#So we don’t have as much angst as BSD

[aureatchi]

“I GET LOST INSIDE ALL THE STARS IN YOUR EYES, IT’S A GALAXY.” ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, nikolai, sigma

— how do the bsd men kiss you? (& other things.)

a/n. rev writes this knowing well she’s awkward w physical touch ‘n has never kissed a guy. hdjshsh.

info. fem!reader. fluff !! + a bit sugg. established relationships. kissing, making out. mentions of bsd s5ep11 spoilers for dazai. pinch of angst if you squint.

DAZAI loves to listen to you ramble. he loves listening to you pour out your mind’s lively ideas to him out loud, whether it’d be something super philosophical that could match even his intellect, or something insignificant like the tv show you were watching last night before you fell asleep, waiting for him to come home. he is fascinated by anything and everything you say—so much, he wants to shroud the part of your body that speaks with love.

Which, of course, applied when Dazai finally returned to you from Meursault, after what had seemed like himself or you trying to cross the infinite sea of time.

You ran towards Dazai, his face clear and unhidden from the full moon’s light. He stood there with the biggest smile on his face, waiting for you to wrap your arms around his neck and envelope his taller figure in your embrace, but oh, he shouldn’t assume and expect loving gestures so quickly.

Instead, he was met with a fist to his chest, a punch with quite some power packed into it. Not enough to actually hurt him, of course, but Dazai would react dramatically either way.

“O-Ow! Bella!? What was that for?”

He looked down at you, catching an emotion as intense as fire in your eyes as you met his concerned, honey-dipped ones back, realizing you were being serious. Your fist was still connected to his upper body, and he stole a quick glance to observe your state—good, she’s been taking care of herself; she hasn’t skipped her meals—before meeting your face once again.

You let him bathe in a few moments of anxious silence before you finally started shouting.

“You didn’t even warn me!”

“I had no idea where you were!”

“Do you know how scared I felt?!”

Dazai continued to stand in place, not backing away when you continued to throw feeble punches at his torso with every frustration you cried out, when tears started to fall from your eyes, and when you stopped boxing him to surrender into his chest but not holding your tongue just yet.

“You’re so stupid and insane for this one, Osamu. Prison?! And you couldn’t even get a telephone to…yknow? Call me? Talk to me? I hate y—”

“Shh.”

Dazai had cupped your face, and before you could speak anymore, he sealed his lips over yours. Immediately, you kissed him back, abandoning all anger toward him by his action.

His eyes were half-lidded as he admired how yours looked in the silver moonlight. Up close, you were encompassed in his signature smell of green tea and a hint of mint, tempting you to keep him close to you even more.

“I…missed you so much, ‘samu” you said in between kisses.

“I’ve missed you even more.” You were lifted off of your feet, legs wrapped around his waist, as Dazai continued to press his mouth onto yours. He meant what he said—he savored the feeling of your warmth on him and the taste of your lips once again after not having it for so long. And robbing you of the same bliss along with it.

“I’m so sorry. I’ll make everything up to you, love,” he whispered as your hands found their way to sift through his soft, brunette hair. “I’ll kiss you as many times as you wish.”

“I’m sure you will even when I don’t wish,” you replied as you both pulled away for air, chuckling. “You’re not sly—we both know you kiss me to shut me up.”

“And I don’t see a problem with it?” he asked, his usual smug smile returning to his face before he gently peppered your forehead next.

“No. No, I don’t either.”

CHUUYA loves to spoil you. the top mafia executive spoils you with gifts, jewelry, accessories, breakfast…lunch…dinner, you name it. he also loves to spoil you with affection. after long days at work, he is always relieved to come home to the one good and comforting person in the world.

“Welcome home, Chuuya!” you greeted as you heard the front door open, the ginger-haired entering the house.

“Whatever you’re making smells delicious, doll,” he responded in a delightful tone, probably the first time he spoke so pleasantly all day.

You smiled. “I just finished making dinner.”

He walked toward you in the kitchen, pulling you into a hug.

“What’s up?” you replied, giggling at embrace as you wrapped your arms around him in return.

“Just missed you, that’s all,” Chuuya replied. “ You’re heaven-sent, yknow.”

You felt touched by his words. “I missed you too, Chuu,” you replied. “And I’m glad you feel that way. You deserve the best, and that’s what I’m trying to be.”

“Doll, you are the best. And you deserve the best,” he responded.

“Like this.” He gently lifted the custom necklace clasped around you. It was his present for one of your anniversaries, brought from some foreign country.

“But you deserve even more than material things.” He moved hair out of your face as he looked into your eyes.

He then moved closer to your face until his lips brushed over yours, and you could feel the warmth of his face.

“Something like this,” he said and then kissed you.

Luxurious as he was, his cologne smelled the same, completely engulfing you in his world. Chuuya showed you just how much you deserved by trailing his hands down to your waist, soothingly adoring every part. Meanwhile, his cerulean eyes gazed into yours, recording how pretty you looked to save in his mind.

“You’re so beautiful, doll.”

He felt you smile against his lips. “And you’re so handsome.” You broke away and then took the hat off of Chuuya’s head.

“You’re like…the person who can pull off the fedora the best.” You placed the hat on your head, his scent even more prominent on that accessory.

“You say that, yet I think I have competition now. Y’look cute with it on too.” Chuuya smiled, approving you with his signature hat.

You placed a kiss on his cheek. “Let’s eat now before the food gets cold.”

RANPO was very high-maintenance. you had to buy him snacks, you had to give him hugs, you had to do anything in the best wishes of the world’s greatest detective or else…he’d whine. and once he started complaining, he would not back down until you gave in. yet, however childish he was, you found him cute and didn’t love ranpo any less for his call of your affection.

“Ranpo! What do you need?”

Your boyfriend had run into the bathroom where you were trying to do your makeup, currently putting lipstick on your face.

“ ‘m really hungry,” he said, obnoxiously staring at you apply the red shade to your lips.

“Hungry? Oh, the snacks are in the pantry. I thought you’d already seen them?”

“No! I don’t want them!”

“Huh?” You paused and immediately turned toward him in utter disbelief that he had just declined his favorite food.

“Are you okay, Ranpo?”

“No!” He was unanticipatedly so loud that you flinched, accidentally running the lipstick off your mouth.

“…You’re not looking for snacks?”

“No!”

“Then what do you want?!”

“You!”

There was an awkward silence, and you noticed Ranpo’s face had gone entirely the shade of your lip as he stood, pouting.

It was apparent he was embarrassed for what he just blurted out. You almost wanted to laugh.

“You could’ve just asked me!” you replied with a chuckle in your voice. “Come here.”

Ranpo trodded toward you, still visibly frustrated.

“What do you want?” you asked.

“Well, first of all, you didn’t kiss me before I left for work this morning!”

You sighed, amused that he was whining so much because of that. And how he would never directly admit what he wanted from you—always making you have to solve puzzles and guess riddles to figure him out.

But it was also incredibly endearing how Ranpo took all your affections toward him to heart, no matter how big or small they were.

“Awh, I’m sorry I missed that,” you replied. “I’ll make that up to you.”

You kissed Ranpo’s cheek, stamping a red signature on the spot. You moved to his other cheek, and then his forehead, and then everywhere in between until he was covered in your smooches.

“Look!” you turned Ranpo toward the mirror for him to see what art you’ve created on him.

“You’re forgetting one place,” he said, turning his face to look at all angles.

“Really? Where?” you asked. He surely didn’t need anymore—his whole face showed proof you touched him everywhere with your lips.

“Here stupid, duuuuh,” he responded, kissing you on the lips. He moved your back to the edge of the sink counter, and then lifted you up to sit on it.

“Hungry, are you?” you giggled as he teased you with his tongue. “I avoided that spot on purpose, stupid.”

“Who are you calling stupid, stupid?” He ran his thumb over the stain your lipstick messed up on. You could feel him smirk.

“You, stupid! It was your fault after all. And look at your face!”

“Sweetheart, if you’re calling me stupid, you are too. One, you’re just stupid, and two, you’re stupid for being with me!”

You pulled back, laughing. “If I must be stupid to be with you, then I guess I’m stupid.”

“There’s a solution! If you call me smart, it’ll make you smart.”

“Fine, Ranpo. You’re the smartest person I know in this world.”

NIKOLAI loves surprising you. he finds your sudden reactions nothing short of adorable. which is why he caught you off-guard so much, so that he could see the cute responses you made, duh? widened eyes, mini jumps, and yelps were a few things he oddly took delight in.

Which is why the jester loves to surprise you with a kiss whenever he greets you. Though, whenever he does, you receive no warning. And you never know whether he wants to give you a simple peck on the lips or a full-on makeout session. It was expected to always be unexpected.

You were walking down the hallway to your room with a basket of clean laundry when you suddenly heard the all-too-familiar cheery, charismatic voice.

“Dove being productive, hm?” he chirped.

You scanned the entire room with your eyes, but you couldn’t see Nikolai anywhere, even though there was nowhere to hide.

“Kolya?”

“Hehe…I think it’s time for a quiz time!! Where am I?

“Am I here?” You heard a swift movement to the right of you, but as you turned, nothing was there.

“Orrr, here?” Now, you felt something brush your left side, but once again, when you turned to look, you were greeted only by Casper.

“How about here?” His voice was suddenly quieter but closer, more intimate.

You felt his frame against your back.

“Kolya!” you jolted in reflex, dropping the laundry basket—not expecting Nikolai to appear right behind you—but then, he surprised you even more by turning your face to the side and crashing his lips into yours.

He was so tall that he could easily lean over you to kiss you from behind your back.

You made a muffled squeal, and in the next moment, Nikolai had you against the wall with your hands above your head.

He stared at you as if nothing else in the world mattered because he already knew the reaction he would get out of you. You felt so shy and vulnerable under his complete gaze, but Nikolai was also mean—he didn’t allow you to move an inch to save face.

He wanted to enjoy the full show.

“H-hey! You can at least blink…” you blurted out when he finally let your face go, though he immediately grabbed you again seconds after.

“Hm? What’d you say, dove?” he asked, kissing you again. Your cheeks were flushed, and your lips were so soft and tasted like candy—how could he not be greedy for more?

“You’re so cute, baby!” he exclaimed when he finally pulled back. You were panting—Nikolai showed no mercy when he wanted you to himself.

But you still smiled in return when he gently bopped you on the nose with his mouth, a stark contrast to what he just did.

“Ah, did I get carried away?” He only then noticed you out of breath. “Sorry, I just missed you so much!”

“It’s alright,” you replied, hugging him, the scent of strawberry cake lingering on his body. “Though, whatever happened to a hi; hello?”

“You’ll never get anything boring from me, dove,” Nikolai giggled. “That’s one thing I’m certain of.”

SIGMA treats you like the most precious thing in the world, a princess. you need your shoes tied? oh, he’s on the floor with the laces. you need to go somewhere? he’s driving you there. you want to visit the sky casino? he would rig all the games so that you’d win every time. sigma is sweet and polite—he would always make sure you are fine with something before going ahead with it.

“How about here? I think this is a nice spot.”

“Okay! Let’s set our stuff here then.”

You and Sigma set down everything you brought for your evening picnic on the hills. The spot he had pointed out was directly in front of the sun setting behind the mountains, its golden glow bathing the earth in the day’s final hour of light.

Once all the food was organized on the blanket, you took out a couple of ribbons from your pocket.

“Do you want me to help you?” Sigma asked as you tried to figure out where to put them in your already-styled hair without a mirror. He noticed your struggle.

“Oh! Sure,” you replied with a shy smile, and immediately after, he was behind you, taking the braids in your hair and tying the ribbons onto those.

“Thank you,” you replied when he was done, and when Sigma stepped back, he smiled in admiration.

“Of course.” He took your hand as you both sat beside each other.

“It’s so pretty here.” You turned to face the mountains, the sun halfway below the horizon. “You were right; this is the perfect spot!”

You looked back at Sigma, but it seemed like he paid no attention to the view at all. His eyes were only on you.

“…Sigma?”

“Y-you look really pretty,” he said, eyes not leaving once you made eye contact with him.

“…Can I kiss you?”

Immediately, you felt your heart melt because your lover was so innocent and lovely. You had been together for months, yet he was still asking for permission to kiss you.

“Of course, Sigma! We’re literally dating, you can kiss me whenever you want.”

“O-okay!” You giggled at his smitten reaction.

You closed your eyes and puckered your lips in a dramatic act of preparation.

It seemed you had been mistaken, though. Because, he had kissed you on the forehead.

“O-Ohh—oops, I thought you meant-”

But then, Sigma’s lips were over yours. His hand that wasn’t holding yours gently guided your face towards his. His touches were all tender, expressing how much he adored you.

