removing it before placing a chaste kiss on your palm.

"Somehow, I feel freer than ever before. And it's all thanks to you, душа моя."

𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗠𝗔 ⋆⁺₊ ⸺⸺⸺

𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗥 ⋆ 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧

It was a known fact that the Casino's manager had a rigid schedule, packed with meetings and event dates that he had to prepare for. Everything had to run perfectly inside his casino, and he would be damned if it didn't. However, Sigma always made it a mission to purposefully bump into you throughout the day. He had memorized your schedule easily, finding that there was only so much you could do in a finite building in the sky.

He would often find you either in the library or viewing deck, either in your own world reading a book or watching the real world from the skies. Even he had to admit that he could never get tired of the sight of the Earth from down below, contemplating the lives of those who lived on the ground.

"Good morning, dear," he greeted you at the entrance of the viewing deck, noticing a stack of books in your arms. "I see your trip to the library went well." "It was. I'm going to thumb through the newest shipment of fiction novels this afternoon," you replied, your hand already tapping on one of the hardcovers in anticipation. Sigma always made sure to buy the best books for the casino, and you knew he was often swayed by your own favorites. "I'm glad you're so interested in them." He knowingly smiled before a memory came to mind. "Could you hold off your reading for one moment, dearest? I've received a new layout for our casino's fliers and was hoping you'd take a look."

𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 ⋆ 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗬 ⋆ 𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧

The anxious casino manager often forgot to eat because of his destructive work habits, often going hours without consuming anything in order to constantly maintain peace in his casino. It was a terrible habit that caused more stress for both of you, so you decided to enact a plan. Whenever you noticed his workload was becoming too much or he seemed too frazzled, you'd step in to make sure he was getting everything he needed.

A small (underlying word: large) part of him secretly reveled in this, both having the opportunity to be doted on—and be simultaneously scolded—while also relishing in a couple stress-free moments with you. And he also gets to enjoy your cooking, which he personally found better than the casino chefs'—but that's because he was biased.

On his worst days, you'd prance into his office after the casino lunch rush, carrying in tow a small bento packed with his favorite comfort foods and a cookie for dessert. He would look up from whatever paperwork he was slaving away on, a small smile on his tired face.

"Thank you, my love." "You really need to eat more, Sigma," you lectured, placing the bento on his desk to take his face into your hands, analyzing his eye-bags with a concerned expression. "You're gonna get sick." "I'm fine, lovely," he replied, cupping your hands with his own. "You don't need to worry about me." You struck him with a pointed glare, crossing your arms and tapping your foot as he began to work on paperwork again. The clock ticked by a couple of seconds, your maternal scowl deepening with each moment that passed where he didn't reach for the food. "Sweetheart," he sighed before relenting and reaching for the bento. "Fine. For you, I'll eat some. But only until C4276 finishes his blackjack game."

𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗬 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘

The casino had been blasting with the sounds of the band in full swing long into the night, people dancing and chatting amongst themselves as the casino reached the peak of its ability. This new gala had been an exhilarating success, drawing in new patrons as cash flowed out from dealers' hands. It had been perfect, but it was obviously a lot on Sigma.

That was the reason you insisted on co-hosting it with him. He watched in amazement as you worked the crowd tonight, acting in concert to keep the patrons happy and to maintain order. You had been his perfect match, which showed just how much you watched over the casino.

He found you later that night standing on your private balcony, pausing at the entry to fully take in how beautiful you looked in your formal ensemble. The stars seemed to drift to your body like a satellite, casting you in a distant heavenly glow. But everything was silent as if you two were the only ones left to watch over the world as the clouds wandered by.

The anxiety and fear he always felt had been pushed to the side, melting away with the utter sense of belonging that you had engrained into him. You had shown him that he wasn't a mediocre man but a capable and strong individual capable of loving and being loved. You turned as the balcony door shifted open, welcoming him into both your arms and heart.

And he fell for you even more.

"Ohh, love of my life," he mumbled, nuzzled into your shoulder. "What would I be without you?"

милая = dear/darling радная = dear любимая = beloved мышка = mouse ластівка = swallow (bird) маленька моя = my little one моя кохана = my love душа моя = my soul

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⋆ SLEEPING ALONE? ⋆

headcanon ➫ BSD boys when they come home to find you sleeping with their clothes (ft. dazai, chuuya, akutagawa)

notes ➫ mostly gender neutral reader, 1 or 2 references to afab, some sex references

dazai

Dazai came home in the middle of the day because he got bored at work and he’s a fucking menace to society

You had spent the night and then stayed because you had the day off, were not expecting him to be home until later

(But honestly you should expect anything and everything from Dazai)

You had been picking up clothes that were thrown on the floor last night after some ~fun~

Picked up his button down and had this weird moment where you really missed him even though you just saw him, and he was coming home later

(You were probably about to start your period)

You laid back down with his shirt but accidentally fell asleep

(He kept you up very late)

Anyway, back to Dazai showing up

Evil laughs while he slips out his phone to take a pic that he would probably harass you with later

Re: menace to society

It does really warm his heart though, he absolutely adores you in every single way

He crouches down next to you and gently brushes your hair out of your face so he can press a little kiss to your forehead :”)

He jokes around and is a silly little man but truly no one has ever loved him as fiercely and deeply as you do

So he just sits next to you for a little bit, thinking abt this and how much he loves you back

He sighs before pulling back the covers and laying down with you, gathering you up all tight in his arms

You unconsciously toss the shirt to the side before fuckin bear hugging the poor man (still asleep, not much can wake you)

He sees you smile a little bit since you get to hug an actual Dazai :)

Realizes he absolutely cannot get up no matter what now, lest he disturb your slumber

Texts Kunikida that he can’t come back in for the day, puts his phone on DND because he knows its about to get absolutely blown up by the poor man who just wants to do his silly little job

Kisses your forehead a billion times before getting all comfy and falling asleep too :-)

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

chuuya

Returns back to his apartment after a weeklong trip away on some sort of evil business trip who knows

He opens the door to his bedroom to see you sleeping in his bed, with one of his black trench coats wrapped around you

Slightly catches him off guard bc you don’t live together, but you obvi have a key so like not that weird

Laughs a silly little Chuuya chuckle before getting ready for bed himself

He doesn’t want to disturb you just yet

Idk I just love to imagine the boys and their silly little nighttime routines

I like to imagine Chuuya’s isn’t anything complicated but does take the time to brush his teeth, wash his face and moisturize (only uses the right things bc you bought them for him), and brush his hair before conking out

Makes his way over to the bed to gently shake you awake, whispering your name

Your eyes flutter open and take a second to take in the situation and the person waking you up

But as soon as you do, you’re wide awake and absolutely throw yourself onto the poor man who is probably very tired

He catches you but laughs, petting your hair as you squeeze the absolute shit out of him

“I’m so happy you’re finally home :’)”

“Me too, baby”

He asks why you have his coat wrapped around you, surely that cannot be comfortable to sleep in

Your cheeks heat up because you’re just a lil embarrassed

“I really missed you, and having your coat on felt like you were hugging me :(“

He feels both adoration because that’s so sweet, but sadness because he hated that him leaving you made you so sad

He pulls the coat off you and tosses it off the side of the bed

Pulls you into his arms and hugs you so tightly, bc damn he’ll be better than a stupid coat

You relax into the touch that you missed you so so much

You stick your hands up his shirt to feel his skin

He yelps because your hands are fuckin cold

“Is this better, my love?”

“So much better”

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

akutagawa

Comes home after a long day with the pm to see you curled up on the couch, holding his t-shirt to your chest

(we’re assuming he has to own t-shirts I mean c’mon there’s no way he sleeps with that frilly ass blouse on)

You very clearly had been folding fresh laundry when you conked out

For a reason Akutagawa cannot understand his t-shirt comforted you enough to lull you into an accidental nap

(You knew why; he is cold to the entire world but an angel to you)

He’s annoyed at first, old Akutagawa kicking in where he does that thing of getting pissed at nothing

Reassesses the situation and actually realizes it’s very endearing

Still absolutely cannot grasp why you find so much comfort in him

He crouches down to try to take the shirt from you to wake you up so he can shoo you to bed (nicely, of course)

You have that shit in a death grip

He sighs the Akutagawa Sigh™

“Love, c’mon, let me take you to bed”

“hMppHHH, Ryuuu” (you are not roused easily)

He is finally able to wake your ass up

Takes you by the hand to lead you gently to the bedroom so he can put you to sleep, obvi with the intention of joining you

Must undress from earlier mentioned frilly ass blouse

That shirt will have to be pried from your cold dead fingers

Sheds frilly ass blouse, brushes teeth, makes last minute evil phone calls, etc, before crawling into the futon with you

As soon as he lays down with you, you immediately toss the t-shirt and throw yourself onto him

He does a little oof

- You wrap your arms around him and he does the same, pressing a kiss to your forehead

“Love, can I ask why you fell asleep with my t-shirt”

“Mmmmm, smells just like you. Dryer made it feel warm and cuddly like you.”

Aku hmmphs at the warm and cuddly part, but it secretly endears him

“But don’t need the shirt anymore, I got the real thing. Smells and warmth and all,” you whisper before nodding back off to sleep

You reach for him unconsciously and he pulls you even closer to him

Again he literally cannot grasp the concept of someone loving him for the entirety of who he is, but has come to accept it from you very gratefully

He has a very hard time saying it, but your love for his little things, something as small and specific as his scent (which he was not aware of), makes his heart swell with joy

Grinch moment where his heart grew 3 times its size or something

Will happily take the place of cuddled t-shirt any day <3

[system-to-the-madness]

Midnight At Osanbashi Pier - Dazai Osamu x Reader

Pairing: Dazai Osamu x fem!Reader Genre: hurt/comfort - fluff Word Count: 2 611 Warnings: OOC!Dazai (sorry), sexual harassment (not by Reader or Dazai!) Summary: Your date for New Years starts getting pushy but luckily Dazai is there to interfere A/N: For @un-lawliet ... and the photographs are actually from taken from Osanbashi Pier in Yokohama on New Years Eve 2023

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Behind your back, blue lights of the harbour illumination were sparkling brightly in the last minutes of the old year, but their glitter did nothing to easy your discomfort. You really regretted having agreed to this date with the barista from the café you always picked the Armed Detective Agency's order up from. Especially since the longer the date progressed the more you wished you had instead agreed to spend New Year's Eve with the other members of the ADA. The man, John, was cute, with huge blue eyes and lazily sideways swiped hair, the American accent in his voice giving his speech a charming tilt.

And he was a welcome distraction from those coffee-brown eyes that kept haunting you.

Dazai was your coworker, you kept telling yourself, and he was the flirtiest man you knew. He flirted pretty much with everything and anything that crossed his path, except for you. In the beginning you had been rather happy he hadn't focused on you the same way he did with everyone else, but the better you got to know him, the more you hoped he'd also pay attention to you the way he seemed to do with everyone else. Sure, receiving the attention you had been craving for the past year would probably only make your feelings for him worse and end in heartbreak, considering he could never be serious. You had seen him go out with enough girls only to barely acknowledge them after, as if one date had been enough for him to completely lose any and all interest in them entirely. You feared if Dazai were to ever direct his attention to you, you'd end up meeting the same fate.

Your thoughts got interrupted by two warm and strong hands on your waist, making you tense up. Your date, John, had tried being handsy with you all evening and honestly, the more he tried the more your alarm bells rang. Not to mention that the date didn't go as planned at all. First he had been late and had dragged you to some cheap pizza place instead of the rice bowl restaurant you had agreed on. Then he had continued talking only about himself and how amazing it was for him to have scored a place in the exchange program to Japan before he even started making degrading comments about your "office job" because, unwilling to explain to him about abilities and the ADA, you had told him you worked as an assistant in a detective agency, which he had somehow understood as an invitation to look down on all office workers ever.

You should have called it quits after that, telling him you wanted to end the date there and instead have called up Kunikida to pick you up, so you could spend the rest of the evening with your coworkers and friends. But John had convinced you to come to Osanbashi Pier with him, so you had only sent a quick text to Atsushi, complaining about your situation.

Sure, the view over the harbour towards night-time Yokohama was fantastic and the light show, the illumination and the music creating a beautiful atmosphere, but with John sticking to your side, trying to pull you in every chance he got, you'd be lying if you said it didn't destroy the mood.

"Only ten seconds left of this year now," he whispered his tall frame towering over you, warm breath fanning over your ear, making you shudder.

The crowd around you began a count down, and you pressed closer to the balustrade of the pier, trying to avoid the overbearing contact with John's body, but he only stepped closer.

The Ferris Wheel at the other side of the harbour counted down the remaining seconds, colourful lights shining through the cool December night. You wondered what their light would look like reflected in Dazai's eyes.

Just when the countdown hit two, John spun you around to face him, and leant in. Panic surged through you, and before his lips could touch yours, you twisted in his arms, pushing away from him.

"What do you think you're doing," you shouted over the cheering of the crowd around you as the clock stroke midnight. The Ferris Wheels lit up in all colours of the rainbow.

"New Year's Kiss, what did you think," John grinned broadly as if he were proud of himself, reaching for your waist again to pull you back in.

"No thanks, I'm good," you denied.

His expression shifted from overly cheerful to threatening.

"I think I deserve one, don't you? I've been very patient with you the whole evening!"

"I said no." You tried sounding strong, but somehow a proper fight was a lot easier than standing up for yourself. Carefully you took a step back.

"What do you mean, no?"

Another step back and you collided with something warm an firm; the chest of another guest.

"I do suppose she meant it in the way it usually is used, as a denial or rejection," a male voice interrupted, the voice belonging to the man you had stumbled into. A shiver ran down your spine as you recognised it as Dazai's. What was he doing here? "But do correct me if I'm wrong, my love." Affectionately he patted your head as he always did. The contact sent excited sparks through your body.

"Who the hell are you," John snarled, taking a threatening step towards Dazai and you. Instinctively you tensed, preparing to defend yourself, but then Dazai's hand slipped from your head to rest on your shoulder instead, and you knew he was ready to pull you behind himself, should the need arise.

"The person who will make sure to snap your hands off at the wrist if you dare touching her again without her explicit wish."

You knew Dazai's words were directed at John to protect you, but you still couldn't help the shiver that ran down your spine at the ice in his voice. Feeling you tremble, Dazai squeezed your shoulder gently through the long coat you were wearing, his caring touch such a strong contrast to the threat in his words.

"Dazai-"

Carefully you turned around to face him, trusting him to warn you in time should John try to move in. His usually warm brown eyes were hardened with disgust, leaving no doubt about how angry he was on your behalf. Behind your back, somewhere over the harbour, fireworks exploded in the night sky, earning "ahh"s and "ohh"s from the crowd around you. The reds and greens lit Dazai's face up from one side, making him look even more threatening. But you also couldn't help but think that if the expression in his eyes had been softer, he would have looked angelic.

"What's your problem, man," John asked, sounding truly annoyed now.

"My problem is that you tried to kiss her when she clearly told you she didn't want you to. We might go as far as calling it sexual assault," Dazai hissed, trying to take a step forward, but you placed your hand at his chest, stopping him. With every deep inhale he took the cool fabric of his open coat shifted slightly over the smooth material of the expensive waistcoat he wore, giving away how worked up he was. Immediately his brown eyes flickered down to your hand on his chest and then your eyes.

"Don't," you mumbled and Dazai's eyes softened immediately.

"What? You gonna let her put a leash on you like some fucking dog?" John's continuously raised voice started drawing the attention of the people around you to the dispute, making you want to hide against Dazai's chest.

"Oh, kinky," the detective chuckled. "Are you into that, my love?" The last part was directed at you, driving heat to your cheeks.

"Hey-"

John took a step forward, but before you could react, Dazai had shoved you behind him.

"If you take one more step, we'll find out if I can throw you far enough that you'll actually hit the harbour and not the street below," Dazai warned, the playful edge in his voice having vanished again entirely, leaving only a sharp cold. "What do you think, my love? It's quite far to the water. Think he'll make it?"

