#kunkida x reader

[rainystarshower]

‘R U Mine?’

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chara : Kunikida Doppo

cw : angst-ish?, fluff, dazai osamu mentioned, nonchalant-ish reader, gender neutral reader (can be interpreted as male), a little nudity?, literally one cuss word

a/n : The things I do for my friends... I’m watching you. @thibiss. I see your every move.

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Kunikida’s ideal type is quite the list. Although, ever since you appeared in his life, that was thrown out the window. He loves you, did you know that?

To be dating the Kunikida Doppo of the Armed Detective Agency must be a pretty thrilling thing! He’s idealistic, smart, handsome, and truly a piece of art.

But, that means he gets busy quite often. Even on days where he has no case to solve, he still shows up to work. As for you, whether or not you have work too doesn’t change the fact you’ll always come home sooner than him.

Sure, when he comes home, he’ll shower you in love, but is it really enough to make up for the times he’s left you feeling lonely? If you guys have any dates, he’ll always attend them, but you can’t keep using the excuse of having a date with him to get his attention away from work, right?

You’ll come home to a house, empty. Neat and clean, yet it’s missing something... Something which gives it the warm feeling of home. You know exactly what it’s missing, but you can’t do much about it. Other than calling him or sending him a message indicating you miss him, you wouldn’t hear the bell ring.

You tried talking to him about how you felt, but he was always busy. Even if you guys managed to start the topic, Dazai would appear, or maybe some other ADA member, and instantly would require his assistance. Was he really yours? You never let your sadness show.

As the days pass by, your anniversary with him crawls closer and closer. After a feeling of much loneliness, you had forgotten about that. You had forgotten your anniversary was soon, and you didn’t do anything about it.

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The alarm rings, 6AM. The day has begun, the sun has risen, and so shall you and Kunikida. Today, Kunikida’s off from work. A day just for yourselves! Although, by this point, you still have a hidden feeling of loneliness...

You yawn, staying in bed a little more as Kunikida gets up to turn the alarm off. He stretches a little before he glances over to you, seeing you still laying down. He nudges you gently. You groan in response and he simply smiles, scooping you up in his arms and taking you to the bathroom with him. Half awake, you wonder what the hell is this guy doing?

Kunikida puts the stopper on the drain in the bathtub and fills it with water. As you subconsciously brush your teeth, oblivious to what hes doing, he prepares the entire bath and towels. Afterwards, he brushes his teeth alongside you and you stare at him mindlessly. “Are you going to take a bath?” you ask. “We are.” he replies.

Confused, you don’t really mind. You undress and wrap a towl around yourself, so does Kunikida. You won’t deny this is a little odd to you, but you also won’t deny that you missed having baths with Kunikida. So, I guess it’s a win in the end?

When you two get in the bath, Kunikida calls you closer to him. He sits on the edge of the bathtub and you sit in-between his legs, hearing the click of a shampoo bottle as he starts to massage the shampoo into your head.

It was a heavenly experience. Getting your hair shampooed by your one and only lover, and the morning atmosphere making it seem much more pure and romantic. The light seeping in through the bathroom windows (that aren’t visible to look through!), the feeling of warm water on your skin, and the silence. Leaving you to only hear the sounds of shampoo getting gently massaged into your hair.

You close your eyes, embracing the feeling. Still, what led him to doing something like this for you today? You couldn’t get that question out of your mind. It was stuck in there, alongside the small feelings of doubt that were currently being restrained.

Kunikida finishes putting the shampoo in your hair. Now, it’s your turn to shampoo his hair. You both get up and swap places, grabbing Kunikida’s shampoo bottle before he refuses. “Use yours instead” He says, giving you your own shampoo bottle. You look at him, a bit bewildered. “Won’t it ruin your hair?” you question, but he shakes his head in disapproval. “I checked the ingredients used, it has nothing that could damage my hair. The shampoo you use is quite diverse!” He crushes down your worries. Without hesitance, you put the shampoo in your hands and start massaging his head.

This way was nice too. The sun made Kunikida’s hair seem much more golden than it already was. It was nice, you liked this. You liked having cute domestic moments with Kunikida like this.

As time passed by and your bath with Kunikida comes to an unfortunate end, you check your phone notifications, two notifications from your calender, and one of them is a striking shock. Today is your part-time job interview! The interview is at 7:30AM, and you came out of the bath with Kunikida at... 7AM?! An entire hour!

“Shit, I forgot my part-time job interview is today...” you mutter. It catches Kunikidas ears and his gaze immediately turns to you, panicked. “You have an interview?!?!” he instantly started looking through your clothes to find your suit.

As you dumbfounding watched Kunikida get your entire outfit ironed, “What time is your interview??” he asks, rushing breakfast for you. He can have breakfast after you leave. “7:30...” you start changing into your suit and his jaw drops.

Immediately after you’ve put on your suit, he fixes your hair for you, gives you breakfast and lends you his car keys. “Take my car, what time will you be back?” He sits beside you, bowling on your coffee slightly to cool it down. “By 4pm maybe, I need to get groceries too” you finish your breakfast as fast as you could, choking on it slightly but being saved by Kunikida handing you the cooled down coffee.

The feeling was still hot enough to burn your throat slightly, and as Kunikida noted the time you’d be back, you put your shoes on and ran out the door. Before, you’d normally leave with just saying “bye” but this time, Kunikida kissed your cheek and waved you goodbye. You were surprised and confused. Seriously, what is up with him today?! No complaints on your end, you happily took the kiss and returned it, making Kunikida a little flustered. You both waved goodbye to each other and you left for your interview.

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You came home a little earlier than intended. Unloading the groceries from the trunk of your car, you wondered if you flunked it or not. You really couldn’t tell! They were so nonchalant!!

Groceries in your hands, you used your elbow to open the door, you knew it’d be unlocked because Kunikida was home. You kicked the door open, and before you could say you’re back, you were completely off guard by the balloons and decorations.

Your year anniversary. Kunikida hadn’t forgotten. In fact, the entire day, the reason he did everything, was to make you feel special. You felt like shit that you had forgotten, considering the presents on the table. Kunikida appeared. “I thought you were coming home later?! It’s 3:23!” He was surprised. But you were more surprised.

You didn’t get Kunikida a gift, but he got you one. “Happy anniversary.” Your heart swelled up. “You seemed more sad recently, and I remembered just yesterday why.” He knew? He knows? “I hadn’t been the best lover. In fact, my attention was entirely away from you and focused on work.” He knows. He’s apologizing? “You are my first priority, you always will be.” His voice was so sincere and gentle. Oh, how he made your heart ache more. “I am yours after all, I should take care of you more.” There, you couldn’t resist dropping your groceries gently onto the couch and hugging him. You hugged him tight.

He said nothing, hugging you back. “I love you, happy anniversary” he whispered, his voice was honest and tender. You weren’t going to forgive him so easily, but you gave in for now.

You both celebrated your anniversary together, the sun about to set, so you both head out. You had dinner on a night beach, the stars visible above your heads as you two talked through the night. Taking a walk afterwards together in a park nearby, heading home and simply spending time together. Time passed by so quickly, you both were up the entire night talking and staying by each others side. The atmosphere, just as you had once dreamt of was a reality... You felt Kunikida falling asleep in your arms. Gosh, he really was yours! You plant a kiss on his head, whispering “Goodnight.” The moon reflects his love for you, and your love for him in the peaceful night.

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Yes the title is an Artic Monkeys reference hehe :3

[knizai]

hi!! i saw you had a mini-event-thingy and i was interested in sending in a mini fic request :3

i’m not sure how great i will be at wording this but, kunikida x musician!reader? like they’re either an instrumentalist (i play bass hehe) or a vocalist? you can go with whatever trope you want, i don’t mind, i’m just curious to see other people’s ideas :P friends to lovers maybe? anything with lovers i fear… hehe

thank you very much, and no rush!

The look of love...♡

OMIGIE! I'M A MUSICIAN TEW! DIS IS GUNNA BE SHO KEWL >:3 I AM AAAA VIOLINIST, DRUMMER AND VOCALIST!! Kunikida Doppo x Gn! reader (Implied female but pronouns never specified!) ~ sfw content. ~ sfw + domestic fluff ~you and Kunikida are the best musicians in your music school...maybe it will blossom..?

