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Pls leave shirase I'm begging u never come back
#Chuuya has acquired a dad#It's Adam#Anyways chuuya deserves the world#bungou stray dogs#bsd chuuya#bsd stormbringer
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CHUUYA
chuuya is so babygirl that he gets his own birthday post (dw dazai gets one too in june lol). slay ig
tw: fire? from a candle?? / dark era spoilers / mentions of alcohol because chuuya likes wine
he didn’t celebrate his birthday a lot, both in the sheep and in the mafia. prices weren’t low when he was younger, and he didn’t nearly have enough time to take a day off to relax from the bloodshed and fighting around him
so when he found a small cake sitting in his fridge that evening, with a small yellow sticky note with a handwriting he was way too familiar with, all he could do was smile. the stupid mackerel had gotten him a cake. it even contained alcohol. stupid bandage wasting machine…
and surprisingly, mori waved him off when he came over to submit his mission report that morning, telling him to take the day off and “enjoy his youth” (his words, not chuuya’s), slipping a paper containing red crayon marks wording something along the lines of “i’ll kill you”, whatever that meant, under his own piles of endless paperwork
so, he spent the rest of his day lounging around in his penthouse, savouring the rum flavoured slice of cake his ex-partner had gotten him (of course he checked for poison; it wouldn’t do him any good to drop dead on the floor of his house before he could even submit his mission report to mori), and nursing the glass of wine from a bottle he had stored away for some time now. the sun was starting to set, bathing the land with its warm oranges and reds and yellows, and the buildings around him were coated in golden light
his shoulders had finally loosened up from writing endless reports and tending to mountains of paperwork after a while, so when he received a phone call from kouyou telling him to come over for some business, his sigh cut through the comfortable silence that had mixed into the atmosphere of his living room
but when he arrived at the oh so familiar traditional japanese style house his ane-san resided at, the surprise was clear on his face when he slid open the door to come face to face with the ginger from the black lizard. kouyou was not too far behind him, going through the entire tea ceremony with grace akin to swans, the aroma of the fresh warm beverage now wafting through the entire estate. now that he looked behind tachihara, he could see higuchi and hirotsu, as well as the akutagawa siblings
his ane-san called him over, instructing him to sit down with her on the tatami mats that still bathed in the gold of the setting sun. a cup of tea was placed in front of him, as well as a small black box. blowing softly over the top of the cup before placing it to his lips, chuuya almost choked when he opened the box to reveal a brand new pair of black gloves. his current ones were worn and creased over the years of use, as well as the countless washings it went through to clean off the blood of his enemies. the people around him could only smile at the shock on his face, some giggling at his wide eyed look
so when he stretches the new leather over his hands and wiggles his fingers, the familiar warmth of his old glove is replaced with a new comfort that wraps his hand, and the warmth in his chest burns like an inferno
although he lost the sheep when he was younger, seeing the smiles on the faces of the people surrounding him as they bring out a cake from kouyou’s fridge makes the emotions in his chest swirl like the storms and tornadoes; if he had never met dazai, he would probably have never met the people who were singing him a birthday song (his very first one) and using the lighter from his pocket (when had they even got hold of it?) to light the tiny wax candle that stood proudly on the cream
as he made his wish and blew out the candles, he could almost feel the hairs at the back of his neck standing, as if they too could tell that there was a certain brown haired detective toasting a glass of cheap sake to him from his own apartment
some PROFESSIONAL SQUASH PLAYER DAZAI content too <3
a kiss on the lips.
that was what japan’s number one national squash player had gifted him for his birthday, right after he stepped out of the court, all sweaty from the movement and with his racket still gripped tightly in his hand.
sure, the frame of the eyewear had pressed against his forehead rather harshly; sure, the mackerel had sweat dripping all over him from the exhaustive game he just had; sure, their teeth had knocked together when their lips connected. but chuuya could not deny that his skin shone as bright as his hair, the back of his hand pressed to his pursed lips, sharp blue eyes following the taller figure as he skipped off to find his manager.
he continued to stare at the back of the exercise shirt that had gotten slightly see-through with the sweat running down the man’s back, but his shoulders visibly flinched when dazai turned to look back at him, eyes shining with mirth. happy birthday, he mouthed, before giggling cheekily and trailing after the man with sleek black hair that led him away, leaving chuuya to continue feeling the intense burn of his cheeks.