You wrapped your own free hand around his neck, pulling him closer. You opened your eyes slightly to take a peek, seeing his own were fluttered closed under such pretty eyelashes, and his expression content, basking in your comfort.

It was as if you and him finally breaking away was the moon’s cue to rise. The sun had set entirely by the time you were done, shades of warm-toned colored clouds left as a trail.

“That was sneaky of you, Sigma,” you laughed, cheeks warm and your head a bit hazy from how everything in the setting was so dreamy. “You tricked me by going for my forehead first.”

“I wasn’t going to kiss you straight-up like that! It was intimidating, you just waiting!”

You laughed some more, seeing his own cheeks tint a light shade of pink. “Come on, let’s eat.”

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[bobattea]

I don't know if you are still doing BSD smut requests, if you aren't you can ignore this. 😅

But if you are still doing it, can I request a Mean Dazai brat tamer smut with fem! or AFAB reader. The main punishment is edging then overstimulation with a lot of begging from the reader as Dazai just laughs at them and is being a sadist. Sorry if this is too much, have a lovely day/afternoon/night!❤️

Pairing: Osamu Dazai x AFAB!Reader Warnings: NSFW, Overstimulation, Edging, Mean!Dom!Dazai Word Count: 1030

A/N: I’m gonna open my requests for a little…just for some bsd x male!reader request since there also is some lacking for male reader representation. I haven’t written a male!reader before but I wanna try. Can be smut, fluff or angst

You knew you were being a nuisance; you knew damn well what you were doing, and Dazai knew it too, but he wasn't going to give you the satisfaction of knowing how much you were getting on his nerves and pushing his buttons. Clearly, your teasing has no limits today. Sending risque pictures of yourself in lingerie while he’s at work and acting the fool,

Dazai’s not giving into your teasing and testy behaviour; seeing the things you were sending him only made his cock hard, and he has dirty thoughts of what he's going to do to you when he gets home. Dazai is always one to slack off from work, but not today. He wants to tell you all those things, but you’d be getting what you want, and he’s not going to do that for you, so instead he replies back with “That's a pretty set” or “That's a good colour on you,” which only makes you try harder at this point. The consequences aren’t even on your mind right now; in fact, they don’t exist. Your teasing was brought to an end when you decided it would be a good idea to send him one last message that tipped him over the edge.

Around half an hour later, Dazai returns to your shared apartment. You didn't expect him to be back so quickly. Dazai chuckled darkly at you. His hand flew to your face and held your chin with a tight grip, pulling your face closer to his. “I’ve just about had enough of your teasing today.” His voice was low and threatening. A smirk played on his lips as he watched your face turn pink and your eyes widen. “Oh~ gone all shy all of a sudden.” You couldn’t form words; your brain is still catching up on you. You knew this was going to happen, yet it still shocks you every time. "Tick, tock, sweetheart.” His voice was still low as he looked deep into your eyes; you still couldn't speak. The excitement went straight to your core causing your panties to become wet. Dazai smirks at your lack of response.

“M’sorry.” You mumble quietly, not breaking eye contact. Dazai’s grip did not loosen, and he chuckled again.

“Oho~ we are way past apologies now, Bella.” Dazai still holds your chin and brings your face closer, crashing your lips together in a heated kiss. “You’re going to regret teasing me and being a little brat today~” A harsh smack lands on your ass, causing you to let out a yelp. Dazai’s smirk was still plastered on his face, satisfied with her reaction.

You already know that you’re in big trouble, so why not push a little further? Your hand trails down his shirt to his belt, giving it a gentle tug in your direction. Dazai groaned slightly now that it was your turn to smirk as your hand continued down towards his already hard cock, palming him through his trousers.

Dazai’s hand flies to your wrist, gripping it tightly. “Who said you get to touch?" He pulls your hand away from his cock.

“I did; come on, Dazai! You’ve been struggling your whole day; let me make it up to  you." You bat your eyelashes at him; he chuckles.

“You have two choices, darling; either I shut you up myself or you show me what else your mouth can do.” His face was close to yours again; you didn’t answer, only looking at him with wide eyes. “Good girl, now.” He points to the bedroom. “Get your pretty ass in the bedroom and on the bed.” Dazai orders. There was no hesitation; you made your way through the house, with Dazai following behind you.

You were usually quite obedient in the bedroom, but you woke up today and chose violence, slowly teasing your tongue along Dazai’s cock, then pulling away and saying that’s all he's going to get, which results in him using your mouth despite your little games. That's how you wanted it—the raw desire from Dazai. He had to take that power away from you, show you who’s really in charge. 

Your bratty tendencies only got you half to where you wanted to be: on your back with Dazai holding a vibrator to your sensative clit while he fucks into you, your legs shaking uncontrollably, needing your release. It's been maybe an hour or two, and you still haven't been allowed to cum. You get close, and Dazai takes it away instantly. He has that sadistic look in his eye again; he’s enjoying this too much.

“‘Samu…please.” Your pathetic mewls cause Dazai’s cock to twitch; he stops and pulls out, earning another whine from you.

“Aw, does my Bella want to come?” You nod in response, and he chuckles darkly again. “That's too bad; I’m not finished having my fun with you yet.” He thrusts back in, pounding slowly yet hard with enough force to make the headboard hit the wall at the same time. You let out loud yelps and moans every time.

"Dazai, it's too much! Please!” You screamed in pleasure. Dazai was overstimulating you; you couldn't focus on the sensations of the vibrator, his thrusts, or your own release. It was too much; between this and edging you, he really was punishing you for being a little shit all day. You clenched around him; the cause of your orgasm isn't clear; there's too much going on; you have no control over your body anymore; the vibrator stopped. Dazai stopped, you opened your eyes, and he had a new look on his face. It was terrifying, and the excitement sent shocks to your core.

“I clearly haven’t trained you well enough." His voice was dark; you didn't know what he meant at first. “You really do want to be disobedient today, don't you?” He smirks down at you, his tone condescending. He grips your hair and pulls you up to his face. “You come when I tell you to come.” You hadn’t realised you had come without his permission, but god did he sound hot like this; your body was already reacting to it.

"Let's try again, shall we, Bella?”

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[despairots]

#𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌: YUTA OKKOTSU.

「 yuta okkotsu x male! reader 」

GENRE: fluff, just fluff :3 oh, and like a REALLY quick makeout but its really just fluff, i think a bit of angst tho?

CONTENT WARNING: swearing, violence, r! helps yuta with his injuries, i have no idea what the plot is anymore, r! is like kyouka from bsd and has her ability “demon snow”, rika doesnt like r! that much :,(, “demon snow” is somewhat like rika, so rika - yuta and “demon snow” - r!

AUTHORS: stop. changing. themes. *holds me by the throat and shakes me* no but seriously the more i change it the more i have to change my layout which i do NOT want anyways happy furina day!!! we luv u queen

there’s something that makes people believe you just lack emotions. maybe it’s the you didn’t react to people’s insult, or maybe it’s the way it looks like you’re always in a daze. yeah, you don’t exactly have anything going on in your head and yes, you’re always in a daze but somewhat, you’ve always gave off this rebellious energy, like something was attached to you that’s radiating this energy off.

so when yuta saw a curse behind you while assisting him, he wondered if that was the thing that was radiating off the rebellious energy from your “jellyfish aura” that his other friends would call it. just knowing you hid something below the facade you upheld was admirable, you always had this look that made people think your mind was somewhere else when you are aware.

and the way your voice shouted commands for your curse while you still held that alluring look before you switched your attention to him and helped him up when the enemy was being distracted by your curse, all he could do was stare when you asked if he was injured.

he knew rika didn’t like you holding him so carefully and— oh? you’re so close — making sure he didn’t fall to the ground while the both of you ran from the area. now, he’s watching you patch up his wounds so delicate that he’s convinced you’re afraid that you might hurt him.

yuta doesn’t know if he should speak, ask if you’re okay when he’s the one clearly injured, ask about the ring that’s on a necklace and dangling around your neck. he wonders if you were almost like him, that explains why he was so drawn to you. maki, inumaki and panda (plus gojo) already picked up that you caused him to be rather flustered.

the first time you two met was when yuta was first introduced to you. you had officially came back from your trip and his friends had wanted to throw you a party since they haven’t seen you in awhile. his friends often described you to be somewhat like a jellyfish, he was a tad bit confused by the wording but he understood when you walked into the classroom.

“welcome back, [name]!”

“kelp.”

you just had this look in your eyes when panda scooped you up and hugged you, the way one of your eyes closed when panda smushed your cheeks together and the small— and very unnoticeable — smile on your face when you realized you were missed made him blush.

“this is yuta, he’s new, so try not to overwhelm him. he’s delicate.” maybe when maki had said that, you started to treat him like some doll. always making sure your touches weren’t harming his already injured skin— and he could technically feel rika fuming — with the focused look on your face.

the one thing bugging him was the ring. were you already married or did you dedicate your life to someone else? although, he sounded awfully like a hypocrite right now. he was wearing the ring rika had given him.

“… what’re you thinking about?”

that was the first time he had heard you spoken in such a quiet, yet calm and alluring, tone towards him specifically. he was once told that you didn’t talk a lot and always kept to yourself, only allowing yourself to talk when on the battlefield.

he was shocked nonetheless, the tone of your face had caused him to jump a little and his cheeks to flare up. what should he say in this? should he tell the truth and ask if you were married? but you probably already figured that out by how hard he was staring at the ring.

“oh. um… are you married?” yuta asked timidly, averting his gaze to the ground, hearing the chair scrap and he’s wondering if the question was too insensitive. you only got up to dim the lights as a headache was starting to form before you sat back down infront of yuta.

you grabbed ahold of his cheek and turned to face it towards you, “are you?” you had shot the question back to him and let go of his cheeks, feeling his cheeks heat upon the hand on his cheek. yuta knew you were gesturing to the ring on his finger and he didn’t know how to respond.

he was married but at the same time he wasn’t, he’d seem unfaithful to rika but everytime you touched him, protected him, and now, talking to him, he blushed. and you had picked that up rather quickly.

you hummed, hands wrapping around the ring and looking down at your lap, “i was. he died though.” the way you said it so casually had caught him off guard, but your situation was similar to him aswell. yuta picked up the way your hand tightened around the ring as he stared down at his, fiddling it around his ring finger.

“the cursed spirit that’s always around you. what’s her name?” he looked back at you, blinking and suddenly, you just looked… too unrealistic? was that the right weird to describe you? “her name’s rika.” and you smiled. his heart started to pound against his rib cage when you held a soft smile, “you’d love her no matter what form, huh?”

he wondered if you were rika if she was a male and your sentence made sense to him. now, he wondered about your cursed spirit, “what about yours?” “yuta.” hearing his name come out your lips had him confused, were you trying to tell him that you didn’t wanna speak about it or—

“oh. oh!”

the cursed spirit was named yuta. you weren’t trying to call out his name, you were trying to tell him that the cursed spirt’s name was his name. you lightly smiled amusingly at his reactions, “i don’t think rika likes me very much… nor do i think yuta likes you.” it seemed that way. yuta could feel rika wanted to kill you and you could feel “yuta” glaring daggers at the boy infront of you.

turns out you two were the same.

you stood up from your chair before bending down to yuta’s height and placing a kiss on the corner of his lips. were you trying to die? did you want yuta to die?! no. honestly enough. like yuta, you would’ve loved your cursed spirit no matter the form aswell.

“i like you, yuta.” it was a simple confession yet yuta’s face blew up into red, hearing you walk away. “ah! w-wait!” he had grabbed your wrist and turned you around, wrapping his arms around you and buried his face into the crook of your neck before muttering words that made the tension from your shoulders to relax.

“i… i like you too, [name].” he pulled away and softly placed his lips onto yours. your hands reaching up to cradle his cheeks as yuta backed you up to a desk and helped you sit on top of it before going back to kissing you.

he was a good kisser considering the fact he has never kissed anyone before… well, technically, not a human being.

you pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the both of your lips until it disconnected when your hand was brought up to your mouth and oh, was that blush he saw? were blushing because of him? so cute.

“i don’t think they liked that very much..”

oh right!

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[exquisitesimp]

Comforting Akutagawa during a mental breakdown

A/N: Hello to everyone reading this! I’m back at it again with Bungo Stray Dogs, more particularly the Port Mafia. In this story, the reader (F) is giving comfort and affection to her emotionally damaged boyfriend Akutagawa, after an unfortunate encounter with his old mentor figure (aku was my first love in bsd). Thank you so much for reading and interacting with my posts, it means so much to me! Stay healthy, eat well and drink plenty of water! - Sam

Tags: Bungo Stray Dogs, Akutagawa Ryunosuke, angst, reverse comfort, SFW

Warnings: mental breakdown, emotional and physical abuse, NSSI

Word Count: approx. 4.8k

It was one of these nights again; these difficult, heart-wrenching nights that constantly made you question the meaning of such a life, a life filled with pain and suffering. You’ve become a little too familiar with this feeling since you’ve experienced, well… a little too many nights like these. 