You and Kunikida have been musicians for a while, you being a bass player and Kunikida being a violinist and Vocalist. You two were working on a project to make a song for the final exam, but little did you know that Kunikida had other ideas and made a song confessing his love to you. Both sat in the music composing room, reviewing your beats and lyrics. Kunikida was noticeably more distracted than normal. He played the lyrics and occasionally stumbled on some more difficult parts. You had to remind yourself, this was the first time he revealed his feelings to someone, so he was more than likely incredibly nervous. "You alright there?" You asked with some concern, noticing his nervous looks towards you and him stumbling on his parts more often than usual. "H-Huh," He stuttered in surprise and his cheeks flushed red at being asked that. "I'm fine, don't worry. Just…." You noticed his eyes dart towards you before quickly looking away. "Just nervous." You chuckled to yourself and nodded. "I could tell. You always do that thing with your eyes when you're nervous." His face turned even more red, a bit of embarrassment on his face after being called out. "I-I do?" He asked with an obvious attempt to sound calm, trying to hide his nervousness . "Yeah." You chuckled. "A lot. You always stare at me for a few seconds, then quickly look away right before you start stuttering." "I-I don't-" He paused, noticing that he was stuttering as usual when nervous. "Oh, I guess I do." He muttered, his cheeks turning a darker shade of red, embarrassment taking over. "A-Anyways...I made a song on the side..." he said with a shaky voice. Before you could answer he picked up his violin. He began playing the song, the notes from his violin and his voice filled the room. It was a surprisingly beautiful piece, and the lyrics were both sweet and romantic. The music and his voice felt almost enchantingly alluring, sending tingles of emotion running down your spine as you listened. As the song went on, the lyrics slowly made it more and more obvious who the song was about, and soon enough, it was clear that he was confessing his love for you. He finished the song and looked back towards you. His cheeks were flushed a deep shade of red, and he looked at you nervously, waiting for some sort of reaction. You sat in silence for a few moments, staring at him in surprise. The room was completely silent, only the sound of the clock's ticking and your mutual breathing could be heard before you finally spoke. "You…did you write this for me?" You asked, your voice slightly shaky from the surprise and your heart now thumping through your chest. He took a deep breath and slowly nodded, the embarrassment on his face grew, but so did the redness in his cheeks. "Y-Yeah, I did." He admitted quietly, his voice still quivering from the nerves. You sat in shock, still trying to comprehend the fact that he had feelings for you. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest now and you felt the blood rush to your face. You weren't sure how to process this information, completely shocked and surprised that he had revealed such a deep secret. Your mind was still a chaotic mess from the revelation, but as you considered it more, you realized that you reciprocated his feelings. Your heart fluttered and a feeling of warmth spread through you, realizing that you felt the same way towards him. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself from the overwhelming rush of emotions that coursed through you. "I feel the same way." You said quietly, a mix of nervousness and excitement in your voice. His eyes widened in surprise, a look of disbelief and hope appearing on his face. "You…you do?" He asked as he stepped closer, a small smile slowly spreading across his face.

You lean in and kiss him on the lips, his mouth warm and sweet, the taste of caramel making you go deeper and more passionate.

It was all in the name and look of love…

[cutmyheadoffplease]

«Justice of those pure of heart»

ADA x reader hcs because why not?

WARNINGS! : Dazai being Dazai, mentions of alcohol and war in Yosano's part

FEAT! : Atsushi; Dazai; Kunikida; Yosano x gn!reader

➜ Atsushi Nakajima ᗢ

ᗢ He asks Yosano for advice; it doesn’t matter. Presents? Yosano has to say they fit the occasion. A nice day in a park? Yosano makes Atsushi check the weather forecast. She saved dates.

ᗢ Atsushi would buy plushies as gifts. He started doing it after he saw how much joy they brought to Kyoka and they became his go-to gifts for everyone.

ᗢ Atsushi’s ability lets him turn into a tiger, tigers are felines, felines sleep for about 16 hours a day. Therefore, Atsushi too sleeps for 16 hours (and has a tiny kitty plushie he got from Kyoka <3)

ᗢ Atsushi once scratched you. It was an accident. It didn’t even hurt. But this chazuke loving boy cried for half an hour because he ‘hurt’ you.

ᗢ You once took him to the Zoo. He started rambling about chameleons. He just loves them. His love for them can be explained in two ways: 1. He wants to blend into the background like them, so that he can forget what he’s been through, so he can be like everyone. 2. They're just cool.

➜ Osamu Dazai 𓍯

𓍯 Jokes that he would love to commit suicide with you, but I feel like he’d stop you say you’re uncomfortable… maybe brings you some flowers, to Yosano’s recommendation, he bought with the money he “borrowed” from Kunikida as an apology.

𓍯 Has a small crab plushie Atsushi and Kyoka gave him and used it to pinch your cheeks or places it on your head when he’s bored.

𓍯 Do NOT fall asleep near him, unless you want to be turn into a bandage mummy, because personal space is not a concep in Dazai’s vocabulary… at all….

𓍯 You cannot look at this man and tell me he wouldn’t blow in your ear to annoy you, Kunkida and/or Chuuya.

𓍯 Dazai may have on this goofy and careless personality, but the one time he was actually sad and brought to tears was when he told you about Oda. poor Oda

➜Doppo Kunikida ✎

✎ Kunikida had a hamster as a kid. He started liking math because he would count the amount of seeds it ate every day.

✎ Kunikida on the note of his math teacher past, he gave Kenji math homework once, but had to explain it with cows.

✎ Kunikida gets mad if you aren’t organized, he’ll tidy up of course, but not without commenting and giving you sour looks.

✎ Once asked Yosano for advice on what to wear to a date and ended up with a wardrobe full of clothes. He’ll never do it again.

✎ Kunikida is almost blind without his glasses, he once tried to hug you without them and ended up hugging a door.

➜ Akiko Yosano 𓌏

𓌏 Watches M*A*S*H* every chance she gets as a way to cope with her childhood. Please watch it with her. It’s an amazing show. The show screams Yosano. (I feel like her favorite would be Colonel Potter. He’s 100% the guy she would have wanted to work under. she cried during the last episode, not wanting the show she resonated so much with to end.)

𓌏 Yosano sleeps with her socks on and has an unholy big collection of them, most of them have Japanese sweets on them or random stuff she bought with Kyoka or Naomi.

𓌏 Drunkenly confessed what happened during the war once. She spat out everything. The pain drowned in liquor, everything now just a foggy memory of abuse and injustice. She took the hair pin off that day.

𓌏 Yosano took you shopping, Kyoka tags along, of course you had to pay for everything. And if you didn’t I’ll pay for Yosano and Kyoka happily . Before you know it it’s already late, the bag is full of random stuff, like scented candles and even more socks.

𓌏 Yosano reads romance. A lot of it. She became the ADA’s romance counselor. So you better be good at preparing dates or she’ll pout a little.

𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆Yay~ Thank you for getting till the very end~ A part two will come with the other ADA members.ᐟ𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆

[lupin-et-rose]

BSD Brainrot

Just an outpouring of horny thoughts on main.

BSD boys x F!Reader — NSFW

Part 1 - Kunkida & Poe (separately)

Warnings: Cursing, frequent sexual references, completely subjective headcanons

A/N: BSD gods, forgive me, for I have sinned. Using such a wholesome Wan! gif to represent this filth...I am ashamed...

Minors DNI - 18+ only

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Kunikida

(IK this is supposed to be NSFW, but this gif is so cute I couldn’t resist).

I…there are not words. I feel this man is secretly a tightly leashed FREAK in the sheets, yall. I can’t— it’s just the truth.

He would be the best ‘daddy disciplinarian’ - but only if you ask him to. And I’ll explain what I mean in a second—

Say you have this project due (for work, uni, whatever) and you’re struggling with motivation.

The solution? Easy. Ask Kunikida to reward you.

He’ll help you come up with little benchmarks that will earn you cute kisses on the cheek, on the hand, etc.,

All the while, you have the big promise awaiting at the end of this project, like a carrot on a stick—

Sure enough, as soon as you slam your laptop shut to celebrate - Kunikida swoops in and snogs the ever living daylights out of you

Cause little did you know, that for every little kiss of his to reward you and build anticipation in you—was also building anticipation in HIM

And goddamn it all, he is simultaneously so horny and proud—

Within the next ten minutes you’re carried to bed, stripped of your clothes and your mind as you fall apart on his cock.

All the while his hands clutch your hips to the point of brushing. Low, harsh breaths rasping a waterfall of praises in your ear about how good you feel and how well you’ve done.

—and god-damn if he just isn’t just so turned on by how hard you work, how tight your fluttery little cunt is as he spears you in half with his thrusts.

And that’s just assuming you’re a good little love and keep to your goals like you promised.

If you decide to be a brat with him…that just brings out a whole other *Beast*.

Poe

Sweetest subby baby boy on the face of this earth. Istg yall, even his attempts to dom & boss you around are literally the most precious.

Voice struggling to stay steady as he’s giving you ‘orders’.

Plus those high, keening whines of his whenever you bring him pleasure.

Oh, he’s so fucking pretty.

Soft curls damp with sweat, hanging in his face.

Pale skin flushed with pleasure and exertion from your passionate exchanges.

You could kiss the very breath out of him.

You could hover the needle of your best heels over his Adams Apple and he would rebel, whimpering with pleasure and begging for more.

His nipples are just as, if not more sensitive than yours.

Say you’re riding him: He’s already a breathless, blushing whimpering mess beneath you.

Loving your weight on top him, loving how your pussy drags up and down his length as yous eat the pace to your pleasure.

But then, if you decide you’d rather balance yourself on his chest instead of the headboard—try this:

Spread on your hands around this ribs, along he sides of his pecks. Cup his pathetic flat chest in your hands and rub over his nipples with the pads of your fingers or thumbs.

And oh my god—you’d think someone that latched an electric current to the boy for how he’d jolt and yelp your name.

Arching into your touch, jerking his own thrusts into your pussy with gasps and cries of shock and pleasure.

