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sanest-bsd-delegate · 22 days

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──SOULMATE [Part-1]

⪩oneshot: Soulmates are meant to be with each other, even if death do them apart.

⪩pairing: Dazai x reader

⪩a/n: soulmate au where the soulmate will feel other's pain in form of flowers blooming in the hurt area

Nothing seemed to make Dazai happy. Sure the fake mask of his personality he wore everyday could deceive others, he could fool everyone but himself, and maybe his soulmate too. Dazai viewed it like a curse. Soulmates shouldn't exist in the first place. He couldn't help but empathize and feel sad for his soulmate, for every suicidal tactic he survived, his soulmate will be somewhere, getting hurt or injured by the flowers and thorns that grew. And yet, with no sign of revenge, his soulmate never sent him a flower when he sent a bouquet of them. Human mind is weird. Should he be happy about it? He didn't knew.

You were tired. You were so tired of this life, this soulmate link that existed between you and your soulmate. Whatever his job was, how could he be so reckless. At first, you thought maybe he is still in his teen spirit dirtbag era, but it wasn't the case. For every flower that bloomed on your skin left the scars of the openings. It pained a lot at first, but you got used to it. You wanted to end this connection. It was tiring for you. As you would sob about how tough your life get, another flower would bloom open in your arms, like a lover sending his love a bouquet of flowers. You would smile a little, maybe you weren't alone in the sufferings of this world, maybe your soulmate is too, and maybe, just maybe you both could fill the emptiness in your heart with each other.

You were walking on the street returning from your job when suddenly a sharp throbbing pain arises in your forehead. Did you forget to take your medicine? Is it because of you using your phone? Are you getting heartburn? What ever the reason was, it pained so much, it felt like someone wants to burst your head open with all the forces they got. You drop on your knees, holding the pain, it hurts so much, and you didn't even know what was the cause of that. People surrounded you, calling for an ambulance, and shifting you to a hospital. The last thing you remembered were the shocking faces of people and the concerned medical team trying to talk to you. And then, you lost consciousness.

Dazai was devastated, how could chuuya shoot his head thrice? "CHUUYAAA HOW COULD YOUUUU" Dazai whined, forgetting that his soulmate existed somewhere. Maybe he was selfish, maybe people would call him a person who lacked feelings, but did it matter when the world's fate was in his hands? Chuuya did nothing but shake his head in disapproval, as both of them were on their way to walk out of the prision. Dazai whistled led all his way walking, annoying chuuya every second he got. "Can you stop being annoying?" "Come on shorthat, we have been doing this since the long time" Dazai replied, his arm around Chuuya's shoulder as they walk, "Cant believe i still have to bend my knees to get to your height".

A brief moment of silence passed when Dazai wined in pain….No it wasn't the usual physical pain he felt for the first time, it was something intense and deep, an emotion he had never felt before….it felt like his soul would ripe apart if he breathe any longer and then he felt numb.

"Are you going to just stand still? we have the world to save you know?" Chuuya remarked, rolling his eyes as he opens the door stepping outside for others to see that infact they were alive. Dazai does nothing but remained silent at his remark, before walking out the door. Suddenly he felt something on his forehead, it was a withered leaf, sticking on his forehead. Maybe it came with the wind, yeah maybe.

His soulmate had died and it was way to long gone before he could have realized.

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lovedazai · 1 year

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SAFETY NET

about after you watch dazai nearly die, you can’t be close enough to him.

ft. dazai + f!reader, emotional hurt/comfort, injuries & blood, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), references to dazai’s scars, reader is v teary eyed...mdni !!

p.s! ⊹˚. happy dazai day ⸝⸝˃ᴗ˂⸝⸝‬ !! in honor of the birthday boy i decided to make my nsfw debut

this is it, you think. dazai is really going to die this time.

you can't look away, even when you're certain he's going to be killed, right there in front of you. it's only your survival instincts and the mental image of the horrified look you know will be on his face that stop you from running out to him.

but of course, he survives; he always does. you don't remember when you got to his side; all you know is the enemy is down, and now you're clinging to him so hard, you can feel the imprint of your nails through his jacket.

"i must've died and gone to heaven after all," he jokes, voice sugary sweet. you shakily exhale through your mouth, forcing yourself to keep breathing. you’re so dizzy in your relief, you barely hear the soft call of your name.

you can feel his gaze on the top of your head before he hugs you back, hand resting between your shoulder blades while the other cradles the back of your head. he murmurs reassurances of it's okay, my love and i'm still here as your breathing regulates, timing the rise and fall of your chest to his own.

when you peek up at him, his smile is bittersweet and blurred through your dewy lashes. he catches a tear with his thumb, fingers settling on your jaw to keep your gaze on him. your eyes fall to the bright red mark on his cheek, certain to form into a nasty bruise. it's the same cheek you brushed rice from as you ate breakfast that morning. the lips you kissed when you woke up are split open, and the bangs you threaded your fingers through are congealed with his own blood.

"i thought you were going to die." saying it out loud finally makes you break, and you hide your face in his chest before your throat can close, arms sneaking beneath his jacket to wrap around him completely as your tears soak into his shirt.

"i didn't, though," he whispers into your hair, lips lingering on the crown of your head. with the way he's holding you up, you'd think you were the injured one. "i wouldn't let just anyone take me away from you so easily."

you orbit around him for the rest of the day.

your fingers are intertwined with his as his feet lazily kick against the exam bed while he gets his after mission checkup. your legs are splayed across his lap as he flips through his paperwork halfheartedly, much more interested in drawing hearts with his finger on the skin of your thighs. your arm is intertwined with his as you walk back to the dorms, stuck to his side, even when the sidewalks are empty, and the midafternoon sun makes your skin stick to his bandages. you only let go when the both of you are safely in his room, and he closes the door behind you.

you go through your after mission routine as if you were on auto-pilot. you grab your fluffiest towel, turning on the shower and making sure the water isn't too hot as he strips off his clothes. he leaves you with a kiss to your forehead before he disappears behind the bathroom door, and you're left alone with your thoughts.

you strip out of your work clothes, eye catching the dried stain of his blood on your shirt. you toss it aside as quickly as you saw it, grabbing a button down from his side of the closet. the sleeves hang off your hands, and you hold them up to your face, pressing your nose into the soft fabric.

you try to distract yourself by listening to the sound of water and watching the dust dance around through the beam of sunlight pooling in through his window as you fidget with the last button on his shirt. when he comes out, he's freshly bandaged, wearing the shirt he bought on your away mission to okinawa and the pajama pants you got him when you insisted he needed more comfy clothes. your dazai.

he sighs as he falls back against his futon lazily. he turns his face towards you, light catching in his pretty brown eyes. you thread your fingers through his hair; it's still a little damp, and the floral scent tells you he used your shampoo. his arms widen in an invitation for you to cuddle to his chest, lips pulling into a pout, as if he needed to try to convince you.

you're careful not to touch any of his injuries as you curl into his side. you nuzzle your face in his neck as his hand settles on your hip, your own resting against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. being held by dazai is usually your reprieve, but now, your chest tightens in anxiety; your shirt feels irritatingly thick, and even close enough to feel him breathe, you can't help but think it isn't enough.

your hand drifts from his chest to sneak under his shirt, resting against the edge of his ribcage. your thumb rubs across the raised skin of a stray scar as he shivers, fingers tightening on your waist. your hands cradle his sides where they can; there are rare spots on dazai’s skin that aren’t covered in bandages, and you linger on the warmth they offer, but it still isn’t close enough to quell the uneasiness curling around your ribs.

he whines when you sit up, but it slowly fades into a look of intrigue as you pull your shirt off. his hands fall to your lower back, grazing the elastic of your panties as you settle against his chest again, arching back into his hold. you rub your thumb across the cut on his lip, already scabbed over. gentle enough not to reopen the wound, you press your mouth to his, fingers skimming across the soft edge of his gauze as you cup his cheek. your other hand falls to the waistband of his pants, trying to undo the messily tied drawstring without detaching too far from him when he pulls away.

"do you really want to do this now?" you've never seen him so hesitant to take his pants off around you.

"yes," you pull against the fabric stubbornly. "i need to be closer. 'ts not enough."

you can feel his exhale through his nose as he presses his lips to your forehead, rubbing his hand up the curve of your spine.

"i put you through a lot today, didn't i?" you nod, eyes closing as his lips brush against your forehead again. he pulls your hand from his waistband, kissing along your knuckles as he sits up onto his forearms. "let me make it up to you, my darling."

even when you get off of him, he doesn't let you get too far. you slip off your pants and underwear as he undresses, left only in his second skin made of cotton before he lays you back down. his smile lacks his usual mischief, but there's still the glimmer in his eye that only shines when he's hovering above you like this.

his fingertips brush against your ear as he holds your face, working your lips open enough for this tongue to press inside. his nose nudges yours, and he pulls away just far enough for him to tilt your jaw. he kisses past the racing pulse point on your neck, nipping at the sensitive spot above your collarbones, until he finally reaches your heaving chest.

his hands graciously squeeze your breasts, thumbs circling around your nipples before he gently pinches them between his fingers and tugs. his hold lingers as his lips trail further down, until he reaches your stomach. you meet his eyes as his nose brushes your bellybutton, looking up at you as he blows a raspberry against your skin, beaming at the sound of your giggle.

"there's that pretty smile," he kisses the same spot before he scoots down, kneeled between you.

you widen your legs for him, reaching your hand down to run your nails against his scalp. he cups your thighs to open you further, lightly nipping at the soft, sensitive part of your skin. you shiver when his warm breath reaches your bare cunt, his tongue poking out to kitten lick against your clit. you can feel his smile against your skin when you whine, pulling him closer by his hair as he draws slow circles with his tongue. you start to squirm the faster he gets, and he presses a hand to your stomach to keep you still, the other teasing your entrance. he slips a finger inside you as his lips curl around your folds, easing another one in and curling it just right for your muscles go taut. your hand fists his hair, and he lets out a pretty whine when you tug a little too hard, a whimper of your own leaving your throat when it vibrates against you.

“wait,” it comes out as more of a sigh than a spoken word. he presses a kiss to your clit before he pulls back, your wetness smeared across his lips. goosebumps rise across your stomach as the warmth of his hand leaves you to stroke his swollen cock, and you watch little beads of pre leak out of his tip. “osamu,” your eyes water; you feel so cold without him touching you. “need you inside. now, please.”

he smiles, leaning down to brush your bangs out of your eyes before you grab his hand away, pressing a kiss to his palm. “i can never deny my pretty girl, especially when she's asking so nicely.”

you huff when his lips just barely brush against yours, leaning up to follow and meet in the middle as he caresses the outer skin of your thighs, pressing you down into his futon. his breath stalls as he pushes inside you, stretching you out in your favorite way; it's exactly what you needed, and you feel yourself sag backwards in relief. your lips are parted in a satisfied sigh, eyes heavy and lidded when you look up at him.

“beautiful,” he grabs your hand to kiss the side of your wrist, threading his fingers with your own and pressing them against the fabric of his quilt. he leans down until he’s so close, your chests graze one another, and you whine as his bandages rub against your sensitive nipples. “my beautiful girl, i can't believe you're all mine.”

you barely get out a yes, body melting when he starts to thrust. you squeeze his hand, the other gripping his bandaged arm as you try to match his pace.

even in his softness, he makes sure your body falls pliant beneath his own. he lifts your waist to go the slightest bit deeper, and it’s enough to graze that spot inside you that makes your toes curl and heart stop. he grins when you tense, crying out as your eyelids flutter. he hits it with the kind of precision only he can manage, groaning as you tighten around him.

“keep going,” you slot your lips against his sloppily, matching his thrusts as best you can with his body pressed down on you. “fuck, please, please keep going.”

you feel like you’re completely surrounded by him, and you try not to cry now of all times. you cross your ankles over his torso, tugging on his hair until he's as close as possible. you bury your sniffles in his neck, watery moans falling from your lips; he only thrusts harder when your nails dig into his bandages from where your arms wrap around his shoulders. you’re so close, and you cling to him, body tightening around him in every way possible. if you cling hard enough, maybe he’ll never leave again, always safe in your arms.

“i have you,” his breathes against your skin. “you can let go, it’s okay.”

you jolt when he touches your clit with his fingertips, circling it once, twice, and then you’re done for.

"i know, bella," he shushes you, kissing away your tears as you cum. you can barely process his gentle words, legs spasming against him as you release. the sound of skin and the squelch of your cunt is muffled as you start to come down, hips stalling from where they were thrusting upward into his own as your body goes limp from pleasure.

dazai's movements are growing messy, moans pitchy and strained, and you know he’s close too. you tighten your sore legs around his waist as his movements start to stutter. he pulls himself up on his knees to get as deep inside as possible, your heels digging into his back only encouraging him. he nuzzles his face into your neck as he cums, his sweet noises tickling the skin of your throat. you’re warm from the inside out, body sweaty and full as you hold him close as you can.

after a few moments of silence, your ankles slide off his body, nails gently playing with the baby hairs along his nape. your muscles finally release their tension as he pulls out, looking down at the little dribble of cum that leaks from you. he lifts his gaze to your face; your eyes are half lidded and unfocused, cheeks flushed a pretty pink.

