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the silly freaks

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atlasnessie · 17 hours

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wings of the devil … chap 3 … mayb mid next month or not … imagine me shriveled up and dehydrated and crawling on the ground

#talking with atlas !#might make it a monthly update lawl

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hii i saw ur requests were open and i decided to make one :3, how the bsd men would act when they are lovesick? Like not yandere and those twisted things, but they just feel like a teenager boy in highschool with their first love, nothing else than pure fluff =w=" i honestly dont care which characters you add, but id really like to see fyodor in there ;P.

Bonus points if the reader is just so gentle, kind and pure with everyone ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა!! You can ignore this request, take your time. I hope you have a good day and thanks for reading me :DD

GOD, IM SO LOVESICK. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME ?

osamu and chuuya slowly realizing that they’re in love with you.

an: FINALLY FINISHED THIS OMG anon im so sorry it took so long also i’m … still unsure of how to write fyodor ughh ikk embarrassing !! hope this is okay nonnie :((

OSAMU DAZAI never had the chance of falling in love. everything ended one sided, a side that would benefit him and him only. he’s lived long enough to know that he was not worthy of such a delicate feeling; everything he has and wishes to have will all disintegrate as soon as he has it. dazai was not willing to risk it. not now, not ever.

at least, that’s what he wants to believe.

dazai can’t shake off this feeling when being around with you. he stands by the roadside of the sidewalk when walking with you, voluntarily giving his coat when the weather gets chilly, and surprisingly have enough money to buy you some good coffee (and not put it on a tab). he doesn’t know why he’s doing this, it’s not like he’s into you, but his thoughts wander off to wanting to feel your hands on his, to know how his first name would sound from your lips instead of his surname. and once he realizes he’s in love, he’s gone.

lovesick isn’t something dazai had ever felt. romance and osamu dazai should never be in the same sentence, they don’t belong together.

“you’ve been avoiding my texts, my calls, and now ignoring my knocks on your door ?” you stand in front of the paint chipping door, a bento in one hand and a finger pointing at his chest with the other. dazai looked terrible, his eye bags more apparent and the stench of alcohol from inside could make a lightweight drunk at the smell.

“ah, whatever do you mean —”

“you know what i mean, dazai. i’ve gotten calls from kunikida telling me that you haven’t shown up to work for a week ! he can’t even enter your apartment and he calls you every morning to check that you’re okay.”

you pushed your way inside his apartment before he could speak. this wasn’t the first time you’ve been in here, and was definitely not your second. or third. or fourth, or fifth, or however amount of times you’ve been here. dazai can’t remember.

placing the bento down on the cheap wooden table, the color of the lunch box was the only bright thing in the whole house. dazai quickly closed the door, almost tripping on your shoes before speed walking behind you. if he’d known you’d come in, in which he probably did, he would’ve cleaned and tided up a little beforehand. your eyes darted around the room before unboxing the bento.

“sit down. i made you something to eat.” your voice was quiet, but a little higher than a whisper. the aroma of fresh, real food made dazai’s mouth water.

“at your command, then.” dazai responded back, pulling a creaky chair and sitting, his eyes shining dull as he heard the sound of wooden chopsticks break.

“here, you eat. i’ll clean.”

“awh, i was hoping you’d feed me.” chocolate brown eyes met with yours, faking tears to brim out of his eyes as he lazily held the chopsticks, holding it as if he had never seen them before. an excuse. this was an excuse. not for you to feed him, though, he’d most certainly love that, but for you to not clean up the mess he had made. the cluster of sake bottles and canned crab made his apartment look less pleasing to look at.

“eat. i’ll clean.” your voice was persistent as you pushed the bento closer to him. grumbling, dazai pick up an egg roll and inspected it. how stupid, he thought. a toothpick shaped as a cat stood idle in the middle of the roll, its dark void eyes staring at his. it looks a lot like you, naive and ever so …

shit. thoughts like this shouldn’t be running in his head. you’re just a co-worker, afterall. right ? though … dazai has to admit; the food that’s on the bento tastes better than anything ever, and the soft hum of your voice lulls his worries away.

to be loved is to be known, he thinks.