Nearly choking with the double combo of your hands on his chest and your cunt swallowing his cock. Squirming with breathy sobs, desperate for more friction.

This man will be putty in your hands. Each and every time—

[rae-writes]

what could've been

soukoku x reader

wc : 0.4k

warnings : none, skk giving me fEElinGS, it's not [exactly] angst but it still makes you wanna *throw table* yk??

synopsis : sweet dreams and reality

a/n : inspired by kayssuxx -> ‘if only’ skk art on tiktok

“Kunikida is going to have your ass if he finds you slacking again~” You sang-song with a smile as you entered the cozy coffee shop that resided beneath the Agency office. The sight of Osamu’s relaxed face, foam coating his upper lip, made your heart swell. 

The brunette licked the mess off his face with a grin, standing up with a dramatic flair before bounding over to you, “Not if he doesn’t catch me! What Kunkida doesn’t know won’t kill him!...probably.” 

“Because I keep covering for you.” Chuuya’s voice rings out pleasantly in the quiet shop, tone both exasperated and amused. His red hair contrasts the beige color palette he wore beautifully, giving a lighter air to him. 

Your heart thudded against your ribcage as you watched them share a kiss before they both turned to you and pressed their lips to your cheek. Your fingers curled in the material of Chuuya’s turtleneck, breathy giggle escaping as you returned their affections. 

“C’mon, let’s take our stuff up to the office or else Kunikida will have all of our asses.”

Dazai gave a bubbly laugh and snaked his arm around Chuuya’s waist, mouthing off about something, but you were too busy focusing on how bright the redhead’s eyes were as he playfully bantered back with Osamu and held out his hand for you to come closer.

As the three of you trudged upstairs to the Armed Detective Agency’s office, it felt like you were floating with how many butterflies swirled around in your chest.

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With the haze of your dream-addled mind wanting desperately to go back to sleep so it could continue, it was difficult for you to begin waking up. 

The light peeking through your curtains told you it was day, as did the sounds of your boyfriends bantering playfully while they got ready. Hearing your name being thrown around forced your eyes to flutter open, ears finally picking up on Chuuya’s voice as you slowly sat up in bed. 

“Come onnn, Doll, ‘n wake up! If I’m late again, the boss will have my ass and you know I hate not seeing you before I leave—“ Chuuya’s eyes widen at your glassy eyes and at the singular tear that streaks down your cheek. 

His sudden silence immediately alerted Dazai, who’d poked his head out of the bathroom to see what was going on, before rushing to your side. “Belladonna? What’s wrong?” 

“Ah…” You blink, fingers brushing away the wetness from your cheek; you hadn’t even realized you were crying. “I’m alright…just..” 

The sight of Chuuya in his typical mafia wear brought you back to reality, forcing a weak laugh from you as you tried to ease their worries (and the faint ache in your heart for what could’ve been). 

“Just a dream, is all…”

[tiredlilguy]

Hi! May I request kunikida x goth vampire reader? I had a thought about this and thought it would be cute to see how he would react to one.

Let me set down the basics and details of reader. They dislike garlic (obv), holy water, and uncomfortable looking or seeing a wooden stake and can't be in the sun at all, unless they have they're sun hat (or maybe they can and but they just get sun burns easily up to you for this reader). They are a cold, mean person at first but once they open up they are sassy, sarcastic, and stubborn but overall really nice.

Of course since they wear all black they have a whole closet full of black clothing and accessories to wear for anytime of the day. Including a black sun hat. They mostly drink animals blood to survive cause they don't drink human blood at all. They have sharp nails that are claws, and they can manipulate blood of any person/animal.

(sorry if this is bad I'm trying here lol) anyways have a good day/night 🫶 take ur time to do this request and if I went overboard pls let me know.

don't worry! you're request isn't overboard ^^ i thought this was really cute, but i had a hard time trying to figure out what i wanted to write for this, but i had fun while making it! i hope you enjoy :D

pairing: Kunkida X Goth!Vamp!GN!Reader cw: N/A, not proofread description: Kunikida forgot his bento you made him, so you have to go deliver it to him.

You and Kunikida were an interesting couple to say the least. You usually kept to yourself in the shadows and the only time you were really out and about was during the night. You usually hunted at night, as it was really your only time to feast. If you weren’t dating an Agency member, people would’ve thought you were affiliated with the Mafia, but no… you were just your own person. The night was just the only times when you went out. Though, there would be a few “rare” occasions where you would actually go out during the day: if there was a nice library/cafe you wanted to visit, or if you were delivering something to Kunikida.

Today was one of those days, and unbeknownst to you, there was a new Agency member who’s just joined recently: Atsushi Nakajima.

To start off though, quite early in the morning, as you were reading besides him on the bed, Kunikida happened to sleep through his alarm. You were about to wake him up on his scheduled time, but looking at his tired face, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit bad. The bags under his eyes were only getting worse: not to mention his stiffened back and shoulder. He often slept next to you, as you usually didn’t prefer to be touched (you’d let him lie on you though if he had a particularly rough day). Not to mention, he laid on his stomach because of the back pains. On occasion, you’d run a hand through his hair, and hear him groan, relaxing into the mattress.

You times just about five minutes in your head before you woke him up. He seemed at peace until you told him you let him sleep in five minutes. His eyes widened as he got ready, while at the same time somehow yelling at you to wake him up on time. You knew he wasn’t actually mad, so you only shrugged at him with a dead face as he paced about the room: changing into his work outfit. Before you could say anything, he ran off: leaving his bento lunch, and you without a goodbye kiss. You couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed, but then again it was you who didn’t wake him up on his alarm.

Standing up, you decided that you’d deliver it to him.

Now, here you were. It was quite hard to find something casual, as most of your wardrobe was gothic, but you opted for some black slacks and one of your ruffled black shirts. You finished off your outfit with some glossy black shoes, and a black umbrella, as you collected the bento that was sitting on the counter… and you were off.

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Opening the door to the Agency, you were met with the sight of most of the members doing work. A few of them waved your direction before continuing on. However, you noticed Dazai standing up from his chair to greet you.

“ Ah, (Y/N)!,” he seemed enthusiastic, as usual,” It’s been a while since we’ve seen you.”

“ It’s nice to see you, Dazai,” you answered with the same blank face,” Just here to deliver something to Doppo.”

“ Okie dokie. He’s out shopping at the moment, he’ll probably be back in a couple minutes though. It was a quick trip,” the brunette replied with a smile,” Would you like some tea while you wait?”

“ No thanks. I’ll just wait here,” you sat on one of the waiting chairs, picking up one of the magazines that was on the coffee table. Usually Dazai was quite lazy, never greeting anyone at the door, but you and him became close, as your seemingly cold attitude attracted him, though not in a romantic sense. He understood your sarcastic and quiet nature, and so you both became good friends. The screen between the consultation “room” was folded back as there was some storage boxes that were being moved.

By now, most of the Agency knew who you were. You usually didn’t talk to most of them, but either way, they treated you just like they would with any other person. It was nice… the Agency was like your second home, where no one would question you for having a large umbrella in the daytime or why you didn’t want to step outside. They knew you were passive, as you’d only eaten animal’s blood. It was fine until you felt a pair of eyes on you.

“ Hey, kid,” you looked up at a boy with a glare,” I don’t like staring.”

The boy shivered, but quickly put his hands up in defense,” Sorry! I didn’t mean to stare…”

“ It’s fine, just makes me uncomfortable,” you replied, folding your magazine in your lap,” Anyways, you look new. Did you join recently?”

He nodded,” Yes, I did! My name is Atsushi Nakajima. I’m sorry for staring.”

“ Like I said, it’s ok. My name is (Y/N) (L/N),” you adjusted the umbrella that was over your shoulder.

“ They’re a real life vampire, ya know,” Dazai muttered over to Atsushi,” Isn’t that cool?”

You smirked, the canines of your fangs becoming prominent as you chuckled at Dazai’s remarks,” You’re funny, Dazai… Anyways, yes, I am a vampire. Though, don’t worry, Atsushi… I really hate human blood.”

“ Ah I didn’t exactly think that…,” Atsushi shrugged with a smile.

“ They’re also Kunikida’s romantic partner! Isn’t that interesting, Atsushi?,” Dazai gossiped.

“ Eh-“

“ Something wrong about that,” you asked, raising a brow.

“ No no… It’s just, you two don’t seem anything alike,” Atsushi waved his hands in defense.

“ I’m just messing with you,” you shrugged,” Sorry… Dazai’s been rubbing off on me. Anyways, we get that a lot, so it’s really nothing.”

Soon enough, you heard the door open, revealing your boyfriend with a hand with a plastic grocery back.

“ I’m back,” he called out, walking over to his desk with the bag as others greeted him a welcome back.

“ Psst…,” Dazai poked over to Kunkida.

“ What now? I’m a little annoyed that you make me break my last pen, so make it quick,” he answered. Dazai pointed over to you.

“ I have your lunch, Doppo,” you spoke, walking over to him with the bento in your hands. You offered it to him.

He turned to you, gently taking it from your hands. A little embarrassed that he was in front of Dazai, he held himself back from greeting you with a kiss. “ You really shouldn’t be out you know,” he lectured,” It’s really bright outside today.”