“hey,” your eyes lazily shift to his. his hair is even messier than usual, his cheeks rosy and lips swollen. he looks so pretty, even with the gauze on his face, and your lips quiver thinking that you could’ve never seen him like this again. he taps his thumb against your jaw to get you to focus. “i’m right here.”

he exhales through his nose softly, laying his head down on your chest, offering you his hand to fidget with, the other finding it's place back on your hip.

“you know i always fear you’ll be taken from me,” his grip tightens on you protectively. “but knowing you feel the same hurts nearly just as much. you shouldn’t have to live with that burden, my love,” you focus on his fingers, bending and unbending them between your own; you’re certain if you do anything else, you really won't be able to stop crying. “to have someone like you care for someone like me so deeply…i don’t deserve it.”

you put your finger under his chin, tilting it up so he meets your eyes.

“i could never live without you, osamu.” you press a kiss to his lips when they open to speak. “you don’t have to believe me. i’m not going anywhere as long as you’re not either,” you brush his bangs back enough to press a kiss to his forehead, wishing that it could be so easy to soothe his mind. “it’s time for you to trust me now, okay?”

“...okay,” he whispers. he presses a kiss to your neck, right against your calming pulse. “i didn’t mean to scare you today.”

you feel the pressure behind your eyes building again, and he lifts his head when he hears your breath catch in your throat.

“no more of that, okay?” you nod, using the rough skin of his scabbed lips to ground you as he kisses every inch of your face before settling on your mouth. he nibbles the edge of your lip, soothing the spot with his tongue.

“is it too early to go to sleep?”

“it’s never too early for that,” he grins, poking the tip of your nose with his finger. “today was exhausting, wasn’t it?”

"mhm," your eyes are already heavy when he lays his head back down on your chest. the weight comforts you, as your heartbeat slows, adjusting to beat in time with his own.

you’re only barely awake when you feel him press a lingering kiss to the center of your chest.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers. “you know i couldn't live without you either."

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spacexseven · 1 year

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As for Sigma I think he would be one of those souls that died and they cannot really do anything beside wander on Earth. He probably has amnesia about the life he had (maybe it is for the better). Fyodor and Nikolai Just Picked Him Up And Were Like What An Interesting Artifact. So now he is stuck with them. Perhaps he sometimes picks up stuff Nikolai knocked off to annoy you. (When it was Valentines he 'accidentally' smacked doors into Nikolai's face because he came with flowers. He forgot Nikolai can just float thru the doors and Gogol to this day pokes fun at him for being jealous while Sigma loudly proclaims he is not jealous. He quiets it down when he sees you. Perhaps he wants you to know he hwas jealous.)

i wish i was an Interesting Artifact

cw: yandere character, stalking, manipulation, deceit

sigma is the long awaited companion you need after having to deal with a house full of demons, and their irritating antics.

for one, he's actually helpful (and not just a burden), offering to clean up after the others when they decide to show up and mess around and is pretty good at keeping nikolai distracted, preventing him from wreaking havoc on your house. he's easier to have around in general, polite, considerate, and most importantly, gentle. he seems to have a better understanding of humans, never pinching and prodding like dazai or nikolai and always ready to help when you're sick or injured. he's good at it, too, surprisingly knowledgeable about any ailments you suffer from and eagerly nurses you back to health with your favorite soup prepared already.

what you don't see is that sigma isn't all that different from the others. he doesn't whine when you focus on your work or irritate you for your attention, instead opting to get his way through other means. you don't think sigma's to blame for the absolutely horrendous day you had, with strangers accidentally spilling drinks on you and tripping over thin air, your papers at work suddenly in a disarray and other misfortunes. in fact, sigma's the one whose arms you fall into the moment you step inside, exhausted and frustrated by all the happenings. he's the one who strokes your head and listens to your sobbing, the one who wipes away your tears and promises that things will get better. the one who convinces you, in such a vulnerable moment, to quit your job, promising to help you until you find a better job (in his eyes, that's one that gives you a smaller workload). you don't even consider the notion that he was behind the mishaps, completely forgetting the fact that he can become invisible when he wants to, and chooses to show himself to you.

you're thankful for the space he gives you, unlike the others who constantly keep an eye around you when they're in your home, but you don't realize that he never actually leaves, choosing to lurk in your home and linger in your room much after you think he's gone, concealing himself, and watching you go about your day. it's why you sometimes come out the shower to find something missing, or changed, though you never think much of it.

you easily fall into his side when the others gets too much finding comfort in his calm presence. sometimes, when you notice him sitting by himself when everyone else clamours around you, you dash over to his side, quickly slipping into conversation with him. nikolai watches with an unreadable expression, rolling his eyes at your obvious ignorance. he won't be the one to break the news to you, though, it'll be more fun to see you come to the realization yourself. but sigma has measures in place to make sure you'll never find out. after all, he had nothing else but you, and he'd make sure that he won't lose you.

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fairy-writes · 1 year

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Congratulation! I would like to make an request for your event!

Song 27 "Take on the World - You and me at 6" with BSD Dazai 💙

TAKE ON THE WORLD

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing(s): Dazai Osamu x Gender Neutral!Reader

Song: Take on the World by You Me at Six

Notes: I’m taking some liberties with Dazai’s backstory because I genuinely cannot remember if they talked about a lot of it

Tags: Dazai-typical mentions of suicide,

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Just say the word, we'll take on the world

Just say you're hurt, we'll face the worst

It was always you and Osamu against the world. Even after all these years, it felt as if the world was against you, and it was only you two protecting each other.

I can see, see the pain in your eyes

Oh, believe, believe me, and I have tried

No, I won't; I won't pretend to know what you've been through

You should know, I wish it was me, not you

You had met as children, you had been six, and Osamu was seven. You both lived at an orphanage, his parents having died in an accident a year prior and yours having been teenage parents who couldn’t handle a child at their age.

He had been a loner, even as a child.

He always sat in the corner under a tree whenever you played outside until, one day, you approached him. You slung your bug net over your shoulder and stood defiantly before him. He looked up from his small chapter book and scowled,

“What do you want? You’re blocking my light.” He said, and you stubbornly huffed,

“Come play with me!” You had said, and he shook his head,

“Go away.” He replied, and you tightened your grip on your bug net.

“Nope! Sensei said I should play with you. So I’m gonna whether you like it or not.”

You and Osamu ran away from the orphanage when you were twelve, and he was thirteen. Six years of fighting bullies when he wouldn’t because he just didn’t care about his well-being. But he fought them off for you if you were injured. He said it was because he didn’t like fighting, but you knew it was because he considered you a friend.

The rest was history.

And just say the word, we'll take on the world

Just say you're hurt, we'll face the worst

Nobody knows you the way that I know you

Look in my eyes. I will never desert you.

And just say the word, we'll take on the world.

He tried to commit suicide for the first time when he was fourteen. And you blamed yourself. You should have seen the signs. You should have stopped him.

A doctor named Mori Ogai had saved his life. And you had thanked him.

In hindsight, you should have killed him when you had the chance.

And it's the fight and the fight of our lives

You and I—we were made to thrive

And I am your future. I am your past

Never forget we were built to last

Step out of the shadows and into my life

Silence the voices that haunt you inside

You had joined Osamu in the Port Mafia because, of course, you did. It was always you and Osamu against the world. You and Osamu against the Mafia. But soon, that turned into you, Osamu, and Oda.

At first, you were jealous, was Osamu replacing you? Was he getting rid of you? When you had brought this up to him, he had laughed, ruffled your hair, and pecked your forehead.

“Of course not!” He had said, but you still saw that sad look in his eyes. The one that said he was alone and abandoned. The one that had been there—despite your best attempts—ever since his parents died.

And just say the word, we'll take on the world

Just say you're hurt, we'll face the worst

Nobody knows you the way that I know you

Look in my eyes; I will never desert you.

And just say the word, we'll take on the world, we'll take on the world.

As you got older, you followed Osamu out of the Port Mafia. After Oda died, he wasn’t the same. Instead, he put on a show, a facade that even you couldn’t crack.

You joined the Armed Detective Agency, though you were a secretary rather than a person assigned missions. Osamu had teased you, but you knew he was happy you were out of danger. He always hated it when you went on Mafia missions without him, but he was always paired with Nakahara Chuuya.

You thought you knew him. But as always, he kept secrets. He kept secrets of what he had done and seen in the Mafia. You knew Mori had done things to him, had changed him for the worst.

But he was always gentle with you.

And nobody knows you the way that I know you

We'll fight, we'll crawl into the night

Our world. We'll go with you by my side

The calm, the storm, we'll face it all

It was always you and Osamu against the world.

You protected him to the best of your ability.

And he protected you in return.

And just say the word, we'll take on the world

And nobody knows you the way that I know you

Look in my eyes. I will never desert you.

And just say the word, we'll take on the world, we'll take on the world.

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snowdrrops · 1 year

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UNSPOKEN AFFECTION

FEAT; soukoku WC; 1.1k SUMMARY; dazai is the first to say the three magic words

also on ao3 here!

Chuuya has an unmeasurable confidence in his fighting prowess, and rightfully so. He's unmatched on the battlefield, ruthless for the blood of his enemies.

But even the great gravity manipulator has his moments of weaknesses.

Frankly, Chuuya did feel as though it was partially his fault. It was a Friday, and he had been more than looking forward to the weekend (even though it would be just like the weekdays. Chuuya would work for hours on end until Dazai decided to intervene with a scheme to distract him).

He just wanted to get the mission over with, and decided to let his guard down just for one fight. It shouldn't be too much to ask for.

The moon was high in the sky and a blanket of tranquillity had embraced Yokohama.

Chuuya had killed his enemies as instructed and was about to leave before he heard a loud shout from the distance. Alerted, he spun around and nearly dodged a dagger that was aimed right at his chest. A stab that was meant to kill.

A shot of pain flared through his right arm as he bounced back quickly, clenching his teeth. The perpetrator was a tall blond man with brown eyes full of revenge and anger. This was the leader of the organisation he had to eliminate. No wonder he was the one who led that doomed organisation, Chuuya didn’t even hear him coming.

“You killed my comrades,” he said, tone low and hand trembling with the dagger in hand. “I-I’ll kill you, I’ll fucking kill you.”

A smirk began to form on Chuuya’s face as he pulled a gun out of his pocket and pointed it straight at the man. Without a word, Chuuya fired it right at his head.

He was doing all this killing for the Port Mafia he swore to protect with his life. Chuuya doesn’t question the orders Mori issues him, he just carries them out with precision and accuracy.

Chuuya stepped forward to check that the man had really died before appraising his own injuries. It wasn’t a deep cut (okay, maybe it was), but definitely would serve as a hassle in the next few weeks to come. He ripped part of a portion of the deceased man's shirt and tied it around his arm to alleviate the bleeding.

He left the scene with pavement stained a crimson red and corpses lying all over. Someone from the Mafia would clean this up soon, he hoped.

The path to Dazai’s home is muscle memory to him. Travelling all the way across Yokohama to his own apartment while leaving a trail of red was certain to catch the attention of anyone else who was up at this late hour.

Upon reaching his door, Chuuya twisted the doorknob open and stepped inside. He has given Dazai several reminders to lock his door for safety purposes but Dazai paid no mind to Chuuya’s words, always saying something along the lines of, “You’re overthinking it, Chuuya.”

Chuuya found Dazai sprawled out on the couch, a lamp in the corner of the room emitting a soft, warm glow. Empty bottles of alcohol and moulded books litter the floor of his home and despite his situation, Chuuya’s brow creased in worry.

He rummaged through one of the cabinets for a first aid kit. Chuuya places it on the coffee table and heads to the kitchen to run his wound under some water.

Dazai’s kitchen was more of a mess than his living quarters. Unwashed bowls, broken utensils, and was that the smell of rotting fish?

Chuuya makes a mental note to clean it up after he dealt with his own issue. He headed to the sink, bit on his lower lip and prepared himself for the sharp sting of pain.

“C-Chuuya?” Dazai’s voice called out to him from the couch amidst the loud splashing of water against Chuuya’s bare skin.

He returned to find Dazai half sitting up, a thin blanket thrown over his legs.

“Help me out, will you?” Chuuya replies, picking out a small tube of antibiotics from the drawers. “Apply this over my wound.”

Dazai gives him a look of playful shock. “Whoa, you got injured?”

Chuuya gives him a pained smile. “Yes, but I’ll tell you about it after. Now, quick. I'd rather not die of blood loss.”

Dazai saved his questions for later. He uncapped the tube and Chuuya sat down beside him, bracing himself for the pain he could never get used to.

“Ready?” Dazai asked.

Chuuya nodded, his left hand finding Dazai’s and connecting their fingers. “Just get on with it.”

Dazai gave him one last look before squeezing some of the substance out before dabbing it lightly on Chuuya's arm.

He flinched as soon as his flesh met the antibiotic, instantly tightening his hold on Dazai’s hand.