“Remember what you’re doing all this for!” you exclaimed. 

Except there was nobody there to listen, save for the librarian that was sick of having you be the last one to leave the library in the dark hours of the early morning for the fifth time this week. Talking to the void, maybe all that studying did drive you insane after all. 

“You scared the life out of me, for the love of god!”, the lady gasped, jumping awake from the information desk. Poor her, she probably hated these nights even more than you did.

“I’m terribly sorry”, you said, chuckling in awful embarrassment.

She gave you a cold stare, which truthfully saddened you deep down, because you were under the false impression that you had bonded with the woman by now.

“Don’t look at me like that ma’am”, you said, “You know med school isn’t a piece of cake…”

“I know dear”, she responded with a certain sweetness in her voice and a tired sigh, “but isn’t it time to go home soon?”

You looked at the clock above the information desk. It read 2:45. A look of desperation channeled itself on your face as you were thinking about just how much more work you had ahead of you before you could allow yourself to go home and finally get some shuteye. 

“Just one more unit, I promise!” you lied, knowing damn well that it was much, much more than that.

“Pfftt….Like we haven’t heard that before…” the librarian mumbled as she began moving around all sorts of books and paper sheets around the information desk.

Of all the times during the day she could get that taken care of, she had to do it right now? The noise she made was getting on your nerves and messed with your focus. However, you knew she was going to kick you out for sure if you dared complain about it. So you just decided to let it go, for your own good perhaps…

Resting your head which had grown quite heavy and dizzy on top of the open books, you sighed in exhaustion, waiting for the woman to stop messing with the papers and your concentration along with them. Wondering how the hell you were supposed to pass all these exams the following week, you were just sitting there, beating yourself up for always leaving things for the last possible moment. But not even a minute later, your phone, which was laying on the table, suddenly buzzed and stopped your overthinking. 

It was a voice message from your boyfriend, a little smile subtly forming on your face upon seeing the notification. You’ve been together for almost a year, but the habit of smiling at his texts hasn't faded away whatsoever.

“Ma’am, can I pleeaase use my phone?”, you joked, since there was obviously nobody there to be disturbed by mobile phone usage… except for the poor lady of course. “It’s my sweetheart!”

A few moments of deadly silence followed. From the look on her face, you’d think she was finally done with your smart-ass idiocy. 

“Eh, to hell with it…” she responded, having accepted — to your grand surprise — that she’d have you here for quite a while once again.

“God bless your patience! I shall treat you to a huge meal once these detestable exams are over!”, you proclaimed in comedic exaggeration, yet genuinely wanting to express your gratitude to her in some sort of way. With your late-night hypertension and your endearingly annoying sense of humor, you could imagine that having you study here all these days must have been quite a handful. 

“Who said I wanted to have a meal with you?”, she shrugged and rolled her eyes. 

Purposefully ignoring her rhetorical question with a smile on your face, you opened the message and placed your phone next to your head with the speaker facing your ear, the woman sighing at your shenanigan in the background. 

“Hey, Y/N…” 

You didn’t expect to hear Gin’s voice. 

“Listen… I found my brother’s phone in a dark alley on the ground, and it’s all cracked up now, and I’m not quite sure what happened... He was still supposed to be here, but I assume there was some big trouble and he had to flee. Problem is— TACHIHARA CAN YOU JUST SHUT THE F— sorry about that… problem is I contacted our headquarters and he’s not there” 

Your eyes opened wide as the message kept on playing. Two opposing forces fighting in your brain; one worrying that something terrible has happened to him, the other trying to remain cool-headed since you didn’t know any crucial details about the situation.

“My guess would be that he’s at your place. I know you have a lot of work to do in the library, but please check if everything’s okay with him. Gotta go, the Armed Detective Agency is just around the corner”

You heard the words “Armed Detective Agency” and you instantly knew what this was about. 

“Oh fuck” you said out loud and stood up from your desk as if struck by some invisible thunder.

“What is it this time?”, the librarian desperately asked.

“It’s your lucky day”, you replied, packing up your bag in quick, messy movements, “I’ve got to go right now”

“Good grace”, she mumbled as she started switching off the lights to finally close the place down for the night.

“Thanks for everything!”, you shouted hurriedly, storming out of the university library and rushing to the parking lot.

You jumped in your car and immediately started the engine. You already knew by now that no encounter with the Agency could possibly be any good for Akutagawa. And this time, you had a strong feeling that something was very, very wrong.

In less than half the time it would usually take, you sloppily drove back to your apartment, very lucky that you hadn’t crushed the car onto anything on the way there. Running with light steps and pushing through your own fatigue, you finally reached the door and knocked on it.

“Sweetie?”, you called out softly. 

There was complete silence on the other side, a type of silence that grew an unshakeable fear within you. After taking a deep breath, you reached for the keys in the pocket of your jacket and slowly opened the door.

You took a good look at the living room before entering, and everything was exactly the way you left it, including the little lamp you always kept switched on even when nobody was home. From where you were standing, nothing seemed wrong with the kitchen either. At first glance it all looked perfectly normal, but there was something very intuitively suspicious about this quietness that consumed the entire place. 

Due to your intensive studying at the library the past few days, you ended up coming home at times like these almost every day, and you found the emptiness to be serene, and even comforting in its own way. But now it was frantically maddening, as if you’d be crazy to assume someone else was here, but equally as insane to think that you were totally alone.

You gulped as you took a few steps in and closed the door behind you, cold shivers running down your body. Only while taking off your own shoes did you look down to check if his were there, and much to your relief, they were just beside the door. You immediately felt a weight fall off your shoulders, knowing now that nobody had broken in or that you weren’t… imagining things.

You quietly made your way right in front of the shut door of your bedroom, and since you already passed by the empty bathroom, you knew that was the only place where he could possibly be. Just by standing there you felt a dark chilly aura strike you down to the bone. 

Knowing about his occupation and even his abusive past, you were already aware that Akutagawa was very much capable of becoming violent. But this wasn’t the first time he went through a crisis like this with you, so you had faith that if you stood there for him once again, it would all work out, just like the previous times.

You plucked up all the courage you had inside you and knocked on the door. 

“Sweetie?”, you repeated. “Are you alright?”  

Once again, no answer. At this point you started getting worried. That was the only place he could be, right? Then why was he not responding?

Making the tiniest amount of sound possible, you pushed the door open ever so slightly to peek through the crack, and that’s when you saw something you’ve never witnessed before.

Although the light switch was on, the room was pitch black with only a few strands of light somehow making their way through. Sinister branches of darkness were spread all over, some intertwined with one another in an infernal veil, and others ruthlessly piercing the entirety of the space like enormous, sharp blades. 

You were completely astounded. You had no idea that Rashoumon could take on such a petrifying form.

Before you could even begin to grasp the density and the complexity of what your eyes just viewed, the door was somehow explosively shut inches away from your face, causing you to gasp at the thunderous noise.

“HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT THE DOOR?”, Akutagawa yelled, his strung out voice echoing within his ability’s construction. 

“I’m sorry sweetie”, you responded peacefully, “I just wanted to check if you’re okay…”

“What does this look like to you?” he asked sarcastically, while Rashoumon locked the door from the inside, eliminating any possibility that he’d just let you in that easily.

“What I meant is, are you physically okay? Did you get hurt?”, you asked, trying to maintain your calm composure.

“I’m intact”, he answered as if even such a small question was so immensely bothersome to him at that moment, “now LEAVE. ME. ALONE!”

“How am I supposed to leave you alone in a state like this?”

He didn’t respond, but it’s not like you expected him to. Hurt and afraid, he always hid inside his hard shell at times like this, and it took a lot of strength and effort to get him to open up to you. You took a big breath, because the difficult part was just starting. 

“Your sister found your phone somewhere in the city and contacted me…”, you began.

“I don’t wanna talk about this…” he growled as rage kept building up within him.

“I know it’s difficult to talk right no—“

“THEN CUT IT OUT”, he screamed with a trembling voice and paused for a second, “before I break the door…”

“You don’t have to talk about it right now, but please just listen”.

You paused for a while to see what his reaction would be. Although he was once again mute, you were quite happy that you didn’t get smashed by the door; it meant he was waiting for you to speak.

“I know you’re not feeling well right now, and I just want to let you know that it’s totally okay to feel this way, even though I don’t know what exactly happened… I just wanted to tell you…”.

Another silence-filled pause ensured you that he was still listening.

“You did the right thing to come here, sweetie… The fact that you’re here right now means that even if you want me to leave you alone this instant, some part of you wants to find comfort here… And that’s exactly what I want to do for you right now. I just want to make it better, I promise. Please, Aku…Let me help you…” 

No response.

“I’ll be waiting right behind the door for as long as you need. Please don’t break me along with it, or better yet, let me in whenever you feel like…”

It wasn’t much later that you heard the door finally unlock behind you, so you stood up, carefully opened it, and saw that your previously unimaginably ominous room was now just the way you remembered it.

Akutagawa was sitting on the floor in the corner across the room, curled up so he could take up as little space as possible. He had wrapped his arms around his knees and held them closely against his chest. His cloak was thrown over his shoulders, covering most of his upper body and his head was buried on his forearms.

You quietly approached him and sat next to him to keep him at ease. All these months in a relationship with him taught you that at times like these, he felt threatened by people sitting right opposite him, and didn't respond to them so well. He also deeply despised being looked at when he’s in such a vulnerable state, so you respected his wishes and looked at the floor, avoiding his eyes at all costs.

“Take your time, sweetie. I’m here to listen”, you said after a minute or two. 

He took a big breath before lifting his head up, while you made sure to make him feel as comfortable as you could, based on his own individual terms.

“The Command Unit was sent to the center of Yokohama to investigate some strange movements in the black market… and there, I ran into that stupid weretiger...”

“Mhm hm”, you nodded as you kept listening carefully.

“We started a fight and I had cornered him in this alley… that was all until he showed up…”

“Dazai?”, you asked, just to make sure your assumptions were correct.

“Yes…” , he answered as his voice got weaker. “He nullified my ability and told the weretiger to leave, so it was just the two of us…”

You noticed it was getting harder and harder for him to speak as the conversation shifted towards Dazai. It was no surprise since he’d talked to you about him before but it was, nonetheless, upsetting to hear.

“No…”, you said, “and what did he do?”

“Well, he…”, Akutagawa said and then paused as if to collect himself, “he kicked me right below the chest and I was on the ground coughing…”

He took a breath, before proceeding to give you the rest of the story.

“And he said some things… something about the weretiger being better than me… but I’ve heard that before…”

“Aw sweetie—“

“He knows…”, he said, burying his head on his knees once again. “He found out about my disease somehow…”

When you heard him quietly weep, you moved a little closer to him, just enough so that he didn’t feel alone in this difficult, doleful moment. Before you could even begin to ask how Dazai managed to find that out, Akutagawa jumped into your arms and buried his head on your shoulder, letting his black cloak fall off his frail body.

As he did that, you didn’t fail to notice that his white shirt had bloody stains on each sleeve, a little bit above the length of the elbow. Both sides had five holes each, one for each of his own fingers that had been digging into his skin, scratching and ripping it apart.

You were so upset, but you realized that it would be no good to address it right now. So instead, you wrapped him up in the warm embrace that he desperately needed at the time.

“That lung disease you have is going to kill you soon… Maybe then, I’ll consider coming back to the Port Mafia… Such a shame that… even when you leave your last pathetic breath… there won’t have been a single moment… when you were better than my new apprentice…” 

“That’s what he said to me…”, he uttered, sobbing in between these nasty, horrible phrases. 

Your eyes started watering as you squeezed him tighter against you. It was beyond you how anybody could be so viciously cruel to someone so loyal and devoted, even if fate brought it so that they parted ways.

“That’s so hurtful…”, you whispered as tears were running down your cheeks. “It’s okay… Let it all out, I’m right here…”

“Why? Just why?!”, he cried in anguish, “How much more must I do? When will all this be over? When will I ever be enough?!”

You didn’t know how to respond to such questions at times like these, so you just let him lash out until he hopefully calmed down eventually. 

“What am I saying? That’s never gonna happen…”, he lamented as his body started shivering, “I’m so sorry, Y/N… I’m a worthless and pathetic fool…”

“That’s not true…please stop saying things like that…”, you pleaded.