#lei writes! ଘ(|lI.‸.)#chuuya is so babygirl he gets bonus writing#bro this was longer than both my english and geog aas#this shows just how much effort i put into my work :D#ok but anyways#happy birthday to chuuya the prettiest babygirl#you deserve the whole world and more#so i hope no more angst + a reconciliation arc with dazai after the current shitshow that is the manga#squash player dazai#bungou stray dogs#bsd#chuuya#dazai#soukoku#chuuya week 2023#kouyou ozaki#akutagawa ryuunosuke#akutagawa gin#akutagawa#gin#hirotsu
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🇨 🇴 🇳 🇫 🇪 🇸 🇸 🇮 🇴 🇳 !
BSD MEN REACTING TO A CONFESSION.
↷ A/N ─ yes new divider again because im indecisive as heck
★ FT. ─ dazai , chuuya , ranpo , akutagawa , atsushi , fyodor
!! TAGS ─ mentions of suicide, insecurities, overall fluff
"i love you."
ᴅᴀᴢᴀɪ.
promptly replies with, "i love you too."
he'll lean into you with an amused smile because he lowkey thinks you're joking
when he realizes you're serious about it he'll immediately stop the stupid grin
and look at you with this sincere look you've never seen on his face before
he'll hold your hand and everything while repeating "i love you too," for a second time, only this time he's serious about it too
definitely asks for double suicide later
"You know it's my motto to unalive myself with a beautiful woman. How lucky of you to have been bestowed upon this honour."
"Mhm."
"I'll say yes if you join me in a double suicide," he asks with puppy eyes.
"Dazai, you already said yes."
"I'll say it again!"
ᴄʜᴜᴜʏᴀ.
he stops abruptly and half chokes on his expensive ass wine
poor boy is really confused 😭 because "where did that come from??"
he tries to play it cool but he's literally SCREAMING inside
we all know he's been betrayed a lot of times in the past so he feels hesitant about it
will decide to give it a shot tho
100% calls dazai to brag about it
"You may be taller or whatever (as if that matters in the first place) but were you the one able to steal her heart? Eh? I think not!"
You chuckle hearing him update his rival of his new relationship status.
"And anyway," he raises a glass of wine for toast. "I'd like to thank my good looks, good looks and did I mention my good looks (?) for making tonight the happiest night ever."
ʀᴀɴᴘᴏ.
"i know."
he has always observed every single thing about you - how you behave around others vs how you behave around him, the little times you look at him like you want his attention etc etc
he's known about this since like soooo long
he defo also knew when where and how you were gonna confess
went to yosano for tips to react to it and bought you chocolates and stuff. he thinks it'll make you happy :D
eats all of that himself even tho he originally bought it for you but you let it slide because he's a cutie patootie
"You could at least have been a bit subtle about it," he says, munching on his chips. "I mean, anyone who saw you would've been able to guess. I didn't even need my ability for this!"
He lifts his chin up thoughtfully, fingers ripping open another packet of snacks. "You should be grateful I'm not a snitch. Eh, well," he shrugs, "You're now dating the greatest detective in the world! Congratulations!"
ᴀᴋᴜᴛᴀɢᴀᴡᴀ.
"eh???"
like chuuya, he's pretty confused too
"are you sure?"
tries to keep a straight face and hide his fluster
he'll narrow his eyes at you as if he's trying to read your emotions. he doesn't wanna get hurt if he gets too attached to you and you two end up breaking up
also how tf is he supposed to believe that someone like YOU like someone like HIM?
reassure him that he's perfect please :( poor baby deserves the world
"I am a lot of work. I don't think you can keep up with all of that," he says shortly.