Dazai doesn't complain at all throughout this process, which is pretty astonishing considering the deathly tight grip that was turning his hand purple.

He finished off by dressing the wound with gauze, with a half conscious Chuuya leaning against his couch. Crickets can be heard from outside and night air flows in gently through a half open window.

“I thought you left no room for mistakes on the battlefield,” Dazai mused.

“Yeah, I don't,” Chuuya replied and added regretfully, “But I let my guard down this time.”

“So you decide to come to my house, expecting me to be awake to heal your wounds?”

Chuuya looked over at him and hit his shoulder not-so-gently. “It wasn’t a choice I made willingly, asshole. I would’ve bled out to death if I went to my apartment.”

Dazai threw his arms up in the air. “All the more you should’ve gone to your place!”

“Maybe I should have, since talking to you has me wishing for death!”

“Is that an alternative way of saying ‘thanks for saving my life’?” Dazai teased.

Jokes aside, Chuuya was grateful that Dazai had lent him a hand (literally too). Although Dazai definitely wasn’t the type of person who’d be big on grand gestures and gifts, he knew that he could count on Dazai, both as an ex partner and lover, when it really came down to it.

“Thank you.” His words came out squeaky and hesitant, which was the exact opposite of what Chuuya was going for. He cleared his throat.

To his utmost surprise, Dazai laughed. Not a soft, whispery chuckle that would be lost to the breeze. A full on belly-hurting laugh.

Heat quickly crept up Chuuya’s neck. “Oi. What’s so funny, bastard?”

Dazai regained his composure, close to tears. “You’re acting as if you don’t know that I love you.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Dazai stood up and headed towards the kitchen. “Do you want anything for supper, Chuuya?”

(Chuuya doesn’t move for three minutes straight. He won’t believe that this was how their first ‘I love you’ had played out. Dazai made him boiled eggs for supper. He accepted it without so much of a thanks, chewing in silence. After a lot of thinking, Chuuya decided to hatch a plan to get back at Dazai. It will, without doubt, go very well.)

#bungo stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #skk #soukoku #double black

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Osamu Dazai’s Entrance Exam - Interlude 2

Nightfall.

Tilted on its side, a police van burns on the street alongside the coast facing the Yokohama harbor. Two officers lie dead under the shaking car.

“W-wait! Wh-what does the M-Mafia want with me?!”

Two more figures are still alive. One is a young arms dealer. He was arrested and in the middle of being transported to a military police facility when he was attacked and injured.

“You really don’t know? How absurd.”

The only other living soul, approaching the young man, is a dark shadow cloaked in a wriggling overcoat—Akutagawa.

“You disrespected the Port Mafia. You purposely fed us information on that organ-trafficking cabdriver so that we would dispose of him for you. Every person who has ever deceived us for personal gain has paid the price, and this time will be no different.”

The young man falls on his rear as Akutagawa’s black boots get closer.

“N-nobody! Nobody can kill me! Die!”

Right as the young man lifts his arm into the air, a tattoo-like pattern appears on Akutagawa’s skin. The number is '21.' Then, as he swings his arm, he swiftly accelerates Akutagawa backward. However…

“What—?!”

Although Akutagawa was knocked back, he gently stops before slowly returning to where he had been standing, unfazed.

“Is that it?”

His overcoat transformed into countless black needles that pierced the ground, acting as a cushion to support his body and soften the impact.

The two-headed beast Rashomon arises from the overcoat and soars in the arms dealer’s direction. The young man tries to dodge, but he is too late, and the cloaked hound��s razor-sharp jaws tear him apart. He screams in agony until he is nothing more than a pile of meat. Akutagawa coldly continues to watch.

“Wow, there goes my appetite.”

He turns around to see a shadowy figure behind him.

Akutagawa immediately releases Rashomon’s dark blades. The blades, sharp enough to slice through metal, shoot toward the shadowy figure’s neck but are deflected by some invisible force the moment they connect. Rashomon’s fangs claimed only a few layers of skin before they were blocked by a skill.

“Hey, where are your manners? We’re business partners, are we not?”

“That still doesn’t change the fact that you used the Port Mafia for your own personal gain.”

A middle-aged Caucasian man wearing a black cap walks out from the shadows—the same American agent Dazai and Kunikida met at the embassy. The agent scratches his neck as he addresses Akutagawa casually.

“This is some sort of misunderstanding. I’m a client of yours, in a sense. You get the foreign trade route that young arms dealer once had, and we get to say we prevented an illegal exporter from our country from stirring up trouble in Japan. It’s a fair deal if you ask me. So could you quit acting like I stole from you?”

“Deceiving and instigating is common practice for agents. I am sure you have other reasons for getting involved.”

“Well, yeah, we do. But don’t you worry about a thing. It’s over,” the agent continues with a smile. “I can’t even begin to tell you how spooked we were when the Azure King started killing people. See, one of the lawmakers he executed was an illegal collaborator we’d had in our pocket. That Azure King probably had no idea, but it would have come out if the case dragged on too long. That’s why we needed him to retire permanently…which is why we decided to investigate the case behind the scenes and tip off the Armed Detective Agency about his whereabouts. Of course, we falsified the source of the information. Then we fed the police investigation headquarters faulty intel to create confusion within the chain of command. It went exactly how we planned. The Azure King was surrounded by a few police officers, so he blew himself up and died. The truth remains shrouded in mystery, and everyone was relieved knowing the dangerous criminal was gone. A happy ending for us all.”

After taking a few moments to ruminate over what the agent said,

Akutagawa opens his mouth.

“Setting aside the arms dealer, I have a hard time believing a foreign intelligence agency would kill a Japanese terrorist to protect a secret. Why did you do it?”

“Oh, it’s got nothing to do with any governmental intelligence agency. I belong to another group as well. We call ourselves the Guild.”

“A double agent? How cliché.”

“It’s a side business of mine. Every member in the Guild’s got a day job.” The agent turns on his heel, then begins to walk away. “I’ll probably be getting in touch with the Mafia again soon with another job. Until then.”

Akutagawa sternly watches the agent go. “Wait. I’d like to ask you something.”

The agent stops in his tracks.

“I’m looking for someone. He has the ability to nullify others’ skills upon contact. Know anybody like that?”

“Sorry, afraid not.”

“Then get out of my sight.”

“You got it.”

He begins to walk again before disappearing into the darkness of the evening twilight.

“…Where did you go? Why did you suddenly disappear?” Akutagawa soliloquizes, alone on the street. “For a moment, I thought you might have been the Azure King, but I was wrong. Where are you? There’s no way you’re dead. You are somewhere here in Yokohama. I just know it.”

The winds of the night collect his words and carry them away.

“I’ll find my mentor if it’s the last thing I do. I’ll find you, former Port Mafia executive Dazai.”

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#Bungo Stray Dogs #Bungou Stray Dogs #BSD #Bugno Stray Dogs Light Novels #Light Novel #Light Novel Volume 1 #Osamu Dazai's Entrance Exam #Armed Detective Agency #Port Mafia #Kafka Asagiri #Sango Harukawa

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misslovasstuff · 3 years

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Why Dazai is a complex character

We all know how hard it is to get in this man’s mind, right?

First, let’t take a look on what makes a character complex:

- Conflicted or contradictory motives - Change or grow as a result of the story’s actions - Decisions advance the story’s plot - Create conflict in the story’s plot or theme - Learn something about themselves

It fits Dazai perfectly, right? Now let’s take them one by one.

1. Conflicted or contradictory motives

- to die/to find meaning/to save others/? What the audience is given to realize is that Dazai wants salvation through death. His desire to die comes with a shade of humor to hide how sad and tragic it really is. Other than that, one motive of his is the promise he made to his friend who died on his arms. You see it right? Dazai’s motives are contradictory because he saves people but can’t really save himself. Although Dazai is on the side of ‘good’ which is actually something that doesn’t really exist in BSD world because everything is more like in a gray area, his motives are more focused on others rather than himself. While on the mafia, his focus was on himself, his doom and suffering. That’s what made him so miserable. People aren’t sure whether Dazai has changed, and they question his conflicted motives. But in reality, it’s very simple. Dazai has no hidden motives other than the ones we already know. He’s not the type to aim for power and fortune. Dazai just wants a bit of happiness, he wants to answer questions that are impossible to answer. I’d like to quote a Dostoevsky saying:

“Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.” ― Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

2. Change or grow as a result of the story’s actions Dazai’s grow is something people fail to see. I’ve read thoughts on this matter and some claim that Dazai hasn’t changed at all. That is partly true. Before Oda’s death, Dazai was not open to people (and still isn’t) but the difference stays on how he dealt with it. In the dark era, Dazai drowned himself in misery, seeing only darkness and claiming that this is how it always has been for him. Whilst in the time being, Dazai hides his misery behind a smile and happy facade. Bsck then, he made no attempt to change, nor did he tried to look things differently. Dazai was alone, completely. There were times he was surrounded by people he genuinely cared about, like Oda. Now, the thing is, without Oda, Dazai may have never gotten the development he got. Hardly would the things lead differently if Oda was still alive. With Oda, Dazai felt comfortable, not judges. He felt like he could open up with him because Oda would always listen to Dazai without joking around or judging him. That’s the reason why Odasaku was the only person that came close to understanding Dazai, because he was the only one Dazai opened up to. I believe that is becuase in reality, Dazai trusted Oda. We know how easily he can see through people. Perhaps, he saw in Oda that kindness and goodness that intrigued him. He saw such integrity and selflessness that made him lower his guard. Their relationship was beautiful. They let aside the ranks and always had each other’s backs. Sometimes, between two people, it just clicks. It feels like you’ve known each other for a long time and you find yourself comfortable, you let yourself be. That’s how Dazai was. Maybe, the only thing that kept him happy, was his friendship with Odasaku and Ango. Because those were two people that accepted him the way he was, people who appreciated life and had dreams and goals, something that Dazai longs to have. When Odasaku died, Dazai’s hope died with him. Although extremely intelligent, Dazai is optimistic. He had hope that he’d find a solution to his problem, but Oda’s words shattered him.

Dazai did not cry. But you can tell that he’s ready to. Look at his face and tell me that that’s not the most devastating Dazai you have ever seen. His lip trembles and his eyes give away how hard it is for him, how hard it has always been. This is the moment that Dazai takes the decision to change, keeping the promise of his friend to become a good man and protect others.

3- Decisions advance the story’s plot Dazai is the one who comes up with brilliant strategies, but that’s not all of it.

- He took Atsushi under his mentoring and hired him as an agent in the ADA. Atsushi plays a very important role in almost every mission or situation that ADA is in. If Atsushi wasn’t in the ADA, things might have gone completely different. - Dazai decided to join the good side. Yet again, if Dazai didn’t join the ADA, there would be no Atsushi, no shin-soukoku and probably the ADA would have already fallen due to the immense power the mafia would have with Dazai in it. More people would die, wars would destroy the city and things may have gotten to be worse. - The creation of shin-soukoku The plot goes around Atushi and Akutagawa as the new generation of the double black, a powerful duo brought together for the good of the city, to defeat the greater evil. Their mentor, who sees the potential in them better than everyone else, has forcefully made them work together, which had successful results. If Dazai didn’t make such decision, Atsushi and Akutagawa may had already killed each other. - Dazai decides almost any plan and strategy there is. He plays his cards well and the way he thinks and acts determine the aftermath.

4- Create conflict in the story’s plot or theme - Dazai’s a problematic character for a lot of reasons. He’s lazy, distracted, unbothered, mysterious and secretive. Sometimes, unwillingly he creates conflicts that sometimes as viewed lightly by the audience. Like the shin-soukoku conflict. A part why Aku hates Atsushi is because he is Dazai’s junior and that he gets almost everything that he himself once desired. He gets praise and acknowledgment from Dazai. The latter, has not acknowledged Aku that way he wants to, but surely he has acknowledged him on his own way. Dazai made him part of the new double black and puts his trust in him and Atsushi. Dazai too believes in the quote that ‘only a diamond can polish a diamond’. Furthermore, we have the conflict between the mafia and the ADA. You may think that it’s not directly tied to Dazai, but he plays a major role. Having Dazai in the opposite team, makes it harder for the mafia to create successful operations. Not only Dazai’s intelligent and cunning, but he’s an ex-member himself which makes him even more of a threat to the mafia. His suicidal tendencies is the reason why he met Atsushi in the first place. So in a way, Dazai drives the plot of the story.

5- Learn something about themselves I believe that this is the point we are all looking forward to. Although we have already caught a glimpse of Dazai considering his worth as a human being in the Dead apple movie, but also in the manga countless times.

Just look at his expression. How his eyes close so peacefully when Atsushi claims that he does things that let him know that Daza’s a good guy (visiting graves and also in the end of the movie...)

Dazai sees himself rather harshly. He judges himself for his past and puts himself in constant misery. Maybe he doesn’t accept the fact that he’s a ‘good guy’, but he’s desperately trying to be.

Take a look to the following panel (chapter 50)

You can tell how much Dazai wants to help and this warms my heart so much.