CHUUYA NAKAHARA has no time for feelings outside of the port mafia, but you’re an exception. the sun sets slowly on the horizon of yokohama, and the wind is just right for a nice breeze. the picnic cloth is laid on the ground as chuuya swirls his glass of wine, watching as you talk about your day. you weren’t anything special, hell, it was total coincidence that you two even met.

a civilian and an executive of the port mafia. what a story to tell. but you weren’t aware of chuuyas profession, no, why would he break the trust that built up and took so long to gain ? he wouldn’t dare, he couldn’t.

“and then, while i was walking home today, i bumped into some guy and he was all like, ‘double suicide’ this and ‘double suicide’ that. scared the hell out of me ..!” you laugh and take a sip of your own wine and out of the corner of your eyes, you can see chuuyas shoulders tense up.

“he didn’t … he didn’t have some weirdass bandages all over … did he ?” chuuya grumbled as he pressed the wine glass to his lips, hiding his irritation.

“oh, he did. it was really weird.”

fuck ..!! chuuya though, grinding his teeth together just at the thought of that disgusting man. his thoughts of killing dazai were interrupted as you point at the sky.

“look, isn’t it pretty ?” you sigh, placing your hands behind you and leaning back. the sky was painted a radiant orange, complemented by pink and yellow. chuuya blinks and stares into the horizon, the corner of his eyes shifting back to you subtly. his chest tightens and—

oh, how he’s smitten. maybe it’s the wine, maybe it’s the gentle rays of the sun, but his face feels hot and he leans closer to you, bringing up a hand and tucking in longer strands of hair behind your ear. you turn your head as chuuya stops midway, your hair falling out of his fingers. leaning back, chuuya coughs and plays it off, pouring himself another drink.

“sorry. looked like it was bothering you.” he mumbled, biting the rim of his glass before taking a sip, his gaze avoiding yours.

it’s the little things, but to him, he wants to do more than subtle hints of love. this is a start, at least.

#bungo stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #bungo stray dogs dazai #bungo stray dogs chuuya #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya x you #dazai x you #atlas writes !

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atlasnessie · 2 days

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i wanna see it and point and cry

GUYS there was a LED billboard rented out in Times Square for Chuuya's birthday (thank you to @/linhtrieu193 on twt for letting me know) 😭

this reminds of last year when Chuuya had a whole video billboard event in China too (you can see the video here) HE'S SO LOVED I LOVE THIS FOR HIM 😭😭😭

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atlasnessie · 2 days

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DADDIES BABY !!

( osamu & chuuya recognizes someone familiar in their babygirls drawing … it couldn’t be … )

for once in his damned life, dazai wasn’t surrounded by sake and canned crabs. instead, the small space of living room wooden floors were covered in dolls and princess coloring books a certain slug had bought for akane. osamu, who was laying sideways on the foam mat that you had bought for your daughter, watched carefully as akane scribbled all over the coloring book, gripping the blue crayon with a blank face.

“what’cha drawing, baby ?” osamu asked with a gentle smile on his face, rolling his body closer to his baby and lifting his head to look at the coloring book.

“ba ..” the baby looks up with her wide eyes, slapping the paper with the palms of her chubby hands, blinking as dazai leans closer, his feet kicking in the air as if some lovesick school girl.

“awe !! is that me ? and is that mommy ? you’re adorable, akane !” unable to contain himself, dazai grabs for his baby and brings her close to his chest as he laughs to himself, the baby doing the same.

“ah, who’s that then, sweetheart ? you wanna sibling ? aw, we’ll see what we can— wait ..”

dazai lays on his back with his baby on his chest, who was sucking on her thumb. bringing the paper closer to his face with his hands, osamus eyes twitch, a disgusted look on his face as he sees a boxy figure with scribbled orange hair.