"I'll try my best."
"You don't have to."
"But I want to!"
He stares at you for a few moments, looking like he's about to cry.
"Oh, alright then," he waves a hand around. "But don't you ever leave me."
ᴀᴛꜱᴜꜱʜɪ.
screams
"SAY IT AGAIN PLEASE!"
jumps around everywhere in happiness
you dont even get a verbal answer the man's just dancing around
either that or he just faints
he's, like akutagawa, insecure about himself. but he's much more open to showing his emotions to you.
you end up cuddling the whole night or he calls off work to be with you for the rest of the day <3
"I..." he repeats the same word for the fifth time in a row.
"Yes?"
"Don't mind me, I'm just trying to come to terms with the fact that I get to date you."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"No, no!" he panics, wringing both hands all over himself hastily. "I love you! Really!"
ꜰʏᴏᴅᴏʀ.
no reaction. im sorry
spares a small glance at you but otherwise doesn't get distracted from his work
you think he's gone deaf from the way he just ignored you cuz what????
will spend like 15 minutes that way before extending an arm to you and you lowkey DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO??? HELP??
he'll stare at you for a few seconds before pulling you onto his lap and continuing with his work
and that's his way of saying yes
He shuts the computers around him down and taps your outer thigh twice. You immediately stand up and help him up. He stares at you for a few seconds, contemplating something.
"You know, I never thought I'd enable others to call me a lovesick fool."
"Does that mean you are a lovesick fool?"
"A little, maybe," he turns around and walks out of the door while you follow him with a soft smile on your face.
© chuulyssa 2024 - do not copy, plagiarize or repost my works on any platforms. do not translate.
#bsd x reader#bsd x y/n#bsd x you#bsd scenarios#bsd hcs#bsd headcanons#dazai hcs#dazai x y/n#dazai x reader#chuuya imagines#chuuya x reader#fyodor hcs#fyodor x you#fyodor x reader#akutagawa hcs#akutagawa x reader#chuuya headcanons#dazai headcanons#dazai x you#fyodor imagines#atsushi hcs#atsushi nakajima#atsushi x reader#dazai bsd
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A/N: this is just something random both to help me feel better and to write something since I haven’t wrote in weeks lmao- reader is gender neutral!
Chuuya loves to spoil you.
You’ve never been the one to ask for anything, and he wonders if it feeds into why he’s so ready to give you everything you want.
It could be something as small as a new book you’ve been wanting to read, or an outfit that caught your eye when you were both out on a date- you barely bat your eyes and Chuuya is already pulling you into the store, taking out his wallet.
Fancy dates at restaurants you would never dream of dining at, lavish clothes that had way too many zeros on the price tag, even flying out of Yokohama for the first time- the list goes on and on.
Chuuya senses your hesitation whenever he tries to give you gifts, and he can read you well to see why. You stress to him that he doesn��t have to do all of this, that you don’t want him to think that you’re relationship hinges on being materialistic, but he already knows. He’s not doing this because he has to, he’s doing it because he wants to. You deserve the best, and he makes it his mission to give you that.
You scold him every time he spoils you by surprise (which it’s starting to happen so much it really shouldn’t be surprising anymore), and all he does is laugh and press his lips against yours. He knows that you can get it yourself, but why when he can just get it for you now? He doesn’t have this black card for nothing, and he rather spend it all on you anyway (even if it’s on the small stuff you can get yourself).
And Chuuya knows that you appreciate it every time too.
He’ll do everything in his power to give you the world and more.
#in my times of sadness this made me feel better#so I hope you enjoy <33#bsd.txts#writings.txts#bsd x gender neutral reader#bsd x you#bsd x reader#bsd x y/n#chuuya nakahara x y/n#bsd chuuya x reader#chuuya x reader#chuuya x you#chuuya nakahara x reader#chuuya nakahara x you#bungou stray dogs x reader
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hiii !! may seem a bit basic, but chuuya picks up reader after a stressful day at work with his motorcycle fluff and smut 👾.
thank you, u're the best !!