“ Well, you forgot a couple of things,” you replied simply. “… and you woke me up late,” he sounded a little rude, though, you knew he didn’t mean anything by it.

“ I only let you sleep in because you looked tired.”

“ So mean, Kunikida,” Dazai muttered under his breathe as he watched the scene in front of him.

“ Well… you should get going. I don’t want you getting burnt,” Kunkida’s hands lingered on the bento before placing it on his desk off to the side.

“ Hey, you still forgot one thing,” you frowned.

Kunikida only raised a brow. You looked at him, still with a blank expression,” You forgot your goodbye kiss before you left.”

Dazai placed a hand over his mouth as he lightly giggled to himself.

“ N-not right now…,” he turned his head.

Your frown only got worse,” You’re cruel, Dop-“

In a flash, he smashed his lips into yours, throwing you off guard. It wasn’t anything intense, but the initiation was rather passionate. He kissed you again before pulling away.

“ Sorry…,” his face went red,” I just… didn’t want to…”

A rare smile went to your face,” It’s fine. I just like making Doppo nervous.”

You placed a soft kiss on his cheek, your fangs grazing his skin but not enough to actually harm him, before pulling away and walking towards the door.

“ I’ll be off, Doppo,” your umbrella was now off your shoulder as you held it in your hand,” Take care.”

His hand was on the cheek that you kissed,” Yeah…”

[pinkipeachiikeen]

And The Stars Will Guide Us Home; Chapter 5

A Batfam/BSD crossover series, Dazai x Fem! Reader

Chapter four <------ Chapter Five -------> Chapter six

It all happened so fast.

All he can see are flashes,

“You are gonna be just fine, kid.”

small spews of light,

“Just fine. I promise.”

and smoke.

“Everything is going to be okay.”

Yay an Atsushi chapter! I wrote this one a lil differently than the last one, I hope yall like it!

Word count: 5372

Content warnings: Canon typical violence, Atsushi meeting Aktugawa

It all happened so fast.

All he can see are flashes,

“You are gonna be just fine, kid.”

small spews of light,

“Just fine. I promise.”

and smoke.

“Everything is going to be okay.”

Atsushi wakes with a start, gasping for air, fingers grasping onto unfamiliar bedding.

Where am I?

Closing his eyes, he tries to remember but he can only recall each memory in sparks. Each moment a spotty reel of film, rewinding.

Flashes and tiny pools of light.

Small, hot, pointing shards of gravel digging into his skin.

A sharp, yet suddenly fading pain on his side, and,

That voice. 

“You are gonna be just fine, kid. Just fine, I promise.” 

It was soft, like an angel welcoming him into heaven, and right in that moment Atsushi was partially convinced that it actually was.

“That is your karma, weretiger.” a sickly voice replays in his head, barging recklessly into the moment of angelical peace, away from his angel's comfort and into a deathly chokehold. 

 “Your life is bound to cause only misfortune for those around you.” A haunting chill binds itself to Atsushi, seeping through every inch of him down to his core. The voice latches itself to his deepest insecurities and festers and bubbles, bringing a wave of nausea with it.

“Oh, good you’re up.” a voice interrupts, pulling him out of his head and away from the grasp of painful memories.

“EEP!” the boy cried, jumping in his skin, head turning to the chair placed across from him.

“Oh, it’s you.” the boy says relieved. 

“Well don’t sound too excited, now.” Yoru gently teases.

He shakes his head “I- I didn’t mean it-!”

She waves him off. “I was just messing with you.” scooting her chair a little closer to him, she asks “How are you feeling?”

He shrugs. “A little sore.” 

“I meant emotionally, but I guess a little sore is better than other outcomes.” she retorts.

He bites the inside of his cheek. “I- I don’t know.” He replies honestly.

She nods. “That’s okay too.” said Yoru. “Can you tell me what happened? ‘Cause I'm really confused how everything can go to hell so quickly after I leave. I was only gone for like an hour- hour and a half maybe?” she guesses. “Who knew you were such a troublemaker, tiger boy.”

“I-i’m not!” he retorts. “It’s just-.. I only-” he stumbles.

“Take your time.” Yoru said sincerely.

Atsushi sighs. How did this all happen?

“Well I guess it starts with Dazai hitting on a woman and getting beat up by Kunikida for it.” he shares.

“Again?”

“Yep.” he confirms. “This time, it was a client.”

“So beautiful!” The bandaged detective complimented, delicately grasping the  clients hand. “You remind me of a lotus blossom, all at once elegant and ephemeral. Would you care to join me in a double sui-”

Crash! 

And as if it weighed nothing at all Dazai flew from Kunkida’s right hook, shocking the client and the other two detectives who were wrong for expecting anything but this tomfoolery when it comes to Dazai.

Kunikida just sighs, as if it was a regular occurrence (for them it probably was.) and apologizes for his colleagues behavior, telling the group how they can ‘carry on’ while he ‘takes care of it’, followed by the slightly muffled yelling of Kunikida reprimanding him. Meanwhile, the client continued on, unfazed. 

“Please let me expand a little on my request.”

“Oh! Of course!” replied Junichiro, who unlike the client, was distracted by his coworkers casual display of violence

“You see, there’s recently been a group of seedy looking individuals loitering in the back alley of my company building.” she continued, while the ruckus from the closet continued.

“Can you give us more details?” Junichiro asks.

“They wear clothes that are very old and tattered. We’ve heard some of them speak in a foreign language, but none of us can identify it.”

“If I had to guess,” starts Kunikida, emerging from the closet leaving a possibly concussed Dazai (Atsushi makes a mental note not to mess with Kunikida, before asking himself if it's even possible to piss him off as much as Dazai does.) “i’d say they sound a lot like smugglers. They are unavoidable in a port town like this one. With their numbers, the police can’t do much to stop them.”

“Right.” she confirms. “If we had empirical evidence of their activity, we could shut them down for good. That’s why” 

“You want us to get that evidence for you, right?” Kunikida finishes. “Hey kid.” 

Atsushi looks up to his senior. “Huh?”

“You’re on point.”

“Ehhhhhh?” 

“Relax,” said Kunikda, noticing this viable panic on the boy's face. “Smugglers are rarely violent, so you just need to keep watch in case they try to make a break for it. It’s really the perfect first job for a rookie.” he explains.

“Yeah but-”

“Junichiro, I want you to accompany him.” Kunikida interrupts.

“O-okay!” Junichiro accepts, quickly standing up. 

She wanted us to get evidence that there were smugglers loitering around the back of her work, so Kunikida told Junichiro and I to stake out there and take photos to give to the police.”

Yoru nods in understanding.

“Then he showed me a picture of someone and told me to avoid them at all costs. He’s an ability user, like us who works for a group called the Port Mafia. His name is Aktugawa.”

She nods again. “Okay, then what happened?”

“Well…” he starts. “The client was walking us to her workplace..”

“Seriously?” Asks Junichiro.

“Yes, If detective work ever becomes something you are no longer interested in, you would be an incredible actor.” Atsushi gushes. “I was convinced you were some crazy person that broke into the agency!” 

“Yeah,” Junichiro rubs at his neck. “I’m still sorry about that.”

Atsushi waves him off, “Don’t be, you were only doing what you were told to do, and you did a pretty good job at it too! So did your girlfriend, If i’m being honest-” 

“Girlfriend?” asks Junichiro with furrowed brows.

“Yeah,” Atsushi tilts his head in confusion. “The girl with the jet black hair? Are you two not dating? I'm sorry, I kinda assumed with the way you guys hugged afterwards.”

Junichiro lets out a laugh. “Atsushi, Naomi is my little sister. She gave me a hug because she was proud of me since I didn’t think I could portray a good enough villain for your entrance exam.” he sighs. “I really should’ve toned down my performance though, since now she keeps on trying to sign me up for acting jobs.” he grumbles. 

“B-But you guys look nothing alike?” Atsushi retorts.

“That’s because she’s my step sister,” he reveals. “We are just close enough that I don’t use ‘step’ anymore.”

“Oh that must be nice!” said Atushi. “I never really had siblings of any kind so…” Atsushi trails off awkwardly. He didn’t really feel like bringing the fact that he’s an orphan into the conversation because not much kills the mood faster than ‘oh my parents didn’t want me. Or they died. Either way, no family for me!’

Junichiro shrugs. “To be honest, I hated it for a while.”

Atsushi’s eyes widened. “Really?”

Junichiro nods. “For a good chunk of my life, it was only my Mother and I. My father was never in the picture and I grew comfortable with it just being the two of us. Then my mom got this new boyfriend all of a sudden, and what made matters even worse is that he had a daughter.” he reveals. “They assumed since we were both girls and around the same age we would get along.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Atsuhsi stops. “Both girls?”

He nods. “I’m trans, and I came out after my Mom and Step-dad got together.”

“Oh, okay.” said Atsushi.

“I despised Naomi. So, so, much. I don’t know how much of it was because she was my Step dads daughter and hated her in correlation, or because she made me think that my mother wanted a feminine daughter, or just a daughter, really. And I couldn’t give her that.”

Atsuhsi nods.  