Tightly gripping onto Dazai's arm, should he actually plan on making good on his words, you directed your attention to John again.

"You should leave," you advised.

Much to your surprise John didn't disagree and instead turned away from you with a clearly audible "bitch" on his lips.

When the next firework exploded in a rain of reds and oranges in the sky above you, he had disappeared in the crowd. Immediately Dazai turned to you, grabbing you gently by the shoulders and leaning down to eye level.

"Are you okay? Are you cold? You're shivering." The concern with which Dazai treated you now was the exact opposite of the way he had talked to John just a second ago. At his question you realised he was right. You were indeed shivering, but not from the cold and rather the stress the past minutes had caused you.

"How did you find me," you asked instead of answering as Dazai shrugged his coat off and threw it over your shoulders, tucking it into place without meeting your eyes.

"Atsushi showed me your message about how you wanted to leave and didn't know how. I got worried," he admitted and somehow he sounded unfamiliarly sincere, still evading your gaze.

"Thank you," you mumbled, leaning your forehead against his shoulder when you realised he wouldn't look at you.

"Can't have anything happening to you, you're too important to me," Dazai whispered, wrapping his arms around you, and holding you close, nuzzling his nose against your hair. He faintly smelled of green tea and ginger cookies.

For a moment you stood still like that, only processing what he had said.

"Why do you always call me 'my love'”, you suddenly asked, trying to pull away far enough to look at Dazai's face, but he kept you pressed to his chest.

"Can't you tell?"

Blue and purple fireworks lit up the night.

"Would I ask if I could?"

He sighed gently, placing a kiss against your hair. "You're not some tempting looking berry that could kill me with the first bite. You're- well, my love."

This time when you tried pulling away, he let you. His eyes reflected the glow of the Ferris Wheel behind your back and the sparks of the fireworks in the sky above the pier. The little light was enough to reveal the vulnerability in his gaze. It was strange. Dazai Osamu didn't do vulnerable. He was wrapped in bandages, protecting the traces of his hurtful past from preying eyes, always wore a cocky smile to hide the sadness that sometimes threatened to shimmer through. You knew him well enough to have seen him pull up these walls more than once. But now instead of throwing the gates to his soul shut, he pulled them wide open, letting you see everything, the pain, the fear, and seemingly infinite amounts of love. For a moment you thought you should be scared of being let in, being presented with all his heart like this. But instead all you felt was overwhelming gratitude and relief at finding your feelings returned.

Reaching up, you brushed a strand of his hair out of his forehead. His skin was cool to the touch and his eyes flickered closed for a moment before he forced them open again, giving you a long and intense look which finally pulled the words from your lips which you had held back for too long already.

"Please kiss me."

Dazai's eyes widened surprised at your request and flickered to your lips, but he hesitated. Instead of leaning in, his gaze grew absentminded for a moment, a muscle in his jaw ticking. Still focused on the way you nervously but your lip, he slowly spoke.

"If you let me kiss you now, you'll never get rid of me again," he warned.

"Who says I want to?"

"I mean it," his eyes finally found yours again as if he had snapped back into the moment. "I know you think I'll just move on like I do with everyone else, but the reason I can't stay with anyone else is because they aren't you."

Instead of answering him, you just kept looking at him, challengingly. Usually, Dazai was not one to easily loose a staring match, but this time he caved far quicker than you had anticipated. The only warning you got was a twitch of his nose before he leant in, pressing his soft lips against yours, making your eyes flicker closed. The smell of green tea filled your nose, as golden stars exploded over your heads, shining through your closed eyelids. Dazai's kiss was careful but determined as he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you against him and when you wrapped your hand into the short hair in his nape, he quietly sighed into the kiss, sending another shiver through your body.

Your heart was beating so hard in your chest that you could have sworn Dazai had to feel it and as if he had read your thoughts, he moved one hand from your waist, and instead slowly ran it up and down your back, gently comforting you into the kiss only to teasingly run the tip of his tongue against your lips once you had relaxed into his arms, making you inhale sharply at the foreign sensation and the sweet taste. Your reaction pulled a warm chuckle from his lips and heat into your cheeks but when you tried pulling away, he only let you do so for a moment before he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you back against his lips, this time more urgent, making you gasp which in turn allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

It felt like he had taken up all your senses, his hair smooth under your fingers, the scent of green tea filling your nose, his breath and your heartbeat in your ears equally drowning out any other sound, his subtle taste of ginger cookies and mints making you dizzy. And when you pulled away, blinking your eyes open and gasping for breath, you met his eyes, fireworks of gold and silver reflecting in dark pools of brown that seemed to have found their own glow from within, shining with something you had never seen this strong in his eyes before. But it had been there for a long time, you suddenly realised, this softness with which he considered you, affection, that usually was well guarded behind the mask he always wore so meticulously. But now he had dropped that mask, for you. And that had to be the greatest gesture of trust you could imagine.

A smile pulled at Dazai's lips as he watched you study his face, not the usual teasing or silly smile, but an honest, heartfelt one.

"Happy New Year," you mumbled, reaching up, brushing the back of your fingers over his cheek. You could have sworn a slight hint of pink dusted over his face but in the dim and ever-changing light of the fireworks it was impossible to be certain.

Dazai laughed quietly, placing his hands at your waist, under his coat which he had thrown over your shoulders earlier, but over your own jacket and pulled you against him until your hips were flushed against his.

"Happy New Year," he whispered back before he leant in to kiss you once more.

[chuuyasfanboy]

hi! may i request hurt to comfort scenarios with dazai, ranpo and chuuya in which it's the first time they make the reader cry during an argument?

yesss hi my first request! I always love reading these kinds of scenarios, they're super angsty but also comforting ykykyk. This is just me but personally I have a really hard time reading hurt no comfort (definitely easy to write it tho hheeeh) so I usually prefer hurt comfort...

Anyways, here we go! I love these three sm<333

Ranpo, Dazai, and Chuuya (Seperate) x GN!Reader when they make you cry in an argument

Ranpo Edogawa

He should know better

No.

He DOES know better.

But for some reason, he just got so heated that he stopped thinking morally. Some evil part of him deep down inside wanted you to cry

The moment it happens though, everything comes back to him

He said the wrong thing at a HORRIBLY wrong time and he knew he did.

He drops everything, goes straight to petty, simple ways to get you to smile

Free reign to his candies, cuddles galore, constant apologies

His first priority is to stop you from being mad. Once you're calmed down, then you two can talk properly

He knows communication is important, and he tries his best to keep it going even when its embarrassing

Especially when it's about you, like it is now

When your tears have been reduced to nothing but little choked sobs, he pulls you into a separate room

Thankfully, nobody was in the office to see that

If they were, he'd be harassed about it for weeks. And he'd deserve it

But nobody was

Just in case though, he still pulls you into a private room

For your sake, he insists to himself, because he doesn't want you to be seen like this, he knows how bad it feels (And he doesn't want anyone to know it was him who did that to you)

He runs his hands through your hair gently, mumbling out soft, genuine apologies

"I'm so sorry, Sugar.." He whispers into your hair, your face stuffed and hidden away in the crook of his neck. He holds you there, because he doesn't mind it, and he needs you to know that right now. "I didn't mean any of it, I'm so sorry. I knew better than that..."

Dazai Osamu

"Oh shit-"

His mind goes completely blank, his jaw drops

He didn't mean to bring you to tears, that was never his intention

Honestly, he thought it was a funny joke, he thought it would lighten the argument

But it did not, it most certainly did not.

His arms immediately wrap around your head and pull you close to his chest

He doesn't want you to pull away, not right now

He needs a second to process himself

To think about his words, what about them affected you

"Oh, 'donna.."

Seeing you like this gets to him, because he honest to god feels like a monster now

What kind of beast makes his own lover cry. He never thought it would be him

So he keeps you close, he mumbles into your ear and tries to calm down you

He's not good at it, he never has been, and he never will be

But he's trying so hard he might cry himself

And then you're both in tears together, confused and miserable

Safe to say after that, the argument blows over and is forgotten

Because nothing is more important than each other, and now you're both just trying to figure out why the other is in tears

"I didn't mean it, 'donna, I didn't," it's the fifth time he's said it in the last minute. You know he's sorry, but hell if he's going to stop saying it. He's trying to comfort himself too, promise to himself that he'd never treat you like that again. Even if it was harmless, even if you were just in a bad mood, he never wants to hurt you.

Chuuya Nakahara

Somehow, this always seemed to happen

After a shitty day at work, and a shitty day for you too.

Usually, you two would just sit in silence, enjoy a movie, and go to bed quietly

But on the few occasions where you two did talk during those frustrating nights, everything cracked

He was so mad, and you were too, you were both so tired

And everything fell into yelling so quickly, quicker than usual

This is why you two didn't talk after shared long days, because of this

But you never cried

You never cried because of him

Not until now

He's almost breathless when he realizes you're choking over your words

He whips around to face you, and for a second it looks like he's going to yell at you more

But instead he's gently wiping your tears away

Because fuck, as perfect as you are regardless, you should never be crying when he's around

When you two got together, he promised you would never cry again

And that was a lie, it seems

You didn't even remember that promise, of course. But he did, because he meant it

This is very serious to him.

He seats you on the couch, tucks a blanket around you, and sits down in front of you on the floor, holding your hands in his

He knows he can't really make up for it. Yelling at you was always a shitty idea, and he should've realized that before every time the two of you devolved into arguments like that

But now the pressure had all come down on your chest, and he was going to keep it from being too much

Your favorite movie or show is on as background noise

Soft kisses on your hands, quiet mumbles in your skin

He's so gentle with you. Maybe it doesn't always seem like that, but he is right now

"My sweet thing, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have yelled like that. I'll make up for it," his voice is always so harmonic like that, when he's frowning up at you and tracing shapes into the palm of your hand. He's ordering takeout, your favorite comfort or safe food. He'll even cook it himself if you ask, anything to make you feel better right now. There's water to your side, the softest blanket he could find tucked snug around your shoulders. And he's going to stay here with you for as long as you need to forgive him.

[chuunai]

hello !! idk if you’ll see this but for the 100 followers celebration, may i please request pm! chuuya + (17) wondering if they deserve you or not + (6) “just look at you, then look at me” ?? maybe it’s like he gets doubts and worries, especially when he sees reader getting interactions with others and considering his job and what it means for the reader? but… um, could it end with fluff, please? also, could it be a fanfic, pretty please? i do apologize if this is way too specific !!

once again, congratulations on 100 followers, you totally deserve it, your writing is absolute heaven !! have a nice day/night/afternoon !!

I love specific people and things no worries and thank you I adore your fanfics too!

✧˚ · . right by you - chuya nakahara

he doesn’t deserve you. not when you’re so good.

summary ⋆ ★ comfort, fluff, unrequited love (supposedly), SFW → minor (barely any) angst with happy ending.

Chuuya Nakahara didn’t deserve you.

Nor the air you breathed, or the space you shared with him at the Port Mafia. He didn’t deserve any of that.

Chuuya had always considered himself an okay person. He killed people, but it was for the sake of Yokohama’s safety—subsequently, your safety. In the eyes of others, he’s a piece of shit through and through (that, he doesn’t deny). But in your eyes, he’s just a guy trying to do what’s best for his subordinates and city. In your eyes, he’s just Chuuya.

It’s a bit odd, honestly.

Having feelings for his subordinate.

It fucked with his mind too.

The Port Mafia was no place for love. Look at Higuchi pining over Akutagawa like a lovesick high schooler—that’s clearly going nowhere. So it’s not like he’d have a chance with you, anyway. Not when you’re so good, too. So, so much better than he ever could be.

Someone like you—who regularly brought cookies to the Mafia’s HQ to ‘boost morale’—didn’t deserve a fake human like him. One who was a vessel of a god. The fake Chuuya Nakahara. No matter how much evidence said he was the real one, he couldn’t believe it. Just look at him, then at you. No, you’re the real human.

And he’s a fucked up mess that also happens to be a murderer.

Great boyfriend material.

In the middle of his self-deprecation, a knock hit his door. Probably Tachihara, that smug bastard. Not like he was doing anything, anyways. Taking one last look at the ceiling of his office, Chuuya called out.

“Yeah yeah, door’s open. Come in.”

Instead of that redhead, it was you.

Shit.

He was sure your shift was over. It was what, eight at night now? You got off right around now, so you had no reason to see him. Yet his cheeks flushed up anyway as a pointless attempt at faking a cough was done to hide the obvious reddening. Mentally cursing himself for for being so childlike with his feelings, he sat up in his chair, pretending to write on a document.

“Need something?”

He’d do it. Just ask. Wait—that’s pathetic.

“No, but the others and I are going out to drink. You wanna come?”

Chuuya perked up immediately, already imagining the taste of red wine sliding down his throat and warming up his body. He loved drinking. Helped to get his mind off his problems—namely, you. His fingers drummed on the wood of his desk, a small hum drifting from his lips as he thought of the potential consequences.

He could get drunk and act stupid in front of you. Or accidentally harass you. Or end up blabbering his head off about Dazai again. Or-

Snapping out of his daze when he saw you awkwardly standing there waiting for his response, he shrugged.

Fuck it. It’d be fine.

“Sure. Usual bar?”

You nodded, fiddling with the hem of your sleeves. You always did that when you were nervous. A small wave of worry washed over him. Did he make you nervous? Shitshitshit. What’d he do?

Standing up, he quickly organized some papers—recent missions and current objectives—into piles on his desk, palms slightly sweaty from the fact that you were watching him. Chuuya didn’t like how he always was a wreck around you. It wasn’t gonna make him good in your eyes, is what he thought. Lord, he wished he knew what would make you like—no, love—him back.

“Let’s go now then, yeah? We can get a head start on the others. Don’t want Tachihara to brag his ass off about being first again.”

He offered a small attempt at a smile, cheeks rosy and all. It was nothing compared to when you smiled, though. Like an angel. His angel. Holy fuck. He’s really gotta stop daydreaming about you when you were in the damn room with him.

Leading the way, he carefully kept to your side throughout the long hallways of the Port Mafia’s HQ, occasionally stopping to discuss a quick matter or two with one of his assistants. When someone bumped into you, he hesitantly placed a hand on your back to keep you steady and remind the other grunts that you were under his protection.

Although that still didn’t stop the dreamy stares at you.

Or the jealousy that Chuuya felt after. He knew that he wasn’t good enough for you, and he respected that. But these guys didn’t. No, they thought they somehow had a chance with you—a living, breathing angel—and that irked him. Shouldn’t they be grateful for just getting to see you? He was, anyway. He’d take all that he could get.

Including this short walk.

Lasting for only three minutes or so, soon you two were out in the chilly night air of the parking lot. You shivered a bit, cheeks and nose turning red and numb from the coldness. Chuuya couldn’t help himself as he nudged you closer to his side to be a bit more warm. Kouyou always said he was a human oven, after all. Walking to his car—nothing too fancy, yet not quite cheap—, like a true gentleman, he opened the door for you to sit in the front passenger seat next to him.

He always drove you to the bars. You always drove him back.

A fair deal, in his opinion.

Starting up the engine, Chuuya sneaked a glance at your profile. Nose tinted with red, cheeks puffy from the cold and eyes staring back at him. Wait. Huh? His face went red. Again. Now the both of you were flushed, and not from the cold.

“Want my coat? You uh, seem pretty cold.”

Please don’t say no, please don’t say no, please don’t-

“Yeah. Please.”

Chuuya shrugged off his black coat, carefully laying it on top of you like a cozy blanket. His hands brushed against your arms as he snugly placed it on you. You looked good under it.

“We’ll warm up with the alcohol later. I know you don’t like whiskey, but a shot should warm you up.”

You made a face, sticking out your tongue and giggling slightly while he started up the car, slowly backing out of his parking spot.

“That’s shit’s nasty, Chuuya-kun. Just like your wine.”

If Chuuya had one complaint about you, it’s that you didn’t like red wine.

“It’s an acquired taste, you brat. If you’d try it out more often, you’d like it.”