୨ৎ❀ hey, there’s nothing wrong with simple! i appreciate you sending me a suggestion ♡ it's been awhile since we've visited my fave ill-tempered redhead anyway and he deserves all the attention ୨ৎ❀ fluff. smut. deep throating. praise. rich-boyfriend!chuuya x fem!reader. quick lil 1.9k word drabble. lemme know whatcha think, luv u ୨ৎ❀
♡ MDNI ♡
Me 'n My Girl 。˚☽
so proud to be in your world, just me and my girl ⋆.˚
⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅
A warm mid-evening breeze swept through your hair as you stepped out of large doors of your office building and let out a sigh. The smell of petrichor bounced off of the pavement while a light rain cascaded over downtown Yokohama.
Under normal circumstances, it would’ve been your favorite weather, but the stillness of it was just another reminder of the unrelenting storm of anxiety that’d been plaguing your mind all day.
Nothing had really happened. Work went okay. Your commute there was okay. Your coworkers were okay. Your lunch was okay. Everything was seemingly okay, but that's what made it worse. You couldn't pinpoint the source of your discomfort. Couldn't place the blame on any one single thing for making you feel so off. It was a phantom annoyance. A problem that didn't seem to exist to anyone else besides you.
"Shit." you mumbled, feeling your purse slip from your shoulder as it, along everything it was holding, fumbled out of your reach and spilled out into the middle of the sidewalk.
You were halfway down the stairs, your pumps clicking against the concrete when your hand suddenly reached for the railing. The heel of your shoe breaking clean off, almost knocking you completely off balance.
It wasn't the time to cry. You'd made it so far - managed to hold it together for your entire shift and you were finally at the finish line, but your capacity to handle any more minor inconveniences was well beyond its limit. You swallowed down the lump in your throat, unable to fight back the hot, frustrated tears that streamed down your cheeks while you took both of your shoes off and you gathered up your belongings in defeat.
Chuuya rounded the corner not a second too soon, the loud vroom of his engine coming to a gradual halt as he kicked his foot out to put the motorcycle in park before stepping off.
He smoothed down his disheveled hair, his smirk quickly fading the closer he got to you.
"Baby..." he said softly, looking at broken pair of shoes in your hand and the haphazard way your bag had been slung over your shoulder. "What happened?"
"Nothing," You lied, shaking your head. "It's fine."
He knew you too well though. Knew that if he simply nodded and waited a minute, it would pour out of you without him having to pry. He put a hand on your shoulder, letting you avoid his stare until you finally caved.
"Today was just stupid," You sulked, "Everything was horrible for no reason and then my fucking heel snapped and now," You were fighting an uphill battle against your emotions. More tears pricking at your eyes as your gaze caught his. "And now I can't even ride on the back with you because I'm barefoot and everything is ruined."
Even though he hated seeing you get this worked up, he couldn't deny that there was something so fucking cute about how pouty and helpless you became when things didn't go your way. He took pride in knowing that you needed him, that he was the one you relied on to pick up the pieces when life got too stressful.
"Stay here," he said, taking his leather jacket off and draping it around your shoulders. "I'll be right back, okay?"
You nodded at him, watching him tuck his hands into his pockets as he crossed the street. It was easy to forget who he was sometimes. How merciless he could be with other people when he was so gentle and attentive with you. He was a Port Mafia executive who doubled as a golden retriever boyfriend when no one was looking. Calloused and feared by some of the scariest people in Yokohama and yet for some reason, physically incapable of saying no to you.
You wiped your tears away watching him flick his cigarette onto the sidewalk, an unexpectedly large Chanel bag hanging from his wrist.
"C'mere," he said, taking your hand as he led you to the Ducati.