“Yosano could heal me and I could help in the search”

He clenches the sheet because of the frustration of not being able to help; that his ability is holding him back.

HE’S BLAMING HIMSELF.

Like one would say that he’s injured, or that he was shot, but no. Dazai puts the blame on himself like he always does.

I’d like people to acknowledge Dazai’s growth because our boy is trying so hard. Dazai literally went from hell to salvation. He has already found his salvation but he hasn’t recognized that yet.

In conclusion, Dazai is the complex character we so much love. In the future, maybe we’ll be able to see him a bit more happy. Genuinely happy.

(sorry this was very sloppy but I hope you get the point)

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tender-rosiey · 3 years

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Hii can i request a chuuya and dazai scenario. Back in pm. Where the s/o has to fight and almost gets killed? Thanks

❥ Chuuya & PM!Dazai with a s/o that almost gets killed

ᴀ/ɴ: I loves these types of scenarios; Almost losing your loved one is harsh but getting to see how someone would react to the experience but with you on the line and when the reaction is something that makes you feel important or wanted is nice :0

Dazai Osamu:

He had calculated and planned everything, with the worst case scenarios and how to avoid them

How did despite that, there you were in the enemy’s hand unconscious and completely vulnerable?

“If you want her back then give us what we came for.” The man said with a wicked grin plastered on his face

Not only were you unconscious but also serverly injured, if not treated soon you will be welcoming death with open arms

Dazai was put in a tight spot, either give them what they want and take his lover back and god knows what Mori will do or kill him and sacrifice the light of his life for a man he despises.

The enemy was getting impatient and predicted that he won’t get anything from the bandaged guy so he threw you into the river, after all this is happening on a ship of goods.

Dazai’s eyes widened as the scene unfolded before his eyes

Lunging at the man quickly punching his face and stabbing him more than 1 time making sure it’s hell that he goes through before he dies

Then kicking him to the ground with eyes of a predator and blood lust, all that one could sense from him even if a mile separated them

He then jumped into the river to rescue you and fortunately found you; he got you up to the surface and hoped that you would still be alive.

Finally being on land, he laid you on the ground and checked your breathing.

‘She isn’t breathing...’

Horror evident on the boy’s face as he performed CPR in hopes of getting any reaction from you but sadly to no avail.

He held you close to his chest barely holding back his tears “Why...”

Still wishing for any sign of you being alive he looks at your face and places a hand on your chest gently “Love please don’t leave me..”

He placed a hand on your cheek “cold..” holding his tears back pointless at this point as they ran down his face while his ikigai laid in his arms in silence

“Why did it come to this? Why is it the person, the only person that actually made me look forward to tomorrow, had to be snatched away from me?...”

He connected your foreheads caressing your cheek and silently cursing every thing that led to this

He wanted to avenge you, kill all those that hurt you but he didn’t want to leave you, not yet. He even wanted to join you but again not before he made them regret coming near you

Dazai about to stand with a blood seeking aura, anything will be done to requite his lover he had decided, but as soon as he was standing up with you in his arms he heard a cough

Eyes widening as he looked down at you, to find the sight of you coughing and catching your breathe; he placed you down and waited for you to regain your normal breathing rhythm

“Belladonna, you are okay...” he said and reached out to stroke your cheek to find the warmth coming back slowly to it.

You nodded then glanced at his face

“Osamu, why are you crying?” You asked cluelessly only to be hugged tightly by said man who nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck inhaling your scent which reassured him that indeed it is real; you are alive.

“Sorry Y/N.” He stated. You raised an eyebrow “Why are you apologizing?” He placed a soft kiss onto your neck “because you had to go through that.”

He started examining your wounds before carrying you bridal style “We will go back so you can mend them, ‘kay?”

He kissed the top of your head with a smile present on his face but that face had a plan to torture every human that hurt you tonight.

Nakahara Chuuya:

Enemies surrounding from everywhere, Chuuya was beating them trying to make his way to the files they had against the Port Mafia

Those files who Mori had sternly said had to be retrieved

Focusing on what’s infront of him from enemies, Chuuya failed to notice the man that was slowly approaching him from behind

You rushed quickly without a thought taking the hit for Chuuya

That caused you to get sent flying across the room and slammed strongly across a wall resulting in your loss of unconsciousness and bleeding

Chuuya’s eyes widened at the sight and rage filled his gut.

How dare they hurt his precious love?

Landing a hit on every man he saw, friend or foe. Screaming, shouting, yelling at every person who stood in his path

By the end of it, dead corpses were scattered all around making it look like a bloody hell.

Chuuya rushed to your side and picked you up, calling all his subordinates, at least what’s left of them, to come and help you get to the Port Mafia safely

When you arrived he checked on you to make sure you are okay and held your hand as he was resting beside your bed

Mori then entered the room, not caring about the sight in front of him and asked “Did you get the files?”

Chuuya nodded wearily pointing to said files on the table beside the door, not even bothering to look at his boss

Mori sighed heading to the door after getting the files and said “You know that you can’t stay like this, right?”

Only to ignored by the sad and exhausted man next to you

Exhausted, the amount of men he killed was no joke, but he was mostly mentally exhausted, his dear lover, his dove, on a hospital bed tubes sticking to her like an arrow

Truly a heartbreaking sight for the young man

Chuuya stayed by your side and refused to move away from you until you woke up despite being told that you might not even make it

Only leaving when he had a mission but still spending the rest of his day beside you, watching over you hoping for you to be okay and to come back to him

Days passed and he slowly started losing his sanity.

What if you never woke up?

What if he had to endure the pain of not having you by his side?

That would be hell for him if so and he wouldn’t be able to handle it well

Several weeks pass and one day he is resting alongside you, his eyes fluttered to the shifting of your hand

He looked up and saw you smiling and stroking his cheek

“I am okay love.” You assured the shaking ginger.

Chuuya latched on to you hugging you tightly but not tight enough to hurt you, he pulled back hot tears streaming down his face

He then kissed you passionately treasuring your warmth that he thought he would’ve lost

“God...I am so glad you are okay; are you sure you are not hurting anywhere?”

A nod from you was enough to release the tension in his mind

Holding your hand delicately bringing it to his lips

He planted a soft kiss to it and put it up against his cheek

Never was he going to let you get hurt in his presence again

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ssamie · 3 years

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epilogue. “your girlfriend’s kinda hot”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide and suggestive themes + dirty jokes

masterlist. suicide freak!

"hey uh, welcome to my stream i guess" he said as he spared the camera a quick glance "im not really playing tonight because an incident has recently occurred in this household" kenma said with a tired sigh

nobody else knew it, but the said 'incident' was y/n accidentally setting half of their living room on fire

the reason? apparently, she wanted to try burning herself to death in the furnace. obviously, it didn't work. and all that's left from that is more shit for kenma to clean up and a trip to yosano-san.

kenma is stressed. and y/n is still alive. both of them are facing problems.

"can you please wear a maid outfit- no."

kenma shook his head as he continued playing, glancing at the chat once in a while to read the veiwers' questions and comments

╭─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╮

user: how about cat ears?!

user: ^^ cATBOY CATBOY CATBOY

user: u suck at this game wtf

kuroo.tetsu: hey kenma ;)

╰─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╯

"first of all, i do not suck at minecraft thank you very much" kenma scoffed

"second of all, go away kuroo. im still mad at you"

╭─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╮

user: LMFAOOO kuroo what did u do?? 💀💀

user: he probably broke kenma's pc

user: PLSS he's the one kenma’s throwing shade at on twitter

kuroo.tetsu: STOP THE SLANDER 😔✋🏼

user: rooster head lookin ass

user: ^^ NOT THE HAIR

kuroo.testsu: 😃😃

╰─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╯

kenma sighed as he continued building a cute little cottage. he was currently vibing, just building y/n a cute cottage for her to probably burn later on.

and he decided it would be nice to go on stream since his oh-so-lovely girlfriend was still out for work.

ah yes, kenma has somehow kept y/n alive all those years.

barely.

hence why his phone was being bombarded with messages from her, all of which being blurry selfies.

the photos had her sporting a huge grin while atsushi panicked in the background.

╭─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╮

user: ayo, ur phone's blowing up

user: do you have a girlfriend?

user: KODZUKEN LET ME SUCK UR TOES 😋😋🤩

user: ^ ayo chill 😃

╰─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╯

kenma simply ignored them and continued on with his task. all was going well until a loud slam was heard. his cat-like eyes widened as he heard a familiar voice singing from downstairs, it was undoubtedly y/n.

kenma chuckled nervously and muted his mic.

but of course, cute dumb catboy didn't actually mute his mic. haha <3

he ignored all the questions in the chat, all of them being speculations that he has a girlfriend. which he does, but they simply did not need to know that <3

"kenma~" she yelled out "i have a surprise for you!!" she said, followed by menacing giggles.

kenma glanced at the camera before hopping off his gaming chair and peeking his head out of the door.

"y/n, im streaming!! stay down there!" he yelled out in panic

"aw, you're playing hard to get aren't ya?" she chuckled

kenma deadpanned as he saw her limping up the stairs, with her bandages torn and unravelled, same with her clothes. he didn't really think much of it since this is usually how she comes home.

its most likely just due to work and/or another suicide attempt.

"so, kenma.. you'll never know what just happened to me today" she started off with a goofy grin

"im streaming, atleast let me turn it off first-"

she paid no mind to him as she peeled off her ruined coat and pointed to her poorly bandaged stomach

"i got stabbed!"

"you got what?!"

kenma furrowed his brows as he immediately rushed over to his side, cradling her face and waist as he inspected her injuries

"are you okay, kitten?" he asked worriedly

"yep, apparently it wasnt deep enough to be fatal" she sighed dejectedly

"please don't be sad about that." kenma groaned "can you undress?"

"ara ara~ whats this?" she cooed "you're getting real bold, kenma" she smirked at him

she unbuttoned her shirt and started pulling down on her skirt "but since you asked so nicely-"

kenma simply sighed and shook his head. "i was gonna prepare you a bath but now im considering leaving you here to die"

"but the second option would've been better though" she smiled at him

"oh my fucking god."

kozume kenma. (22)

╰─▸ university student, stock trader, pro-gamer, youtuber, ceo of bouncing ball lpt.

╰─▸ y/n's struggling boyfriend. definitely needs a pay after all he's been through.

╰─▸ currently panicking because his girlfriend got stabbed.

l/n y/n. (22)

╰─▸ operative/member of the armed detective agency.

╰─▸ kenma's girlfriend. kinda dumb, very hot to compensate for it. still hasn't died yet.

╰─▸ currently bleeding and wounded. also hoping for severe blood loss.

"kenma, did you know" she mused in a teasing tone "lack of sleep and too much stress could possibly lead to poor memory and lack of awareness"

kenma looked up at her with a look of confusion. he was currently kneeled down before her while she was sat on the bed as he cleaned her wound up with a damp towel.

"why are you telling me this?" he asked

"i just thought it probably applied to you" she snickered

"why? i didnt forget anything-"

he cut himself off with a huge intake of air. he slowly turned his head to look at the screen which still had his stream going on. to make it worse, the camera was on and they were both clearly in the camera's field of view.

to make things worse worse, his mic was on the whole time and the live chat was in shambles.

"i hate it here" he sighed

kenma laid his head on her lap as he continued on patching her up, honestly not caring that this whole scene was being recorded for thousands or millions of people to see.

"well, atleast the internet could finally see my beauty before i die" she laughed

she ran her fingers through kenma's hair as he grumbled under his breath. kenma was a pretty private person. he made sure not to overshare, given his current 'influencer' status. and he was planning on keeping his relationship a secret, though it seems he can't do that anymore.

"might as well say hi" she shrugged

so of course, she then decided to walk up to the camera looking utterly dishevelled and roughed up.

for context, the newly wrapped bandages around her stomach was being stained already by a crimson red hue and it was only getting worse the more she moved, undoubtedly messing up her wound.

"hi, im kenma's girlfriend and if i see you flirting with him i will make you regret it" she grinned

"y/n!" kenma groaned from the bed "you're close to dying right now, turn the stream off"

ignoring him, she proceeded to read the veiwers' comments, laughing at some of them while she joked around.

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user: heLLO?!?!

user: GE HAS A GIRLFRIEND NOOO

user: bruh, did i just hear that right? were you fuckin stabbed?

user: ur kinda hot tho

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kenma furrowed his brows as he reluctantly walked up behind her, reading the comments with varying reactions

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user: well damn, hot bloody girl comes in and suddenly im lesbian

user: kenma looks so done

kuroo.tetsu: hi y/n ;)

user: HER NAME IS Y/N

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"jesus christ shut up, kuroo" kenma grumbled out with a sigh

"yup! yup! im y/n, and no, i am not a criminal. i swear." she shook her head

"i got an injury from my job, that's all." she cleared up

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user: tangina nyo sana ol

user: MSKAKAKKA

user: THIS IS LOWKEY ICONIC

user: time to scratch another gamer boy off my possible bf list 😔

user: girl wtf happened to u

user: that's wack bro 🚶‍♀️

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"great question, random person from the internet!" she beamed "see, what happened was.."