“I’m just gonna die so pointlessly… And it won’t even matter to him…”

“Well it’s gonna matter to me!”, you raised the tone of your voice, verklempt and teary-eyed.

His chest kept pumping against yours as he was struggling for breath. 

“I’m so sorry my love…”, you apologized, fearing that all you just did was worsen his situation by letting your own emotions take over. He tried to say something, but in this state, coherent words couldn’t come out of his mouth.

You had to stay strong and help him during this difficult time. Right now, the situation wasn't about you.

“Listen to me, let’s take some deep breaths okay? Breathe in till four, hold till four, and breathe out till six. Can you do that for me?”

You felt him nodding yes, lifting his head up and letting his chin rest on your shoulder. 

“Perfect, I’ll count: 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6…”

Akutagawa tried to follow your count as much as he could. You had to do this exercise about fifteen times before his breathing took its normal pace back. Your hand was always gently caressing the back of his head, and with every round you completed, you made sure that he knew he was doing a good job. 

“I’m so proud of you”, you murmured and kissed his temple, “are you feeling any better now?”.

He nodded yes and sniffed his nose.

“Can I look at you?”, you asked.

He sighed, then nodded yes once again. Once he let go, you gently cupped his face and lifted his head up so you could look at him. His poor, restless eyes were ever so red and puffy from all the tears he’d been shedding.

“My sweet Aku…”, you whispered, “if only there was something I could do to take your suffering away… I can only imagine how terrible it feels to be treated so horribly by someone you look up to so much, to always feel like you’re the second option…”

You paused to take a big breath and collect yourself. 

“And I know it’s not the same to hear it from me… but you’re always going to be my first choice… always…” 

A sad, bitter smile morphed into your boyfriend’s face upon hearing these words, as if they were half-empty, not coming from a certain someone he’d want to hear them from instead.

“I’ll always be here for you… You’re my everything, my love… I love you more than anyone and anything in this world… And seeing you suffer like this… it crushes me…”

Akutagawa sat there in silence, guiltful and grey, shifting his gaze to the cold, hard floor. 

“Especially this…” you said with a cracking voice, and looked at the red stains on his sleeves, “this just… it breaks my heart…”

His withering eyes were filling up with tears again. 

“Promise me you won’t do it again…please…”, you begged.

“I promise…I’m so sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry sweetie, none of this makes you weak in my eyes…. You’re so strong… so much more than you think…”

You looked at him sweetly before pulling him closer to give him a soft kiss on the mouth, his lips passive, almost motionless against yours.

“Now go have a warm shower, you need to relax”, you said, getting up from the floor and offering him a helping hand to stand up as well. “Make sure that a lot of water runs over your wounds. I’ll take care of them once you’re done, okay?”

“Okay”, he answered, giving you his hand, letting you pull him up and still hold him all the way to the bathroom. 

“Thank you so much, Y/N… really…” 

“Don’t mention it”, you responded lovingly.

As he shut the door behind him, you immediately got this morbid feeling, this insurmountable urge to break down and cry. 

You loved him with all your heart, but in comparison to even the tiniest praise from Dazai, your love for Akutagawa didn’t matter nearly as much to him. And that thought pained you so much, it cut deeper than a knife… In a way, you could even say you understood him, knowing that your one and only was gonna leave you soon, and that you’ll always come second, till the last moment… till his last moment, his very last breath…

It was all so devastating… But as you pushed the tears back, you remembered the promise that you made to yourself when you first got into a relationship with him; no matter how hard things got, you were gonna love this person as much as you could, for as long as you could… Until the very end, you had to be his pillar of strength and continue cherishing him no matter how much it hurt you in the process. 

And you loved him so much, you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“Hey Gin”, you spoke to your phone as you recorded a voice message for her, “I found him, he was at my place. He’s okay, he has a few surface wounds on his arms, most probably nothing to worry about. You can let your boss and the others know that he’s safe and that he’ll stay here for the next couple of hours… And, by the way, thank you for contacting me as soon as you found his phone….Things might’ve been worse, had it not been for you… Call me if you need anything”

As you hit “send”, Akutagawa walked out of the bathroom, wearing an oversized white t-shirt and plaid black and white pajama bottoms, with the towel he used to dry his hair thrown around his neck.

“Feeling more comfortable now?” you asked. 

“Yeah”, he responded.

“Good. Now come here, let me see your arms…”

He made his way next to you, letting you investigate his wounds.

“Hmm…”, you said, lost in thought, “they’re not as deep, so you’re not gonna need any stitches… but they do look a bit inflamed… we definitely need to disinfect these”

You took him by the hand back in the bathroom again, where you kept your medical kit. You grabbed the disinfectant bottle and lathered some liquid over a big piece of sterile cotton. 

“I gotta warn you sweetie, this might burn a little…”

“Yeah, like I haven’t had worse– OWW!!”, he exclaimed as you pressed it against his wounds.

“I’m sorry, perhaps I wouldn’t have to do this if you hadn’t used your own hands. You were out fighting, who knows how many germs they had…”

“It burns…”, he hissed, clenching his jaw.

“Warned you…”, you responded. “You’ve never used disinfectant before?”

“Do you really think people in the mafia care to use this sh– AUGHH!”, he snarled once again as you repeated the same treatment to his other arm. 

“We’re almost done now…” you reassured him as he gave you the most displeased, irritated stare.

“Hmm let’s see…” you mumbled to yourself while searching the contents of your kit, “I don’t have big enough band-aids for this… guess we’ll have to cover them with something else…”

You opened up two bandages, and with a little hesitation, Akutagawa let you wrap them around his arms tightly.

“All patched up!” you said, giving his boney shoulders a light squeeze, “Is there anything I can make for you? Anything to eat? Some tea maybe?”

“No, I think I’m gonna throw up if I do…”

“Yeah, we wouldn’t want that… Okay then, I think we should go to bed and get some rest, no?”

“Yeah…”

After you changed into your pajamas and brushed your teeth, you made your way into the fluffy futon and scooched over for Akutagawa to join you shortly after. While he is generally the quiet type, this time you could tell that he was way too tired even for the short-lived, yet endearing small talk before bed. 

“My eyes hurt…” Akutagawa murmured as he slid next to you.

“I know, sweetie…Come here…”, you said, lifting up the cover and inviting him close to you.

Your boyfriend found his way into your arms again, his tired head buried in your chest and his thinned body clinging onto yours, the entirety of his being searching for warmth within your embrace. The comforting motions of your hands caressing his back and the sound of your heartbeat was everything he could ask for at the time.

“Feels like you’ve lost more weight…”, you pointed out as you grazed your fingers over the prominent parts of his skeleton, “Have you been eating well lately?”

“Mm-mm”, he shook his head no after a short pause, as if to adjust his thinking to your own standards of self-preservation. To him, if he made it out alive at the end, what was there to care for?

“Well that’s no good…I’m making you fluffy pancakes and your favorite tea in the morning”, you said knowing that, being starved of affection almost his entire life, he found these simple acts of kindness to be a huge deal. His contentment was clear as day, flowing through you as he pulled himself closer, practically sealing shut whatever space there was between the two of you.

“Thank you…”, he purred against your chest, the mere sweetness of his adorable reaction leading you to plant gentle kisses on the top of his head.

“Anything for you sweetie… I just want you to take care of yourself. Undereating can’t do any good to your condition… And I want to keep you around as much as possible, make as many happy memories together as we can…Like that time when you took me to dinner with the mafia for the first time and Higuchi kept warning me not to hurt your feelings or ‘I’ll be dead’...”

“Tsk, that piss-off…” he mumbled in a mix of displeasure and nostalgia, getting annoyed just by remembering the event, but being strangely happy that he got to experience it with you. 

“It made me very happy that you apologized to her…”

“After you told me I was acting just like him, I had no choice…”

“And I’m so proud of you for that, sweetie…” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair

“I still remember when we had Gin and Chuuya over for my birthday and we played that drinking game he had suggested. I’m pretty sure at some point he stopped caring about the rules and started losing on purpose…Ah, what an iconic day…Oh, and that day when I first told you that I loved you…Hahah, you were so awkward whenever I told you that on the phone. It took you a couple of weeks before you were brave enough to say it back to me... But it’s okay, I’m not blaming you, it’s most wise to wait for the time when you are a hundred percent sure that you feel the same way for me… Hey, what about the day of our first date–”

You’d been talking for quite a while now, vocally walking down memory lane, too absent-minded to notice that Akutagawa was fast asleep by then. Your melancholic monologue got softly interrupted by his faint, quiet snores. 

“Aww of course. I almost forgot how easily you fall asleep whenever I start rambling like this…”

You slid your hands under his shirt and felt the soft skin on his back. His hold on you was more relaxed, but far from apathetic, as if what remained of his slowly melting tension was love, and only love. 

You smiled, feeling infinitely blessed that your boyfriend was there with you, that you were listening to his slow breathing as he was drifting somewhere far away. Your eyelids had been feeling heavy for a while, but before you joined him, you wanted to get some things off your chest; somethings you truly wanted Akutagawa to know, even though you knew that he wouldn’t hear much of it in his sleep.

“Aku, my sweetheart… You are worth so much more than you think. You are enough— no, you’re even more than that… And I wish I had the means to show you just how much you mean to me… Oh, if only I could make you feel even half of my love…”

A/N: Akutagawa cried again in the middle of the night, but didn’t want to bother Y/N with his feelings any further. He removed the bandages because anything that reminded him of Dazai, he couldn’t have on his body. After Y/N found out, she apologised for her ignorance and made him the most delicious fluffy pancakes.

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[cloudyyoimiya]

hello cloud i am once again here in need of your beautiful work (/o_o)/. may i please rq fyodor (+ any others you’d like) with a reader who’s just killed somebody? but with it being the readers first time, they’re visibly panicking over blood on their hands. how would the bsd character act? it’d be cool if the somebody was a person they needed to get rid of too hehe just think about how’d they’d manipulate reader that it was necessary.;

omg krei hello again!! i’m so happy you’re in my inbox! i rlly love this request sm. when i first saw it the other day i couldn’t stop thinking about it. it scratched just the right itch in my brain for some reason. thank you for requesting!

Their S/o Kills Someone For the First Time; Fyodor Dostoyevsky and Saigiku Jouno

Format: Scenarios

Possible warnings: Angst, mentions of death, blood, manipulation, unhealthy relationships, mentions of vomiting

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

You stared at your hands, covered in blood. Your whole body started to shake as you fell to your knees. You just killed someone in cold blood—in front of your boyfriend nonetheless. You felt nauseous as you continued to stare at your bloodied hands. You hated it. You couldn’t breathe. You wanted this to end.

The mission you were sent on didn’t entail you killing anyone today! You were just supposed to grab some information sneakily and escape; it was supposed to be simple. But you somehow managed to get caught by one guard, and you were forced to fight them to the death.

You wanted to leave them incapacitated and not shed any unnecessary blood, but that was too much to ask for in the current situation. You shot them through the stomach, slowly watching their life drain from their body as they fell to the ground. Eventually they went limp and that’s when reality crashed onto you.

Your breath started to quicken as you felt Fyodor put his hand on your shoulder. The contact gave you very little comfort, but you appreciated the act of “kindness” nonetheless.

“Are you alright?” He asked, sounding unaffected by the current situation.

You shook your head frantically. You tried to verbally respond to your boyfriend, but the words just wouldn’t come out. They seemed to be caught on your tongue, not wanting to escape.

Fyodor sighed. “You did what was needed to be done. You had to kill them.”

You shook your head. “No! I could’ve just knocked them out! I—”

“(Name),” he said in a firm tone. You physically tensed up. “You killing that person was necessary. You had to do it for your own survival.”

You gulped as tears started to fall down your cheeks. You felt disgusting.

“You’re wrong!”

Fyodor’s grip on your shoulder tightened as he looked down at you. He seemed disappointed, but yet at the same time he had a smirk on his face. It made your stomach turn. You knew he had something on his mind; manipulating you was the most plausible answer.

“I’m never wrong. You should know that already,” he said, keeping his voice low. He then bent down and whispered in your ear. “We need to leave now, unless you wish to kill more guards. Do you want that? Do you want even more blood on your hands?”

“No, I don’t want that!” You said frantically.

Fyodor hummed. “Then get up and let’s leave,” he said coldly.

You shakily stood up. You body felt like it would collapse at any minute from the amount of trauma you have just experienced. It was sickening.

Fyodor roughly grabbed your arm and started to lead you outside. “Let’s go.”

You silently followed him, not wanting to speak and somehow manage to anger your boyfriend. You knew that more often than not he had your best interests in mind, but it very rarely came across that way. In moments like this he was cold; it made you shiver.