“is- is that supposed to be the slug ?!”

chuuya nakahara is a busy man, and working from home now and then doesn’t lift the workload off his pretty shoulders. though, despite this, he can’t bring himself to hate it. staying closer with you and baby chiyo relaxed his tense shoulders. he also couldn’t complain about waking up later than usual.

but today, chuuya is busy cooped up in his large work office, all three of his large computers on and paperwork scattered all over. quiet jazz plays from a record player you had bought him on your second wedding anniversary together. chuuya can’t help but turn his back and look at the record player for a moment, then at chiyo, who was resting on a large playmat with a color book and crayons in the middle of the room. it was a good time to take a break, chuuya thinks.

“heya chiyo, you drawin’ ?” getting up and out of his seat, chuuya makes his way to the mat, crouching down in a squat and looking at the scribbled paper, various different colors used to draw a house, a few trees, and people. chiyo lifts her head up and pushes the paper towards her father, in which chuuya takes with a smile and a thank you.

“oya ? arent’cha an artist !! that ‘posed to be ma ‘n i ?”

chiyo nods, her wide eyes gleaming as she watches her father look at the drawing. chuuyas soft smile twitches as he sees something unfamiliar in the drawing. pointing at a small stick figure with his finger, chuuya tilts the paper to chiyos view.

“baby, who’s this ..? a friend ?”

the baby shakes her head which only makes chuuya’s brow raise in suspicion. looking at the messy drawing closer, his brows furrow and his eyes twitch.

brown coat, brown hair, freakishly tall …

“is this … the fuck ?! is this fuckin’ dazai ?!”

chiyo giggles innocently as she hears her fathers voice raise in shock, not undertand a thing her father is saying and thinking of it as praise.

“fuck ..!!” the baby coos back, giggling and clapping her chubby hands together.

“a- ah !! shit, no, don’t say that, baby. ‘yer ma is gonna kill me.”

“shit ..?”

“no !!”

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #dazai x you #chuuya x you #atlas shares !

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atlasnessie · 2 days

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as soon as chuuya pressed his key in the keyhole of the penthouse door, he knew something was off. his hairs raised on end and there was an odd shuffling noise by the door. he found it odd, wanting to brush it off before remembering; you were home, alone.

what ifs ran through his head before he quickly twisted the key and, with a rather rough push, he opened the door —

only to have cake punched right in his face.

“haha !! i got you !!” you point and laugh, letting the plastic plate drop to the ground with a clack. having to crouch down as your laughter ached your core, pearly tears peaked from the corner of your eyes.

“you, you should’ve ..!!” you struggle to speak as words get cut off by giggles and laughter. chuuya stood still, silent and unmoving before realizing what had just happened.

“awe, don’t be mad at me, pretty baby,” your chuckle out as the laughter died down. you push yourself up and rest your hands on the gingers shoulders, feeling the tense muscles relax with a sigh.

“this what you’ve been up to the whole time ?” chuuya finally speaks, slipping off his gloves and tossing them aside. he wipes his eyes to get a better look at you. despite the only light being the chandelier hanging from above, chuuya had to admit, you were glowing at that moment. cheeks red and puffy with a smile, he wanted to lock himself in this moment forever.

“yeah, it was. were you surprised ?” you giggle and press your lips on his cake covered cheeks, giving open mouth kisses as you have a taste of the sweet.

“thought you were in trouble.” placing his hands by your hips, you flick your finger on his chin, cream on your fingertips and letting chuuya take a taste. the ginger hums at the flavor. strawberry rum. sweet and intoxicating.

”not when you’re around,” you place another open mouth kiss on the executives jawline, humming out a laugh on his skin as he pushes your hair back, trying to pry you off.

“‘yer like a leech.”

“your pretty leech.”

“i’ll take that consideration. now, where’s the cake. i want an actual slice.”

#bungo stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd chuuya #bungo stray dogs chuuya #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #atlas writes !