His heart warmed up at the sight of your smile, making sure to keep up the banter between you two as he drove to the nearby bar. His fingers twitched, aching to hold yours. To warm you up, too. He didn’t want his coat hugging you. Chuuya wanted to hug you. Was that too creepy? Hopefully not.

Traffic was a shitshow. Both of you agreed that more and more idiots were on the road lately, cursing at the car in-front of you. Thankfully, it didn’t last too long. Ten minutes later and he was pulling into the familiar parking lot of the same bar you two had been going to for a while with the others. A nice small corner bar, retro and one that didn’t mind their eccentricity.

Chuuya didn’t take back his coat from you as you wore it inside.

Ushering you into their usual corner booth, he ordered you two a small drink to start—just a vodka soda. Nothing too much. Although it got him slightly buzzed, a warm feeling calming him down a bit as he sipped. It felt nice. Just the two of you. No rowdy Tachihara. No Higuchi simping over Akutagawa or Gin staring at everyone.

Just you two.

“So uh, when are the others getting here?”

How much time did he have with you alone is what he really meant.

“Oh- let me check real quick. Sorry.”

Chuuya watched as you reached into your purse, grabbing your phone and probably texting Higuchi. A small frown came upon your lips after a minute. Nuh-uh. He’d kill whatever made you frown.

“Eh? Why’re you frowning? We’re drinking, cheer up a bit.”

You looked back at him sheepishly, scooting a bit closer to him.

“Well, apparently Akutagawa got sick so now Gin is taking care of him and Higuchi is worrying so she doesn’t want to come and Tachihara suddenly got busy out of nowhere.”

Yes! Yes yes yes! Just him and you now.

“Sucks. But the two of us are here, right?”

Chuuya was currently praying to God that you’d stay.

“Guess so. Should we order stronger drinks, then? I don’t wanna be sober.”

He now believed in God.

And so you drank. Him with his signature red wine, and you with your preferred drink of choice. Chuuya obviously got drunk first, with the redhead showing signs of intoxication while he got clingy with you. You were equally drunk, and didn’t care that much. So he clung into your arm like a baby while you braided his hair poorly.

“God, your hair is so pretty, Chuuya.”

Ooohh. You called his hair pretty.

“Is the rest of me not pretty?”

He pouted, tugging at your sleeve and resting his head on your shoulder.

“Huh? I didn’t say that. You’re really pretty. Super pretty.”

Wow. He’s super pretty now.

“Well, I think you’re pretty too.”

His face flushed, suddenly realizing what he said as he buried his face in your shoulder, squeezing your arm for reassurance. Why did he say that? Why did he say that!? Stupid alcohol. It made him talk so dumb like this. He didn’t talk like this when the others were around to keep him in check. Shit. Maybe he should’ve have drunk so much.

“You do?”

You looked down at him, fingers momentarily stopping their crafting of his braid.

“Mhm.”

A small shy mumble was all he managed to utter.

“You’re so cute! This is why I like you, y’know.”

His head snapped up immediately. No way in fucking hell were you gonna leave him on a bombshell like that.

“You like me?”

For the second time today, Chuuya was praying to God that you liked him romantically.

“Yep.”

Not helpful.

“But…like a friend? Or uh- romantically.”

Well. He said it. Fuck him. No way you’d like him back.

“Uh.”

Some silence from you.

“I’m not saying.”

Oh yes, yes you fucking were gonna say.

“C’mon, tell me. Pleaseeee?”

Puppy eyed Chuuya. He used this to get out of trouble with Kouyou. Surely, it’d work on you?

“Fine. You’re a bitch, but jesus, I like you romantically.”

Chuuya Nakahara was sure he was at Heaven now. No way you—his angel—just confessed to him. Albeit drunk. But still a confession. One of his hands slowly crept onto yours, lacing your fingers together. He was in bliss, basking in your warmth and ignoring the other rowdy patrons of the bar. You just confessed to him. You like him back.

You like him back.

When he finally got back to his senses and opened his mouth to say that he liked—no, loved—you too, his ears picked up on a small snore from you. Did you seriously fall asleep? You had done it before during previous get togethers, but now? A small smile crept onto his face. Whatever. It didn’t matter. He’d tell you tomorrow.

He’d confess back, take you on a date and prove his worth to you.

Because maybe Chuuya Nakahara could learn how to love like you.

Just maybe.

taglist: @twst-om-lover, @sinfulthoughtsposts

[dazai-anon-archive-taketwo]

Who is the Dazai Anon?

She's a person who's been harassing BSD, specifically Chuuya or SKK fans for a few years now. She sent this to the last archive account.

First of all we want to say that this is someone who is mentally ill, but according to some mutuals of ours this is not the first time she's threatened this.

Additionally she doesn't spam "dazai > chuuya" she tells people to kill themselves and accuses them for everything under the sun. We don't have any screenshots of this next part I have heard she's also sent people self harm pictures and blamed them for "making her do it"

As for why we care, she's been harassing me (2) and our mutuals for the last several months and bsd fans in general for years. We personally haven't taken any of it too hard but she's caused some of my (2) friends to have episodes.

Why not just block?

We have. She makes new accounts and comes back, so blocking is only a temporary solution. If you want to help take her accounts down faster though report her. Like this:

Not everything can be reported if you weren't the target but some things can.

Goal?

The purpose of this account is not to send people to go harass her back, this is solely for documentation purposes. We're not lawyers, we're in minors, but on the off chance any of this helps in a legal case we're keeping a record. There are two of us here, 1 the original admin on the first blog and 2, the one that made the second blog. Because of this being a group blog we can't DM anyone, so asks are the only option. If you have any experiences with her, our inbox is open if you want it answered privately just let us know in the ask and it'll be answered that way. We cam't answer anon asks that way though. Links to posts or screenshots are preferred.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

My knights. Venti-Like! Reader 2

Self-Aware! Nikolai Gogol x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Sigma

Self-Aware! Dazai Osamu x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Chuuya Nakahara

Part I

Fluff. Cuddles. Kisses.

Small one shot. Poly relationship. No ship between characters, they only have relationship with you.

Warning: OOC. Someone tries to shame Reader for having multiple partners. English is my second language.

___________

You and your four... husbands were having a night out. Yes, you finally agreed to Gogol's proposal. And... Osamu's, Sigma's and Chuuya's proposal.

You five spend so much time together, that others already considered you a married... group.

After some discussion, they agree to try a polyamory relationship with you. They weren't interested in each other, but they were interested in you. Slowly, you five managed to make this relationship work.

Then, one day, after getting drunk, Dazai, Gogol, Sigma and Chuuya tried to find a way to make your union official. Unfortunately, in this country you can't have multiple spouses. At least official.

So, instead, you bought four rings and proposed to Gogol, Dazai, Chuuya and Sigma.

They also bought rings for you.

Let's just say, you have to wear your wedding rings on a golden chain around your neck.

The wedding was small. Hawthorne was a priest.

You also learned, that Alcott and Higuchi are crying on weddings.

The wedding was fun.

It was a month ago. Today, you five decide to go to a bar and have a few drinks.

While your husbands were getting your orders, two people decide to introduce themselves.

"Hey, what a cutie like you doing in this place all alone? Let us keep your company."

You glare at the talking person.

"Not interested."

The second person chuckled and leaned towards you.

"Common, don't play hard to get. What's your name."

And then you heard Gogol's voice.

"Their name is [Y/N]. And they are married"

In one minute, Kolya was standing near you and Osamu, Sigma and Chuuya were standing before you.

The duo were startled.

"Wha... Where did you?"

Kolya grinned and grab your hand.

"Let me repeat. That are my spouse, [Y/N]. And these."

Kolya point at Osamu, Sigma and Chuuya.

"Are my spouse's husbands."

The First Person mumble.

"Four husbands... How many people you need in your bed to keep it warm?"

At the end, you five started a bar fight. Somehow, five of you manage to escape before the cops arrived.

_________

You were laying on your bed. In the middle of the cuddle pile.

You were laying on Kolya and Osamu, while Sigma and Chuuya were laying on you.

Been in a cuddle pile were nice. Kolya was playing with your hair, Osamu was whispering sweet words in your ear, kissing your temple from time to time, Chuuya was leaving butterfly kisses on your neck and Sigma was tracing invisible lines on your hand.

You sighed and looked at Kolya.

"Kolya... Was it necessary to start a bar fight?"

Kolya grinned and kiss your temple.

"Sorry, Ptenchik¹, but I couldn't let these brutes offend my dear spouse."

Chuuya huff and kiss your chin.

"The clown is right, darling. They were harassing you."

You rolled your eyes. Without turning your head, you asked.

"Osamu, I guess, you are with them?"

You feel Osamu's lips on your cheek.

"I am, My Dear Guiding Light."

Sigma smiles shyly and plants a kiss in the corner of your mouth.

"You are outnumbered, my sweet."

You huff.

"Okay, I give up, it's not like I can change your mind. You did defeat my honor. So, thank you, my brave knights."

Sigma was the first one you kissed. Sigma was red, when the kiss ended.

Then you kissed Dazai. He tried to make the kiss last longer. He wants to make Chuuya jealous.

Then you kissed Chuuya. Chuuya was grinning from ear to ear.

Kolya was the one, who kissed you. Little sneaky brat.

"Okay, let's cuddle more. I still need my hugs and kisses."

The rest of the night was full of warmth and hugs. You love this four. And they love you.

_______

¹Baby bird (Russian)

[intheticklecloset]