Eventually the two of you made it back to your shared apartment. You locked yourself in your bathroom, holding your head over the toilet. You didn’t wash your hands yet, so as you gripped the toilet bowl, the guards blood stained it. The white was eventually going to turn into a soft pink because of this.

Fyodor just stood in the doorway watching you. Not a single word left his mouth as you felt like you were going to vomit up your breakfast.

After a while, Fyodor spoke up. You could tell that he was forcing himself to sound kind. “Are you alright?”

You shook your head. “No.”

“I see… Well, this reaction to killing someone is completely normal. You did just take a life after all. They probably had a family and what have you,” he paused for a moment. “Everything will be fine, my dear. Trust me.”

Saigiku Jouno

Today you were out on patrol with Jouno. You were the newest member of the Hunting Dogs, so you often had to join older members on their duties. Sometimes it annoyed you because you knew that you could defend yourself, but who were you to question your superiors?

A while ago Jouno heard a robbery occurring, and he sent you to deal with it. You caught up with the robber rather easily, but they didn’t want to surrender. They then pulled a gun on you, shot at you, and then you were forced to strike them down with your saber.

Currently you were in an alleyway, your palms up against a nearby brick wall. You looked down at your boots, the enemy’s blood slightly coating them. Your breathing slowly started to become shallow. You could your rapid heartbeat in your ears. It hurt. It pained you. You despised it with your whole being.

You had stabbed the robber through the chest since it was apparent that they wouldn’t allow themselves to get arrested. You were scared because you were supposed to work on the right side of the law—prevent murders from happening, but you did the opposite. You had just killed that person in cold blood.

You could hear faint footsteps coming from behind you. You knew it was Jouno, but yet you didn’t turn back to look at him. You knew he was going to scold you.

“Did you do this?” He eventually asked. “You do know how I hate the scent of blood and corpses, right?”

“Sorry,” you said shakily. “I didn’t mean too… They just tried to kill me and… I had to!”

You glanced back at Jouno as he put his right hand on his chin. He wore an unreadable expression, and it scared you. You’ve been warned that he has sadistic tendencies, but you never thought that you’d find yourself in a situation where you’d be on the receiving end of his actions.

“You couldn’t just disarm them?” He asked sarcastically.

“I couldn’t find an opening!”

You cupped your hand over your mouth. You felt like you were going to throw up. Tears slowly dripped down your cheeks as you thought of what had just transpired between you and the robber. Your thoughts started to drift off to thinking about your already terrible sleep schedule. You knew that you’d have nightmares about this for a few weeks.

Jouno hummed. “Was this your first time taking a life?”

“…Yes.”

“It shows. Now pick yourself up and let’s get going,” he said coldly. “Do you want to stay and see the corpse slowly rot?”

Your breath hitched for a moment. The thought of watching the criminal slowly decay made you feel sick.

“No sir,” you answered.

He nodded. “Then let’s get going.”

Jouno turned to leave without a second thought. You knew that he cared very little about the people below him, but it was still a punch in the gut nonetheless. You wanted him to comfort you, but you knew he wouldn’t do that. That’s too kind of him.

You walked behind him quietly. You then started to speak, your voice still shaking. “What are we gonna do with the corpse? Will it be picked up?”

Jouno turned his head back at you for a moment before answering. “Be quiet, will you? Calm yourself down. You’re still panicking.”

In a strange way those words provided a small sense of comfort.

“Yes sir.”

He groaned. “How many times have I just told you to call me Jouno? Or is that too much to ask of your pea brain?”

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Congrats !!

Dazai - 14 dialog & 13 situation :))

doomed from the start | osamu dazai x gn!reader

word count: 0.6k

content: no manga spoilers, angst, cheater dazai

navi | bsd masterlist | event (closed)

seeking for someone to love was something you were never interested in. you believed that love comes quickly to those with the patience to wait. everyone must have a partner out there somewhere, and you’d stumble across yours eventually.

when you first met osamu dazai, you didn’t think too much about him. he was good-looking, that was a given, but he was just another person in the bar you worked at. dazai also wasn’t the first man that struck conversation with you as you worked.

dazai became a regular at the bar after the day you met. hours of his week were wasted away over drinks that never seemed to get him drunk, and he didn’t seem to mind it. after spending so much time together in the shared space, you were bound to form some sort of bond. that bond, however, was something more than you expected.

you learned early on that dazai was a flirt. while you played the piano, you’d sometimes catch glimpses of dazai sitting awfully close with other customers. sometimes he’d twirl a piece of their hair, and others he’d leave a lingering touch to die for.

he was a man who had a certain charm, and he could use it well. almost too well, really. and after constantly being around someone with said charm, you couldn’t help but fall for it too.

your heart fluttered at his touch, and his sweet words were like a melody to your ears. he’d hand you a bouquet of roses to surprise you if he didn’t go into the bar that day and was there to pick you up. and as for you, you’d lay with him, hugging him close the nights he’d randomly show up at your apartment after a rough day.

things were almost too good— and that’s why you think everything came crashing down when it did.

dazai’s hands on someone else, his teeth grazing their lip ever so slightly. his coat was discarded on the floor by your feet, and when you let your presence be known, the bottoms of your shoes dirtied the tan fabric.

you ignored the shuffling of the one dazai had been with, focusing your eyes on him as they ran out of his small, cheap apartment. your hands were clenched into fists, the disbelief painted on your face.

“how long?” you asked, keeping your voice strong. “how long were you…”

dazai didn’t meet your eyes, “not long... but knowing that doesn’t matter anymore, does it?”

your teeth ground again each other, “almost 2 years osamu. 2 years- shit…! was that time not enough for you? you’ve known me for this long, and you’re pouring everything we have down the drain like this? with someone else?”

an unreadable expression crossed dazai’s face while your shoulders dropped in defeat. your anger had already subsided, and all you could feel was devastation. the passionate kisses, the comforting hugs, the fleeting moments— despite everything, dazai didn’t give his all to you.

“i know old habits die hard, so maybe i’m the fool for thinking we could make this work.” tears formed in your eyes, but you pushed them back to the best of your ability, “i’m disappointed in you, dazai, truly. ”

“y/n-“

“don’t, dazai. don’t.”

without giving him any chance to explain, you walked out of the shabby apartment. you knew you wouldn’t be able to last if you listened to him talk. that point was proven the moment you walked past the front door and into the long hallway. your tears spilled immediately, and feelings of foolishness weighed on your heart.

dazai always kept secrets from you. you hoped that one day he would open up to you, but deep down knew that the day would never come. he always swiftly avoided your attempts of learning about his past, so much so that you had given up on learning.

“it’s not important,” he’d say.

you should’ve realized that a relationship where he couldn’t tell you the truth was doomed to fail from the start.

note: while i wrote i had a whole bunch of thoughts, but I'm not so sure if i put them to words correctly (i was writing at 2am while sleepy oops). thank you so much nonnie for the request <3 i hope this is to your liking

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Hey I’m not sure if this is a too sensitive topic but could I ask for a comfort one shot with any bsd character where reader meets them at their loneliest point and makes friends (or possibly more, I don’t mind) with them? I love your writing so much, please keep up the good work <33

a unexpected saviour

synopsis - when everything was going wrong your solution was a curious one at that

includes - nikolai

warnings - gn!reader, angst to comfort, slightly darker, mention of depression and slight hints toward suicide, wc - 776

a/n: hii! thank you so much :) was having serious nikolai brainrot when i read this so here we are

life never was entirely fair and you knew that. but you never expected it to be that cruel to you. everything uou attempted to do didn't go how you planned, you were struggling to keep up conversations with ones you knew, barely finding time to take care of yourself and just sinking further and further into a slump. one that became almost overbearing.

it was the equivalent of screaming into a void that was slowly consuming your whole. you briefly tried to get yourself back on track but it hadn't worked and only seemed to put you down even more, feeling as if you were failing at everything you did. very quickly depression consumed your whole being.

days dragged on in blur and your lack of care seemed evident in your appearance so much so that your employer had taken pity, giving you some time off. although that seemed to make it worse. now you slumped around in your residence barely taking care of yourself as you lounged around goving no care for your actions. waves of negativity crushed you by the day until you truly felt like an empty shell.

nikolai had decided to go upon a small walk. it was his first time in yokohama after all, he wanted to see what it had to offer. and what better way to go do that than to look up from a higher point of view and find a particular point of interest. yet when he found one it was not what he was expecting. you had merely decided that maybe you needed atleast some fresh air.

maybe it did look a tiny bit alarming, especially if they knew what you were going through but you truly had no intentions of doing what might be interpreted as your intention. nikolai didn't understand why he acted the way he did, he didn't even know you yet there he stood asking if you were okay. you turned to face the rather strange looking man with a rather questioning look.

you watched as he sat next to you and started telling rather corny jokes but somehow they made you laugh. those jokes flowed smoothly into a conversation. it was the first conversation in a while thag youhad enjoyed, your worries were pushed to the back of your head and you happily conversed with the clown looking man.

as time bled on you realised you may have to head back soon. so you thanked the man for providing you a rather enjoyable conversation and headed back. for some reason following your conversation you felt more motivated to look after yourself. and you never really second guessed his outfit, afterall he had seemed to help you pull yourself out your spiral.

having a sudden wave of motivation you started clearing around your residence and decided to start looking after yourself again. and that would start with actually getting some stuff in, so as daunting going outside seemed you knew you had to. and it was as if it was a sign things were getting back on the right track, because as you finished up you spotted that same man in the distance in a less crowded area. you don't know what came over you but you headed in his direction to properly thank him.

nikolai too was surprised to see you again, but didn't mind. surprisingly he enjoyed seeing you again and seeing you seem much happier gave him a warmth. he took your apology and yet again started talking to you and lead to a very long conversation with him. and it seemed the feeling was mutual that maybe the both of you saw a friendship on the horizon.

you hadn't minded his eccentric personality as it seemed to be contagious as beong around him made you feel better. and you both decided to exchange contacts. and after you started hanging out with the man you now knew as nikolai. and before you knew it your void of depression had evaporated very quickly and you felt better than ever.

maybe it was fate that nikolai had saw you that night. but you couldn't of wished for a better person in your life. your eccentric clown friend always seemed to brighten your spirits and very quickly stopped you from downspiralling yet again whenever things got tough again. ane you never minded his talks on how freedom was this and that because in some way you agreed.

but regardless you were very thankful that nikolai had helped you, as not only had he saved you from your self depreciating thoughts but you had gained a very dear friend to yourself.

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[adorable-mya]

“Happy end : 10:56pm”

Dazai Osamu (bsd, PM & ADA) x gn!reader

genre : angst -> fluff

warnings : death (not directly) gun, blood. maybe strong language

synopsis : Dazai and you go to your father’s company’s anniversary. (FLASHBACK)

5 years ago.

10:56 pm

« - Y/N you can leave me ! I’m begging you, stay. I’m so sorry…

- Dazai…there’s nothing to be sorry of I love you…»

8:14pm

« - Dazai ? You’re not ready yet ?! you said

- For what ? said Dazai

- Have you forgotten ?! My dad…uh I mean my boss invited us to their annual party ! It’s really a big deal, please wear decent clothes ! you said not even looking in his direction

- Oh yeah…you’re right. Are you sure you want me there ? I mean I don’t think i’m the perfect boyfriend for this type of thing…

- It’s not like I have 30 boyfriends ! And I love you just as you are, now get out and get ready. »

You’ve been dating Dazai Osamu for one year now, it was hard at first, because he wasn’t ready for a real relationship. But here we are, you’re presenting him to your parents. Ah yeah, your parents, your father is a CEO and in one year you’ll be working for him, he’s just a “classic” rich dad. Your mother decided to be a housewife, but since your dad could have a worker for everything in the house (cleaning, cooking) she just took care of your brother and you while your dad was working.

« - Y/N ! Where is my bandages ?! shouted Dazai

- Under the bathroom sink in the cabinet, you replied

- What is the party even about ? dazai said (still shouting)

- It’s the anniversary of my father’s company.

- Ill be ready in two minutes you can already put your shoes on ! »

You started to put your shoes on and sighed, maybe it was selfish to ask Dazai to come with you. At least that was your thoughts, you were sitting in front of the door. Suddenly, you could feel arms surrounding your waist, you saw the fingers covered with bandages and just stayed in front of the door for some seconds because of how much you wanted the world to stop right now. You loved him so much, even though you don’t exactly know what he’s doing in life even though he messed around with others girls even though he was a suicidal womanizer, you loved him. You could sacrifice yourself for him, you could do anything for him. You stood up and said that the car (that your father ordered) is there.