“I mean I was polite to her while they were dating, but never really went out of my way to be kind. I was kind of banking on the possibility that they would break up and everything would go back to the way that it was, but after the wedding I gave up and just started ignoring Naomi.” he admits. “Well, to be fair, I kinda started ignoring everyone and went through my ‘edgy, nobody understands me’ phase.” he shutters. “That was a very dark time.” 

Atsushi tried, but couldn’t picture Junichiro as anything but a kind, smaller and  slightly more awkward version of himself. Envisioning him as anything else just felt wrong.

“Then, Naomi’s dad passed away in a car accident, and my mother and I became her only family.” he shares a bit somberly. 

“What happened to her mother?” Atsushi asks.

“She died giving birth to Naomi, and I don’t know much about her extended family, so I'm guessing they just weren’t around.” he sighs. “I- I was awful to her. Instead of seeing a little girl who lost her only family, I only saw a pest that hogged all my mothers time, energy and focus. My mother wasn't quite well off when it was the two of us, and now we had to take into account another child. We got all of my stepfather’s assets but he wasn’t particularly rich either and it didn’t cover the major changes we had to undergo. My mom was really struggling, and instead of trying to take a load off from her by helping Naomi transition to her new life, I just blamed everything on her instead.”

“W-well you can’t blame yourself for the things you said when you were a child!” Atsushi chimes in. “You were also struggling with a lot of changes too!” Atsushi bites his lip awkwardly. What exactly is he supposed to say to this? He didn’t think growing up in an orphanage would make him this clueless when it comes to comforting people, but he guesses that may fall under the social skills category he already knows he's deficit in.

Junichiro nods. “Yeah, I know. But it still doesn’t change the fact that my actions hurt others.” he states. “I was going through a lot of conflicting issues and I took them out on the people closest to me. It took me too long to come to terms with my actions and to realize that Naomi is actually pretty cool.” he chuckles. “Do you know how crafty that girl is?” he asks. “Whether it's the clothes she makes or the insults she dishes out, she always seems to amaze me. I just wish I had given her a chance before.” he shakes his head, as if he was expelling a thought. “But that’s why I always try to be there for her now, to make up for lost time. That’s why we moved to Yokohama together in the first place!”

“Really?”

Junichiro nods. “The school Naomi goes to has classes that specialize in fashion. She applied on a whim and forgot about it, assuming she’d never get in, until she received a letter in the mail. Mom was apprehensive about her moving away to a large city by herself so I offered to move with her.”

“Wow, that’s very nice of you Junichiro!” 

He shrugs. “Eh, I didn’t have much else planned anyway, so moving out here wasn’t going to disrupt any of my plans or anything.”

“Is that when you joined the agency?” Atsushi asks innocently.

Junichiro freezes up. “U-uh yeah.” he laughs awkwardly. “I was originally working as a waiter when I was scouted… it was kinda crazy actually.”

“Well it couldn’t have been crazier than my entrance story.” Atsushi jokes.

“Yes.” he said seriously, looking Atsushi in the eyes. “Yes, it definitely can be.” 

Looking slightly behind the now frazzled Atsushi, Junichiro squints his eyes. “Is that-” he whispers, walking to the display window beside him. “No way!” he exclaims, eyes wide and fingers smudging the glass. 

“What is it?” Atsushi asks, peering into the display. He didn’t see anything too noticeable right off the bat, it was just another antique store display. 

“Right there!” Junichiro points.

Atsushi squints. “That necklace?”

“Yes!” He cheers. “That’s Naomi’s necklace!” He runs his hands through his ginger hair in disbelief. “Wow, I never thought I'd see it again!” Noticing the confused expression on Atsushi’s face he chuckles. “This was her mothers necklace. Her father gave it to her when he believed she was old enough to not lose it, and she wore it every day.” he shares. “A few years ago it was stolen out of her locker when she was swimming in gym class. She was heartbroken.” he shakes his head. “I just can’t believe I found it.”

Atsushi takes a closer look at the necklace. It was definitely an interesting The pendant on it looked like it was some magical mirror that you would see in castles and story books. The edges with delicately rimmed with intricate designs and swirls, and was painted gold that matches the chain attached with it. Or it was supposed to, but the throes of time had diminished the shine to a coppered bronze. What he found particularly strange though, was instead of having a reflective glass in the center like a real mirror does, there was a decorative one instead with swirls of pinks and purples, all leading to a tiny fan carved into the glass. 

“Are you sure it’s hers?” he asks. “It would be a very big coincidence, y’know.”

Junichiro nods. “Do you see that tiny chip on the bottom?”

Atsushi nods.

“Naomi chipped it when I first taught her how to skateboard. She fell and skinned up her arm real bad, but the only thing she could focus on was that tiny lil chip.” he reveals. “Wow, I need to buy this for her.” 

“Is everything alright?” The client asks, making the boys flinch.

“Oh, yes, yes, everythings fine.” Junichiro replies, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, not quite making a convincing show that he didn’t momentarily forget why they were there in the first place. “I just-” he sighed. “I saw a necklace my sister had stolen years ago. It was her mothers, and it just threw me off to see it.” he shares, looking a tad defeated. “I’ll have to buy it on the way back, I apologize for getting distracted.” he bows. 

“Go buy it.” 

Junichiros head pops back up. “W-what?”

“Go buy the necklace.” the client said, a gentle, almost sad, smile gracing her lips. “The smugglers don’t usually appear until about…” she checks her watch “half an hour from now. You buying something real quick shouldn’t throw us off schedule.” she states. “But go quickly.”

“Y-yes ma'am!” he replies, throwing open the door to the shop and running inside. 

“Ohhhhh.” realizes Yoru.

“What?” replies Atsushi.

“Nothing.” she waves him off. “What happened after he got the necklace?” 

“Then-” Atsushi gulps. “She led us to the alley.”

“Hm, that’s strange.” Junichiro wonders aloud. “Is this really the right spot Miss..”

“Higuchi.”

“Miss Higuchi, smugglers tend to be a very cautious bunch of individuals, they’ll always have an escape route planned.” Junichiro informs. “And yet, this place leads to a dead end. If anyone came from that direction they’d be trapped.”

And just like that, any remains of that sorrowful smile drains away from her features. “That’s correct.” she said, tying her hair up. “I must apologize for deceiving you and leading you both into a trap. She slid her dark shade over her face and grabbed her phone from her pocket, clicked a button and held it to her ear. “My actual targets are standing right in front of me.” she reveals. “Akutagawa, it’s me,” she greeted into her phone. “I have them cornered, as planned.”

Akutagawa?! Isn’t that who Kunikida warned me about?!

“SHE’S WITH THE PORT MAFIA!” Junichiro yells, tackling Higuchi. “ATSUSHI GET DOWN!” Atsushi nearly throws himself to the ground, missing the rain of bullets by the skin of his teeth.

“Get. Off. Me!!!”  she grunts, attempting to shove him off with one gun while the other lands on the ground with a clack. Then with a grunt, she knocks the butt of the gun against his jaw, sending him back. 

Fixing her glasses and now standing tall over him she chuckles. “I’ll do your sister a favor and place her precious necklace around your neck so it’s the first thing she sees when they deliver your corpse.” she said wickedly, gun pointed to the center of his head. 

“Keep her name out of your filthy mouth!” he shouts, each word growing in fevor. “Special ability! Light snow!”

Green strands of light cloak around him as freckles of light rained down around them. “Doesn’t look like snow to me.” she states as strands of green decorates the space around them.

“Atsushi, stay far behind me.” Junichiro warns. Nodding, he stands far away from his co-worker, anxiously waiting for his rebuttal. 

“Ugh this is taking too long.” she groans, shooting Junichiro point blank making Atsushi recoil into himself just to see the boy crumble and fade away into green pixelated code.

“What?!” screams Higuchi.

“My light snow ability transposes the entire space into a digital realm.” Junichiro voices, but Atsushi couldn’t see where from. It was like he was watching Higuchi, taunting her from outside their arena.

“Damn it!” she cursed, scanning the alley for any trace of him.

“I’ve superimposed the imagery upon myself, so it’s impossible to recognize where I am!” 

“Even so, my bullets can still hit you!” she sneered, firing at every angle and direction, in hopes of locating the boy.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” 

Out of thin air, hands gripped tight around her neck, relentless despite the struggle she put up. Choking, Higuchi releases her guns and tries to claw at the hands, begging for release, but to no avail. Junichiro then becomes visible to the human eye as he puts every ounce of energy into protecting him and his friend, hands growing tighter and tighter. Drool drips down her chin, and her hands begin to drop, breathing becomes weary before it all stops.

Junichiro falls to the ground, blood pooling down his chest.

Before Atsushi could even cry out his name, he sees him.

“Be careful of this man.” Kunikidas' voice rings through his head. “If you see him, run.”

There in all his murderous glory, stood the very man Kunikda warned him about;

Akutagawa. 

His sheer presence alone radiated power and malice as he looked down at the detectives. He peered over them as if they were nothing but the rats that invested these alleys as he coughed. “The stance of death,” he hissed, heels clicking with every striking step he took. Tendrils of raw energy emitting from the man fill the dim and cramped alley, crawling up the beaten brick walls in flickers and dashes of red. “Doesn’t discriminate from those who seek it, do you not agree?” 