Bungo Stray Dogs Coffee Shots #1-10

A collection of the BSD sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

~~~

1.) Lee Atsushi, Ler Akutagawa

Atsushi hadn’t intended to find himself pinned up against a wall with Akutagawa glaring into his face on his afternoon off from the agency, yet here he was.

Technically their bosses weren’t fighting right now, and Atsushi had been minding his own business picking up a few items since he had the free time, so he wasn’t sure why one of the Port Mafia’s top dogs – let alone Akutagawa himself – was taking a moment to harass him, but honestly, he was used to it at this point.

“Would you let me go?” he sighed, glancing down at his bag of groceries. “My ice cream is going to melt. It’s a hundred degrees out here. How are you still wearing that coat in this heat?”

Akutagawa scoffed, but stepped back all the same. “You’re awfully lax, were-tiger. Who’s to say I’m not here to capture you?”

“We’re not fighting.”

“Officially.”

Atsushi narrowed his eyes. “And unofficially?”

“I’m off the clock. Perhaps I just want to fight you because I can. Clearly you need practice keeping your guard up, even when you’re buying…” he glanced into the bag on the ground. “Orange sherbet. Really, were-tiger?”

“Hey, don’t judge me,” Atsushi grumbled. He reached for the bag, but Akutagawa snatched up his wrist and pinned it to the wall by his head, glaring again. “Let go, Akutagawa. I don’t want to fight you.”

“That’s disappointing.”

Fine. If the man really wanted it so bad, Atsushi would throw a punch. Just one. Or rather, a kick, as his dominant hand was currently occupied.

Akutagawa stopped his attempted assault before he could even extend his leg fully, grabbing him by the knee and gripping hard to stop him.

Atsushi squeaked and shot his leg back down, an involuntary smile splitting his face before he managed to get it back under control.

There was silence for a moment.

“Were-tiger, are you…?” Akutagawa started, but trailed off when Atsushi snapped wide eyes up to him worriedly. He paused. Then he reached his free hand into his rival’s exposed side. “You are. How fascinating.”

“Ah! Ahahaha – Akutagawa, wahahahait, I—!” Atsushi bit his lip, frantically trying to keep traitorous giggles at bay. He hated how the darker man was looking at him now. It was a curious look, and the last thing he wanted was for the Port Mafia to renew their curiosity about him.

Akutagawa hummed, letting go of his wrist to scribble both hands into Atsushi’s underarms, watching him squeak and clamp his arms down with a wicked glint in his eyes. “This is enough to bring you to your knees? If’ I’d known that, you’d have been dead already, were-tiger. Perhaps it’s lucky for you that I didn’t.”

“W-Why is it luhuhuhuhucky?!” Atsushi cried, squirming uselessly against the wall, his ice cream long forgotten. “Ahahahaha! S-Stohohohop!”

“Would you rather be dead?” Akutagawa smirked. He took a step closer so he was right up in the other boy’s giggling face. “More importantly, now that I do know, it means I can exploit this little weakness of yours as much as I like until such time as our factions begin fighting again in earnest.”

Atsushi whined and cackled and pushed at Akutagawa, trying to dislodge him somehow, but he knew it was useless with as weakened as he’d become in the last minute.

It took a while for the Port Mafia member to finally leave him be.

It took even longer for Atsushi to wonder if Akutagawa was ticklish, too.

*

2.) Lee Dazai, Ler Chuuya

“You deserve this, Dazai!” Chuuya growled, wrestling with the brunette to get the upper hand, which he was doing quite easily, as luck would have it. “Accept your fate!”

Dazai grunted as he sank to one knee, one wrist already caught in his rival’s grip, his free hand trying to pry him off. “You don’t hear me denying it,” he replied with a huff, “but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to roll over and let you win.”

“Why does everything have to be a contest with you?!”

“You just make it so easy, Chuuya. How can I resist messing with you?”

The redhead finally grabbed the other wrist, awkwardly crossing Dazai’s arms over his chest while giving him a shove that sent him falling backward, one leg tucked halfway beneath him.

“Owww! Chuuya, you’re hurting me!” Dazai whined, struggling to give himself enough leverage to at least free his lower limb.

Chuuya straddled him just as he managed to do so. “You deserve it, you jerk.”

“So mean.”

There was a brief pause as the redhead assessed the situation, trying to determine how best to go about the rest of his plans while Dazai just smirked up at him. Finally, he muttered something under his breath and let go of one of the brunette’s wrists, shimmying his hand between his overcoat and suit coat, trying to worm his way up to the good spot.

Dazai – curse him – wasn’t letting him get away with it that easily, though. Grinning, he clamped his arm down and said, “Ah-ah-ah. You’ll have to work for it, Chuuya~”

“Fine,” Chuuya growled. He curled his fingers in right where they were at the topmost part of Dazai’s ribcage, satisfied when the man beneath him jerked a little and snickered openly. “You’re only delaying the inevitable, you know.”

“So?” Dazai teased easily despite his situation. “Dohoesn’t mean I wohohon’t watch you struggle a bihihit first.”

“You son of a—” Chuuya let go of his other wrist, shoved his arms up just enough to attack, and plunged both hands into Dazai’s armpits.

Dazai let out a loud bark of surprised laughter, shoving his arms back down. This time, however, he only managed to trap his captor’s fingers right where they were rather than stop them. He gritted his teeth against the flood of laughter that threatened to burst free, but when Chuuya dug in even deeper – more determinedly – he couldn’t help it any longer.

“Bohohohohohold mohohohohove, Chuuya!” Dazai laughed, squeezing his eyes shut against the victorious, knowing smirk the redhead was flashing at him. “Juhuhuhuhust don’t thihihihihink I’ll buhuhuhuhuhuckle so eheheheheasily!”

“Oh, I hope you don’t,” Chuuya replied, far too calm for Dazai’s liking. “I intend to enjoy every moment it takes to break you down until you’re pleading for me to stop. Because you will, Dazai. You always do eventually.”

*

3.) Lee Atsushi, Ler Dazai

“Stop screaming and let me tickle you!” Dazai laughed, one arm wrapped around Atsushi from behind while the other drilled into his ribs.

Atsushi was cackling, squirming and fighting in his mentor’s grip, cheeks dusted pink from both the exertion and the embarrassment. “Nohohohoho! Why?! Dahahahahazai, stohohohohop it!”

“Hmm, you’re pretty sensitive,” the brunette mused to himself, “but also pretty wiggly. Hold still! You’re like a kitty that hates cuddles.”

“Whahahahahat does thahahahahat even mehehehehehean?!” Atsushi cried, doing everything he could to try and get away. “I dohohohohon’t hahahahahte – you’re just tihihihihickling me, and I’m reheheheheally ticklish!"

“Yes, so I’ve surmised.”

As with many things within the agency, Atsushi had no idea how he’d wound up in this situation. One minute he was organizing some papers that Dazai had left unkempt on his desk, and the next the man himself waltzed in murmuring something about ideas and experiments and needing to test something and, well…

“Gah! Dahahahahahazai, no, not thehehehehere!” Atsushi pleaded, giggling helplessly and with increasing panic as his senior began to make his way down and around to his stomach.

“Ooh, ticklish tummy? It makes sense; you are a cat, after all~”

“I’m a tihihiHIHIHIHIGER!! AHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE, DAHAHAHAHAZAI!!”

“Aha! This is a good spot, huh?” Dazai chuckled, ignoring his begging. “Tickle, tickle, little Atsushi~”

“WHY AHAHAHAHARE YOU DOHOHOHOHOING THIS?! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! IT TIHIHIHIHICKLES SO MUCH – DAHAHAHAHAZAI!!”

At that moment – blessedly – Kunikida walked through the door.

“Dazai! What are you doing to him now?”

“KUNIKIDA!! HEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHEHEHE!! PLEHEHEASE – AIIEEEE!!” With a loud yowl, Atsushi’s knees gave out and he started to collapse, but Dazai reacted quickly and kept him upright, finally stopping his assault.

“All right, I think I have what I need now.” He patted his partner on the back. “Way to hang in there, Atsushi.”

The weretiger scrambled away from him, hugging his torso defensively, blushing furiously under Dazai’s beaming smile and Kunikida’s confused frown. “W-Why did you do that? I wasn’t doing anything to you! I was minding my own business.”

“Well, I’ve wondered how ticklish you are for a while,” Dazai replied thoughtfully, as though this were a more serious matter. “And you happened to be alone, so I jumped at the chance to find out! I also wanted to collect some data for a certain someone~” He winked, and it made Atsushi nervous.

“Wait…who, exactly?”

Dazai strolled to the door and opened it, preparing his head start as he replied, “Why, Akutagawa, of course. Who else?”

Then he bolted.

Atsushi was flying out the door behind him in an instant. “Dazai, you jerk, don’t you dare tell Akutagawa about this! I’ll never live it down! Dazai!!”

*

4.) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Atsushi

“I hate you!” Akutagawa screamed, flailing his arms, kicking his one free leg. He glared up at Atsushi as the weretiger sat on his waist, giving him a curious look.

“Is it really that bad?” he asked.

“Dazai, let go of me!” the raven-haired man demanded, trying to kick the aforementioned man away, but Dazai merely held onto his ankle and smiled at him, cancelling his ability and leaving him helpless all in one fell swoop and looking not at all bothered by the position he was putting his former protégé in.

“Weretiger!” Akutagawa tried again, growing more panicked by the second. “Don’t you even think about touching me, you son of a b-eyaaaaaah!!”

Atsushi’s brows went into his hairline at the uncharacteristically high-pitched screech he pulled from his rival just by gently prodding into his ribs. The usually angry-looking member of the Port Mafia had his teeth clenched against a wobbly smile, tiny giggles trapped in his throat, and the young detective decided right then and there that it was the best thing he’d ever seen in his life.

“Wow, you’re that ticklish?” Atsushi asked, genuinely interested, but the question only seemed to rekindle the fighting fire within Akutagawa.

“I hate you! I hate you, I hahahahahate you!” His rival looked mortified at the sounds coming from his lips now, but both of them knew he couldn’t help it anymore. “I’ll kihihihihihill you for this! You will dihihihihihihie! Gahahahahahaha!” Akutagawa bucked his hips, arms pressed to his sides, though it was a useless attempt to stop Atsushi’s dancing fingers along his ribs and stomach. “Quit it! Leheheheheheave me alohohohohone! Dazai!”

Dazai chuckled. “What are you yelling at me for? I’m just making sure you don’t actually kill him, that’s all.”

Akutagawa looked enormously embarrassed and infuriated at the same time. “Ahahahahaha! Weretiger! Stohohohohohop it this instahahahahant!”

Atsushi took in his rival’s huge smile, reddening cheeks, and helpless giggles and decided he couldn’t bring himself to allow this moment to end so easily. “Hmm…maybe if you actually call me by my name I’ll think about it,” he said, pressing his fingers in deeper between the grooves of the darker man’s ribcage. “What do you say?”

Akutagawa tossed head back and absolutely cackled, kicking his free leg, shaking his head. “I hahahahahahate you!”

Atsushi couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, I know. That must be why you’re laughing, right?”

*

5.) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Atsushi

“Now, that was interesting,” Atsushi said, staring at Akutagawa, beginning to smirk a little. “What was that noise you just made?”

Akutagawa glared at him and shoved his hands in his coat pockets. “A noise of annoyance, of course. You’re irritating me, weretiger.”

“Annoyance? I don’t think so.” Atsushi was full-on smiling now. “Sounded to me like you squeaked because you’re tic—”

“It was not a squeak,” the dark-haired man snapped, turning his back on his rival. “And I am not ticklish.”

Atsushi hummed, springing forward, but Akutagawa had been anticipating him and whirled around to block his attack and start up a sparring match all over again. The detective laughed. “If you’re not ticklish, why are you trying so hard to stop me, Akutagawa?”

“I don’t want your hands on me at all, no matter the context.”

“I’m landing blows on you and you seem perfectly okay with that.”

Akutagawa let out a yell and summoned Rashomon to finally get Atsushi away from him, then charged forward and tackled his rival to the ground, pinning him there. Unfortunately for him, Atsushi quickly shifted into his half-tiger form and used his heightened strength to hook a leg around his hip and roll them over so he was the one on top, and then—

“Gahk!” Akutagawa choked on a surprised cackle, quickly slapping a hand over his mouth and pushing Atsushi’s chest with the other, eyes suddenly wild. “Get off me, you blasted – aha! No!”

“Come on, just admit it,” Atsushi giggled, fingers kneading gently into his ribs. “You are ticklish.”

“I’m – dang it, weretiger, leheheave me alone – nohohohohoho!” Finally Akutagawa dissolved into helpless giggles, squirming under Atsushi’s touch, cheeks flaming red. “Get ohohohoff! R-Rahahashom-AHAHAHA!! No, okay, nonono—”

Atsushi’s eyes lit up. “Oh? Is here a good spot?”

Akutagawa clenched his teeth against the flood that threatened to burst from him, struggling to fight against the overwhelmingly ticklish sensations emanating from just under his bottom ribs, near his sides. “Mhmhmhm! I h-hate – hahahahate you! Don’t – GAH!! Please!”

The way the dark-haired man looked right now – his face, his smile, his frantic movements – all of it made Atsushi’s heart skip a beat in way that both surprised and was foreign to him.

Whatever. He could overanalyze it later. For now…

“Tickle, tickle, Akutagawa~” He teased, kneading deeper into that spot, finally earning an explosion of actual, honest-to-god laughter from the grumpiest man he’d ever met.

Akutagawa let the curses fly, but he couldn’t even summon Rashomon with as hard as he was laughing now. Instead he resigned himself to the only thing he could do. “NOHOHOHO!! PLEASE, WEHEHEHERETIGER, DOHOHOHOHON’T DO THAHAHAT!! PLEASE – GYAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Atsushi just smiled, letting the sound of his laughter fill the air and warm him up from the inside out.

*

6.) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Atsushi

“Well, someone’s grouchy,” Atsushi mumbled, rolling his eyes. He pulled out his phone and checked his messages for the millionth time. Still nothing from Dazai, of course. What was taking him so long? He wouldn’t be surprised if the man was already here, just watching the two of them from some hiding spot.

Akutagawa scoffed. “I’m irritated because I’ve been forced into close proximity with you for the last twenty minutes waiting for Dazai, whom you claim is ‘on his way’. Except I’m beginning to think he’s not coming at all and you’re just wasting my time.”

“I don’t know what’s taking him so long! I swear he just likes to put us together to make us suffer.”

“Suffer?” Akutagawa looked at him strangely. “Yes, I suppose you must.”

Atsushi frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Sitting right beside me yet knowing any attack on your part would be futile must make you suffer indeed.”

“I don’t care about that. We have no reason to fight each other. At least, not right now.”

“Hmm.”

Atsushi glanced at him, at the way he sat relaxed in his seat, one leg crossed over the other, arms across his chest, not a care in the world. Something Dazai had told him sprung to mind then, and though he tried to suppress it, he suddenly found that curiosity was indeed about to kill this cat. Well, tiger.

“Besides,” Atsushi spoke again, turning to pounce on Akutagawa before he could react, “I do have an attack that might work on you, if Dazai’s word is anything to go by.”

Akutagawa’s hands grasped Atsushi’s wrists so hard it hurt, but the weretiger was already wiggling fingers into his ribs, and giggles were already starting to sputter out of him whether he liked it or not.

Dazai!

“S-Stohohohop,” the mafia member growled through tiny chuckles, squirming in his seat, but Atsushi was sitting in his lap now – a compromising position should anyone see them like this – and he wasn’t going anywhere. “Weheheretiger! Enohohough!”

“I don’t believe it,” Atsushi marveled, his voice so awestruck Akutagawa knew he was genuinely surprised, and that only made this worse. “You are ticklish! Dazai was right!”

“I’ll kihihihill you!” Akutagawa snapped, trying his best to glare with a wobbly smile on his face. “Dehehehehesist at once!”

Instead, Atsushi smiled right back at him. “What was that you were saying about suffering, Akutagawa?”

From his hiding spot nearby, Dazai smirked at the two of them, enjoying listening to his former protégé’s reluctant giggles while his current mentee looked at him with open endearment.

He decided they could stand to wait for him for another few minutes.

*

7.) Lee Atsushi, Ler Akutagawa

“Stohohohohohop!” Atsushi’s voice was whiny, but the hint of desperation within it didn’t overshadow his panicked elation at being stuck in this position. “A-Ahahahahaku, plehehehehease!”

Akutagawa merely smirked at him as he once again attempted to grab his wrists. It was amusing that the weretiger hadn’t yet learned that getting anywhere close to his tickling fingers would only make Rashomon tighten his hold, stop him in his tracks. Or perhaps that was the fun of it for the detective. His cheeks were certainly pink enough and his smile was certainly genuine enough to indicate he was having fun despite his pleading words.

Atsushi frantically flexed his fingers, trying to grab the air around Akutagawa’s hands, trying to stop him. It was no use. Rashomon held him just far enough away that he was within reach of bringing an end to his ticklish agony yet not able to do anything about it.

“If you want me to stop so bad, then make me, weretiger.” Akutagawa’s words were cold, to the point, teasing. He chuckled at the whine Atsushi let slip. “Break through my defenses if you’re so desperate, you pathetic weakling.”

The mafia member had learned in his few times tickling his adversary that teasing of all sorts worked on the detective beneath him, including the mocking kind. Sure enough, Atsushi arched his back and flexed his fingers even more, trying to do something – anything – to stop him. Instead he collapsed back on the ground and surrendered to his laughter, limbs going weak. Rashomon began to pull his arms further away from his torso, leaving him more vulnerable than before.

Akutagawa plunged a finger into his navel.

Atsushi’s hands flew down yet again.

Rashomon halted him just an inch away from his tormentor.

“AHAHAHAHAHAKU!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” the detective screamed, laughter pouring out of him in wave after wave of unbridled, terrified joy. “I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!!”

“Can’t take it? Too bad.” The raven-haired man shifted out of his straddle and braced himself with one hand by Atsushi’s white hair that had gone wild in his thrashing, grinning wickedly down at him, still wiggling that single finger that was spelling out his victory tickle by careful, deliberate tickle. Atsushi stared up at him, wide-eyed and afraid, but also – somewhere deeper in his gaze – daring him to continue.

Akutagawa leaned in close, their faces just inches apart, Atsushi’s laughter filling the space between them. The detective was blushing furiously, and his rival couldn’t get enough of it.

“You’re all mine now, weretiger.”

*

8.) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Atsushi

Usually, the fact that Akutagawa wore his coat at all times – indoors or outdoors, no matter how hot it was – bugged Atsushi. The man had to be sweltering; surely it couldn’t be healthy to roast alive like that. But these days, as it was getting colder outside and the leaves were beginning to fall from trees, the weretiger could appreciate the commitment.

“Hey,” he said, getting the darker man’s attention. Akutagawa glanced at him, a bored but listening expression on his face. Atsushi held out his hand. “Come here. Snuggle with me.”