"i went on a certain mission and got severely injured. though, when i called for help nobody responded" she said

kenma furrowed his brows at her words. "why didn't anybody respond?" he asked. she sighed and fiddled with her torn bandages, pouting her lips as she does so.

"well, when i told them that i was finally on death's door, all they said to me was 'congratulations!' and all that.." she said "what's your take on that, hm?" she asked kenma

"im not surprised" he said

she grinned at his words and leaned in for a kiss. "you're so mean to me, kenma~" she whined

she licked her lips as she held his blushing face in her hands, she nuzzled their noses as she leaned in closer to him.

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kuroo.tetsu: oh shit 😳

user: we all know where this is heading ;)

user: sana ol talaga punyemas

user: AYO CHILL

user: why we goin so fuckin fasstttt 😳

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kenma hastily turned the camera off as soon as y/n's lips touched his.

"kitten, were still- hmph-"

he was only silenced as she slipped her tongue in his mouth, smirking lightly as she ran her fingers through his hair

"thanks babe." she said as she pulled away, giving him a soft peck on his cheek and a nod "anyways.." she hummed as she turned the camera on once again

she looked through the chat while kenma slaps his face to get rid of his blush.

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user: ur fuckin freaky

kuroo.tetsu: oya oya 😼😼

user: MS MAAM I JUST MET U AND I LOVE U ALREADY WJABSJSJJS

user: not me blushing chiiilllleeeeee 🏃‍♀️

user: KENMA IS FLUSTERED

kuroo.tetsu: kenma, i didnt expect this from u 😼

user: im so fucking JEALOUS GRR😡

user: girl r u bleeding rn 😃

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upon reading a certain comment, she subconsciously grazed her fingers against her bandaged wound. her eyes slightly widening as she felt a concerning amount of wetness seeping through

she glanced at kenma who was still calming himself down and inspected her wound

"oh my.." she muttered, though she couldn't help but let a smile slip through

so like any normal person would do, she simply ignored her bleeding wound and the fact that she was getting a bit lightheaded. haha <3

"anyways, let's answer some questions!" she beamed

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user: what's ur full name

user: what's ur job miss girl

user: are you possibly looking for a gf, because i am more

than willing to take the spot 🚶‍♀️

user: how did you meet??

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"alright, those are all very nice questions" she chuckled. kenma, who's now calmed down, sat down beside her to look at the chat.

"first, im l/n y/n" she mused "nice to meet ya"

"second im a detective! mhm, im cooler than your fathers"

"third, it depends, belladonna" she cooed as she sent the camera flirty smirk "are you perhaps willing to join me in a double suicide?"

"oh god.." kenma grumbled. he pouted at her and shook his head in disapproval. "don't flirt with random girls" he whined

"why not?"

"uh- because i am your beloved boyfriend, is that not good enough of a reason??"

"... anyways, we met at a cafe way back in high school" she said with a smile "also, i asked him to join me on a double suicide" she said

she was smiling and nodding as if it was the most normal thing in the world, all while kenma nods along

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user: wtf are u okay 🗿

kuroo.tetsu: teenage romance 🤩

user: cute ❤️

user: im concerned ❤️

user: ur a detective?? cool

user: LMAOO I'LL GO ON A DOUBLE SEWER SLIDE

WITH U MOMMY 😩😩😋

user: ^^ SAME 😩

user: CHOKE ME WITH THOSE BANDAGES MOMMAE 😩

user: u r still bleeding 🚶‍♀️

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kenma was simply glaring at the chat as more compliments and flirtatious comments came flowing in, all of which were directed to his girlfriend.

"this is why i didn't wanna let people know about you.." kenma grumbled

"aww, why not?" she asked with a playful pout

"people are flirting with you." he sighed "also, stop asking for my girlfriend's onlyfans! she doesn't even have one!" he snarled

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user: LMAOO CATBOY IS ANGRY 😩

user: y/n-senpai spit on me 😡😡

user: drop the onlyfans

user: chupapi munyanyo 😩

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"anyways, i'd hate to ruin the mood" she chimed in with a sluggish giggle "but im so wet kenma" she whined out

a menacing smirk was etched on her lips as kenma spluttered in response, a bright red hue covering his face almost instantly as he faced her with widened eyes

"y-y/n! why would you say that?!" he whisper shouted

"cuz i am" she whined out as she grabbed his hand and trailed it down her abdomen

she faced the camera and gave them a shit-eating grin as kenma mumbled out incoherent words

"y/n we should-" he cut himself off as he felt the concerning amount of blood drip down his whole arm

kenma's face paled as he looked up to see her smiling like a kid in a candy store, completely unbothered.

"y/n, you idiot! why didn't you tell me!" kenma exclaimed

"um- my girlfriend is bleeding. excessively. so uh- bye i guess" it was all he said before hastily ending his stream and turning off his computer.

"y/n, let's get you to a hospital" he said as he reached down to carry her away. though she simply slapped his hands off and closed her eyes.

"nope. this is my time, kenma. don't ruin it for me" she said

"you're fucking dying!!"

"well, would you like to join me?"

"no"

"damn." she muttered in response

"so...wanna fuck?" she asked sheepishly

"for the love of god-"

this was so messy :/

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chuuyasnumber1simp · 3 years

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So I see you write for bungou stray dogs 👀 maybe a headcannon of dazai and ranpo separately with a s/o who looks sweet but then when they are fighting she actually a badass and a leader 😗✨ make sure to get some rest to!

a/n: i took a fairy tale time skip on you and should’ve gotten bodied for it 😩 here’s your headcanons with a little drabble too because you’ve been waiting for so long

𝐷𝑎𝑧𝑎𝑖:

let’s be honest he probably already knew you were a badass

he’s very smart ™️

BUT

he didn’t predict just HOW powerful you were

like sure he figured out pretty fast that you were actually really strong

but homeboy was WINDED when he first saw you in action

“Y/N!” the brunette screamed your name over the sounds of fighting, praying that his voice carried over. You had joined pretty recently, no one even knowing what your ability is yet. This mission was dangerous, and ability using individual decided to hold this building hostage, including all the people trapped inside. He watched with horror as you incapacitated the man in front of you and ran directly to the ability user. It was a tall woman, and one that didn’t seem to be in the right frame of mind.

“Oh your so cute! But do you really think you can fight me? Guess again!” Finally knowing the nature of her ability, every metal object in the room gravitated towards her, and with the flick of her wrist, immediately sped towards you. Getting rid of the man trying to get rid of him, he ran towards you as fast as he could, hoping they wouldn’t injure you too badly.

But it seems there was no need.

Suddenly they all stopped mid-air, and dropped to the ground. The woman stood completely still, as if she was under a spell.

“W-What’s happening to me?” She shrieked, still unable to move.

Thrusting your hand outwards and then down, the woman dropped to her knees, the gun she was holding skidding across the ground and being picked up by a nervous Atsushi.

You stalked towards her, menacingly yet calm. The woman was now shaking in fear, unable to do anything to protect herself.

“How are you doing this?” she screamed, though Dazai was certain she already knew the answer.

“My ability,” you grinned maliciously. “Crimson Puppeteer.” Reering your fist back, you knocked it into her face, sending her flying across the room. She hit a back wall and lay there, unmoving.

Shaking your hand after such a hard punch you turned to Dazai. “Sorry i didn’t tell you about my ability. I thought you would think it’s scary,”

“Oh please my Belladonna,” he kissed your forehead. “That had to have been the hottest thing i’ve ever seen,”

oh my gosh he was screaming inside

THAT WAS SO HOT

HIS s/o, who was the sweetest person he ever met, could. or only be that badass, but could manipulate peoples blood and control them!!

he almost died. right there in that building.

probably asked you to use your ability on him to give him a chance at death

you said no

he whined for awhile

but he just could NOT figure out why you would want to hide this

it was so hot to him

he didn’t care that it clashed with your personality, he loved all of you

𝑅𝑎𝑛𝑝𝑜:

we all know this man been knew

he’s not the greatest detective for nothing

but oh MAN he was whipped when he saw you in action

the way he watched you, mouth agape at how quickly an efficiently you took out those armed guards

he was head over HEELS

again, he already knew you powerful, but watching it with his own two eyes was different

he loved that you were so sweet and then when it came to a mission he needed not worry about your safety

he is literally so in love with you stop

a/n: sorry the Ranpo ones are so short!!

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader #ranpo x reader #ranpo edogawa x reader

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kyuus4ku · 3 years

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𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀

akutagawa ryunosuke

genre: minific ; angst

warnings: mild depictions of violence, profanity

word count: 3K

You didn't remember the last thing that happened before you lost consciousness, but you were getting the nervous feeling that you were about find out soon enough.

Before you dared to open your eyes, you heard hushed voices speaking with each other in a formal manner. After a while of distinguishing one voice from the other, you concluded that it was conversation between three people.

Each of their words were enunciated clearly enough for you to hear what they were talking about.

"We need the both of you to stay with each other for a day or two. It's not safe for you two to be out in the open for a while," you recognised this voice. It sounded like your superior— no, wait, yeah. It was your superior— Chuuya Nakahara.

"We weren't even hurt that badly," this voice caused your blood to boil as your heart raced in nervousness, yet you were careful enough not to let the discomfort you felt from being in the same room as this person show on your face.

"Besides, I just got a few wounds and-"

"My subordinate almost died," Chuuya's agitated voice cut in before Akutagawa could finish his sentence, "unless you'd be a little more matured about this situation, we don't mind finding someone else for the job."

Akutagawa's stunned silence made your heart triumph.

"Now, now," this third voice never failed to numb the nerves of your fingertips every time you heard it speak, "I believe we can reach a proper negotiation..."

Dazai's words trailed off, as if he were trying to think of a careful way to pronounce his next words without striking any chords that'd provoke the situation further.

"I know you two have had a... questionable history," you could sense that Dazai said this through smiling lips, "but keep your personal affairs out of it. It's purely business. The Black Lizard will handle the perp while you recover-"

"There should be another person available for this job," Akutagawa snapped.

The silence that ensued Akutagawa's brief tantrum raised the tension in the room.

"Don't cut me off," Dazai responded coldly, "I wasn't talking about you. That wound is going to take a while to heal, so we need to ensure that the protective measures are met."

"I doubt you're the only one who doesn't like this idea," you could sense that Chuuya was referring to you, "It's just for a day or so, then you two can go back to being colleagues... or strangers... or whatever the hell you two are to each other."

He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"I expect your cooperation, Akutagawa," Dazai cooed, that icy tone still evident in his voice, "Chuuya's subordinates can be quite problematic-"

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"-but I know it'll be just fine. We'll send you out of town to a secluded house. Don't burn it down, and don't do anything naughty. Alright, so we just wait for- oh?"

You just realised the confusion that contorted your expression was more apparent than you had intended.

"Finally," you heard Chuuya sigh as he walked over to the side of the bed you were 'sleeping' on, "Wake up, nap time's over."

You opened your eyes to find both Dazai and Chuuya on either side of your bed, while Akutagawa stood at the corner of the room, arms crossed, with a look of pure distaste on his face.

"I knew you were eavesdropping," Dazai chimed playfully, "but that saves us the time to explain the current state of affairs, right?"

"But-"

"Not buts," Chuuya spoke up assertively, "you're injured pretty bad. We can't afford to lose you to some half-assed criminal. So do as we say, and it'll be over soon."

You caught a glance at Akutagawa, who looked like he was about to rip your spine out, and averted your eyes to Chuuya, eventually nodding begrudgingly.

"Can you sit up?" Chuuya asked. You wondered what could possibly make sitting up so difficult, until you found out the hard way: your abdomen was bandaged, rather tightly, and when you tried to straighten your back up, sharp bullets of pain shot through your body, making you yelp in discomfort.

"Easy, easy," Chuuya muttered as he held his hands out, offering his assistance. You dismissed him politely and after some time, you managed to sit up.

"What happened?" your mouth felt dry and your throat was parched. It felt like you hadn't spoken for weeks.

"I'll leave Akutagawa with the job of going through the details," Dazai's eyes switched from you to the grumpy boy in the corner, a smug smirk flashing across his lips, "this is going to be interesting. Two of our most capable subordinates in the same quarters... how about it, Chuuya?"

Chuuya sighed and took his coat, making his way to the door. Dazai's light steps advanced to follow behind him.

"It's nothing new... but I'm not up to the chaos they're 'capable' of brewing," Chuuya muttered, "as long as they don't kill each other. Don't do anything stupid, alright?"

He stopped and looked you in the eyes, and then shifted his gaze to Akutagawa. He nodded rigidly.

"Yes, sir," you responded to him as he made his way out. Dazai's sarcastic chuckle reached your ears before the door closed behind them.

"Wake up," you heard the clatter of dishes by your bedside, except that you were in a different place this time: they had already transported both you and Akutagawa away from the city.

Your eyelids cracked open to reveal the dimly lit bedroom. You were hidden from the morning sun's bright rays until Akutagawa briskly unshaded the windows, making you shut your eyes again.