Atsushi could only shake in fear as Aktugawa marches over to his subordinate and introduces himself. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Aktugawa. Like this woman here, I am one of the Port Mafia’s Black Dogs.’ He said before falling into another cough.

“Mr Aktugawa!” Higuchi pleads, standing up after her recent assault. “I can handle this by myself!”

SMACK!

Akutagawa's hand glides swiftly across her cheek, taking even Atsushi back for a moment. 

“My orders were  to take the weretiger alive, and yet here you are gunning everyone down!” He shouts. “You useless mongrel! Back off!” 

“I’m sorry.” she nearly whispers, avoiding his eyes.

“Take the weretiger alive…?” Atsushi repeats. “I- I’m the one you’re after?”

“But of course,” he answers, not even thinking highly enough to look at the boy. “The objective of this mission has always been you, and you alone, weretiger. Your friend has gotten caught in the crossfire.” he explains. “Just an unfortunate consequence.”

Atsushi gasps, but he feels as if no air is entering his lungs. “All of this..is because of me?”

“Indeed,” he confirmed, finally looking at the boy. “That is your karma, weretiger. Your life is bound to cause only misfortune to those around you.

Memories flood his head of those familiar words;

 “Get out you good-for-nothing!”

“The world would be a better place if you just died in a ditch somewhere!”

“You aren’t welcome here, and you’ll never find a place where you do belong!”

Voices of those who were supposed to protect him when he was the most vulnerable, yet only drew harm and cast him away.

“That’s… my ..karma? He asks himself more than the man he faces.  Am I really doomed to cause pain and misfortune to others? What did I do to deserve this? Why-?

Atsushi didn’t even notice the striking black flash of his ability until it was only centimeters too close and left a welting crater into the gravel beside him. 

“Naturally I missed on purpose that time, but my Rashoumon has been growing very hungry.” he shares, the black and red tendrils forming a dragon-esque creature hovering above the man, awaiting his very command. “I intend to take you in alive, but if you decide to resist, then I will have no choice but to have it consume your leg next time.”

“B-but why?” Atsushi whimpered. “Why is this happening to me?” Is this my fault too? Do I make everyone around me suffer? Just by being alive?  

“A-atsushi..” Junichiro groans. “Run, run away, you got to…”

Junichiro! He’s still alive!

“Now that  you’ve joined our ranks, you  should try and act accordingly.” Kunikdas words from earlier replay in his head. “Work to uphold the agency’s good name.”

With newfound vigor from Kunikdas words, Atsushi knows what he has to do. 

With a scream of passion, he darts towards Akutagawa. 

“A fool’s errand, how tiresome.” Aktugawa complains, sending Rashoumon his way, but Atsushi only slides down beside him and picks up Higuchi’s forgotten gun and unloads it all into the man's back.

Only to see the jacket absorb the bullets and let out a deadly roar, with every bullet falling to the gravel like discarded trash. 

“I’ll commend you on a noble effort,” Aktugawa proclaimed as his coast began to fester and roar, begging, screaming, like the souls trapped in hell, begging for a release. “But in the end, it was a futile attempt. My Rashoumon’s hunger knows no bounds, it devours everything around it. It consumed the very space your bullets were attempting to cross in order to reach me. No matter what kind of weapon you might try  to use, none can reach me in this present state.”

How is anyone supposed to stand a chance against him?!

“Unfortunately for you,” he sneers, eyer glaring into Atsushi’s, “I keep my promises.” 

“Okay, then what happened?” Yoru asked after a prolonged pause.

“I….” Atsushi grips at his leg, evidential proof going against his memories. “I don’t know. I thought-” he sighs. 

‘Hey,” Yoru said, placing a calming hand on his shoulder. “I’m not here to judge, okay?” she comforts. “Just tell me what you remember.”

Atsushi bites his lip and avoids her gaze. “I…I remember this pain.” he starts. “This unbearable pain, unlike anything I've ever experienced before.”

Yoru nods, encouraging him to continue. 

“Then I just had this…rage. This red hot rage came from within, and it almost kinda…took over?” he tries to explain, sighing again when the words fall quite right. “I’m not quite sure what happened after that. Everything gets really fuzzy.” 

“That makes sense.” Yoru said. 

“It does?” he asks, finally meeting her eyes again.

She nods. “Yeah, it does. A lot of very big things happened within the course of minutes, I'm honestly surprised you could recount this much. I bet a lot of people couldn’t.”

“H-how would you know?” 

“Hm?”

“I’M SORRY! That sounded a little rude!” Atsushi apologizes. “Y-you just seem very knowledgeable in this sort of thing and I was just curious y’know? I’m not trying to doubt or-”

 “Atsushi,” she laughs. “It’s fine. I understand what you mean.” she assures. “I told you I taught self defense, right?” 

Atsushi nods. 

“Well, even though a good chunk of my students took the class as a precaution, many took it after they experienced an event where being able to protect themselves would  have been vital.” she shares.”Gotham is a pretty shady city, and we had plenty of dangerous people making rounds there, ability users or not, and I've grown accustomed to hearing the stories.”

Atsushi had a feeling that Yoru held some dangerous stories of her own, but he wasn’t going to push. “Actually…” he starts. “I remember a tiny bit more, but it’s kinda silly…”

“I doubt it.” Yoru said. “Go on.”

“Well,...” he rubs the back of his neck. “I remember a bunch of smoke, and laying on the ground feeling helpless, when I heard this voice…”

“Voice?” Yoru repeats, confused.

Atsushi nods. “Yeah, a voice.” he confirms, a slight blush tinting his cheeks. “This voice, it kept telling me I was gonna be okay, and everything was gonna be alright. Then I woke up here.” he explains. “Do you think I'm hearing things?

Yoru chuckles, “No, only the things you are supposed to.” she jokes. “That was me, I said that.” 

“WHAT?!” he says a bit too loudly, the blush on his face growing rapidly as Yoru ‘shhhh’s him. “That was you?!”

Yoru nods.

“B-but, I thought you were with Ranpo! H-how did you find me?” 

“I was just escorting him to the train station.” she explains. “I was trying to go back to the office but no one thought of letting me know exactly where that is.” she grumbled slightly. “I was close enough to hear the gunshots, and I ran towards the alley. You guys are very lucky I was nearby and even more lucky that Higguchi lady had a horrible shot and hit a gas pipe. I was able to run in and grab you both before the smoke cleared.”

“Both?” Atsushi repeated, suddenly remembering he wasn’t the only one injured. “Oh my god! Is Junichiro okay?!” he asks throwing off his blanket about to stand up before Yoru pushes him back down. 

“Slow down there, buddy boy. Yosano may have patched you up, but you still need to rest.” Yoru scold. 

“But I need to know if he’s okay!” he protested.

Yoru pulls back the curtain to show a sleeping Junichiro, with a curled up Naomi right next to him. “He’s doing just fine. He woke up briefly earlier and is just resting now. Naomi has been by his side the whole time and almost needed to be sedated when I brought him in. She was hysterical.” she reveals. “Man is lucky to have someone that  cares about him that much.” she said, pulling the curtain closed. 

A feeling of guilt grew in Atsushi’s stomach. He only got hurt because of me. Everyone only suffers because of me, this is my fault. I don’t deserve to-”

“Ow!” Atsushi recoils, rubbing his forehead where Yoru just flicked him

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Beating yourself up.” she explains. “It changes nothing.”

“Wha-” how did she know? “But-”

“But nothing, Atsushi.”

“But he was right!” cried Atsushi, crossing his arms and squeezing them for comfort, placing tiny bruises along his skin. 

Yoru furrows her eyebrows. “Who?”

“Aktugawa, the guy from the Port Mafia.” he mutters. “I’ve only been here a few days and only caused problems,” he shares. “Whether it's with you, having to carry me home and comfort me late at night, or with Junichiro who almost died.” he cried, tears forming in his eyes. “I-” he sniffles. “Maybe I should hand myself over to the Mafia…”

“Absolutely not.” 

Atsushi has never heard her voice so cold and stern before, and it almost scared him. “What..?

“Y’know what all members of organized crime have in common?” she asks methodically. “Whether they are as simple as a neighborhood street gang or as complex as a mafia. Hell, if you aren’t afraid to get controversal, you can throw in political groups too. No matter how big and powerful they all are or aren’t, every one of them all have this in common. Can you guess what it is, Atsushi?”

“Um, power?” he meekly replies.

She lets out a humorless laugh. “God, that’s what they want to think.” she shakes her head. “No,” she looks directly at him. “They are all pawns.”

Atsushi feels a shiver run down his spine, but can’t quite understand why.

“No matter how high you climb that ladder, you are still a pawn controlled by someone, or something else. They get so illusioned by the concept of power and control that they don’t realize they have none.” she sighs and shakes her head once again, the coldness in her eyes seeping away into something into couldn’t quite identify. “You don’t-” she sighs, contemplating her words. “You don’t  join groups like the Mafia with anything to live for.” she reveals. “You sell your soul at the chance of having any kind of control, any kind of power because at that point, you have none. They like to lure you in with the promise of family, weath, a home, and promise you that all while handing you a gun and telling you to kill.”

“H-how do you know this?”