Akutagawa blinked. He hesitated. That was another thing Atsushi knew was difficult for him – physical affection. But he knew if he just waited a minute and let him get over his internal hurdles on his own, he’d eventually give in.

Sure enough, after almost a full minute of silence, Akutagawa sighed and scooted over to him on the couch, barely batting an eye when Atsushi dove under his coat, wrapping what little fabric he could around himself, soaking up his lover’s warmth.

“You can just admit that you’re cold,” Akutagawa muttered, allowing Atsushi to climb into his lap and rub his cheek against his chest. “Stupid weretiger.”

“I like cuddling with you,” Atsushi replied, wrapping his hands around the executive’s waist, daring to slide one hand beneath his shirt and along the skin of his back. “You’re warm.”

Akutagawa sucked in a sharp breath, tensing, hissing a warning, “Weretiger.”

Atsushi lifted bright, excited eyes to him, letting his nails drag along the sensitive skin of the backs of his rival’s ribs. “I also like seeing you smile. You haven’t all day, you know.”

Strong hands gripped Atsushi’s shoulders, Akutagawa’s arms shaking as he focused his energy on not laughing. Still, a wobbly smile turned the corners of his mouth upwards. “Don’t—” Then a tweak to the space between his bottom two ribs made him jerk and let out a giggle beyond his control, and his shy dimples finally came out from hiding. “Aha! A-Atsushi!”

Atsushi let up on his tickle attack but continued to hug Akutagawa even closer, trying to absorb him from sheer force of cuddling. “It doesn’t count as snuggling if you don’t do it back.”

“Idiot,” the executive managed through a shaky breath, forcing his limbs to relax. He knew the detective would let him be if he just reciprocated the affection he was receiving. He wrapped his arms around Atsushi’s shoulders and breathed in his scent, burying his nose in his white hair. “You are such a catboy.”

More giggles spilled out of him uncontrollably as Atsushi got him back for that comment.

*

9.) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Atsushi

Akutagawa never took off his coat, and he had good reasons for that. The first and foremost of which was the fact that without it, he couldn’t use his ability, and was thus helpless in every way. He hated being helpless. He never wanted to feel out of control.

With Atsushi, however, he’d started to feel safe. Safe enough to remove his coat when it was just the two of them, the better for them to get even closer.

Big mistake.

“You son of a—”

Atsushi pressed a finger to his lips with a smile. “Ah-ah. Watch your mouth.”

Akutagawa glared up at him, cheeks red with embarrassment. He struggled in his kind-of boyfriend’s firm grip, but even if he hadn’t been using his tiger’s strength to keep him down, Aku doubted he’d have been able to get away.

“You’ll pay for this, weretiger. Mark my words.”

“Oh, I know. It’s worth it, though.” Atsushi beamed sweetly at him dragging one of his claws from Aku’s armpit down his ribs and side to his waist, pausing there for dramatic effect before going right back up again.

Aku pressed his lips together defiantly, shaking his head even as his body trembled from the soft touch. He let out a breath when Atsushi paused at his upper ribs, only to choke on his next inhale when the weretiger began scribbling into his armpit in earnest.

“Shihihihihihit! Weretihihihihiger!” Akutagawa cackled, a helpless smile on his face now. He tried rolling away, but Atsushi’s knee was there to stop him, and then he was well and truly trapped beneath his monster of a not-boyfriend.

Atsushi giggled with him. “You’re so cute when you’re trying to hold back on me. You know this tickle, tickle, tickles~ Just let it out, Ryu~”

“H-Hate—!” Aku let out a short bark of laughter when Atsushi began gently pinching the skin of his underarm between his claws. The mafioso arched his back and laughed miserably at the insanely ticklish feeling, wishing upon every star in the sky that he’d kept his coat on. “Hahahahahate you, weretihihihihiger! Gahahahahaha!”

Atsushi gave him the sweetest, most heart-melting smile in his arsenal. “Love you too, Ryu.”

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10.) Lee Chuuya, Ler Dazai

Chuuya had his head thrown back in absolute hysterics, and it was without a doubt the most beautiful thing Dazai had ever seen.

“Stop!” The redhead wheezed, flailing his arms uselessly in the direction of Dazai’s hands, which were latched firmly onto his thighs, kneading into the inner parts of them with relentless precision. It had taken a lot of trial and error and screamed curses from Chuuya for the detective to find the spot that reduced him to helpless laughter, and now that he’d found it, he wasn’t about to let up.

Dazai smiled sweetly at him, knowing he couldn’t really see. “But you look good like this.” Still, he lightened his touch enough to allow his partner to gasp for breath, his face having turned a dark crimson.

“Please,” Chuuya rasped, sucking in air like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. There were mirthful tears in the corners of his eyes when he lifted his head to look pleadingly at Dazai. “Please, no more! I’m way too ticklish there—”

Dazai smirked, went back to his earlier ministrations, and watched with satisfaction as Chuuya fell right back into his earlier position, screaming with laughter for a few moments until it went silent again.

After another couple of minutes, the detective finally showed mercy and let up on the harsh tickling, switching to light scribbling along the tops of his thighs near his hips instead, and Chuuya caught his breath even while still giggling like a child.

“Having fun yet, chibi?” Dazai asked teasingly, laughing himself when the redhead attempted to glare at him.

“Hahahahahate you, you sahahahadistic bahahahastard,” he managed, squirming, trying to roll onto his side and get away.

Dazai hummed. “Sounds like chibi didn’t learn his lesson…”

“No, wait! I learned it, I learned it!” Chuuya screeched, jolting upright and grabbing onto Dazai’s shoulders. “Please—”

This time, the detective silenced him by closing the distance between them with a tender kiss.

[ashleyh713fanfics]

Dazai X Odasaku!Sister "Timeless" P2

Hello! I've been writing for awhile but this is the first time writing bsd. I gave Oda's sister a name but I'll do a version with y/n if that's more your speed. Synopsis: After Odasaku's death Dazai searches for a way to fulfill his last request but doesn't know where to start. That is until he meets Odasaku's mysterious little sister. Warnings: Usual bsd warnings. Murder, talks of death and suicide, Dazai being a sociopath. Part 2/3

Read Part One Here: https://www.tumblr.com/auranova713/741634729746612224/dazai-x-odasakusister-timeless-p1

Another one of his victims' screams filled the space before he was silenced permanently as Dazai blankly put his gun back into his holster before exiting the room in pure silence. Mori had given him extra work to “keep his mind busy” in order to not attempt another suicide in the wake of Odasaku’s death but the boy just found it boring. 

In fact, he found everything boring. The guy he was torturing didn’t even show him anything interesting. He didn’t make any fun expressions or say anything of note. It was all just run of the mill screaming and cursing. Sigh. 

Moving out into the hallway, the boy then wandered into the next place on his schedule in order to go inside the meeting room and slump into the chair with a childish groan. “Mori, I’m bored. That guy was the worstttt.” 

The mafia boss only chuckled though, his fingers resting under his chin like they usually did. “Apologies Dazai. I’ll make sure to find you something more interesting to play with next time.” 

Pouting his lips, the boy frowned. “You’re just saying that so I won’t attempt another suicide again. It’s not fair! You sneaky man. So evil.” 

Once again, Mori only laughed, already used to Dazai’s dark words. “You aren’t wrong there. I guess I just wanted to bring you back to your usual self after you’ve been off the last week. Of course I know why but I need my executive to remain sharp.” 

Giving the man a warning eye for a split second at the vague mention of Oda, the boy then quickly threw it away in order to kick his feet under the table. “Ughhh fine. This meeting better be interesting at least.” 

Spoiler alert, the meeting wasn’t interesting in the slightest. They just talked about a string of uprisings in the area that were challenging the port mafia. Blah blah basic stuff really. 

See, this was the problem with Dazai. His world always spun far too fast for anyone to comprehend. It was like everyone else was constantly moving at a snail's pace and the boy found it a pain to slow down even for a millisecond. 

He was sharp, calculating and observant, more than anyone else could be. And in a way he wished that wasn’t the case, finding the experience boring and dull. Nothing could interest him for long enough for him to care. The entire world was just a toy he threw away time and time again. 

Any conversation he held was already finished before he could even speak, every move from an enemy was deciphered in a millisecond of them thinking it. It was all so boring. Everything, everyone. He was numb to it all. 

And sure, there were things that remedied that. Alcohol was a vice that temporarily slowed him down but it wasn’t ever enough, sex felt good but was also fleeting in terms of enjoyment and torturing only brought him possible entertainment not fulfillment. 

So much so, Dazai didn’t see a point in it all, wanting to just die rather than have to suffer in the mediocrity for the rest of his life. That right, a quick painless death was what was best for him. If only the universe would let him have that. 

Cause apparently Mori would not. How annoying. 

Couldn’t he see that there was truly no value in living?

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Once his meeting was finished, the boy found himself wandering the streets of Yokohama once more. He was only a couple blocks from the port mafia base but that place was making him antsy. He needed to find something interesting and fast. 

Usually he would’ve harassed his idiot partner Chuuya but he was out of the country on a mission which meant that his usual toy wasn’t available. Ah how unfortunate.  

Just then, Dazai’s uncovered eye couldn’t help but focus on a very familiar individual, her crimson red hair skipping with her steps as he looked wide eyed wandering through the crowds of people. 

And if he didn’t know who she was, the boy would’ve thought she was a tourist with how fascinated and enamored she was with everything. 

So much so, the boy couldn’t help but watch her silently, his head turning in interest. He thought Ango had sent her back home last night. But what was she doing here, and so close to the port mafia base? 

And he didn’t plan to pursue her, Ango’s deep warning still clear in the back of his head. Well, that was until he watched the girl step into oncoming traffic, her eyes not noticing the red flashing lights at the intersection in the slightest. 

At the sight, Dazai’s heart couldn’t help but drop inside his chest as images of Odasaku’s death crashed into him immediately. And though this girl wasn’t him, her similarities made him feel like he was watching his best friend’s death again. 

So much so, he lifted his bandaged arm towards her in anxiety, pulling her backwards into his chest just as a car flew past them and across her vision and shouted out the window. “Hey! Watch where you’re walking!” 

Asagao then blinked behind her glasses in order to turn around to meet the frazzled boy only for her eyes to light up with that same kind of giddy joy he saw last night. “Oh. Osamu! Nice to see you again! I was hoping we would run into each other soon!” 

He paused at the sound of his first name. How odd, no one usually called him that. So informally. Then again, from what he gathered from Ango she wasn’t from around here. Which probably meant she was used to living in a place that used surnames, unlike Japan. 

Strangely enough though, the boy didn’t comment on it, finding the name refreshingly different. “You know, if you want to die there are less messy ways to do it. I could give you some pointers if you’d like?.”

Asagao only looked at him confused though, her blue eyes barely noticeable behind her large circular glasses. “Die?” 

Yet that’s when Dazai pointed over towards the crosswalk that almost killed her only for her to follow his finger and squint her eyes in silence. Was her eyesight really that bad? But she was wearing glasses. 

Then he watched her gasp audibly before nodding her head in understanding. “Ohhhh…so that’s what that red light was. Sorry, I’m not used to the streets here. Back home it wouldn’t be such a problem. Thanks for saving me from being a pancake though, I really appreciate it. That would’ve been embarrassing.” 

Well. that confirmed it. Her eyesight really was shit. Dazai wondered why she even made it this far with something like that. Probably out of pure luck from the looks of it. 

Which begged the question why she was here in the first place. “Didn’t Ango say he was taking you back?” 

And looking at her, he realized that maybe Ango was right after all. She obviously didn’t have the cautious intuition to live in Yokohama, considering she almost died by that truck a couple seconds ago. 

The way she was now, he doubted she’d last the rest of the day.

Asa only smiled sheepishly though, a hand to her head in order to answer nervously. “Ah, yeah. But then I kinda..ran away from him..?”

Ran away? Did she just say she ran away from Ango? Oh now that was too good. She slipped out from under him so easily. If only he could see the look on his face when it happened. Honestly good, Dazai knew he deserved the misery. 

So much so, the bandaged mafioso's lips curved upwards before giving a short chuckle of his own. “Ha! I bet he’s scrambling right now.”

Although that was when he watched Odasaku’s sister pause for a moment before shifting around on her feet, like she was nervous before finally speaking. “Anyways since you're here you wanna go somewhere with me?”

Dazai felt himself pause then. Just what was her game? No one had ever invited him anywhere before, well without ill intentions. “And why would I do that?”

Asa then looked down for a moment before shrugging her shoulders in order to reply. “Cause you’re bored?”

Feeling himself freeze, Dazai couldn’t help but feel amused by her answer. How did she know he was searching for something to entertain him, something to fill the mundane? It’s like she had read him. 

Or it could've been a lucky guess, that was more likely. 

Either way, the boy felt himself smile under his breath before reaching forward in order for his fingers to wrap around her arm and pull her forward with a low whisper. “Are you saying you’ll entertain me, darling?” 

He meant it as a joke to toy with her, wanting to see her off guard and flustered face from how close the distance suddenly was. 

Yet he was certainly surprised when she only nodded her head, like she was accepting some sort of challenge. “I’ll try my best!” 

In fact, she didn’t seem bothered by his hold, the boy’s fingers tightening ever so slightly before feeling his lips turn upwards when more, this time in a genuine sign of interest. 

Well, would you look at that? Odaskau’s sister had just cured his boredom. 

Allowing his fingers to unhook from the sight, the mafioso then stared down at his new entertainment before speaking lightly. “Very well, lead the way.” 

Then all at once, he watched the girl practically squeal with delight in order to do some sort of dance with her feet before beaming joyfully. “Ahh! Thank thank you. It’s just this way..I think…” 

Turning her body around, the girl was then gasping as she walked straight into a passerby only for her to jump back with a nervous chuckle and bow. “Oops, sorry! Excuse me!” 

Dazai couldn’t help but gaze at her with hilarity before following behind with a chuckle. 

Oh Asagao, how strange you are. I’ll dig into that brain of yours soon enough.

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The place she took him was towards the edge of town, up on a cliff as it overlooked the entire city of Yokohama. And to some, the purple/pink colored sky would be called beautiful. But to Dazai he didn’t feel the same, only looking down at the distance in order to gauge how much it would hurt if he jumped off. 

Asagao, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying herself. “Whoa, it’s just like brother described it. I can’t believe I’m actually here. Finally, if only it wasn’t too late.” 

The girl then looked down with a sad distant smile before turning towards Dazai. “Tell me, Osamu. Is it really as beautiful as I think it is?” 

And even though she was looking at the same sky, the boy couldn’t help but see the disconnect in her eyes. It was like she wasn’t truly viewing it, like she was only seeing a blurred vague picture of what it was supposed to be. 

Putting the pieces together, Dazai spoke. “Why don’t you take your glasses off and find out? They don’t help you see anyways.” 

It was something he figured out the minute she stepped into that oncoming traffic. On the outside it looked like the girl was oblivious to her surroundings but Dazai was smarter than that. He knew there was more to her than meets the eye

And it had everything to do with the large glasses that covered her vision. But what he couldn't figure out is why she was walking around with the wrong prescription? Why was she just going around life unable to see? 

His statement didn’t shock Asagao though, her arms leaning against the railing before speaking wistfully. “Now why would I do that? What if it’s not as amazing as I’m picturing in my mind, what if the reality isn’t as beautiful? No, the art of pure imagination is better I think.” 

Then, Dazai had his answer. “You wear them on purpose.” 

Watching her eyes widen at his words, the girl then lifted her fingers up to the objects before giving a laugh that sounded like relief. “You’re the first person that’s noticed. Usually people just call me clumsy and stupid.” 

She then pushed herself back off the railing in order to stretch her arms out as Dazai watched with pure interest for her actions. “Tell me, Osamu. What is the value of life?” 

Her question was almost laughable, the boy knowing better than anyone what the truth is. “Easy, there is none.” 

And for a second he thought she would disagree with him, that she would tell him he was being silly or unreasonable like everyone else did. That, or they tried to convince them that his answer was false when it clearly wasn’t. 

Yet Asagao did none of those things, her eyes simply closing before smiling softly. “That’s right. But what if there could be the possibility of one?” 

At that, Dazai paused. The possibility of value? What was she saying? That didn’t make sense. Of course there was no possibility. He had never even thought of one before. 

What a naive thing to say.

He opened his mouth to counter before Asa simply knew what he was going to say and beat him to it. “I’m not dumb, I know that the world is cruel, I know that it turns on you in the worst ways. I know that if you truly see what is happening, it crushes you into nothing. If you look at it for too long it will consume you and break you.”

Lifting her head up, the girl then continued plainly. “But what you didn’t have to look at, you didn’t have to perceive it? Then you can see past that, you can imagine something bigger, something better.”

Asa then pointed to her glasses before pushing them up in order to cover her entire face as she finished with pure honesty. “That’s why I choose to be blind, to live life in a blurry uncertain reality. I would rather see existence for how it could be rather than how it is. I want to give the world a chance to be beautiful, and then maybe one day, it actually will be..” 

Flashing with some sort of realization, she then muttered under her breath. “Well that, and another reason you’ll find out soon enough..”

And although Dazai wanted to ask her about the other reason, he was far too caught up in the romanticized answer she had given him. How strange, this girl was both self aware and purposely blinded to the way the world worked. 

She knew that there was no value and was still searching for one? How preposterous. He knew she’d only find disappointment by doing that. Life wasn’t that gracious, it wasn’t going to show her anything beautiful. She was wasting her time. 