9:12pm

The car ride was long, it was almost 9pm when you and Dazai arrived. The reception was a great and big house, wasn’t that much of a deal for you. You took a breath and Dazai took you by the waist, you both entered the house together. If Dazai wasn’t covered in bandages people could’ve thought that you both were models. You saw your parents in the middle of a conversation on the other side of the room, and before they could notice you, you moved Dazai’s hand so he can hold you by the arm. They noticed you and made a sign so you could join them, you looked at Dazai, looked at your parents and looked at Dazai back. You walked in their direction. They immediately smiled (especially your mom) and started asking questions (your mom asked them actually.) :

« - My baby! I am so sorry you have to live alone…Do you still eat well ?

- Yes, mom I do and don’t-

- Oh my ! I see that you have company who is this young boy?

- He’s-

- I am Y/N’s boyfriend, my name is Dazai osamu. Pleasure to meet you.

- What a beautiful name ! My name’s M/N L/N ! No need to answer but my beautiful why are you covered in bandages ? said your mom with and enthusiastic tone

- Oh well i got in a fight…I’m sorry I couldn’t lie to you, I thought that since I am Y/N’s I have to be sincere with you. But I don’t get in-

you were shocked about how easily he could lie, your eyes could easily translate that

- Oh my baby ! I am so sorry, you don’t have to say more…

- How old are you, young boy ? the deep voice was your dad, his tone wasn’t really angry or anything but his voice in general was quite deep.

- I am seventeen, said Dazai

- You look older ! You’re tall. That’s great.

you thought about this one scene in Bad boys 2 where marcus’ told a fifteen years old guy “motherfucker you look thirty” and chuckled

- Y/N what’s so funny ? you dad asked

- Uhm…nothing really…it’s just there’s this scene in Bad boys II and uhm nevermind actually im kind of thirsty. I’m going to the bar, Dazai do you want to come with me ?

- I’m fine there, I want to have a proper talk with your father.

- But i’m coming with you baby!!! said your mom»

9:25pm

You both walked in the direction of the bar and talked about stuff, not an interesting conversation to tell to be honest. You asked your mom why is there a bar in a reception and other stuff.

10:00 pm

« - Where were you ? You took a long time asked your father

- Right, I missed you ! shouted Dazai while giving you a hug

- We are sorry, we just laughed and talked so much…you said

- Well ! Let’s dance ! shouted your mom

- Honey, you know that tonight is classical music only ? asked your dad

- Yeah yeah but we can still have fun ? Y/N is the best dancer and dance for hours !

Dazai’s eyes immediately looked at you in a “WHAT YOU NEVER TOLD ME THAT” way

- Well…uhm…

- Yeah Y/N let’s dance ! You never showed me your dancing skills ! » He took your hand and walked towards the center of the ballroom, looking at his back with his hair not perfectly styled and his black suit you thought that you could have your happy end with him. But you had to realize it, even though you had a lot of hope you knew how Dazai was and that he will probably break up with you sooner than you thought.

10:15pm

You both were dancing, you were shocked of his abilities to learn fast. You told him the steps 10min again and he was almost better than you ! He was enjoying it even, looking at you in the eyes and smiling. You both looked like the perfect couple right now, ignoring the fights, his (and your) emotional issues, ignoring every single relationship problems between you two. You were smiling, in the same way he was. Life felt good for a moment. You forgot about the time passing, that’s why you always loved dancing. Your feet were moving and you were forgetting about everything, especially when his hands are on your waist and he’s looking at you like that.

10:47pm

« - Y/N…

- We’re not good for each other..we both know it

His hands shook while holding your hips.

- I love you Dazai, but do you ?

He took some time to answer the question, his face looked like he was thinking about some kind of regret. Your heart skipped a beat when he opened his mouth. You didn’t want to end this like that, or you didn’t want to be rejected. You arms shook on his shoulders just like him while holding your hips.

- I do.

- Then why did you take so much time to answer my question ?

- Because I do love you, but I had to think before admitting it, I don’t want to hurt you.

- Should we really be together ? your voice was shaking

- I’m not a good boyfriend, I’m not even a good person Y/N.

You didn’t know if he was trying to manipulate you so he can discreetly break up with you or if he was genuine. But you didn’t want to break up so you said what you wanted to say.

- Dazai. You’re the perfect boyfriend for me, I am so happy to spend time with you. I don’t know if you’re a good person but you definitely have a good influence in my life. I love you so much. »

Dazai’s smile looked like his mind was in peace, and that’s when you looked behind him that you saw it.

10:50pm

A sniper, that’s what you saw. A sniper and a man holding it in Dazai’s direction. What could you do. With the amount of people here you couldn’t risk to lose a life, well maybe yours wasn’t that important?

You held your breath for a second, your eyes started watering. You thought “At least my last moment on earth felt like a dream.” You held Dazai’s shoulder tighter. You took a really deep breath and when you saw the guy pressing the trigger you had no other choice but to exchange your place with Dazai’s. You felt the sharp pain of the bullet, entering your back and you could feel the blood already coming out of. You let yourself rest on Dazai with tears rolling down your face. Dazai looked at you in shock, why ? Why did this happen ? You were the love of his life ? Why couldn’t he protect you ? Why did you have to suffer ? He fell on his knees, you fell too. Everyone in the ballroom were frightened.

« - Dazai can you place my head on your lap ?

Dazai was lost, he just executed your request with no thoughts. He was so lost he couldn’t hear everyone in the ballroom. All he could hear was your voice, he couldn’t focus on the women’s screams or your dad running down the stairs. The only thing that mattered was you. And only you. It was only you two in the universe right now.

10:56pm

«- Y/N you can leave me! I'm begging you, stay. I'm so sorry..

- Dazai..there's nothing to be sorry of, I love you.

- Don’t, please, stop, don’t speak you have to keep your eyes open and save your breath !

you kept coughing blood, maybe he was right.

- Let me speak. I love you Dazai. More than anything in the world, and I don’t know if i’ll be able to survive this, but if I don’t..

- You will ! You can’t leave me…Y/N what am I supposed to do without you…

- You’re the best thing that happened to me, I spent good days with you, I love you. I really do. And I know that even in my bad days you’ll be here.

- Y/N…I love you too, everything will be fine. Because you will survive, we will be able to spend another good days together. Don’t leave me please. »

You passed out, everything was pitch black.

the day after, 10:56am

You woke up in a hospital chamber, everything was white. Your sheets were white, your clothes were white and the walls were white. The only that broke that whiteness was Dazai with his black suit sleeping with his knees on the floor and his head resting on your bed. He had flowers with him and took off his coat that was on a chair next to the door. You gently touched his brown hair and sighed trying to exactly remember what happened last night. Dazai slowly opened his eyes to meet yours, when he saw that you were awake he jumped in your arms smiling and giggling. You felt a pain in the back but you didn’t mention it, he took the chair and put it closer to the bed. He sat there and explained everything to you. That the doctor said you were in a critical state and that you probably will take some time to recover. There was some kind of sadness in his eyes, or regret. But you didn’t mention it, you didn’t want him to be even sadder.

5 years later (PRESENT)

6:13pm

You’re now 22, hanging out in some kind of cafe some guy took you, wondering why you’re here. The cafe actually looks great it’s in a big building…you think it belongs to some kind of…agency? Well, the cafe looks really great, the waiters are nice and the architecture is just amazing and now you start to feel bad because you haven’t been listening to the boy in front of you at all- it’s not like he’s mean or something- you’re just not interested. You wish you were. Anyway you’re still there with this guy…trying to focus on whatever he’s talking about…finances maybe? Or some book? You cannot tell but it’s not like you’re care anymore you just lost all ability to concentrate on him-or anything honestly- you’re just spacing out watching some stairs behind him. What a boring date!

6:29pm

Suddenly you see legs appearing in the stairs, you see a chest, he’s wearing a beige coat. You see a neck with bandages, you see his face, his horrible smile, his pretty nose, his mesmerizing brown eyes and his messy brown hair. It’s him. It’s Dazai Osamu. The guy you haven’t seen in years, he disappeared right after the accident. Leaving you behind. He sees you, you see him. Eyes contact. You babble some kind of excuse to your date and runs away, tears messing your vision- and your feelings- didn’t you move on? Two minutes ago he was just someone from the past, but now you’re running out of a café, crying, just because you saw him.

6:34pm

You can hear his steps behind you, so you’re going faster, the steps keep getting faster. Soon you’re running out of breath, you stop near some garden and try to stop crying. You know he’s almost there, he will be able to talk to you and you don’t know what to do, that’s when you feel a hand on your shoulder, the hand becomes arms around you. You noticed the bandages around his arms were still here.

« - Y/N. his calm and sweet voice said

- You can’t do this to me Dazai! you shouted while crying. You left me! I was all alone! Did you ever-

- Please Y/N. I have so many things to tell you about.

- I don’t care! Didn’t you care about my feelings?! I thought you did! But when you left me, oh boy I knew.

- …

- And now you’re going to become mute ?! You know what, that’s for the best because i have a lot of things to say! you shouted while getting out of his heavy arms and turning around. Do you know how hurt I was? Do you ? I bet you left me and stayed with some girl, you left right after i got hospitalized ! For God’s sake Dazai don’t you remember why I was in this forsaken hospital?! I didn’t know if you died, if you just got tired of me or if I did something wrong by protecting you!

- …

- So you’re still not going to talk, huh? Well, I’m going. I don’t have time for this. you turned around and started walking away.

- Y/N! Please, Dazai shouted as he was walking towards you.

- Please, what Dazai?!

he was now right in front of you.

- I’m sorry, I will explain everything, his eyes felt like a book you could read into him-you knew he wasn’t lying.

- I would’ve never left you without a good reason, but I cannot explain now, there’s too much to say. I want you to know that I loved you back then, he paused, and I still love you now. You- »

You kissed him. You couldn’t help it! You knew it wasn’t necessarily the right thing but you missed him so much, he was everything for you back then and he became everything for you once again. Maybe he will be annoyed that you cut him in his terrific talk. He kissed you back, and you wished for this kiss to be eternal.

But everything has to end. Dazai stopped and asked

« - So do you forgive me ?

- After a few others kisses maybe? » You both laughed and kissed eachother again.

You finally had your happy end.

|| hello author here : the second one is badly written because there are a few months of gap but i really wanted to post this one !! :3 i just loved writing it—-

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[sxaras]

CHAPTER FIVE - is this a date?

₊˚a story in which two teens inexperienced with love learn to love each other.

warnings — selfship fic (osaluma) (livchu), bsd spoilers, angst, fluff, teen love, romance, mentions of traumatic backstories, underage dr.g use (marijuana), violence

tw: mori makes an appearance (he’s a p.do if you don’t know)

MASTERLIST

notes from dazai’s star: i give u fluff, ur welcome, xoxo luma (slight spoiler to the chapter, idk if mori would read a newspaper sorry)

“osamu.” luma’s voice was shaky on the phone, as if they’d been crying. “luma-chan, what’s wrong?” dazai asked in a concerned tone. “i..i got into an argument with my mom,” they sobbed, feeling like absolute shit. and they still had to live through all of it.

“fuck. do you wanna come over?” he asked, almost urging. “mhm, yes,” luma hummed over the call. “okay, i’ll see you soon. or do you need me to pick you up?” dazai inquired, sounding stern yet calm to not upset them more.

“no it’s fine, i’ll head over now. thank you, osamu,” luma replied, sounding relieved. with that, they both hung up and luma began grabbing their things.

they slipped past their mom and exited their home. on the walk to dazai’s house, their stomach was filled with butterflies and all fuzzy. even with all their embarrassing moments in front of him, he still showed compassion for them.

a while later, they had arrived at his place. entering the house and heading to his room, they fell into his chest, sobbing their eyes out. he comforted them the entire time they cried, not letting go once.

“she’s one of the few people i have left, i can’t destroy our relationship,” luma sniffled, pulling away for air. because of their sobbing, they lost their breath a lot quicker.

“i’m sorry, lumi. i wish i could make it better,” osamu said kindly, seeing luma’s flushed cheeks over their nickname. his hand slowly reached up to wipe their tears. “shh, it’s okay. i’ll keep you safe,” he cooed.

the door creaked open, revealing mori—the leader of the port mafia. luma and dazai immediately backed away, keeping a respectful distance from each other.

“what are you two doing?” he asked, a creepy grin on his face. “nothing, just about to watch a show,” luma said, trying not to stammer. they were well aware of his…type, feeling absolute repulse for him. still, they had to respect him as their leader.

“mind if i join you?” he asked. “um, we’d like some private time now, mori-san,” dazai said, giving him a serious look. “alright,” he responded, shrugging and shutting the door.

luma let out a shaky breath. dazai silently scoffed at mori for giving luma so much anxiety. “can we go out, please?” luma pleaded, looking at him with such sorrowful eyes. “g—go out?” dazai stammered, eyes wide. “just get out of the house, your room is comforting but it’s suffocating right now,” they explained, looking around nervously.