"Good morning to you, too," you mumbled sarcastically as you strained yourself to sit up, ignoring how the stitches across your abdomen pulled at your skin uncomfortably.

"It's 8am. It's about time you get up," he bit back, coming to your side to arrange the cutleries on the tray in preparations to serve you breakfast.

"Tell that to my physically impaired body," your eyes caught his. There was a brief glimpse of sympathy discernible in his gaze, but it was almost immediately replaced by a stoic, impassive stare, as if he suddenly recognised who he was talking to.

He then started rummaging through your bag for a fresh pair of clothes and a set of new bandages. "Take your painkillers," he demanded stiffly.

He left your clothes and bandages at the edge of your bed and made his way out of the room silently. You sighed heavily as you tried to get out of bed with sore muscles.

You barely remembered what happened a few days ago: your opponent wasn't a tough one to fight, but the battle was nothing but a blur to your memory.

Akutagawa was there. You remembered how you two locked eyes with each other, as if it were a scene captured from a pathetic love story, before you felt the sickening warmth around your midriff as blood spluttered out to stain your clothes.

The enemy's mere dagger had pierced through your skin, drawing a huge gash across your abdomen. It was quite a simple injury compared to what you were used to, but the dagger had cut in too deep for its severity to be ignored.

Basically, you could've really died, and the fact that you were in the same quarters as Akutagawa made you wish that you actually did.

Though, it was weird. You were caught off-guard. You were trained to be more careful. You knew you were more cautious than that.

It isn't like you to get injured so easily, Chuuya's voice resounded in your head, echoing eerily.

You took no notice of all the thoughts threatening to send you into a whirlwind of self-loathing conviction. You'll prove yourself another time. For now, you just needed to get through this day you never wished you had to come to.

You saw that Akutagawa had provided some miso soup and what looked like steamed fish, chopped up and arranged nicely on a plate by the bowl. You smiled as needles of nostalgia pierced your soul, but quickly brushed away anything that threatened to soften your heart and got out of bed to freshen up.

There's no way in hell I'm going to stay with this bastard all day.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" twinges of annoyance surged through your temple as you heard his voice call you from the dining room.

"Going for a walk," you replied abruptly, briefly meeting his glare but turning your back to his eyes, which seemed to pierce the back of your shirt like sharp arrowheads. You reached out to get your coat from the coat stand by the door but was startled to find his grip around your wrist.

"Let me go," you huffed sternly, trying to wriggle your hand out of his tight grasp. But he glowered at you with so much resolve, as if going out would trigger the end of the world.

"You're injured, and you want to go out? How stupid can you be?"

"Whoa... what's with the attitude? I just want to get some fresh air."

"Fresh air? Don't be fussy. You're supposed to be resting in bed."

"Oh, and since when did you give a damn, Ryuu?" your vocals seemed to freeze when you called him by his first name. Akutagawa's eyes widened slightly as pangs of reminiscence made him let go off your hand, but he quickly regained his composure and put his guard back up, only to make things worse with his words.

"I don't give a damn about you," his tone was sharp enough to sever your heartstrings, "You never really changed, haven't you?"

"Give me a break. You're going to act all self-righteous again? After all this time?" a satirical smile shielded your damaged feelings.

"Self-righteous? At least I'm not as selfish and stubborn as you!"

Your face was hot with suppressed wrath, making the temptation to slit his throat—right here, right now— all the more appealing... but why... was your wound hurting more than usual?

His voice threatened to rise in volume and in temper, while you wrapped your arm around your waist as the aggravating pain became more unmistakeable.

"Dazai specifically instructed for us to stay out of the enemy's sight-"

"This again?!" your sardonic laughs filled the air, "It has always been that way, right?"

"Is this the part where you blow this argument out of proportion?" he raised his eyebrows in expectance.

"Don't get cocky, Akutagawa! It's always been Dazai this, Dazai that-"

"You're being irrational."

"Irrational?"

You started to feel lightheaded.

"Do you have something to say?" he instigated.

"Don't make me go there, Ryuu," you snarled back.

"You have no place to call me that," he hissed.

"I do whatever the fuck I want. You wanna know why things never worked out between us?"

You could tell your stitches were not doing their job— it felt like they were somehow loosening. Maybe it was because your entire being quivered with rage uncontrollably, or the fact that you were standing longer than you should. Either way, this wasn't how you planned to spend your morning.

"Enlighten me!" this was said through gritted teeth with eyes full of fury. At this point, he was fighting against the temptation to knock you out and bring you back to bed.

"You were soooo fucking obsessed with becoming Dazai's first choice," you hesitated for a while before finishing your sentence, "that you didn't realise you had been mine all along."

His face distorted in stupefaction once you had uttered those words with such finality. He knew that you meant it, and it seemed to provoke confusion in his mind and heart, because his face was riddled with unfathomable disorientation.

"I trusted you with my life, Ryuu!" you were surprised that you could bring yourself to shout, considering how physically weak you were getting by the minute, "but you always overlooked my concern for you. You were so damn fixated on becoming the best for your superior, that you overlooked the fact that you were really the best thing that happened to me!"

"Y-you're not making sense," his cast was that of a stunned child receiving the affection of a distant parent all of the sudden.

"You're right. I don't make sense. Maybe I am blowing this out of proportion," your voice came out in a ramble of indistinct words. You looked down to prove that you were right— your wound was bleeding through your clothes, staining your shirt with blood as your vision became distorted from all the pressure built up in your head and your heart.

"You're bleeding!" Akutagawa raced forward to catch you from falling, arms handling your waist carefully so as not to tamper with your wound, which was starting to bleed profusely.

"No shit," you mutter, eyelids blinking slowly while your head spun in circles.

"Stop talking. Those damn nurses..." Akutagawa clicked his tongue as he thought of what to do.

"Apply pressure... on it... or something," you mumbled incoherently.

"Since when did you get a doctor's degree?" he laid you down on the ground gently.

"Haha... very funny," you voiced groggily.

"Shut your mouth for fuck's sake!" his hand travelled to cover your mouth lightly while his other hand fidgeted to lift your shirt, deep worry building up in his chest.

"The more you speak, the worse you'll feel. Don't strain yourself," his voice was soft, almost as he was genuinely concerned for you.

You couldn't understand why he cared so much, and you didn't even know how to accept this hint of affection.

"Thank you," were the last words he heard before you passed out.

Your body was rested upon the rather stiff bed yet again, but your eyes danced around the room dreamily, searching for him.

Akutagawa had his head buried in his arms on the bed, next to your thighs.

You could barely move— your body felt heavy as trails of anesthetics lingered in your bloodstream. You felt a fresh set of stitches across your abdomen, except that the bandages covering them were a little looser, granting you a little bit more comfort than before.

Your fingers crawled to his head to stroke through his hair gently, making him stir slightly in his sleep. Once you saw the time— 4:43am— you realised that he had been by your side the entire time.

"Ryuu~"

As if gunshots had sounded in the very next room, his posture immediately bolted into an upright stance, as if ready to fight.

"I am awake, I am not sleeping, I was not sleeping," his words were all jumbled up and frantic, but he frowned moodily as he noticed you were laughing at him.

"About time," he yawned meekly, getting up to settle himself in his own bed, which was a short distance next to yours.

"No, no," you struggled a little to inch your body sideways on the bed to make room for him. He squinted his eyes suspiciously at you, but decided that resisting an offer like that seemed foolish at this hour. He rubbed his eyes and snuggled up next to you as you automatically pushed your back against his chest, sheets covering the both of you with warmth and safety. His chin rested on your head as his hands enveloped you from behind.

"Don't go accidentally falling in love with me again," he murmured, his deep voice making his chest vibrate slightly as you laughed scornfully.

"Says the one who confessed to me first," you earned a flick on the forehead for that.

The stillness of the night trapped the two of you in security that was so familiar, yet so unnatural at the same time. Neither of you wanted to let go of this moment, but the bitterness of knowing that such a thing wasn't possible was something you mutually wanted to ignore for now.

"This is nice," he mumbled sleepily.

"Mm..." you hummed, "back to strangers tomorrow huh?"

Strangers?

But weren't you the one that stood in between him and the enemy the other day, taking the injury that he was supposed to be dealing with right at this moment? He was the one who was supposed to be bedridden, not you. He was the one who was supposed to taste the tattered, bitter edges of death's sword, not you.

And yet he didn't dare tell you about what really happened. He didn't want you to know because he knew you cared too much for him, and that sort of care ate away at your soul, leaving behind only fragments for him to love, but never to keep.

And if you came to know of why you did what you did for him on that day, you'd throw yourself into that cycle of withering yourself away again, because loving someone and letting them go eventually is easy, but recognising the fact that you can never let go of this one person because of how much you loved them in the first place was not.

He didn't want to do that to you ever again.

Never again.

But how could he look at you through the eyes of a person who didn't know how you liked your coffee in the morning? Or how you preferred sweet foods over savoury ones? And how was he to forget the way your eyes glistened with sincerity when you told him that he was the best thing that ever happened to you?

Well, fuck.

"I supposed the tension has diffused a little," he replied, smiling slightly, "tread lightly."

"Easy, demon boy," your lips curled up into an egotistical smirk, "You're making it harder to let go."

I wish you never let go in the first place. You're a fucking idiot. I wish you stayed. What if you never left? What would've become of us... if you stuck by me through it all?

Then again, loving someone wasn't supposed to be painful. Why did you put yourself through all that pain?

Why did you go? Hell, why the fuck did you even stay in the first place?

But these were the thoughts he couldn't bring himself to utter.

He buried his face into your hair, and dozed off with you in his arms.

"Goodnight, Ryuu."

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd fanfic #bsd fluff #bsd angst #bsd x y/n #bsd x you #bsd x reader #bsd headcanons #bsd akutagawa #bsd akutagawa ryunosuke #akutagawa headcanons #akutagawa hcs #akutagawa x you #akutagawa x y/n #bsd ryunosuke

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jjk-anime-horray · 3 years

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Past Demons

Dazai Osamu x reader x Oda Sakunosuke

Series Summary: While Dazai finally gets over the death of his friend and moves on with his life, he has to watch him unnaturally return into the would, and now he has to watch him turn twisted and into everything he hated in a way.

Chapter Summary: Dazai goes and rediscovers a part of his past he wanted to leaves behind forever.

Trigger Warnings: Emotional trauma, mentions of extreme violence, mentions of emotional distress, mentions of illegal activities, and strong language.

Previous Chapter: All Dead Ends

Note: This chapter will be following Dazai not the reader just as a disclaimer.

The final dusts of the sunset finally left the vast sky as Dazai finally arrived in the alley, home to the bar with the white and red sign, Lupin.

Dazai wasn't sure if he was going to find him at this old spot of theirs, but it was the only clue he had, and frankly right now he had more questions than answers, and he was going to try to take a chunk out of the void of knowledge currently in his brain.

Did he actually want to be doing this right now, absolutely not, truth is back while he wished his friend was still alive, but he didn't want to see him again. No one wants to keep staring at the dead body of someone they cared about.

He wasn't happy that Odasaku was potentially alive, he was terrified, he doesn't want to encounter the friend that died in his arms. He doesn't want to see the man that he mourned over for years. He doesn't want to relive his pain.

But as he opened the door to the bar Lupin, he knew that his wishes weren't going to be an option.

Not as the bartender called to him saying that someone left a letter for him.

Not as he broke the seal of the envelope to find a note containing his previously dead friend's handwriting.

Not as he read the location on the piece of parchment to be the place where he was supposed to be buried.

Nothing, Dazai can barely think about why he's walking to meet his new nightmare, his body is just moving towards the disaster. His body is moving towards the old trauma, moving towards the pain, moving towards the embodiment of his emotional suffering.

Yet here he was now, standing right infront of the man of his emotional sorrows, sitting on his own grave under the blanket of the night's darkness.

"It's good to see that you again, It's good to see that you grew out of your emo shrimp phrase."

"What is the meaning of this? It's been seven year and you haven't even aged properly." Dazai started to rage, no longer able to contain his own feelings within his body. "You are just sitting there like it's not even your grave! You're acting like nothing happened!! You acting like you didn't bleed out in my arms!!! You're acting like it's normal, like we're just some old chums meeting up after not seeing each other for a year, you're acting like you didn't fucking di-"

"I know I fucking died okay!" Oda roared, like a injured beast just unleashed into the wild for the first time in years. "I was finally at peace, I finally was with them again, and yet that got fucking ripped away from me just like they did!" The words spoken then weren't spoken in rage, but something more destructive than that.

Pain.

Dazai's heart broke like glass dropped on concrete, he didn't know how to stop the stream of tears running down his friends face. In fact, right now he had no idea what to do, or what say. He felt useless. Like the way Oda felt when the bomb when off in that car.

"You're probably thinking why am I alive, the truth is I couldn't tell you. I couldn't tell you how long i've or better to say my body actually has been alive either, all I remember is that I when my body re-aligned with my mind I was already fully dressed in civilian clothes walking down a street. I couldn't tell you what i've done, I couldn't tell you what I was used for, I couldn't tell you why I was resurrected, but I know I'm going to rip apart who did this too me, RUINED MY PEACE! Don't try to stop me."