Because of that, the boy lowered his eyes, a dark feeling pooling inside his chest at the words. “And what if you never find it, what if there is no value after all?” 

He then watched her think for a second before turning towards him with a look of pure confidence. “Well, then at least my life would be filled with sweet delusions rather than horrible realities. I would be able to die with peace.” 

Yet a second later, the girl seemed to catch the blank look in Dazai’s eyes before quickly turning away with embarrassment. “I know, you’re looking at me like I’m crazy, and maybe I am. That’s usually the reaction people give me. Either that or they tell me to check into a mental hospital.”

And for a moment, Dazai felt himself pause to really think about her ideals. Sure, maybe a normal ordinary person would look at her like she was crazy but he was far from normal. So much so, the boy couldn't help but mull over the words silently. 

Then, he spoke wistfully. “Dying with peace, that’s what I want too.”

All at once, Asagao perked her head up at that, slowly turning back to him only for Dazai to add lightly. “And believing there is a point to it all when there isn’t, it’s an interesting sentiment..” 

Turning her head back to him, the girl leaned forward with a new kind of desperation, like she was begging to be understood for once. “You really think so?” 

Dazai only nodded his head though, his mind deep in thought. “Yeah, maybe if I looked at life like that then things wouldn’t be so dull all the time. Maybe the world could be something other than boring.”

And he meant those words, never having thought of such a ridiculous thing before. How strange, Odasaku’s sister had said something rather intriguing. He hadn’t felt like that in awhile. 

Asagao then frowned before turning her head in question. “Do you think everything is boring?” 

Dazai lifted his hands in response, his badges showing through his black jacket. “Of course, because that’s what it is. Nothing has ever surprised me and nothing ever will. That’s why I wanna go as quickly and painlessly as possible, just so it can be over.” 

And usually when he told people about his plans to die they looked shocked and confused. Not Asagao though, she only nodded her head like what he was saying was a logical and sound statement. 

Pausing for a moment, she then whispered. “But what about my brother, did he surprise you?” 

At the mention of Oda, the mafioso felt himself stiffen before a sad smile crossed his lips in memory. “Odasaku was interesting, but he always did as I predicted. With him, I didn’t mind as much though. Moving slowly wasn’t as annoying.” 

Those nights at Bar Lupin may have been just as pointless as everything else was but Dazai felt different there. He felt strangely human, more so than ever before. There he could pretend, he could play the part of being a normal fifteen year old kid rather than the brutal demon prodigy he really was. 

It didn’t matter if Odasaku was lower in rank than him, the man was just his friend. That's all it was to it. 

He then heard the girl hum only to find her gazing down as if to search for something invisible.

She was making that face again, the one that looked like she was struggling to find the impossible. “I see..” 

And this time, Dazai spoke on it. “You didn’t know him, did you?”

Widening her eyes at his declaration, Asa then turned to him in shock only for Dazai to explain his deduction. “Your eyes look disconnected when you talk about him, like you can’t paint a picture fully no matter how desperately you want to.” 

Then she closed her eyes before speaking sadly. “Oda was gone for most of my life and I never blamed him for it. I know the life he lived was dangerous and he didn’t want me in it. I could live with that. He took my place in the darkness so I never had to experience it.” 

Playing with her hands, Asa then put them down before continuing. “But when you told me that he died, I realized that I felt…nothing. I couldn’t mourn, I couldn’t even feel grief because my brother was a complete stranger to me. He still is. I have no idea what he was like or who he was.” 

It was something that Dazai had figured out since their first meeting. Why else would anyone be so nonchalant about their brother’s death unless they didn’t really know them. 

And the way she always spoke about him, it seemed detached and odd. 

Opening her eyes once more, the red haired girl then turned towards the mafia executive before staring straight through him. “But you do, Osamu. You poured a drink for him, you knew how precious he was. I’m jealous of it, of the way you knew my brother in a way I never could.” 

At that, the boy’s head couldn’t help but feel a strange unexplainable feeling. He felt strange, knowing that she was right. He knew Odasaku better than anyone, better than his own sister, and now that he was dead she would never get the chance to. 

Those memories at Bar Lupin were his and his alone. She couldn’t have them so matter how desperate. 

His eyes then flashed with realization. So that’s why she said it was okay if he killed her. Because she knew that Dazai was the closest thing she could ever get to seeing her brother. Asagao wanted him to pull that trigger in a desperate attempt to be closer to him. 

Snapping him out his thoughts, the girl then pointed to the landscape. “That’s why I came up here. He used to write me letters about his time here, and though I could never send any back I treasured them. I hoped that when I came here I could finally be a bit closer to him, that I could see who he really was.” 

He recalled her saying something about that before, Dazai leaning forward in order to pry. “You said that he wrote about me.” 

And he tried not to sound desperate but just the idea of getting to have anything else from Odasaku even after his death was enough to make him long for it. New words, new paragraphs. He wanted to know them all. 

It seemed like Asago sensed it anyways though, her eyes lifting with interest for the reaction. “Would you like to read them?” 

Dazai remained silent at that, not wanting to show his desire only for Asa to kick herself off the railing in order to stroll up to him with a mischievous stare. “I’ll let you, under one condition.” 

Her words sounded like blackmail, causing the trained mafioso's shoulders to tense. 

Yet that’s when the girl simply lifted her arms out with a goofy smile. “Be my boyfriend.” 

And for once, Dazai had not expected that, his eyes blinking with slight disbelief before quickly twisting his lips into a devious smirk. 

Poor girl didn’t know what she was asking for. “What, have you fallen for me?” 

Asago only nodded her head though, obviously not embarrassed. “You could say that.” 

And this time, Dazai couldn’t help but laugh, stalking up to the red haired girl before leaning forward in order to latch onto her chin and pull her forward with dark intent. “You don’t even know who I am though.” 

She wasn’t scared in the slightest though, her blue eyes simply narrowing before speaking cocky. “Says you.” 

Says you? What a weird way to answer. Dazai knew for a fact that she didn’t know him, cause if she did then she would never be asking the question in the first place. Such confidence for someone that was dead wrong. 

Besides, even if she did know he was a brutal mafia executive he highly doubted Odaskau would have agreed to the two of them being together. Nah, he knew he would just ruin her. Sure, it would be fun to watch but the fact that she was his best friend's sister made him resist such an idea. 

He then paused for a moment before finally letting up in order to shrug his shoulders. “Well, sorry to disappoint but I’m not in the market for a girlfriend right now, sweetheart.” 

Asagao only narrowed her brow in silence though, truly taking his answer to heart before nodding once in order to point a finger and beam. “Alright then, how about a bet?”

Dazai felt his interest peek at that, unable to stop himself. “A bet?” 

Taking a step closer to him, the girl then explained “You said that no one has ever surprised you, well I bet by the end of the day I can at least once. If I win you have to be my boyfriend and if you win I’ll show you all of Oda’s letters and never ask again. What do you say?” 

And whether she had meant it or not, Dazai’s devious mind couldn’t help but revel in the idea. He loved bets and more than that, he loved winning and seeing the confused and or pissed off look in their way when they found out he was way smarter. 

He could almost picture Chuuya’s stupid face when he won all their little rivalries. 

And this time, the fact that she was Odasaku’s sister didn’t save her, the demon eying down his prey with a dark smirk. “I’ll have you know I’ve never lost a bet before.” 

Asagao wasn’t shaken though, her face unchanging as she hummed. “Well, I’m in luck because betting on impossible chances happens to be a hobby of mine...”

She was cocky, but he knew that wouldn’t last long. Even still, the boy humored her, knowing how sweet it would feel when she lost. 

And she would lose, that was one hundred percent certain.

Lifting his fingers out, the mafioso then grabbed her hand forcefully before pushing it up to his lips in a mocking kiss of challenge. “Oh? Well then, show me what you got, darling.” 

She didn’t blush though, she didn’t freak out or turn red. The girl simply gasped at the agreement before jumping back with a newfound passion. “Really?! Alright, Let’s go then!” 

Yet the moment she turned around, Asagao bumped her entire body into the railing, her steps faltering in order for a couple things to fall out of her pocket as she gasped. “Whoa, who put that railing there, am I right? Ha ha ha. Crazy.” 

But because this was the third time of her falling, Dazai only chuckled in order to turn away from her completely. A good person would’ve told her about her missing items but the boy hardly cared, already eager to see her fail miserably.

Part 2/3

Read Part 1 Here:

[your-dark-angel]

☠︎︎Fem! Dark era! Dazai x reader ☠︎︎

Warning: Swearing, mention of sexual dance, insults, murder,crimes,sexual harassment, mention of drugs and alcohol, mention of suicide and self harm scars.

A little note:I had a dream about this lol

Pairing:Dark era Fem!Dazai x reader

Short description:You are an informator and Dazai came to ask for your help

Words:2K

There will be a part 2!

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Dazai is now eating at the table with Mori who called her. She is eating a steak with her fork in her hand and a knife in the other hand. Her guts are telling her he wants something from her. She just keeps eating waiting for him to say something.

"Dazai,we both know that I did not bring you here for nothing." Mori says while eating as well.

She just nods. She fixes her skirt making sure she looks good.She is in front of her boss after all.

"I have a mission for you. Pay attention." He says making eye contact with his mafia executive.

Mori looks dead serious about this making Dazai wonder how he trusted her with something like this."There's this man who owns me a lot of money. That bastard had gone missing recently as his date to repay me got closer. I need you to find him and bring me back my own money and his head." He adds literally stabbing his steak.

"Did I ever let you down,boss?" She says confident. She does need some confidence for this type of missions. After all he put all his trust into her.

"You never and you can't. We both know there's punishment waiting for you if you fail a mission." He says in a cold tone. "We don't want you to end up like my last executive."

Mori is sure a strict boss who always follow the rules making sure everyone respects them and him,the leader.

Dazai,on the other hand, knows rules are important in the mafia,but she thinks there's need for chaos sometimes.

"You're an interesting one so I am not in doubt that you will be able to do it." Mori says as he pours some wine in his glass.

"Now listen up. The guy's name is Hiragi Riku. He owns me around 10 million yen. Something I know about this guy is that he used to lead a club.

I can give you an address if this helps." The boss says finishing his food.

"Yeah. That would be perfect." She says finishing her food as well. She gets up getting ready to leave.

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The girl just left to the club with the address Mori gave her. Of course she dragges Chuuya with her to annoy him.

"Remind me again why did I have to come too? Isn't this your mission?" Chuuya says getting off his motorcycle.

Dazai gets off the motorcycle as well as she smirks. "One, You're my personal driver and two, you're the person I love to annoy the most" She says playfully.

"What the actual fuck, asshole?!" Chuuya says getting already angry.

"See what I'm talking about? It's fun to see you get angry so easily" She chuckles.

They both enter the club.

Dazai tells Chuuya to talk to the barman and call her if he finds anything interesting. Meanwhile, Dazai is going to talk to a dancer.

What Mori didn't mention is that this is not a normal club.

"Excuse me,miss." Dazai says respectfully.

"Oh? Are you here to play, girl? Didn't know we have clients into this" The dancer says getting closer to Dazai.

"Come in the back, but you gotta pay me first" She adds smirking.

The brunette girl takes a step back.

"No,no! You got me all wrong! I want to talk to you." She says a bit uncomfortable talking to her.

"Talk? Listen here, I'm not payed to be a therapist. I'm payed to dance for horny ass old bastards." She says not paying attention to the young lady in front of her anymore.

Dazai is one of the people who doesn't give up easily so she speaks again hoping she will find some information."Hiragi Riku. What was he like?"

The dancer looks at him confused and scared.

The look in her eyes already makes Dazai question about this man's identity."I don't know what you're talking about. I don't know anyone with this name.Leave me alone or I will call the security."

The brunette haired girl tries to speak again to ask 'Why?' but the dancer leaves. 'I guess that's a sign I should go talk to Chuuya' She thinks.

"Any luck?"

Chuuya looks at his partner with a confident look. "Yeah. The barman says he didn't get to know this guy since he is quite new, but he heard rumors about him covering his wife's murder."

The girl sure knew something is not right here. Of course, Mori knew this guy because of his money or crimes or maybe even both. As a mafia leader of course that's the only way he can have a connection with someone.

She already thought that this guy is trouble, but how does that help with the reason he went missing? Is there really any connection? "Anything else?" She finally speaks again after a few seconds of analyzing everything.

"No. I couldn't get much out of him since he's knew. How about you?" Chuuya says.

"I couldn't find anything. The other employees look terrified of this guy." She says still thinking. There's not enough information for sure. They need more, they need a lead.

What if they ask a regular customer?

Who is that wife? Any family to ask about her relationship with him? Any children to ask? She has a few ideas.

So she grabs Chuuya and goes to an old man standing and looking with a smirk at one of the dancers.

"Hello,mister. Are you a regular here?" Dazai asks.

The man in front of them looks

miserable. He is clearly drunk or high.

"Well hello,young lady. You look really mature for your age. I like this type of girls." The man says as he starts drinking. "I've been going for quite a while here. I wouldn't consider myself a regular though"

"We have a few questions about the other boss. Did you happen to know him or anything related to him?" She asks trying to ignore the gross remarks.

Dazai is only talking to this guy for information so she better keep her mouth shut until she gets what she wants.

"Yes, I do know him. I had the pleasure to talk to him a few times." The old man says.

"Great. Do you know anything about his wife?" The ginger haired boy asks ready to slap the stranger. He knows they need information for the sake of their criminal organisation so he is trying to keep his calm,like Dazai.

"She was murdered recently. Just before her husband when missing" The old man says.

"Thank you. Do you know anything else about her?" Dazai asks as she smiles trying to make him tell everything he knows.

The man smirks as he sees her being patient and polite with him. He hopes he will be able to touch the girl in front of him if he playes it well.

"She was from Europe, Transylvania and she moved here. Her family are still living here and couldn't afford to take a trip to their own daughter's funeral. Isn't it sad?" The man says as his gaze is fixed on Dazai's body.

"Is this all?" Chuuya says trying to make him look at him.

"Yes. Now, does the young lady love her mouth full?" The old man says rubbing his area.

"The young lady loves a man who brings a fresh one to her, not an expired bag of meat." Says as her heel makes contact with his cheek leaving that man a huge black eye.

She leaves the building disgusted.

"I'm glad you hit him cuz I would have broken his ribs if you didn't hit him yourself." The ginger haired man says red of anger.

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Dazai wakes up after she had a lot of dreams about the perfect suicide. "What a great night!" She says for herself.

She gets up as she tries to find a pair of trousers. She sighs as she realizes she needs to wear a skirt today.

Skirts aren't really comfortable for her. She has a few self-harm scars on her legs,as well as her whole body. She grabs some bandages to cover up as much as possible.

After she is done with wrapping the bandages around her thighs and ankles she leaves her room.

Odasaku walks by in a hurry.

"Good morning!!!~~~" Dazai says excited.

"Good morning." Oda says and stops.

"What's with all this hurry? Did something happen?" She says getting closer to him now that he stopped.

"There isn't really anything that bad. Just promised some children I'll see them today." He says going outside with Dazai following him.

"Is it alright if I go with you? "She asks looking at him with the sweetest eyes she can make.

Odasaku sighs and just nods. He grabs his cigarette pack and light one. He offers Dazai one as well. The brunette looks a bit surprised as this didn't happen before.

'It's only one time.' She thinks as she grabs his lighter and cigarette.

"So how come you're free now?" Odasaku says knowing Dazai should train Akutagawa now.

"Mori-san gave me an important misson that requires a little time even for me. He loves to give me challenges." She lights her cigarette.

"He sure does,but he trusts your abilities. You'll be an amazing detective,you know?" He says with a straight face. On the inside Oda is the proudest friend right now. He is lucky to have Dazai near him. Even though he is older he looks up to Dazai.

"Not if I commit suicide first" Dazai jokes around like always.

"What mission did he gave you?" Oda asks curious. 'What could be such an important matter that Dazai had to interrupt Akutagawa's training?'

"Well, there's this man... He went missing with a lot of Mori's money and of course he wants them back" She says as she starts thinking about yesterday.

She is nowhere near close yet because of the lack of information.

He notices something is wrong with the girl near him.

"Ah. I see. Money. I am not even surprised." He says knowing well how a mafia is. "What's with that long face? Does something bother you?" He asks stopping and putting a hand on her shoulder.

They both just finished their cigarettes.

"Yeah. There actually is something. It's about the missing man. I can't seem to get information about him. At all." She says feeling down. Maybe she isn't the best to be a 'detective' like Oda said.

Did she suddenly lose all her talent? She can't help but overthink a little.

"Hm..." Odasaku mumbles thinking about something. "There's someone you should meet up with. They can help you for sure."

"Who??" Dazai says as her eyes are getting filed with hope.

"Y/n l/n. They are an informator. They know everything about everyone. They once helped me too,but..." He says knowing there's a catch.

"But?" She says hoping the but won't stay in her way.

"But it's really hard to find them. There's no phone number or anything like this. Only the name. Knowing so much it can be dangerous for them to be exposed to other people." He says hoping that he at least helped her a little.