“oh, yes of course,” he replied, nodding. they exited the room quietly and snuck downstairs and past mori reading a newspaper.

dazai wanted a small perspective as to what luma and their mother argue about, but knew it was none of his business. “i’m not sure if my mom loves me,” they admitted, almost like they read his thoughts. he glanced at them in shock.

“like, she did so much for me with protecting me from my dad and all but recently she can look at me sobbing and only get angry and call me pathetic,” they explained, choking on their words.

“you don’t deserve to be treated that way. you have a big heart and if people can’t respect that, then they’re not worth it,” he replied, gasping right after.

he knew luma’s feelings on talking about their mother in such a way, but he unfortunately let it slip, wanting to take it back.

luma nodded slowly, not fully believing it. people had said that much to them before but ended up betraying them in the end. it was a repetitive process, which made luma think they were too problem.

sure they weren’t the best person, but you couldn’t blame them. the world was cruel and twisted to them, causing them to do certain things that helped them cope, even if it might’ve been more toxic than what actually happened to them.

arriving at the bookstore, dazai had promised he’d cover the costs of their manga, but luma planned on not buying much out of respect for him and his money.

they both headed to the manga section. luma’s mood instantly brightened when they saw a new volume of their favorite manga—cheeky brat. the story consisted of a playboy falling for his basketball manager and senpai. he was a bit of a pervert but luma was into that (minus the non-consensual perversion).

luma squealed. “finally a new volume’s out! this is my favorite manga,” they explained to osamu, who nodded.

he glanced at the first volumes on display, grabbing one of them. “what’s it about?” luma explained the plot to him in detail, remembering just about every bit of the storyline.

“but the guy’s a pervert though who kisses her without her consent, just a heads up,” they quickly warned. he nodded in response. “but other than that, they’re my comfort couple, i love them both so much!”

hearing luma’s gushing made his heart flutter. he looked down at the cover, wondering if luma found the male love interest attractive. “i swear i dunno if i want yuki or shou,” they said, as if they read his mind again. so they did like both love interests.

yuki was pretty enough to make dazai assume luma would have a crush on her, as they did with almost all women. even if they were fictional, it still left an ache in his heart.

“ugh, can’t stand couples.” they both heard murmuring come from two girls passing by. “i know right? like get a fucking room,” the other girl laughed, walking away with her friend.

“is this a date?” luma asked, trying to hide their eagerness for it to actually be a date. “um, if you want it to be,” he replied, smiling at the thought. “okay, i don’t mind,” they whispered, cheeks flushing against their tan skin.

“can i…hold your hand?” osamu asked hesitantly, wanting to take back his words until luma nodded with a smile and clasped his hand.

they walked down the manga aisles, picking up volumes that either they needed in a series or ones that interested them.

“oh, i ended up picking up too much, here let me—” “it’s fine, luma, i’ll just use mori-san’s cash. we both know the bitch deserves it,” he explained, chuckling. “o…okay,” they trailed off, nodding slowly.

dazai smiled at the excited expression luma held, them now knowing they would get all the volumes they wanted. usually, they hated overusing other’s money. but if it was mori’s money, then screw it.

as they purchased their items, the employee thought they were a couple. “you guys make a cute couple,” she assumed. “oh—we’re not dating,” luma told her nervously.

“my apologies, i shouldn’t have assumed,” she quickly said, shaking her head. what was with people thinking they were a couple? it wasn’t like they had a loving gleam in their eyes when they looked at each other, or the hand holding, or the flustered expressions when they held each other’s hands. definitely not.

exiting the store, both smiled to themselves that they finally went on a date. they wouldn’t want one with anyone else in the world.

#🕯️the hills have eyes! #☆—selfships #☆—osaluma

[strawberrymilkshakeprice]

Alr so when i said i wasn’t gonna upload, i lied 😅 so basically this a snez kink blog, for weirdos such as myself, i can’t make wavs for the death of me… BUT i will make story’s and headcannons (if i find the courage to figure out what to post first) ummm… I’m very innocent, like seriously it kinda surprises me that i know what a kink is, (my parents were really overprotective and didn’t tell about the deed until i was 19) sooo… if you’re gonna be talking about the deed with sneeze in it I’m gonna be asking questions on what the hell your talking about most of the time. (But don’t worry i know about most noughty toys, things, and phrases, thanks to the internet…. I’m traumatized)

What i WILL write

Kpop stuff

sneeze stuff (obvi)

anime stuff

fluff

angst

allergies

what i will NOT write

emote (i have serious emote)

smut (for anime or Kpop, many of them have stated it makes the uncomfortable and i think we should respect that)

character death

mess (Not really my thing)

Deadly illness

anime’s i know

AOT (Attack On Titan

HXH (Hunter X Hunter)

JJK (Jujitsu Kaisen)

Kakegurui

Link Click

SXF (Spy X Family)

MHA (My Hero Academia)

Sasaki To Miyano

HKTB (Hanako-Kun Toilet Bound)

Obey me!

The Yakuza’s Guide To Babysitting

CSM (Chainsaw Man)

Tokyo Revengers

Black Clover

BSD

Buddy Daddies

Demon Slayer

Paradox live

Sk8 The Infinity

Death Note

Zom 100

(don’t question how i know and watch all of these anime’s, I’m a weirdo weeb who has to much time on her hands 😭)

Kpop groups i know

SKZ (Stray Kids)

BlACKPINK

Ateez

TXT (Tomorrow X Together

BTS

Enphypen

Itzy

(G)-idle

NCT

aspea and a bunch more i will put later

ofc please no minors, it’s nothing personal i promise it’s just that when your parents are ready they will tell you all about this type of stuff.

WELCOME TO MY BLOG!!!!

#my blog my rules #bnha #buddy daddies #chainsaw man #jujutsu kaisen #spy x family #blog post #my blog post #snz kink #snzfucker #snz fet #snzblr

[bsdthings]

ALSO!! If it’s not too much to ask?? Can we get Chuuya x male!Reader story based of a Halsey song?? I feel like “Is There Somewhere” would fit well for an angsty one 😼

You don’t have to do both my requests!! And as always please feel free to ask me for something in return, I need BSD requests haha

Thank you so much for the song! I love Halsey and I truly didn't know this song and it's such a shame! Honestly, I craved some angst, so really, thank you very much! It was such a pleasure writing this one

,Chuuya Nakahara

Chuuya x male!Reader

Genres: ☣️ angst ☣️, 😭sad😭

Warnings: blood, violence, illness, childhood friends, friends to lovers, heartbreak, anger, open ending

I truly hope you will enjoy this one! I admit to making it quite personal >~< btw, I'm so sorry for the long time and how hurried this probably feels T-T

There are some things in this life Chuuya truly wonders if he could have done better. They keep him awake at night don't give him any peace, ghosts of his past ready to haunt him at any given moment, make that lump of heavy guilt form at the base of his throat, suffocating. Because he knows he didn't make the best choices, he knows he should've done better in some contexts, knows he could have done better. And yet, he didn't. And he lost. Oh, he's lost so much. He's lost his friends with a betrayal in the stab of his back when he was with the Sheep. He lost many men in his years of being with the Port Mafia and will continue to lose even more of them, but somehow, he hopes to reduce the numbers, to make it as small as possible. He lost a lot. People kept on leaving him and he kept on being the second choice for so many. And as much as it hurt, to never be enough, to never be capable of being the first choice in someone's life, to never be able of making someone stay and not go...it was even more hurtful to know you could have been the first choice for someone if you would've stuck to them. If you stuck around just a bit more, knowing you were already the first choice for someone at some point and yet you dared let go.

Maybe that's the biggest problem. How does he even dare to complain about always being the second choice for the ones in his life when he, himself, has deprived his own self of being the first choice, the first go-to in someone's life. When he's let that go, when he dared to let such a precious thing go, slip right between his goddamn fingers...

How does he dare when he let go of you?

Tonight, as many other nights, it haunts him. The thought of you, of your crooked smile, of the lines forming at your sparkling eyes and the way you used to hold onto him so dearly. The days when he actually felt like your first choice. Those days he carelessly let go of without even realizing how much he's willing to lose for something so little to gain. Because as far as he's got, just as lonely he feels compared to those days when he used to feel so alive, happiness overwhelming. Yet, he feels like he took it for granted, now that he thinks about it, when he remembers those good, old days.

It's been 10 years. It feels like it's been an eternity, another life even. Those days when he used to be so happy and just lived in the moment.

If he could, he would turn back time, give all his Port Mafia years, his rank, his wealth, everything just to get to feel those moments again with you. To have you again in his life.

But he pushed you, didn't he? Now, curled up in his own bed, his red curls touching the skin of his shoulders and back, he lets the growing guilt in his gut swallow him up as he wraps his arms around his knees. How could he do that to you?

You were his first friend. Now that he thinks better of it, you're probably also the only true friend he's ever had.

It almost makes him smile, if he is to be honest. The way he could've have had everything he ever wished for yet he let it slip right between his fingers.

That's the worst feeling ever. To know you were so close to having what you want, to know you had it, to just know and yet, to let it go.

Because when he woke up existing with no memories whatsoever, with nobody to care about him, with no home nor how to make a living for himself, you were there. When he didn't feel human at all, you were there. You just were there, patient and understanding and right by his side. Because you taught him how to read and write, because you were right by his side.

And yet, when the Sheep formed, he cut every string and gone away to find meaning in his life, to find a way to support himself and not depend on you anymore for a living. Or, better said, he was quite forced to do so. Your parents despised him right from the start, found you to be too high for his low self, for a child of the streets, with nobody, with nothing, no family, no home. Your parents had bigger hopes for you, for your future, for your circle of friends, and they weren't even trying to be discreet about it, about how low they saw Chuuya.

But every living skill he had was because of you. From cooking meals together while hiding from your parents to the way he was able to pick up on books and poetry, everything he started in life with was something that connected him to you.

He thinks about you often. About the boy with a big kind smile and the warmest of hugs. About the boy with crinkling sparkles in his eyes and uncaring of the dirt and ripped clothes he owned, giving him new ones and the chance to take a bath, something so basic, so small, yet so important, with the heaviness of the whole world. He still remembers so clearly the way you grinned at even the smallest difference of height between the two of you, saying it's perfect because this way you can keep on giving him clothes and always having that warm tone when you said "Don't grow up too much, Chuu, or I won't be able to give you my clothes anymore".

It was so stupid. Yet, it meant the world to him. And he knew where you are, knew you moved to Tokyo seeking out better studies because you were so smart and indeed deserved more than his nothing ass. He knew you're doing good and knew you're achieving so much and his heart squeezed in his chest, proud of you, so proud of you, yet at the same time hurting so bad, because he's not by your side anymore, because he's not a part of your life anymore, but a mere stranger of your past with memories, not daring to enter your life again after so many years, after disappearing without a world, after just disappearing from your life. Because years passed and you're doing so good, because you're probably not even gonna come back to Yokohama anymore, because, after all, why would you even come back to this port city when you've seen the big streets of Tokyo and made friends and made a place for yourself somewhere else, somewhere where your talents will be appreciated?

It hurts. It hurts so bad to know that he could've been by your side and congratulate you on your absolving, on the take of your first job, on getting into University. Knowing he could've lived those moments with you just if he would have hold on a bit tighter instead of letting go.

His phone pings with a notification and he's almost ready to curse anyone daring to bother him at such an hour, but-

But his eyes widen as he sees your name. Y/N started following you.

It makes his heart thud. How did you find him? How could you even remember him after so many years have passed? How-

"Is there somewhere you could meet me?" he wakes up with the message from you so suddenly.

He didn't expect that, if he is to be honest. Didn't expect you to even remember him, what more to say about you even having the slightest wish of meeting with him or talking with him? After all, he left you without a word. But he can't help but cling to that small bit of hope building up within himself.

I'd come to the end of the earth just to meet you, he thinks to himself.

"I'm back in Yokohama. I know it's late, but..."

Fuck the hour, he can't help but think to himself. Honestly, as if it has any meaning when you're back, when you want to meet him. It feels like a dream, if he is to be honest.

"Where you're at? I'll come pick you up" he fastly responds to your text, his fingers trembling a bit, heart thundering in his chest.

The moment your adress is sent to him, he doesn't hesitate to hastily put on some clothes and get the keys to his bike, fastly moving through the not so busy streets of the port city to get to you.

He almost worries he didn't make it in time back to you or that it was actually just something made up by his mind when he looks around and you seem to be nowhere—

And then there's this boy, with a reserved smile and a raised hand, and he recognizes the colour of your hair, recognizes your eyes, even if more mature, recognizes you, and you've changed so much, and his heart thuds so loudly he's afraid you'll hear it too.