Dazai was frozen when is friend walked past him and left, but he didn't reach out, he didn't even know if he could. All he knew was that he was his fifteen year old self again, trying to hold on to what he and Oda had in the past. That he would ultimately have to let go again.

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smoochi-dazai · 4 years

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Hello there, can you do headcanons on how Atsushi, Dazai, Kunikida and Chuuya would react if they found out their fem s/o could sing opera? Like she’s not a professional, but she is self taught and has a powerful soprano voice and she sings Carmen’s Habanera like an angel basically? And they find out through her singing in the shower, through karaoke, etc. If you want to do this imagine thank you! 🙏💕🌹🍷✨

✿ “ Love is a rebellious bird ” ✿

—> Bungo Stray Dogs, Atsushi, Dazai, Kunikida, Chūya + PM Dazai | Reader

—> Sweet | hcs

—> Description | Atsushi, Dazai, Kunikida and Chūya react to a s/o who’s a talented, self taught opera singer.

+ I’m not sure how this turned out, sorry for taking so long <3 This is my first time writing for Atsushi, Kunikida and Chuya so i was super worried. TwT

Nakajima Atsushi

✿ Atsushi along with his s/o lived together, similar to Kyōka - Dazai suddenly roomed these two together with some kind of scheme. Using a cover up of keeping her safe, even though the s/o was plenty able to protect herself.

✿ The least Dazai expected was for these two not to start dating. It had been a couple months time before they even developed some feelings, but the love was intoxicating the air.

✿ Eventually becoming more affectionate publicly, small kisses on the cheek, hand holding- it was all some cute puppy love. Forming into something more genuine.

✿ While his s/o were roomed together with him, it wasn't uncommon for Atsushi to be out of the house at work. Or the other way around while his s/o still searched for a job.

✿ Thankfully Atsushi recommended to be an assistant at the ADA, if his s/o had no interest in all the violence and fighting as a proper member.

✿ The day Atsushi was first introduced to his s/o’s powerful voice for singing was while she was in the shower.

✿ He had towels for s/o and a spare change of fresh new clothes, but the poor boy didn’t want to interrupt their singing. opening the door ever so slightly, he put the clothes inside then shut the door again. No intension on invading his s/o’s privacy.

✿ Atsushi would mostly likely sit outside the door to listen to his s/o’s singing. It captured his heart honestly, poor boy was speechless.

✿ Never had he heard such a strong voice, he saw you as such a beautiful singer, let alone someone who slept right next to him ?! he couldn’t believe his ears.

✿ Poor boy ends up being hit by the door when his s/o came out of the bathroom, now changed in light clothes and a towel over their shoulders that had been partially dampened..

✿ Atsushi stared at his s/o in awe. Unable to say a word he just stares at s/o for an uncomfortable amount of time.

✿ Once Atsushi snaps out of it, he’s complimenting his s/o all day.

✿ When I say all day, I mean all day.

✿ Atsushi had no idea you were capable of something so, amazing. He knew you were talented, but never grasped the fact you could control your voice for opera?!

✿ He wont force you to sing for him or anything, but every once in a while he may ask.

✿ Overall, Atsushi was in love with the singing. He wouldn't question much, he’d be too busy complimenting it all.

Dazai Osamu

✿ These two first met at the cafe beneath the ADA’s head office.

✿ While the others were screaming at each other over work, Dazai left for some peace and quiet. The least he was expecting was a new waitress coming to his table with the cutest little smile.

✿ Dazai would do his typical flirts, asking to commit a lovers suicide.

✿ Each time he was declined, for obvious reasons haha.

✿ Visit upon visit, Dazai would show up much more frequently then the rest of his friends in the ada.

✿ They started to be on a first name basis which was a surprise, because even the ADA members call him by his surname.

✿ The day Dazai visited and found the cafe trashed up because of a group of thugs? he was beyond upset. s/o was knocked out cold on the ground, while the head of the cafe was clenching onto his hand that bled.

✿ After the ada caught the ones behind the attack and taught them a lesson, Dazai offered to take care of s/o at his place. She meekly accepted his offer.

✿ Being around someone more casual was refreshing and new, the rest of the people he knew were always work busy and overall just rude to him. Stick in the muds as he’d put it.

✿ S/o was gentle with him, always worried if he got injured- it was odd.

✿ At first he began rejecting her, but she’d still come to his place with groceries and cook for him.

✿ Falling her her more and more, Dazai joked less about his suicidal tendencies. Becoming more serious with his issues, he’d vent to s/o for relief. Even when she didn’t say anything in return, it was still comforting.

✿ Eventually these two started dating, Dazais flirtatious habits died off and he was always focused on his s/o. Some may say he was a bit obsessive, but Dazai was just afraid he’d lose what made him want to live.

✿ Their first date was simple, going out to town and just walking together hand in hand. They ate together, shopped a little- that was until he felt his s/o insist on pulling his arm, pointing at a building across the street.

✿ Dazai thought his s/o was pointing in the direction of a pathway leading to a river.

✿ “ You want to commit a lovers suicide in the river? “ I never said he completely got rid of the jokes- even if they hold a little truth.

✿ “ No moron! Karaoke is tonight !! “

✿ “ oh. “

✿ Pouting, his s/o dragged him to the building. Not minding that they were alone, she just wanted an excuse to sing for her lover.

✿ Thats the night she first sung for Dazai- he wasn’t aware of her talent in singing before-hand so this man was in pure awe.

✿ Dazai leaned back in his chair, eyes never once leaving his s/o’s form when she sung to him. A smile formed on his features uncontrollably, the singing wasn’t any singing of a casual for fun. It was Opera-

✿ He constantly wanted to speak up and say how amazing his s/o was, but stayed respectful. keeping his mouth quiet.

✿ Afterwards, Dazai showers his s/o in love. Kisses, words- you name it.

✿ “ Your voice was so powerful, ah~ I could die! “

✿ Dazai claims that if it were to continue he may faint from the beauty, saying his s/o was an angel sent from above to take care of him.

✿ His s/o better be prepared- because the next day she goes to work. all the ada detectives were sitting down like usual, but that's when Dazai takes it upon himself to drag s/o onto his lap and start bragging about her.

✿ Dazai tries to make her sing again, but the poor girl is embarrassed looking down at her lap.

✿ Overall this boy is all over his s/o, bragging to the world that she is talented as hell. Will often tease her for blushing when he asks her to sing for him.

Kunikida Doppo

✿ This man didn’t plan on meeting the woman of his dreams for another 3-5 years as he stated many times, which would then lead to marriage.

✿ But when you became an assistant at the ADA he couldn't keep his eyes off you, always coming with excuses as to why he’d stare.

✿ Dazai constantly teased him over this-

✿ “ Is it true? Kunikida has the hots for our new assistant?~ “ Dazai teases, only to be tossed away.

✿ “ I am only keeping an eye for her for the safety of our office, plus she may need guidance around the office. “

✿ “ Sureee.. “

✿ He never planned on becoming super close to the new assistant, but the way she smiled at him always kept his heart fluttering. The determination held in her eyes whenever he gave advise, it was something he appreciated.

✿ Unlike Dazai, she wasn't always on her ass. The potential love of his life was always on her feet, keeping her work a priority.

✿ It got to the point, she was kunikidas go-to person for assistance. Need coffee? she’d get it for him, need to shut up Dazai? he is already out the window. She’d never failed to meet his expectations, a true blessing. Even helping his with paperwork became a regular whenever he was fatigued.

✿ He never involved himself with romance, especially around work. But he couldn’t help but fall for you as time went by, dazai pointing it out made it more obvious to himself. he was changing because of his s/o.

✿ It takes a couple years to actually get together, this man is always busy with his work and ideals. So even though it takes so long, id say its worth it. He deeply cares for his s/o even if he isnt always fun and romantic-

✿ The first time he hears his s/o sing was when they were off work for once, just resting at home on the couch. However, kunikida still insisted on working from home.

✿ His s/o had to convince him to leave.

✿ “ Can you at least listen to me sing? I’ve been practicing... i thought you’d want to listen. “

✿ Sing? this was the first time he heard of his s/o singing. He never wrote that down, time to add it to the list of talents he figures out his s/o has.

✿ He was convinced to listen to one song, thankfully. So his s/o dragged him to the living room, siting him down as she sat in front of him.

✿ At the start, he never once put his notebook down. Writing random jots in there about she could only assume- it was about her.

✿ So while singing, she carefully takes the book from his hand, catching Kunikidas attention.

✿ After the singing, Kunikida was almost in tears- nowhere in his notebook did it say his girlfriend would be this talented.

✿ He’d grab her shoulders, staring eye to eye with her. It was an intense stare only to be glossy, tearing up. Explaining how that was so beautiful.

✿ Overall, Kunikida is gushing over the beauty. There will be a lot of explaining as to how his s/o is perfect in his eyes.

Chūya Nakahara

✿ Chuya first met his s/o through the Mafia, s/o weren’t all that special. Just another person beneath him in terms of rank, he didn’t know much about them honestly.

✿ It wasn’t til he ran into his future s/o during a meeting with fellow executives and their leader, Mori.

✿ S/O was playing with Elise on the opposite side of the room, Chuya was much more focused on Mori for obvious reasons at first. But then his ears pick up on s/o braiding Elise hair and humming for her.

✿ Honestly it was pretty sweet, s/o was a beauty he’d admit.

✿ Suddenly, Mori called s/o over. Advising her to follow Chuya on a mission to retrieve information from a colleague in question.

✿ At first Chuya would question why she of all people would be sent with him, but that look in her eyes gave it away. S/O wasn’t any normal mafia member, her dull eyes still held a sparkle. Serious about their mission.

✿ Something about it was intimidating?

✿ Its never right to judge a book by its cover, Chuya knew that. But he still couldnt grasp that someone as motherly as the s/o was capable of hurting even a fly.

✿ S/o was there to keep him under control, Mori was all too aware of Chuyas hot-headed approach to issues. But Chuya still was trustworthy enough.

✿ It became a regular for s/o to join Chuya on jobs.

✿ Turns out she was born without any kind of agility. She was the most human you could get, but that didn’t stop him from admiring her. She seemed like a mystery at first.

✿ S/O was capable of high levels of martial arts, even rivalling him. Though Chuya still would have the upper hand, just from having a little more experience in the mafia.

✿ s/o would lure people in with her singing, then he’d deal with them.

✿ S/O gained the nickname ‘ Siren ‘ for her beautiful vocals, while deadly even without Chuya at her side.

✿ After almost a year working together, Chuya gained feelings for the women at his side. the feelings were mutual, s/o and Chuya were just too caught up in work to confess.

✿ He would compliment s/o for a job well done, her singing was truthfully very alluring.

✿ It was only recently where he found her on an empty bridge in Yokohama.

✿ She seemed to be preparing to sing on her own, maybe practicing for future missions. If she sung on the streets she’d probably make more money then the mafia gave her.

✿ Chuya kept himself hidden away in the shadows of night, watching his s/o who was doing small exercises for her vocals.

✿ S/O began to sing opera, which was new to him. Shutting his eyes, Chuya couldnt help but smile. He never saw himself dating such a talented young women. Someone to call his own.

✿ Even when he’d murder someone before her eyes, she never once seemed disgusted. Never found herself question his motives, not even tease him for his outbursts.

✿ He adored his s/o through in through.

✿ When his s/o finishes singing, he’d finally reveal himself. out of the blue, his s/o would be pulled into a hug.

✿ “ That was beautiful, who knew i’d date someone so damn talented. Holy shit. “

✿ Chuya wouldn't bombard his s/o in compliments like others, it would be more shown through actions. A kiss on the head with his arms wrapped around her waist.

✿ Chuya would be happy, alone on the bridge with s/o.

✿ Overall this man would get a little distracted on missions because of that beautiful voice, may have to snap him out of it during serious times. Be prepared for hugs, and many pecks on the lips.

Bonus !! Port Mafia Dazai

✿ Dazai first met his S/O in Lupins bar, one night where he went to meet with Odasaku for a couple drinks. He heard a women in the opposite corner of the bar humming to herself.

✿ Having nothing to do with her, the smaller hums were relaxing to just think during before he made his leave.

✿ Frequent visits later- Dazai found himself showing up for her, more then the drinks. Often alone, he’d just come to listen to the women hum, or even sing sometimes.

✿ She rarely properly sung in order to leave the peace at the bar serene. Having no interest in making someone uncomfortable.

✿ One day he visited and finally spoke to her, even praising her just for a mere tune that created a beautiful atmosphere in a normally gloom bar.

✿ Days on end, Dazai would insist on her singing for him. Free time? he’d be spending that time at the bar. He was often curious as to why the talented women was stuck at a cheap bar like Lupins. Yet, she never seemed to answer his question. So he left it be.

✿ That’s how they end up getting closer and started dating. Visiting almost everyday to see one another- The women never questioned his often dull expression as days pass by.