"I think I can make them meet up with me." Dazai says already getting an idea.

[uneducated-author]

Dazai learned to drive from Oda.

Well, it wasn't so much learning as harassing Oda to give him lifts home (Oda dropping him a street away from the most expensive part of the city and then Dazai carving his way towards the container) and Dazai fixated on Oda's hands. How they adjusted the different features, where Oda was looking, how the way his balance shifted gave away the pressure on the pedals. Oda never mentions or gives away that he understands Dazai's ulterior motive, but he must pick up on it, because after the third time his movements become more obvious and defined, and he starts talking out loud about his own driving.

So Dazai steals a car every now and again. He starts with slow loops and then longer journeys. Graduating from backroads to highways. Until he can traverse the whole city, perfectly, safely and accurately. It's all patterns and reading, and it's so much easier in a car. All he has to do is look at the wheels and angles of a machine to know where a person is going to move to.

Then comes the fun part. Because once Dazai learns how to drive well, he gets to learn how to drive badly.

He learns how to skid and angle, drive double the speed limit without looking at the wheel, steering without hands, with his feet. He drifts in the middle of a motorway and does donuts until his tyre marks have left a tattoo in the concrete.

And then, when he's totaled two cars and wrecked four, when he could drive a car and put the passenger through hell, but get them to purgatory safe, he brings Chuuya along.

It's not planned. They're booking it on a mission, not gone wrong, but gone wild. Dazai spies a car, and a little voice inside him says 'now!'

Chuuya doesn't know why Dazai is suddenly going in a different direction, but like hell he's letting his partner go off alone, so like always he follows, throwing himself into a car that neither of them know how to drive.

'What the f*ck is your plan Mackeral' he intends to say, but he gets cut halfway through because the car shrieks and Dazai tears them away like a bat out of hell, and for a second Chuuya shouts for Dazai to go back because he thinks that he left his soul behind.

But Dazai is fierce and vicious and whoops as he turns the wheel much to far, spinning on the edge of a cliff like he's the one with gravity powers, and Chuuya can't breathe but the light flickers through and forges a light in Dazai's eye that he never sees unless they're quiet and alone.

And Dazai looks at Chuuya prepared for his partners screaming and clinging, hoping for it in fact. Or maybe he'll yell at Dazai, wondering where the hell he learned to drive. But instead the boy is smiling, face cracked open like a watermelon, whooping and shooting out the window and shouting for him to move and Chuuya will never stop surprising him will he?

The two tear away and it's reckless and dangerous, but they're built for these moments, covered in blood surrounded by fire, and both lay back panting, catching each others eyes just to erupt into laughter because 'can you believe we just did that?!'

Dazai can't help but smile when Chuuya angles himself so they can't break eye contact and asks for another ride.

Later Dazai teaches Chuuya to drive, except not really. The haze has worn off, and there's not really anything all that special about the dumb machine. He points out the gears and indicators and then veers off. The exhilaration had been fun, he guesses. But he can't expect it to last.

Two weeks later Chuuya shows up with a bike he's stolen, black and vicious, but Chuuya's brought him a hello kitty helmet, that Dazai will wear, just to be a brat. But his partner is smiling and reckless, with the spark that means he thinks Dazai is about to be outplayed, and invites him to take a ride too.

Dazai joined the Port Mafia because he wanted to find a reason to live. He never found one that stuck. But sometimes he remembers his partners screaming and that horrible ride where Dazai had no control but was forced to put his life in Chuuya's hands, and he thinks that he may not have found a reason, but there were seconds that he lived.

[thataaabattery]

Every ship with Dazai

Is basically him harassing another person.

It’s true of even his flirting or platonic affection; he simply enjoys making it his mission on earth to be the most annoying bastard on earth to those he cares about.

I also stand by the fact that fyozai is just two these men being ridiculously autistic with each other yet their special interests are f*cked up just like them (not due to their autism but their character).

Soukoku is two emotionally constipated or struggling individuals with opposing issues; feeling too much and not enough.

Chuuya feels things but will deny it to his last breath. What Dazai feels he makes everyone elses business when inane but can show little when serious. He knows well how to hide it or use it as a tool to show. I.e: threatening someone with a terrible aura.

Do be aware I haven’t read many of the light novels including stormbringer (which a certain individual will not let me live down until I do). PFFF

Fyodor and Dazai just have no chill or shame about sharing their interests which freak out everyone else. They like seeing human reactions and find it amusing. 💀

Dazai stealing Chuuya’s hat will never not be amusing to me.

Chuuya is just like: Why would I desecrate a good dish with your incorrigible tastes?

[ddostoyevskyy]

CHASING THE SUN

ALTERNATIVE TITLE; MY KIND OF WOMAN

Kunikida Doppo

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒... f!reader, demure!reader, reader has older siblings, ADA member!reader, misogynists, slightly fear of men, reader is quite similar to Louisa’s personality, soft spoken, reader is working with Yosano as an assistant doctor, smitten!Kunikida (cause, why not). And, reader and Kunikida was batchmates in college.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... a short apology fic for those TLOA readers of mine. 😔 I haven’t been updating for so long and the chapters has been on drafts. I’m proofreading my own work, okay. 😔 Anyway, this oneshot (or two? idk) is on Kunikida’s perspective;) Also, I feel like his short fic is a mess, idk.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒... 4.246k

MASTERLIST.

Kunikida muttered under his breath about being a little too early when he arrived at the fourth floor of the building where the Armed Detective Agency’s door is located. He sighed, rethinking of opening the door in front of him when he knew he’s going to deal with a headache once he stepped inside the Agency; a headache in a form of a brunette with a burgundy coat and a suicidal maniac. Nevertheless, with only a second early on his schedule, he opens the door which always remained unlock as he steps inside, slamming the door gently on his back before he announced his entranced.

He could hear the brunette’s dreamy voice from afar as his ears twitched, his handsome face frowning as he glance to where he’s been hearing Dazai Osamu’s voice, accompanied with Nakajima Atsushi and Izumi Kyouka whose staring at him in disbelief. Once the younger two noticed him, they looked a little relief, their faces telling him the “please-deal-with-him” look.

“What’s gotten you so cranky about, Dazai?!”

“Ah, Kunikida! I just met the most beautiful woman I’ve seen in my whole life!” The brunette answered and Kunikida’s face turned more darker as he scowls before throwing a smack to the brunette’s back, causing him to yelp.

“Shut up! It’s too early for that! Did you invited her to double suicide again?!”

“I did! But, she seems petrified when I touched her hand.” Dazai replied with a sad pout and Kunikida sighed, smacking him into the head again.

“I told you not to touch any women without their consent, Dazai! It’s sexual harassment!” Kunikida retorted as he fixed his glasses to the bridge of his nose, glancing at his watch before walking towards his desk. Dazai followed behind with a malicious grin on his face. “Besides, what is a woman doing here, anyway? Another complaint or spy?”

“Now, now, Kunikida. Let’s not be judgemental, okay? I heard from the President that he’s been recruiting another Agency’s member to help Miss Yosano with medical assistance.” Dazai finally confirmed, making the blonde raise his head away from his laptop, completely having his attention caught. A medical assistance huh? Kunikida pondered; if this new member of the Agency has a medical degree, why bother to apply in a Detective Agency and not in a hospital facility?

“Is this new recruit an ability user?” Kunikida questions and Dazai hummed under his breath, playing with the paperworks around him.

“I figured, she is, since the President is making me escort her through an entrance exam.” Kunikida had slammed his laptop close with a thud, staring at Dazai in bewilderedment before pointing towards his face.

“What, you?! No way, the President is letting you off to do an entrance exam, Dazai! Let alone with a woman!”

“Calm down, Kunikida! You and I were trusted to come along in her entrance exam, okay? Besides, I think I heard (Name) requesting the President for Kyouka for a personal reason I intended not to know unless she said it herself.”

“(Name)?” Dazai nodded with his question.

“Yes, (Last Name) (Name).”

That name. (Name). Oh, my gosh. Kunikida fell silent as Dazai noticed his sudden deep in thought but he never mentioned anything anymore. (Name), he repeated your name in his mind again as he bit his lower lip when he finallt remembered where he had heard your name.

It was back when he’s in college, young and determined to pursue his passion. He was never the most brightest student out there, but he’s smart and a responsible student, while you — you weren’t really noticeable since you always have a book covering your face and you were always hanging out in the library alone. You were in the nursing department.

He was starting to noticed you that time when you were prancing around his department, finding a student with a blood A type with a syringe and gloves tucked in your hands. Your hair is a mess and it looked like you haven’t sleep for months, although what he have noticed with your attitude when he volunteered is that you can’t look at him straight in the eyes nor the way your body language has been uncomfortably speaking when you made him follow through the Nursing Department’s laboratory with the consent of his professor that time. He’s silent throughout the process as he hissed when the sterilize water had been injected on his forearm. You apologized meekly as you tried to soothe the pain with a touch of your hand that gently layed right on his arm.

That moment when he realized you were quite popular around the campus because of your beauty and brain, you were one of the dean’s listers as their scholars and the proofs of your hardwork is definitely what he’s been admiring silently. Although, there is really something off with your attitude towards him... or any male that has been pursuing you, he knew something was wrong. Although, he has became your subject and a big help for your major subject, he never questions you, nor he tried to speak with you unless you’re asking him about how he feel with those harmless chemicals that you’ve been practicing on his arms.

It became a routine for him that he started to write your name on his olive-colored pocket book he always brought with him. Your name came off with a schedule on the right side as he memorized your work patterns, how long have you been staying in the library, how many books have you been reading in one day, or have you even gotten sleep for an exact eight hours? How long since your last meal? He sounded like a stalker now, but as your practicing patient, it looks like you’ll be the one who will ended up being in a hospital instead of working for the patients.

So, he started to bring homemade lunch with him that is good for two. He saw how you were startled as your body language started to yell at him to refused. Yet, young Kunikida insisted. Since, that following days, weeks, and months, Kunikida were always prancing around with you even though, your department is a little far away from his own.

You were bright even though you’re incapable of interacting with others even with him. You kept shining on your own as Kunikida watch your brightness blinded him with such intensity that he could feel his heart palpilate when he saw how dedicated and motivated you are in your studies. You were one bright young woman that continues to shine even more. And, once you have finally considered him as a friend, Kunikida had fell more.

You were kind, patient (which you really need as a nursing student), and a caring woman. Although, he was always drown to your silence, you swept him up again when you became more talkative; and he’s always listening, he’s all ears as you talked about why you pursue medical field, or your hobbies (which is quite obvious). He had it all written on his notebook, he had it all memorized. Those days with you were the brightest and he had admired you more than he already has.

But, he knew the sun he had admired will not be always by his side.

It was that one cloudy day when he had found you on his way home, crying with your head low. He asked you, he comforted you in silence as the thunder roars above the sky; it was as if though the sun disappeared and the woman whom he’s admiring her brightness dimmed and shrink in sunset, leaving the orange and pink hues into nothing but darkness with the moon without stars illuminating the sky.

You were left broken when you told him your father is not in your approval of having a degree of nursing.

He was left baffled in silence. He can’t do anything, nor he can confess his feelings to you at a moment like that as though it would answer your problem — no. He stayed with you until you calmed down; as if the sun were rising again, the determine look on your face came back, the light lit in your eyes shone — something that made his heart flutters as you promised him with your whole heart and soul that you will graduate with him; in which he found melancholic — a melancholy smile plastered on his lips as he watched you regained your brightening light back in your heart.

He knew he wouldn’t last long in college.

Nor he had even said goodbye or his feelings for you. You have to keep going.

Kunikida sighed as he felt his heart beats faster at those memories. It’s been years that he had last seen you. There’s not even a communication after he left, but he’s glad to hear that you’re alright and now successful in life.

“Say, Kunikida. You know her, don’t you?” Dazai’s question snapped the blonde out of his thoughts and an irk appeared on his forehead again. He felt annoyed at the sound of the brunette’s teasing voice, but he calm himself down with a sigh.

“Yes, I know her. She’s a... friend back when I was in college.” He answered as he heard the brunette snickered and let out an amusing huff of breath.

“You sound hesitant there, Kunikida!”

“Shut up! She’s really just a friend, alright?! Besides, I don’t think she ever recognize me.”

“Oh, hey, there, Miss (Name)!” Dazai’s announcement made Kunikida froze on his spot as he cleared his throat. He had no strength looking back behind him as he opens his laptop again before tapping on the keyboard, relentlessly, the loud clicking sound made his nervous visible. “We were just talking about you!”

You stared at the man waving at you with horror as you look back to see if the handsome man is really greeting you with enthusiasm and it felt like a slap on the face when you remembered the way you acted when he greeted you earlier with a kiss on your forehand. It felt embarrasing that you scurried away in fast motion to the President’s office. Your cheeks heat up as you meekly wave back and the brunette grinned.

“How’s your interview?” He asked once again but your gaze caught a familiar mop of blonde haired with a low ponytail, tipping on his laptop and his silence greeted you. You can’t fathom what you’re feeling right now, many emotions swirls in your chest; longing with a mix of happiness. Although, you noticed how he seems to ignore your presence even though, you both know you really didn’t forgot each other even for years without communication.

The brunette had noticed the tension in the air as he sighed. There’s really something going on between the two of you, but since Kunikida isn’t making a move, Dazai had tutted another conversation.

“Did the President asked for an entrance exam that’s why you’re here?” Dazai asked once again as he received a non-verbal answer of yes from you. “So, you’re an ability user, huh?”

You nodded again.

“Can I entrust Miss (Name) to you, Dazai?” The President’s voice startled you for a moment as you shift to the side a bit. His silver eyes shifted to your reaction, yet he understood the moment you can’t even look at him in the eyes nor you can’t even speak straight not until he called Yosano over did it make you a little comfortable with another woman’s presence in the room. “Though, she’s very wary of any men’s presence, I hope you will never make her uncomfortable.”

Dazai smiled apologetically towards you as he scratched the back of his head. “Of course. I also apologize for my behavior earlier, Miss (Name). Do you want to come with us, Kunikida?”

Dazai’s question is like a punch on the gut as Kunikida sent a daggering glare to the brunette whose smiling adorably towards him that made him flare even more. He composed himself before shutting his laptop close, his chair creating a creak sound on the floor when he stood up, grabbing his notebook and pen as he finally faced you — or the President rather.

His deep grey eyes were momentarily glancing at your way before he averted his gaze to the President. An emotion clogged in your throat when you felt like he’s seemingly ignoring you and avoding your eyes. You started to pick on your nails, plucking on the skin of your fingers as it started to bleed a little — a bad habit you made and as a medical allied. You remembered how this man in front of you would scold you for picking or biting your nails.

But right now, he couldn’t even look at you.

“Excuse me — ah! President! I’m sorry, but I had to cut your conversation short. There’s an accident near convention street.” Atsushi butted in as he glance at you nervously, face flushed in pink when he realized you were also here.

“Miss (Name), let’s go.” Dazai were quick to grab your wrist and drag you that you couldn’t even react in time as you were left speechless. Dazai had grabbed your bag and hand it to you in a hurry as you heard Kunikida’s voice threatening to kill the brunette. You tried to keep up on his pace and you mentally screamed when he even decided to use the stairs instead of the elevator, but you were thankful you wore a sneakers instead a pair of heels you never really wear in occasion like this.

“DAZAI! SLOW DOWN, YOU BASTARD! STOP DRAGGING HER LIKE THAT!”

“THIS IS URGENT, KUNIKIDA!” Dazai answered with a hint of teasing tone and the man whose following behind groaned as he finally catch up with the both of you.

“Is the location far?”

“You’re running that fast when you don’t even know where’s the location?!”

“Please, lower your voices and I know where it is.” You butted in and the two men fell in silence when you finally spoke up. Even though, you were meek in conversations, atleast you trained yourself physically at time like this.

“Alright, then, Miss (Name)! Let’s follow your lead!” Dazai’s enthusiastic voice made you sigh before you remove his hand on your wrist, holding the hem of his sleeve’s burgundy coat instead. Now, you were the one dragging him as you ran, you were quite thankful that you wore your nurse’ uniform — an all white uniform with white slacks instead of a pencil skirt to move around freely, your hair were tied in a bun with a few loose strands shadowing your face.

You became quite comfortable with the two — although, you’ve known Kunikida for years back then, the way he seems not to recognize you made an ache strike in your heart. You remembered the location, it is near where your father works and the thought made your anxiety risen. You haven’t seen your biological father when he opposed your dream to become a medical allied, you left home after that — and the same time Kunikida left you too.

You can do this, (Name). Maybe your own father don’t even remember you anymore.