She sighs. “I was one of those people, once upon a time.” she reveals, shifting in her chair. “Young, naive and desprate in a foreign land. I made mistakes, big ones.” she shrugs. “But that’s why I know that you aren’t the first, and you won’t be the last either.”

He furrows his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“They are are pawns, including Aktugawa. He’s saying what he knows will get under your skin so he can get you to fold. Your just another job. I highly doubt you were the first vulnerable person he tried to take advantage of and I know for a fact you won’t be the last. If you hand yourself over to them you’ll just be another job done, and you have came too damn far and worked too damn hard too give up. Not just that, but the Mafia will think that the Agnecy is just a measly obstacle in their way. Sure, maybe they’ll start by wanting you, but who’s next?” she asks. “If they can take a weretiger from us what’s gonna stop them from trying to take a boy with an illusion ability, or a boy with super strength?”

“B-but what if they attack the agency?”

“The Port Mafia has been rivals againt the agency long either of us arrived here. If they really had the ability to take us out, wouldn’t they have by now?”

Atsushi shrugs. “Yeah, that does make sense.”

“I meant when I said everything is gonna be fine, kiddo.” she says playfully,  messing up his hair. “Aktugawa is just a coward who wants to save his own skin. Don’t listen to him, okay? Besides, I told you I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you, and i think I did a pretty good job at that, no?” she jokes. “I’mma go get some water, you go and get some more sleep, alright?”she tells him, pulling back the curtain, before pausing. “Oh yeah, and Atsushi, can we keep the bit about my past between us? I don’t like sharing that bit about me, for obvious reasons.”

He nods, before calling out to her before he can stop himself.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Y’know, in the alley when you told me those things?”

She nods. “Yeah, what about it?”

“I- thought you were a angel or something,” he shares, blushing slightly. “I mean, you kinda are, they way you saved me and all!”

Yoru gives a sweet, almost sad smile that Atsushi couuldn’t quite place.

“Get some rest, Atsushi.

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Did I change Junichiro and Naomi’s relationship entirely? Yes, yes I did. Do I regret it in any way? No, no I do not. 

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[pompompurin1028]

Coffee

Summary: Working and spending time together with Kunikida in your home during the winter when you’re not feeling very motivated

Pairing: Kunikida x reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: None

A/N: Can also be seen as a companion fic to my Dazai comfort fic Hope. It's snowing outside today and just suddenly thought about and felt like writing Kunikida.  Experimenting a bit more with setting in this fic🤔. And I had @requiem626k​ in mind when I thought about this idea at first so it’s dedicated to her <3. I’m sorry if it turned out a little bit more angsty than intended... 

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There is an inexplainable sensation of serenity that embraces you as you watched the snow fall outside the window.  

Small bundles of white scatter from the skies, like rain, fluttering in all directions with the wind in a dance of its own. Blanketing everything in the vicinity with layers of white -- the ground, the trees, the buildings, it is like a quietness had enveloped over everything in sight, creating a silent, picturesque panorama. Dwelling in this sight, even though the more rational part of you knew it was impossible, as you watched the sight outside the window, it felt as if you could take a handful of it into the palms of your hands just if you had taken the step outside. But the thought that if you had spoken your thoughts out loud to your beloved, he would gently remind you that it is not feasible with a soft voice, you couldn’t help the smile from creeping up to your face. 

Breathing out a soft sigh, as you laid your head back against the couch taking your eyes away from the window, you closed your eyes shut for a moment to block out everything, attempting not to think about the amounts of work that you had planned to finish looming before you. Though working diligently and with the aid of Kunikida’s detailed schedules to ground and organize you did wonders in putting your heart at ease when you found yourself, at first, lost in the winds of uncertainty and jumbled up thoughts. But as it continued to drone on, part of you couldn’t help but feel an inevitable drain pulling at your energy and motivation, and though you did your best to not let it overtake you, with time, it only felt like a downward spiral, like a dread that all the hard work you did will go down the drain in a single moment of delving in such feelings. At times, you wondered how Kunikida managed to keep up with his schedules all the time, and the thought of it only made you admire him even more.

But knowing stressing out about it wouldn’t do much to help, taking in another breath, you instead willed yourself to stop the train of thoughts that found itself into your head. As the melody you had put on the speakers a few hours earlier entered your ears, a smile replaced the troubled expression on your face when the music calmed your nerves slightly. This together with the soft, steady crackling from the fireplace brought your focus back to your reality and your surroundings.

With your thoughts halted for a bit, you found yourself once again relaxing for a little, until you recognized the familiar clacking of a spoon against a glass mug moving closer towards you. When the rich aroma of coffee filled your senses, you couldn’t help yourself but perk up from your position knowing that Kunikida is back from the kitchen with the cups of hot drinks he made on the regular during early afternoon when the two of you stayed at home. Chuckling slightly at your drastically enthusiastic movements, you watched with a smile as he placed down the two mugs before you on the coffee table. 

If there was one thing you could be certain about in the very moment, despite how everything else seemed rather fluctuating, was that Kunikida always made the best coffee. Even if it felt as if he were too busied and focused with the work he had at hand, you knew he continued to noticed the needs and words of others. And being his lover, you were often surprised by how he remembers even some of the most mundane elements of your routine, and that includes how you like you coffee.

When he sat down beside you, comfortable silence between the two of you filled the room once again, filled only by the sounds of spoons stirring against the mugs, as the two of you sipped at the warm liquid. 

“How does it taste?” he questioned carefully, his green eyes almost glinting as he attempted to study your reaction when you sat your mug back down on the table with a satisfied sigh.

“Perfect as always, Kunikida.” You smiled at the blond man beside you before he seemingly relaxed slightly after your words. “One of these days, you got to teach me how you do it. Somehow it tastes much better than when I do it.” 

“Maybe one day,” he mused before he picked up his pen to write down something in his notebook. “When I have perfected the formula.” Shutting his notebook firmly, he settled it down on the table once again and took another sip from his mug with a serene look on his face, but if you looked closer you could scarcely see a flush of pink going across his cheek. 

Admiring this expression upon his face, you couldn’t help but soften at it, and hoping desperately for you mind to commit the scene before you to memory. Though with you alone around, it wasn’t too rare of a sight, but having spent and lingered for long enough at the agency, you knew that, more often than not, he was not able to maintain such a cool at work. But that thought alone only warmed your heart even more knowing that it was a rare sight that you were able to view.

“Still experimenting to find the best coffee beans, I see?” You inquired, laying back a bit into the comforts of the sofa once again, you tilted your head you survey his reactions.

Watching him attempting to study the mug of liquid rather intently for a moment before he finally placed it down and answered. “Something like that, yes.”

Chuckling at his reaction, you once again took the mug into your hands and cradled it gently. “Still, every cup that has been made from your hands have really been nothing less than one of the best I’ve had. I’m certain that you’ll figure it out in no time.”

Another smile crossed his lips at your words. Adjusting his glasses, his gaze turned towards the laptop sitting on the table once again before asking. “You ready to continue?” Then as if he caught the tired look in your eyes, he swiftly changed his question, and his tone softened. “Do you think you’re able to continue for a while more?”

When met with silence from your side, his worries only grew. Gingerly holding his hand out towards you then grasping it into his own, with the warmth of his hands surrounding your own, a wave of comfort fell over you. Glancing at your overlapping hands, before raising your gaze to meet his, you were met with a look of concern on his face which he attempted to mask with one of calm. You knew though Kunikida would have wanted desperately, especially when you are in such a state, to maintain his composure since him panicking would do no good, nor is it efficient in calming you down, but at the same time the state of your well-being has him deeply worried. 

“I wouldn’t want to mess up your schedule, nor the schedule that you so meticulously helped me plan out,” you finally spoke, your voice escaping you like a breath, barely audible. With that you let your head fall slightly as he held closer onto you as if he were trying to support you.

“And yet there are times, even when we have faithfully set all the guidelines for ourselves to follow, that we fail to meet them. When life and reality drives us up a corner no matter how hard we tried and how diligently we worked...” Kunikida spoke grimly, like he was reminiscing his own experiences from the past, like each word stung an open wound of his. In turn, squeezing his hand tightly in yours, you tried to ground him back to the present in return for how he usually does for you, and to remind him that he is no longer alone with his sentiments.

“But we keep going?” you asked with a softened voice awaiting his response. Having been his lover and have gotten to understand him, you knew that he was much more sensitive and vulnerable than he makes himself out to be. Wielding his ideals and schedules like a suit of armour to battle the harsh strikes from reality, but it can only last for so long before one finds themselves hurt in the battlefield. And that only adds to one of the reasons for your affections for him.

Nodding his head in agreement, he sighed almost silently. Finding his hand holding yours tighter than before, you once again squeezed his in return in the hopes that he can sense your silent support. “Sometimes we ought to change our plans in accordance with reality, because in the end,” he took a deep breath before he continued. “They are tools which we use to seek and chase a better version of ourselves day after day... Right?”

Humming in agreement, you gazed up at him once again, then found yourself finally settling closer to him, then gently bringing him into an embrace, both as a comfort for yourself and for him. “And how can we chase a better self in the future if we fail to take care of our current selves?”