✿ Who knew she had been the single thing keeping him to hold some faith in humanity, or even himself.

✿ As the visits became daily and they started dating, she often would leave the bar and sing for Dazai outdoors. It allowed her to use all her vocals, no matter how loud she may be.

✿ Hums, small tunes, singing then- Opera. Something she always found interest in. Feeling confident to sing for Dazai after really knowing each other.

✿ The first time his S/O grabs his hand before he even sat himself down, he knew something was up. Rather it was good or bad had been the real question.

✿ “ I wanted to try something new for you “

✿ Dazai had no idea what he was instore for, but accepted it anyways. Sitting himself on the ground crisscross.

✿ That was the first time she had sung an Opera for him. It was purely her voice, no instruments in the background or some music video online. It was live, right in front of his eyes.

✿ Boy was this mafia executive in Awe. His S/O was beautiful, and not just that. She was talented !!

✿ Dazai being in the mafia hasn’t any experience in the world of singing, yes he often would hum random tunes through boredom. But her voice was so strong, and held control throughout the whole performance.

✿ Once his S/O finished singing, Dazai was speechless. Eyes sparkling like a child as he stands up and grasps her hands. There was hardly space in between them, but he pays no attention towards that.

✿ “ That was outstanding !! How’d you do that ?? “

✿ Honestly he didn’t give her time to answer his question, before asking a million more. Dazai was just in love with her voice, even more than before. It was stronger then any person he’s fought against. How could someone be so talented and it not be an ability or something?

✿ Overall this boy is in shock, he’s absolutely in love with the singing and insists on his s/o doing it more for him on the days off work.

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fairy-writes · 1 year

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Hey, i was hoping you could write a oneshot of Dazai falling for someone who eventually comes out to him as Cupioromantic? (For clarification in case you need it, someone who's cupioromantic doesnt feel romantic attraction but would still like to engage in romantic activities ((cuddles kisses etc)) with a platonic partner.)

LITTLE BIRD

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing(s): Dazai Osamu x Gender Neutral!Reader

Genre(s): Idk again, fluff, I think? It’s definitely fluffy at the end.

Notes: So I really struggled with this one. But I hope I did the request justice!

I reference my oneshot “Caged Bird,” which is Dazai x Reader, quite a bit.

Also, Dazai-typical mentions of suicide, so beware of that.

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Dazai really doesn’t know how he started to care so much.

Sure he joked about wanting to commit suicide with someone, and some part of him did, but caring about someone? That wasn’t in his plans.

It all started with you.

He had met you when you were both fifteen. You had been almost kidnapped by a Port Mafia member fone rogue with some documents Mori had sent Dazai to retrieve. Why he had sent Dazai, Dazai will never know. But in a way, he was grateful because he had met you.

The attempted kidnapping had gone terribly, with the man doing the act activating his ability and nearly suffocating you with a giant snake. But then you activated your own ability; hundreds of thousands of swallows pecked the snake and the man clean of flesh, leaving only bones in their wake.

He hadn’t seen you for years after that. When he had, you were both twenty—two years after leaving the Port Mafia and scouring all of Yokohama for you. He wanted to talk to you, wanted to see if your ability would work on him. It would have been a beautiful way to die.

But when he met you, mentioning suicide was the first thing out of his mouth, and you got very, very concerned. You had declined his double-suicide offer and insisted he got help. He had said no with a laugh and proceeded to become something of a friend.

But Dazai didn’t have friends.

Getting close to people like that wasn’t his forte and wasn’t safe for them. Look what happened to Odasaku. So he kept everyone at a distance, performing silly antics to keep them entertained and off his trail. Everyone believed it.

Everyone except you. You saw right through him.

You showed up at his apartment after joining the Armed Detective Agency with a cup of coffee and a smile on your face.

That had been the beginning of his fall.

The two of you began to be paired together for missions when Kunikida wasn’t available.

Which began to happen more often than not, strangely enough.

You always showed up with a cup of coffee and that smile that started to set his heart racing.

Why was his heart racing? Was he having a heart attack? That would have been such a stupid way to die.

He only figured out what these feelings were when you almost died.

It should have been an easy job. Just get in, get the information, and get out. But Akutagawa from the Port Mafia had been there, looking for the same information, and had attacked.

You were injured before Dazai could cancel out his former protege’s ability. Yosano said it wasn’t that bad, just a gash to your abdomen, but Dazai wanted to scream that she hadn’t been there! Hadn’t felt the despair and sheer panic that came with watching someone he cared about fall to the ground, holding your innards in with bloody fingers.

Someone he cared about?

Did he care about you that much?

He confronted you about it when you were both at your apartment. He had insisted on holding your bag of bloody clothes while you walked next to him. You had complained, saying you were “100% healed and could carry your own bag; thank you very much.”

“I just don’t want you to strain yourself, my little bird.” He had teased and delighted in how you pouted in embarrassment, puffing your cheeks with air and crossing your arms as you refused to look at him.

Your apartment was, coincidentally, right next to his in the Agency apartment complex. You unlocked your door and let him inside, both of you changing your shoes for indoor slippers, and you bustled about in the kitchen while he set your bag down on the coffee table. Then, taking a seat on one of the barstools at your kitchen island, he watched as you prepared some tea for the two of you.

A copious amount of honey in yours, nothing added to his. Just the way he liked it.

You remembered.

His heart stuttered when you sat next to him, elbows brushing, and you surprised him by leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Thank you for helping me, Dazai.” You said, and he found himself leaning his head on yours.

“Osamu. You can call me Osamu.” He heard himself saying. You hummed, and he could feel your smile against his shoulder.

“Thank you for helping me, Osamu.”

After your tea was long gone, you were both sitting on your couch, and a show played quietly. Dazai didn’t bother to pay attention. Instead, he watched as you played with his hands. His coat was draped over the back of the couch, leaving him in his vest, button-down, and bolo tie.

Your head was leaned against his shoulder again, his leaning on yours. Your fingers fiddled with his, occasionally intertwining them together or just pressing your palms together to compare hand sizes. His fingers were longer than yours; they had always been long and slender. But you didn’t seem to care.

“I care about you, ya know?” He mumbled, and you paused in what you were doing.

“In what way?” You asked, and he stopped. How did he care for you? Was it love? No, he didn’t think he was capable of that.

“I don’t know. But I just know I don’t want to see you hurt, little bird.” He whispered, and you turned to face him. You looked at him seriously, searching his brown eyes as you searched for the words to say.

“I care about you too. Not in a romantic way; I don’t feel that kind of thing.” You replied, and he turned his hands over so he could hold yours.

“What do you mean?” He asked, and now you looked nervous, fidgeting in place and refusing to meet his eyes. Dazai took a calculated leap of faith and pressed his hand to your cheek. Immediately, you pressed your own hand to his and kept his hand to your face.

“I don’t feel romantic attraction. But I still want to do all the things a couple does. I think it’s called cupioromantic? I’m still trying to figure everything out.” You whisper and look away, but he turns your face to look at him.

He kisses you that day. With soft gasps and the gentle cradling of your face.

“I care for you, little bird. I’m glad you told me.” He whispers against your mouth, and he feels you smile.

“I care for you too, Osamu.”

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xsugarysweetsx · 4 years

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Can I request a Chuuya x Dazai's sister reader? Like the reader was apart of the Port Mafia but left, anf broke up with Chuuya in the process. But anyways, maybe have some fluffy (or badass) moments before she leaves, and then maybe when she breaks up with him, and then last is when they fight against each other (and maybe the reader dies or sm. Im in the mood for fluffy angst for some reason). But really do whatever, please and thank you!

Please enjoy~🍰

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“Hey Chu,“ you poke your head into his office “how’s the paperwork going?“ you walk over to his desk and rest an arm over the head of his chair. He lets out a sigh and spins around to face you

“Well I’m knee deep in work, so shitty“ he cursed as he opened his arms. You know exactly what he wanted. You slide into his lap and nuzzle into his neck

“We could have some wine, soak in a bath, relax” you offer laying a kiss to his warm skin “How does that sound?”

“Better than this, but I need to get work done,“ he cups your face a kisses your lips “Maybe later tonight“

“You also need to get your hands off my sister“ a sudden voice is heard in the room. You both look to the door to see your older brother, Dazai Osamu. His right eye covered in bandages, his left gazing at you both. Nonetheless, you stay in your spot gazing back at him.

“Oh shut up you suicidal bastard“ Chuuya groans as he keeps his arms around you

“Either way we need to get going, the boss just gave us an assignment.“ he walks to the desk and lays a folder on his desk. He picks it up and takes a look at the paper.

“Hm, when do we start?“ his eyes scanned the letters and annotations as you stand up from your previous spot.

“Right now“ your brother said bluntly. With a heavy groan he stands and grabs his long coat. Dazai ruffles your hair and says

“I’ll be back soon alright“ you smile a him

“Be careful“ you say as Chuuya comes behind you and embraces your figure. His head resting on your shoulder

“You stay out of trouble“ he kisses your cheek and was off

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It was a stormy night, the hard pitter patter of rain hits the window pane. You were tucked into Chuuya’s side, making small patterns on his porcelain skin. You both had just finished a passionate session, and now you were basking in the afterglow. His steady breathing and heart keeping you close. Yet a question was lingering in your mind. Something very important.

“Chuuya?“ you say softly

“Yes love?“ his favorite nickname for you. He only use it in private or when no one was around to hear

“I’ve been thinking about something, what would..“ you take a pause “What would our lives be like if we weren’t in the mafia? Like...what if we left?”

Yes, you had wanted to leave the Mafia. It was a decision between you and your brother. He believed this was no life for you to live and you needed better. That meant leaving everything behind. Him, the mafia, even Chuuya, and it broke your heart having to leave the two people you loved the most.

Dazai said he would be fine and he’d leave a while after. But you had to break it to Chuuya.

“Now that’s stupid idea” you heart sunk “If we left no only would we have people after us, but we would probably struggle. Besides, I don’t have anything else..the mafia is all I know” he said bluntly

He feels you pull away a bit and looks to you “You alright?”

“Y-yeah...just tired is all. Goodnight Chuuya” you flip on to your other side giving him your back

“Goodnight Y/N...” he said a bit skeptically. You try and keep your breath under control as you quietly let tears fall. How could you possibly leave now? How would he react?

..........

How could you have possibly gotten here...

Bloody and injured in the arms of your ex boyfriend. Taking his hit going for Dazai. The fight was over you leaving and breaking up with him. He thought Dazai was forcing you to leave him and the mafia.

He had caught you near the port ready to get into a taxi with your things. You didn’t have the heart to tell him face to face so you wrote him a letter. Just as you were going to get in he runs towards the car with rage in his eyes.

Instead of going for you he swung that your brother. Trying to stop this madness you had gotten in the middle of Chuuya’s attack. His ability going straight to your side. You were loosing blood and quickly

“Y/N look at me! Don’t close your eyes damn it!“ his gloved hand holding the side of your stomach trying to stop bleeding. “please babe, just look at me please“

Your vision is hazy, his voice was muffled, your body was aching in pain. You were struggling to keep your eyes open. You groan in pain as Chuuya picks you up and starts running. His heart was racing and his head was pounding, how could he do this? Of all people to hurt in the world why you??

Running inside to the medic he lays you on the exam table carefully and pushes your hair out of the way. The color had drained from your face, your usually happy smile was gone.

“Hey open your eyes, please“ he pleads to you

“I...I love you Chuuya...b-but I..can’t continue h-here-“

“I know love,“ he cuts you off “save your energy“ he looks deep into your eyes as they fall close. The medic escorted them outside the room to attend to you. They close the door and left both Dazai and Chuuyato wait.

....

It had felt like hours but they were done. They had patched you up, and get you some painkillers. Doctor explained that you were in a very fragile state, and will be asleep for a while, a week at most. despite hearing the news Chuuya took his seat next to you and held your hand. He’d wait years if it meant having you awake

“You know you can’t be with her.“ Dazai said standing at the foot foot of the bed “You want her to be happy and safe, this is no place for her. If you truly love her, you’ll let her go“ he spoke his peace and left the room without another glance. He knew that if he looked at your face again, not even he would be able to let you go.

“Y/N, my love, my life, my entire damn universe“ he brings your hand up to his lips and kisses it “You can’t hear me right now but please know I love you more than my own life. I had thought about what you said, I wanted to give you that life and more. A house for us both, maybe a few kids....but we can’t be to....toge..” he couldn’t even finish The sentence, as his heart clenched. He could never imagine life without you in it. But this was the way to go.

Dazai was right, someone like him can never give you the peaceful life you deserve. With a heavy heart he stood his feet, leans over and kiss your lips gently one final time. He takes his glove off and caresses the skin of your cheek. He’s calloused hands against your soft cheek with something he would miss more than anything. He quickly shut his eyes he feels the tears well up his eyes. This is the final goodbye, but if you meant your happiness and safety then so be it.

He looks to the ground, then turns to leave. Without looking back this is the final time he would ever be in the presence of his world.

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