He doesn't even know what to say, what to do with himself, his fingers aching to touch you, to caress you, the one person who's showed him so much and gave him so much without asking for anything in exchange. The one who taught him kindness, a type of kindness he most often than not cannot show, cannot give away existing in him, not in his fielt of work.

Someone he thought he'll never have the chance to see again.

"Chuuya!" and your sparkling eyes, the way your arms suddenly wrap around him, warm and comforting and he missed it so much, the hugs, the contant, the care.

He couldn't even help himself. He couldn't hold back the way his arms wrapped tightly around you, the way fear coursed through him at the simple idea of losing you forever, of everything being nothing more but a simple play of his restless mind, of you letting go of him forever. But you were warm and solid against him. He just couldn't let go.

It's the days that follow. It's the staying at the early hours of the morning on the highest building in Yokohama, dancing to stupid music like two stupid people.

It's making memories, it's the soft admission of never being able to stay in the rain because you would oftenly catch a cold, your frail body unable to battle it with ease.

It's the wide smile, the crooked teeth, the almost slipping on wet paves and him catching you before anything could happen, his senses so used to you they become reflexes. The reflex of catching you.

It's the falling, the shocked giggles when Chuuya admits to being able to control gravity and the way you scream of being like Peter Pan as he lets you float, for once in your life feeling weightless.

It's the stupid bento box you run through literal storm to deliver to him because he might be hungry.

They all catch up to him and he cannot help the heaviness in his heart as the memories tumble in one after another.

"Why did you come to Yokohama?"

It's the small tattoos you two decided to share on your wrists, matching and now making him feel heavier than he's ever felt, his hand clutching yours, way too pale, the other moving gentle fingers through your messy hair.

"I wanted to see you before my time ended"

It seemed ridiculous to him at the time. Ridiculous to think of the deepness of those words. Ridiculous to think of a world without you, ridiculous to think your lungs might not take another breath.

It's the rage burning in his veins when you ended up in the hospital because you were robbed and fell to the ground, your frail knees unable to support your body.

It's the way he could have used his ability to wash you, yet refused to, changing bandage after bandage, warm hands making sure to scrub the sweat away.

It's the way he would clutch at your body and help you walk without putting actual weight on your feet as the wheelchair became a cage.

It's your smile that haunts him after a long day strolling through the city, cursing loudly when a car passed and sent water all over him, who instantly moved to not let it paint your clothes and ended up soaked, but unable to stop smiling when you laughed like that.

It's the mere touch of your lips over his, his heart slowing down for once, such a deep feeling of home settling into his bones.

Why is the Universe so cruel to him?

Why send you back into his life just to have him watch you like this, on the hospital bed, the life you clutched on so tightly seemingly barely in your grasp?

"Don't be ridiculous! We've got a long way to live!"

"Yeah…you're right. Let's cherish every moment, Chuuya, hm?"

His hat fell to the floor, his head bowed, cheek rubbing affectionately over your hand, which sat in his tight, desperate clutch, tears gathering into his eyes, forcing the sobs wrecking his body to silence as he bit his lips.

Is there somewhere you could meet me?

#bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #spotify #chuuya #bsd chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #bungo stray dogs chuuya #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #bungou stray dogs chuuya

[suyacho]

ok ok spoilers for the bungo stray dogs anime and the tokyo revengers manga under the cut, fair warning for character death so if you don’t wanna see it just scroll :)

bsd angst

for the one oda angst i have planned where the reader is pregnant with oda’s song and is left as a single mom but as her son grows up, she notices he resembles oda so much, it both hurts and heals her, it hurts because oda isnt there to see their baby grow up but it heals her because shes still alive to give their kid the best life as she can on her own :’)

kakucho angst

ok ok we all have seen the leaks and are miserable, im still not over it so lets make it worse :)) im thinking of the reader and kakucho having a promise that if one of them were to die, that the other would move on and try to be happy again, try to found love again and that they dont have to stay alone forever. but as you grow older, you found a new lover (chifuyu mayhaps) because the black hair and sometimes find yourself just staring into your new lovers eyes, never being able to fully move on from kakucho and it hurts because youd never want to purposely hurt your new laugher but its the moment that you stare into his eyes that you remember kakucho

#tw character death #snow’s playlist❄️ #Spotify

[thedarkone121]

Complicated Feelings — An OC Bungou Stray Dogs Comic

*Spoilers for Chapter 101*

In the days before my wisdom teeth surgery, I was hit with the new chapter of BSD. Do I think Chuuya is dead? No. Do I think Dazai is an a-hole? No. Did that one panel in the chapter ripped me to shred? Yes.

I feel like I’m in the small minority of fans in the BSD in which, while I do love Chuuya; I don’t see him as the “Victim” or the “Good Guy” in his relationship with Dazai. They were both bad to each other — must I remind people the punch scene from the Dead Apple manga or the time Chuuya swung Dazai in circles until he got sick? — and are willing to mess with each other on an equal playing field. They’re both kids in adults’ bodies who don’t know how to have stable relationships.

This is Bungou Stray Dogs, guys. No one there is a saint. That’s why I love it so much because we have characters who CHOOSE to do good despite all the stuff they did. It doesn’t matter if all the evil stuff they did was their speciality or they were made for it, they choose to do good in the end — even if they’re still trying to figure out what good is. 

Sorry for the rant, just wanted to get my thoughts out there after reading some posts. Onto the comic!

Reading the new chapter made me think how my OC’s reaction — a character who is connected to Chuuya in my stories — would be if she heard this angst news. For context, this is Dazai’s daughter who’s Ability is Territory of Light is amplifying abilities through the use of her emotions. The stronger her emotions, the brighter her amplified light is. It comes with the cost of her emotions being eaten away, leaving behind an emotional husk if she uses her Ability too much.

Her mother was someone her father and Chuuya were well acquainted with — she was a Bounty Hunter that got caught up with the two every now and then. The three were almost friends before a mission sent Chuuya in a fit of rage to the point he sent out a bounty after her.

The bounty was still ongoing three years later and Satoko was forced to watch her mother die in front of her.

Her feelings towards Chuuya are… Complicated.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd chuuya #bsd chapter 101 #comic #my art #my OC #bsd satoko

[squarefriend]

Me: Ok!! I’m gonna write a nice, lax, cathartic kind of fic for the end of гибель. Mostly just hurt comfort, abit of angst, and a sweet little final note. Nothing bigger than 12 or so chapters.

Also me, working on my chapter plan on chapter 12 and BARELY past the middle of winter in a year long fic: …………. Fuck.

#undertale #Gaster #гибель #The Light At The End of The Tunnel #Ok that was kinda a lie #I knew it was gonna be kinda long #I was not realizing it was gonna be THIS long #But it kinda has to be because of character development #I’d say more but I can’t because spoilers #Just know it’s a(nouther) recovery fic #This times the traumas already happened tho #So we don’t have as much angst as BSD #Though….. This one may be longer #Shorter chapters but more of em

[sonder-paradise]

BSD Characters Getting Cold

This is such a dumbass concept but due to the amount of angst I’ve seen on tumblr atm I need floof :’D

Osamu Dazai

This mf is needy

I feel as though I’ve said a fundamental fact

Well cause it is

During winter or just a cold random cold day, he will not hesitate to whine abt it to you

If he’s a work with you then obviously he won’t be working

He’ll obviously be at your side and trying to get you to hold him

Or Vice versa

He’s not a picky person just a needy one (°▽°)

Complains that he needs the warmth of his loved one or he shall perish _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

“Belladonna, pleaseee! I’m freezing right now!” (´；Д；`)

Man rlly just wants your hands in his n o w

At home, he’ll bundle under the covers or drag you into bed fo cuddle

There’s no exceptions o(｀ω´ )o

Every time you think you’re safe and can walk around, he’ll pick up back up and snatch you away

Loves bury his face into the crook of your neck

He might be needy but he’s also affectionate

Sure he could have just got another coat or something

But that would be wrong to neglect his natural heat source

Chuuya Nakahara

Unlike his troublesome partner, Chuuya would rather get sick than admit he’s cold

He’s gone through literal hell and back so why would he be affected by something as stupid as cold?

Someone teach him how to wear his damn coat properly

He would never admit it to your face

Literally would get blue in the face while telling it to your face

You would have to drag the words out of him or just eventually give up and hold his hand or him

He does appreciate when you figure it out and insist on doing it without him instigating it

Once he’s comfortable and warmer, he’ll probably insist that this is something that you want

Chuuya, darling, we know you don’t want to admit this but please-

“Just so we’re clear, I’m only doing this because you’re the one that’s cold.” (￣^￣)

Whatever helps you sleep at night

But he is grateful that the cold is out and away

Cant say that he’s one for the cold weather since he prob gets cold easily

So when handling your Chuuya, please remember to use great care ♪( ´▽｀)

Ryunosuke Akutagawa

All I wanna say is that this man prob sneezes like a kitten

That’s it

That’s the whole post now

Nah I’m just kidding

Aku prob likes bundling up when it’s cold

He lived in the cold all the time as a bb so he’s prob not as affected by it but it’s still cute

He makes sure that you’re warm too

He insists that you wear his coat even if he’s freezing instead

“Do you need to go back inside?”

“Aren’t you colder than me?”

“...no”

Gin sometimes buys or cooks him something warm so he shares with you

He won’t instigate cuddling even if it’s cold so you’ll have to insist on it first

Aku getting cold is actually more rare and one would think

He does shiver like a leaf tho

And it’s adorable ∩^ω^∩

Make him some warm tea and cuddle with him for a little bit and he’ll feel better ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Aku will definitely try and get closer to you or try to hold your hand

It’s mostly as a sign that he’s looking for warmth and you happen to be next to him

Never sure if he’s coughing because he’s colder or he’s just dying like usual

Atsushi Nakajima

He would be such a mf trooper about being cold

He doesn’t want to burden you by admitting that he’s cold

So he just puts up with it until he ends up getting a cold (-.-)

I’m willing to bet that he doesn’t get cold that much either

But he does get all sleepy when it gets cold

He also has a habit of curling up into himself when it does get cold

Nothing too extreme depending on what he’s doing of course

If he’s working at his desk, he’ll hug his legs to his chest

If he’s outside walking around, he’ll wrap his arms around himself

But when he’s with you or by himself, he likes warming himself back up by curling up underneath blankets

Of course he’ll politely ask you if you wanted to join him

“I’m going to take a nap now... Wanna join me?” (*´∇｀*)

But sometimes you’ll just slide in after him

Adores holding you while it’s cold

Plus I reckon his body heat is warmer than normal so he’s a great person to have around during the cold season (〃ω〃)

#[🖋] writing #bsd anime #bsd imagines #dazai osamu #dazai fluff #nakahara chuuya #chuuya fluff #bsd akutagawa #atsushi bsd #bsd scenarios

[anqelically]

300 FOLLOWERS BSD ANGST EVENT — CLOSED

hi, thank you so much for 300 followers!! in celebration, i’m hosting this angst event. it’s my favorite genre, so there’s no escaping it…

i’ll be closing the event after one day. better request as fast as you can !!

to send in a request, choose a character and one or two prompts from the lists below. feel free to add any other details as well. please also send it in my inbox <3

manga spoilers + beast!au welcome

examples: “tecchou with dialogue prompt 1”, “ranpo with situation 5”, or “dazai with dialogue prompt 3 and situation 4 in beast!au” (anything like that)

CHARACTERS

tecchou suehiro

osamu dazai

ranpo edogawa

akiko yosano

atsushi nakajima

doppo kunikida

yukichi fukuzawa

chuuya nakahara

ryunosuke akutagawa

sakunosuke oda

sigma

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

“relationships aren’t always meant to be”

“how could you break your promise?”

“don’t come near me”

“maybe one day we’ll find each other again”

“i never stood a chance”

“we can’t be happy together”

“you never mean what you say”

“i can’t live without you”

“i can’t do this with you anymore”

“please don’t leave me”

“how could you do this?”

“did we ever mean anything to you?”

“i’m done with this— with us”

“i’m disappointed in you”

“why can’t we be happy together?”

SITUATION PROMPTS

star-crossed lovers

you’re breaking up

one of you is dying in the other’s arms

they realize they love you when it’s too late

kissing each other knowing it’s your last

one of you realizes you can’t love the other fully

you have a big argument

one realizes the other is dead

confession before one of you leaves for good/dies

one of you is leaving the other behind

you’re being forced to leave each other

they reject your confession

one is cheating on the other

one of you breaks a promise you made

they try to save you but fail to do so

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