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atlasnessie · 2 days

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peopel should js say reblog to be tagged in fic series atp like

#the reach for series imo is either really good or really ass #idk #stipid take ik don’t attack me #talking with atlas !

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atlasnessie · 2 days

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yk when ur pooping and ur butt hole js hurts

#sorry tmi guys #talking with atlas !#please know me as the desperately needing to poop moot

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atlasnessie · 2 days

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what the sigma is so funny like erm 😐 what the sigma LMFAO WHO THOUGHT OF THIS

#talking with atlas !#i can’t stop saying it anymore god the skidbidi toilet brainrot is coming to ME now

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atlasnessie · 2 days

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erm what the sigma

dazai believe that if he dies now, it would be better than any suicide ever. you sit ontop of him, face close to his as one hand pushes back his bangs and the other is softly resting on his cheeks, the feeling of the soft makeup brush tickling his eyes. your body weight is comfortable on his core, between his chest and stomach. your legs on either side of him and his hands are resting on your hips, keeping you steady as you huff, leaning back slightly and giving out a small pout.

“quit staring.”

“awe, embarrassed ? there’s no where else i can look other then your pretty little eyes.” his fingers drum on your hipbone, chuckling as you sigh and continue on with the makeup. you lick your thumb gently and press it against his cheeks, grumbling about smudged foundation and how your shade isn’t quite like his pale complexion. osamu can’t help but lean at the touch slightly, giving out a lovesick smile as you put the makeup brush down on the side.

“ehh, it’s not my best work. you’re a lot paler than i am.” you laugh and dig for a small mirror, handing it to your boyfriend as he shimmies up, propping an elbow down on the beds mattress and the other arm holding up the mirror by his face.

“i look so good ! look at me, is this what you wanted your boyfriend to look like, hm ? am i finally your dream man ?” dazai places the mirror aside and brings his hand to your cheeks, pinching them and guiding your lips to his as his hand crawls to the back of your head.

“you always were,” you hum onto his lips, smearing the lipgloss and tint onto yours, “you always will be.”

#this took me literally 30 mins mayb less and it gets more attention than other fics i write i’m laughing #i’m not upset js like #okay mayb a little upset #bc this is like #one of the works i don’t put much effort or thought into and don’t really care for #and it gets more notes than the ones i work really hard on and idk it’s a little disheartening ig ?? idk if it makes sense #i could’ve done so much better and then BOOMBAHYAH !! almost 500 notes like what the sigma #idk i’m being stupid it’s wtvr at least people like my shit writing LAWL !!#atlas shares !#talking with atlas !

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atlasnessie · 2 days

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TROUBLE W MY MAMA ASKING HOW I AM HOW CAN I TELL HER IM CRYING BOUT A MANNN ??

#talking with atlas !#laufey … love you so much ……

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atlasnessie · 2 days

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YOU FOLLOWED ME OUT AND SAID DARLING DONT LEAVE UR PASSIONATE MONOLOGUE WOKE UP THE STREET ILL MARRY U SOMEDAY UR PERFECT FOR ME !! I GOT IN MY CAR JS TO DROWN AT UR PLEE CUZ IM BOOOREDDDD !!!

#i miss you laufey sighh #I HEARD THIS IN PERSON IRL 2 HOURS BEFORE THE ACTUAL SONG DROPPED THATS MY FLEX #ik people heard it b4 me in previous tours but that matters a lot to me guys please #talking with atlas !

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atlasnessie · 4 days

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i hope this doesnt come off as rude but are you a girl?

i love skirts and pink like a girl and i love monster trucks and dirt and acting immature like a boy

#ur not rude anon LAWLL !!#if ur referring to the pic of me and the laufey truck then whoops 😭#i prefer not to be called any specific gender ☺️#talking with atlas !#i go by they them btw guys ! sometimes i have preferences of how i look but i don’t feel like i have a specific one i feel most like yk ?

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