“So, it’s perfectly alright to take the time to care for yourself, to rest up and rejuvinate your energy and motivations,” Kunikida mumbled into your embrace. “There’s nothing to be ashamed or guilty about.” he continued, his soothing voice made each words feel like it were coated with honey, sweet and comforting. “It is like making a good cup of coffee, you have to experiment, test with failure and different ingredients. At times there are unexpected bumps in the way, but you can always try again. Perhaps there is a long way until it can be perfected, but all we can do is sit down and take the time to review our formulas, take a break and rest your mind, before we can get up to try once again.”

“Kunikida.... thank you... for all of this.”

“Of course, Y/N, it’s the least I could do.”

Though there was still a long way to go before you could be done, both he and you knew this, yet for this moment wrapped in the warm embrace, you felt that you could not bring yourself to care. Even if the snowfall outside the windows chilled, or that the sunlight was slowly dimming outside. With the scent of coffee still lingering in the room, and his presence by your side, everything seemed just a little better.

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[nex-ture]

Hello!! Can I request chuuya or dazai x GN! Reader who’s helpless romantic and just always give them praise no matter what they are doing? ALSO SORRY IF REQUESTS ARENT OPEN but make sure you drink water and take plenty care of yourself!^^

Chuuya Nakahara x Gender Neutral Reader

Me after saying I'm gonna post more and the dipping for another month

This requests old..anyways! Also this does include them both, scroll down for Dazai.

From the start of your relationship, Chuuya always enjoyed your company and the things you'd say. He would always get a little jealous if you were friendly with others, but he knew it was just in your nature.

Though you were far nicer to him. Constantly praising him or making flirty remarks whenever he is around. They'd always leave him a hot red mess.

From before your relationship started, he would always yell at you whenever you made small comments, "You look so hot today Chuuya". It pissed him off how easily your words made him melt.

He's a feared and respected port mafia boss, and yet you break him down like he's nothing. He feels a sense of comfort when he's around you.

He doesn't need to keep up some scary front when you're around. He can relax and drown in your voice as you talk to him. Your compliments and comments mean a lot more to him than he lets on.

He can't imagine living in a world without your constant praise over his existence. You're the family he wasn't allowed to have, and you make sure he knows it.

Dazai Osamu x Gender Neutral Reader

Dazai would love the way you flirted with him all the time. He would flirt back, to an extent..

You would be his main excuse for missing work, "I was with Y/n!", "Y/n wanted to hang out today." Kunkida is tired of both of you.

When he falls into a more stern or serious mood, he'll take your compliments to heart. Knowing you truly mean the words you're saying holds a lot of weight to him.

He's aware that he's not the best person. The idea of someone truly loving who he is is beyond him.

This doesn't cancel out his obnoxious-ness. He will make everyone around you twos lives a living hell. If you compliment him, he has to compliment you in the dumbest ways possible.

"Oh my love, please jump off the agency with me." All you have to do is say. "You look beautiful today, Osamu." and he will ask you to kill yourself with him.

Not to mention his clingy-ness. If you tell him he smells good, he'll cling to you all day. He just wants to make sure you get to smell the beauty that is him all day.

If you ever gift him something like a rose, he'll take it as a sign that you want to jump into a pit of spikes or thorns with him.

He makes your life all the more interesting.

[elf-osamu]

Dazai, chuuya, kunkida x male reader going to movie theater ❤️❤️

a/n : i apologise for the wait, i wasn't really in the mood to write lately :")

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“MOVIE THEATER NIGHT”

[ masterlist ] [ reblogs are v v v appreciated !! ]

fluff, can be interpreted both as romantic and platonic, osamu dazai, chuuya nakahara, doppo kunikida (separately) x male!reader (no specific prns used)

warning(s) : slight food mention in kunikida's and osamu's one, slight cursing in chuuya's.

words count : 366 words

DOPPO KUNIKIDA :

[ ☆ ] he has calculated beforehand everything you two need to know: tickets and snacks' prices, how long it will take you to get to the movie room, where your seats are located, how long the film will last (advertising included) and what triggering topics are discussed in it.

[ ☆ ] with him, there's no need to worry about unexpected events.

[ ☆ ] he's the one who is silent most of the time, almost entirely focusing on the screen.

[ ☆ ] however, doppo is also quite aware of what is going on around him because of his job.

[ ☆ ] if you don't mind it, he'd gladly hold your hand, gently caressing it with his thumb.

OSAMU DAZAI :

[ ☆ ] he's the one who understands how the movie will develop after watching the first five minutes of it.

[ ☆ ] yeah, quite irritating/lh.

[ ☆ ] though it doesn't mean that osamu won't appreciate and enjoy it.

[ ☆ ] in fact, it's quite the opposite. if we're talking about a good film, of course.

[ ☆ ] if you don't mind spoilers, he'd whisper to you what will happen, going into detail. he's almost always correct.

[ ☆ ] not gonna lie, there's a high probability that his gaze isn't concentrated on the screen but on you, softly smiling at the sight of your interest in the movie.

[ ☆ ] he steals your snacks when you're not looking, you can't do anything to stop him. if you do the same to him, he won't complain.

CHUUYA NAKAHARA :

[ ☆ ] chuuya is a man who possesses extreme vitality: every feeling, whom he experiences, is rather strong.

[ ☆ ] so his reactions regarding the film are genuine, and he's often taken by surprise.

[ ☆ ] 100% the one who comments every single thing, trying to keep his tone low.

[ ☆ ] “wait. what the f*ck was that?”, “no f*cking way”, “why the hell are they... nevermind”, “if they were real, i'd have punched them already”.

[ ☆ ] if you both liked the movie, he'd take a few posters and maybe also plan to buy merch inspired by it. he is the way he is.

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[ do not copy, translate, repost, etc. | by @ elf-osamu ]

[blueflameart]

Hey,since your request are open. Can I ask a semi introvert reader and dazai who are in a relationship got caught kissing passionately in the ada, got interrupted by atsushi or tanizaki :)

Dude ofc- I did atsushi and kunikida instead hope that’s ok ^^’

Dazai x gn! Introverted reader

No specific gender or such you are you :)

Idk if this is suggestive or not? So maybe a little suggestive warning?

(H/c) hair color (e/c) eye color

Kunikida version

Dazai pulled you into a small storage closet in the ADA. (basic ik but ya 💀) He closed the door behind him sealing his lips passionately to yours. He had a gentle grip on your chin with his pointer and thumb to direct your head to match his rhythm.

You could hear the sound of him struggle to lock the door, his hand shuffling to find the little knob. You chuckled in the kiss when he gave his huff of failure into the kiss. Only breaking apart to look at each other with hot breaths fanning each others faces. The brunette tangled his bandaged hand in your (h/c) hair giving the locks a little tug. Dazai occupied his other hand to guiding yours to his shoulder so he grab ahold of your waist.

Everything was so hot and romantic, Dazai’s kisses always felt like the two of you were the only human beings in this world. But unfortunately for the two lovers hidden away in the closet that wasn’t the case in the ADA. Kunikida has barged in the closet, immediately the two of y’all pulled away with red faces, well your red face. Dazai already had you pulled behind his slim figure as if to hide you from the other embarrassed figures.

Kunikida and Atsushi apparently needed more paper for the office and went to split the lift of it with the two of them. How embarrassing to be caught kissing with your boyfriend’s apprentice and a coworker. Dazai was basically shaking under kunikida while he shouted and scolded him for even thinking of doing such acts in public. You peeked over dazais shoulder to see atsushi had tuned completely away from the closet and unfortunately made eye contact with kunikida. “WHY WOULD YOU BRING Y/N INTO THIS?? WHAT COULD POSSIBLY LEAD YOU TO MAKE THEM DO THIS?!?”

Oh yes you were the quiet person in the ADA much like Fukuzawa, softly spoken to strangers and timid to others. You weren’t shy per say just cautious with people and mostly kept to yourself. Maybe that’s why it’s so hard for kunikida to believe you would ever do such things.

Kunikida had Dazai in the neck swinging him back and forth, you took this as a chance to slip out and sneak away from the punishment that follows from kunikida. You took a quick glance at the scene behind you to see Dazai giving a playful smile, Atsushi trying to calm down a ferrous kunikida. A small giggle went passed your lips from the scene before you took a quick dash to the corner.

You’ll have to apologize to your poor boyfriend later and have him explain to kunkida.

This is what I was like referring to when kunikida had Dazai by the neck. I hope you enjoy this!!

Request close Saturday so request what you can!!

[chuuyasbihusband]

kunikida x reader anything pls whimpers

It was a long day as you finally got finished with work

As you walk in you immediately go to shower and once you were done you went over to you and kunikidas shared closet as you noticed kunkidas clothes there

He wasn’t home yet and you missed him a lot so you took one of his shirts and put it on as you went to your shared bed and slept

Once he got home he went to your guys shared bedroom noticing you in his shirt

“It seems their asleep in my shirt” he said as he sighs, “this wasn’t apart of my schedule” he said looking at his schedule

After he looked at it he looked back at you with soft eyes as he rushed to get his routine done to go and sleep with you

Once he was done he went under the covers and cuddled you as he started to sleep too

A/n: hope you enjoy and sorry it was short I didn’t know what else to write🫶