Your hands tremble as Dazai noticed the way your grip tightened on the hem of his sleeve. The brunette glances at Kunikida who looks back at him with confusion written all over his face and a slight annoyance, Dazai tilted his head to your direction and Kunikida raised a brow, a silent indication that the brunette is talking about you.

When you arrived at the site, panting and heart beating to your chest, your grip never left Dazai’s coat. Your eyes scanned the area of the incident, seeing the blood splatters on the ground — a police officer had noticed your uniform as he approached in your direction.

“Miss, are you a medical figure? Please, check the victim. I think, he’s still alive.”  You nodded at him as he gave you a latex gloves. You wear it with trembling hands as you huffed, pulling a mask from your bag as Kunikida showed his Agency’s identification before they allowed the three of you inside the incident.

You bit your lip when you saw your own father bathed with his own blood.

You activated your ability as flashes of yellow-ish light sparks in front of your eyes as you touch his wrist, checking for vital signs and his pulse that is barely even beating, his breath ragged while his mouth fell open.

“What is the victim’s situation?”

Flashes of yellows appeared again and a written information flashed in your eyes as you roam your eyes in your father’s body, examining every little details and fractures. “Few broken bones including the ankles, knees, bone marrow and the lower spine near his pelvic bone. It will definitely cause the patient in wheelchair forever. T-There’s also a lot of blood loss and a s-skull fracture.”

“You know him, don’t you, Miss (Name)?” Dazai questioned as you fell silent, unable to find words as you shakily sighed before nodding your head.

“H-He’s —”

“He’s your father...” Kunikida’s voice trailed off as he stared at you, examining your actions; the way your hands tremble and your thoughts swallowed you whole. “Dazai, we’ll take him to the Agency.”

“I don’t think so, Kunikida. It’s up to our future assistant doctor if she’ll help him.”

“What?!” Kunikida sighed exhaustedly as he put a hand in your arm. “(Name)...” When he muttered your name, your eyes widened a bit as though his deep voice snapped you out of your thoughts. Your eyes met his grey ones as a small smile appeared on his face.

“I...” You trailed off before squeezing his hand, “Let’s bring him in the Agency... please.”

“Don’t you think, it’s a little insensitive to force her to save that man, Kunikida?” Ranpo’s voice echoes on his ears as his eyebrow furrowed. “You were friends, right? You met her back in your college days.”

Kunikida nodded, finding no escape with his superior’s questions as he remove his glasses, washing his face with his own hands. You were now inside Yosano’s operating room and the last time he saw you, you were in a verge of breaking down. Seeing you like that brings back that memory of you crying when you told him your father will no longer financially support you to pursue your dream. It was the last time he saw you as he left without saying anything after that.

“Though, (Name) couldn’t do anything but to help the man whose the cause of her trauma with men, it’s her job as a professional,” Ranpo continued, munching on his sweetened snacks, “I hope you both talk it out, Kunikida. It seems like you never viewed her as a friend, but something... more.”

Kunikida sighed, he felt more exhausted than he already is as he closed his eyes tightly. The door opened in a swift move, revealing a tired Yosano. “I dealt with two patients today. (Name) had a sudden panic attack inside the operating room and it took me quite time to calm her down. She’s alright now, although a little drained, but you can talk to her, Kunikida.” Yosano tilted her head inside as Kunikida stood up without a word, walking towards the open door as he close the door behind.

His eyes averted to your form as you stared at the ceiling blankly, face void with little to no emotions as he take a seat on the chair besides the bed.

“Why did you left?”

Your voice is a whisper he caught on as though a silent breeze passed when a calamitous rain is ready to pour down, leaving the sun behind clouds as Kunikida lowers his gaze.

“You don’t really need to explain, I just want to know why.”

Kunikida gulped at your voice.

“College is never for me.” He shortly answered as you nod.

“What about me?” You muttered, playing with your fingers once again as you anticipated his answer. Your heart beats louder like thunders in your ears. “Am I never for you?”

“(Name)...” His voice trailed off as your eyes watered before you sit up on the bed gently.

“I’m your friend, right? That time when you left, I need someone by my side, Kunikida.” His name slipped on your lips with melancholic melody as you finally flickered your eyes to met his, admiring his handsome face you’ve adored before. He still looks dashing and more mature, broad shoulders and sharper jaw as his grey eyes never left your form.

“I know, (Name)...”

“Then, why?” Your voice cracked, you have no energy left to raise your voice, although you knew you can’t when you saw the emotion flashed in his eyes — the rain started to pour as tears pool in your eyes before it fell in one strike, the sound of your own thunders, your own cries rings in your ears. “Did you only pitied me before? Is that why you approached me?”

“What? No, (Name),” Kunikida sighed as he mentally slapped his face for almost yelling at you, “Please, don’t ever think about it like that. I left because things wasn’t easy for me back then too. It’s too complicated and I was —” Kunikida halted as his eyes slightly widened. Was he really going to confess to you at a time like this?! This wasn’t a confession he planned in his notebook to confess to the woman he love.

Fuck it. Fuck his ideals. He can’t lose you now.

“I was falling in love with you,”

Your breath hitched.

You feel breathless.

“And, I know even without me, you can shine in your own, (Name). You don’t need any men in your life, but I wished you did, you know? I want you to depend on me, I want you to cry on me, to smile with me, to achieve your dream and celebrate with me. I have it all written in my notebook; all the things I want to do together with you, but I was too late, (Name),”

Your hand clenched on the blanket draped on your lap as he reached his arm towards you, cupping your cheek as he wipes your tears away. The warmth of his hand made you shivered in delight.

“You were already shining on your own and I can’t bring myself to be the one who will hold you back down.”

“But, you didn’t, Kunikida,” You sniffle, “You became my inspiration to keep going even though you were no longer besides me.”

“It’s difficult to chase a sun so bright like you, (Name).” He muttered as he continue to wipe your tears that has been continuously dripping down your face as your eyes blurred.

“Why are you chasing me when there’s no chase to begin with?” You answered with a smile and his heart fluttered, melting in your rays of sunshine as you pull him towards you before wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your face on his chest as he sighed.

“You’re so stupid. I’m glad I saw you in a  news that you worked here in the Agency.”

“Did you apply here just for me?”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” You slapped him in the arm when you tore yourself away from his embrace as you faced him, “I did apply here because the government doesn’t accept an ability user to work on hospitals.” You answered with an adorable pout as you fixed yourself, wiping the remaining tears in your eyes.

“Alright, alright.”

“Pardon the intrusion, lovebirds!” Dazai’s voice erupted again as he peeks through the curtains, “Miss (Name), you passed the exam!”

You stared at the brunette in confusion. “What?”

“The entrance exam is saving your father,” Kunikida sighed, “And, you did your job without hesitation although with a little malfunction there, you proved yourself that you are capable of saving others even though they did something worse to you. Which, is not even a surprise to me.”

He glanced back to you as you plastered a smile on your face, gaze softening and the calamitous rain, the clouds covering the sun disappeared, leaving another brightest sun to appear in your face. There’s no chase to begin with — because the sun he’s been chasing is already his sun in the beginning.

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If the BSD boys were my coworkers

♡ characters: Atsushi Nakajima, Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Kunikida Doppo, Ranpo Edogawa, John Steinbeck, Edgar Allan Poe

♡ synopsis: How would these boys be if they were my coworkers?

♡ cw: Swearing, knives, mentions of sexual harassment

note: For clarification I'm a retail assistant at a grocery store. So basically how good are these boys at stocking vegetables and being nice to people? This is extremely self indulgent, which I apologise for. Also apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Atsushi:

Would be so good with helping customers. I'd always be calling after him to get me out of trouble with mean old customers lol

Like me would also be bad with the wrapping machine T-T

Pretty good at his job, not totally brilliant but also not bad. I think it'd be fine if I were left alone with him for a little bit

The kindest coworker I could ask for honestly he'd always be there to help me if I needed his help

Would bring me back a snack or cake from a nearby bakery or cafe from his lunch break <3

Like me, would find it very hard to not just start eating all the fresh fruit while he's stocking it (I kin him a lot guys lmao)

Actually like super duper efficient and we'd be able to get our work done pretty quickly. The last half hour or so of our shifts would be so slow

Would always ask me to be careful if I were using a knife to do something because he's just a sweetie

Dazai:

This dude would be so damn slow when restocking food honestly and it would be infuriating lmao

Wouldn't be very thorough when checking stock so I'd probably be finding a bit of rotten fruit while working :'(

He'd be fun to hang out with in the back though, would definitely flirt on company time and hold the both of us up lol

Would do that thing where you stand behind someone who's trying to reach something in a high shelf and you'd get it for them but also lowkey lean against them. All the time

Would be good at remembering which stock we have and what we don't have though

He would be so good and charismatic with customers, especially old women they'd call him a charming young gentleman and all that stuff

Always forgets to bring his shit (nametag, pen, apron etc.) to work and would probably have to continuously borrow things

The thing with him is that he's legitimately good at all of it but he just chooses to be incompetent just because T-T

Chuuya:

Would be so. fucking. GOOD at this job holy shit.

Super good at wrapping stock and would get the hang of all the machinery and stuff immediately

Would be civil to customers unless they give him shit then he'd give it right back lmaoo

He would definitely also defend me if I was being bullied by Karens or being harassed by male patrons (during the daytime there's my adult male coworkers and then there's me, a small girl who looks like fifteen or some shit. Y'all know I be gettin called 'sweetie' by men four times my age)

Would always be very salty about having to use the step to reach stock on high shelves lol

But he'd also be super good at heaving and lifting heavy stuff like potato sacks which I'd have to get him to do for me because I'm weak

Would look so hot in the work uniform highkey

Like the number one coworker I won't lie

Akutagawa:

Akutagawa has a serious case of resting bitch face, so customers would be too worried to approach him lmao and I'd have to help everyone

He makes up for this by being super duper good at presentation and so I'd never have to go around and organise things because they'd always look pretty lol

Probably uses his ability to help him carry things (but only in the back because that would scare customers)

Despite his fighting talent he would not be able to cut vegetables. He would be so confused with it. Same with the wrapping he wouldn't be able to get it right

Would prefer to wear gloves while working

If Gin ever came in to grab some groceries he'd talk to her for a little (and treat her better than all the other customers T-T)

Actually wouldn't be so bad to talk to while working but he would literally never initiate any conversations or small talk

Focuses so hard while he's working and it's honestly so cute

Kunikida:

He would be both good to work with but also crappy to work with hear me out

He would be great at remembering stock, helping me with customers, and helping me reach stuff on high shelves because at work I'm considered short

But he'd also hound me for being too slow or not stacking stuff correctly

That being said, he would always answer any questions that I'd have and explain things to me in a way that I'd understand :)

Works like a machine. I'd never be able to catch up to him at all (and he would hate that)

Would not want me bringing snacks or drinks to work but like what's he gonna do? Waste perfectly good food? Didn't think so Kunikida >:)

Even if he had a super long shift he'd just never tire and always be buzzing (even if he were tired he'd be great at concealing it)

Let's just be glad that he's not working alongside Dazai

Ranpo:

WOULDN'T GET ANY GODDAMN WORK DONE

I love Ranpo to the moon and back but he'd be the most useless fucking coworker of all time

He wouldn't make lists, he wouldn't grab stock and if I'm LUCKY he'd work out the front of the store. He'd use any excuse to stay in the back and just use the label maker and maybe cut vegetables because of how low effort it is

Would be super fun to hang out with if we have nothing to do though. We would talk so much shit about mean customers we encounter and stuff

He'd also bring sweets to work and let me have some sometimes, but only if I nag him about not doing any work

Would stay in the fridge just to breathe out and see mist come out of his mouth (and would also forget to close the fridge door)

Knows the layout of the whole damn store after walking through it ONE time

In conclusion I'm snitching to Fukuzawa

Steinbeck:

Absolute fucking BEAST. This dude is a farmer so he's able to rotate and complete quality checks at lightning speed

Honestly probably wouldn't need much training if any at all. He'd be the employee of the month on the first day

I feel like I'd have tons of free time at the end of my shifts because he'd just finish all the work so fast

Could use his ability to replenish stock. He could, but he won't. Just because he's a bit of a bitch (and people might not want to eat literal flesh vegetables but y'know)

Hums along to the songs that he knows on the radio while he works

Is good at being civil with customers but if they give him lip he's not gonna be as civil for much longer

Always bantering with our other coworkers and DEFINITELY talking shit about annoying customers in our free time

I mean if I want to not have to do very much work on a certain day I'd hope that I'd be working with John lol

Poe:

Would take a little while to get used to it all, because I feel like he's not the type to memorise a bunch of stuff super fast

Would be overwhelmed by customers and might freeze up on them; I'd have to come in and save him

Otherwise, he might just default to 'I'll go to the back and check for you' so he can escape the situation (same)

Would take pretty long while restocking food because he'd want to make it all look nice lol

He'd be scared of the wrapping machine (it has a hot plate to seal wrapping and he'd be scared of burning himself on it)

Might actually always be miserable because he's not allowed to bring Karl to work and so he'd feel lonely :(

He and I would talk about our niche interests when we're finished and have nothing else to do

I mean he could most definitely be worse. No matter how bad he'd be I'd love him anyway

i will do a girls version of this btw

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upcoming wips

okay so here are a few of my upcoming wips that are either a) fully planned out or b) completed and being edited that you guys can expect from me this summer!! these won't be all the fics i post this summer, but just a few i am most looking forward to!

first up we’ll have my eren x reader series ‘i once believed love would be burning red, but it’s golden’ re-write coming! this whole fic is getting a makeover, but the overall plot will stay the same. there will be 8-9 parts total! i am really looking forward to not only sharing what i’ve changed, and the things you guys have yet to see, but also finally finishing this fic up for you all!

next up i have a longer naoya zen’in x reader one-shot that is heavily inspired by daemon and rhaenyra form house of the dragon, though instead of uncle x niece incest it will be (i believe technically second) cousin x cousin incest. i am completely aware that this is not everyone’s cup of tea and not everyone is going to like the idea. the fic will contain dark content and certain themes (aside from the incest) that may make you uncomfortable, so please watch for the trigger warnings. for those interested, here is a little plot snippet: and yet, despite being raised by gojo satoru of all people, naoya still believes you could be molded into a perfect wife. and surely if you inherited ten shadows like your half-brother, whatever children you have will as well- especially if they’re his offspring’s and not those of kamo noritoshi. then, no one could question or challenge him becoming the next clan head, especially not his father.

another (small) series you can keep an eye out for will be a gojo x reader arranged marriage fic! i am super, super excited for this little series, as it has actually been in my wips for over a year! it will be 3, possibly 4, parts, and semi-canon compliant. it will contain some darker themes but will not be a very dark fic overall. small plot snippet for those interested: satoru honestly didn’t ever think he would end up happy in this situation, his mother practically had to drag him down the damn alter, not that you had seemed any better off, but something about the way you look right now has his heart missing a beat in his chest, a stuttering thump he can feel all the way in his throat. he doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything look as beautiful as you do in that moment. you catch his eye, a small smile forming as you wave at him from across the room, where his rotten grandmother is probably harassing you about getting pregnant as soon as possible, and he thinks that maybe life won’t be so bad anymore- won’t be so lonely anymore.

next we can expect a nikolai gogol x reader x (semi) fyodor dostoyevsky. reader is fyodor’s girlfriend (baby) and he entrusts her wellbeing with nikolai when he has to go out of the country for work and can’t take her. it is a very, very smutty fic that has heavy dark undertones that takes place in a mafia au. small plot snippet: it’s not the first time fyodor has asked someone to care for you while he left for business, but it is very rare he does have to ask. typically, dazai would be his first choice, but considering the condition you were in the last time he came home; he’d rather entrust you with what would be considered one of his favored colleagues. sure, dazai could take care of you just fun, but fyodor thinks nikolai can keep up with you in better ways.

and finally, i have a sanzu haruchiyo x reader fic coming soon! this one is pretty heavy on the darker content, and i ask you guys to please, please, please make sure you read trigger warnings before reading! it is a yandere/kidnapping(ish) fic that i don’t want to give away too much on just yet, but i have a small snippet for you guys who are interested: honestly he doesn’t think he’s ever felt such a rush of heat run through his body the way it did just now when your fingertips grazed his. he also doesn’t think he’s ever had such a small touch send all his blood running towards his cock. his hands shake as he watches your figure walk away from him and back towards the friends you came to the club with. his blood is pumping, and his heart is beating erratically, it’s almost the same way as when he feels a rush of a high. sanzu has never wanted anything as bad as he wants you right now. and have you, he will.