You plopped down on its leather seat with both legs dangling off to one side while he knelt down and opened the bag, sliding a gorgeous pair of black open-toed suede heels onto your feet.
"Gimme the broken ones."
You pulled them out of your purse with a small smile, letting him throw them away in a nearby trashcan before returning back to you. "Better?" he asked.
"You know there's an Adidas store right around the corner?"
He smirked, placing both hands at either side of you, his mouth grazing yours with a whisper. "My girl had a terrible day at work and you expect me to make it worse by buying her cheap shit?"
Your heart fluttered, another slight grin tugging at the corners of your mouth as you breathed in the comforting smell of his cologne. "Your girl is really lucky to have you."
"Yeah, well…" he mused, "I have a feeling she'll be makin' it up to me later.”
⋆.౨ৎ˚.⟡˖ ࣪
The ride back to his house was peaceful with hardly any traffic for a Thursday night.
There was something about being on the back of his motorcycle that made you feel so indescribably close to him. From the way your body pressed against his to the way he'd tell you to hold onto him tighter. You loved the looks people would flash the two of you as you'd speed past them. The butterflies that flooded your stomach each time he'd start to go faster than he should've. Even if he had a bad habit of occasionally breaking the speed limit, you still trusted him entirely. He was well aware of the difference between having a little bit of fun and being reckless and he'd never cross that line when he was with you.
You felt infinitely better by the time you pulled into the garage, carefully letting your legs fall as he shut off the engine. Your bad day felt like a distant memory - your mind now comfortably occupied with the thousand-dollar shoes that were decorating your feet and the way his eyes lit up as he helped you down.
It was hard to process sometimes that he'd been waking up next to you almost every day for the last year and still looked at you like you had put the stars in the sky.
You grabbed his arm before he could make it inside the house, gently pushing him back onto the seat of his bike. He raised an eyebrow, but didn't stop you as you hovered above him and began undoing his belt.
"You always make me feel so good." You whispered, reaching up to let your lips catch his while your hands continued to unbutton his pants. "I wanna return the favor."
You could feel him growing hard as his tongue swirled against yours with fervor. A gloved hand resting on the back of your neck to pull you in closer while you reached for his zipper and freed him from the fabric that was separating the both of you.
He let out a low groan when your palm met the base of his cock, delicately wrapping your fingers around it as you started to move uppp and downnn at just the right pace, earning even prettier noises from him.
His grip tangled into your hair, moving your head to the side so that he could descend down your neck. Kissing and nipping away at your soft skin while you continued to stroke him. His movements were getting harder to control the faster you went, squeezing him so fucking perfectly that he nearly ripped the front of your shirt open.
You let out a small yelp as he roamed across your chest, lightly slipping your nipple between his teeth while his blue eyes travelled up to yours. "Get on your knees for me."
You nodded, keeping your stare locked with his. Your hand still going in the same motion as you repositioned yourself, kneeling in front of him so that your face was front and center with where he wanted you. You pulled his pants down further, your core aching as you obediently slid your tongue along his base.
"Fuck," he hissed, his mouth dropping open at how tantalizingly thorough you were, "God, that feels – hah – that feels… so.... good."
You took your time, coaxing more heady praises out of him as you made your way up his length, letting a generous amount of spit trail down his shaft while your hand held him in place. His pink tip was practically dripping with pre-cum by the time you reached it, begging to have your pretty little mouth wrapped around it.
You smiled against him, looking up at him with doe-eyes before giving in to his body's needs. "It's all mine, right?" You asked, causing him to twitch in your hand.
"All yours." He groaned, doing everything he could to stop himself from shoving your head down onto him. He wanted you so bad it hurt, but even in the midst of his clouded thinking, he was still more concerned about you. If you needed to hear him say it, then that's exactly what he'd do.
"It's all yours, baby." He exhaled. "I'm all yours… Every inch of me is all – fucking...your...s"
His words were quickly taken from him though, stolen by the way you’d flattened your tongue and pressed it firmly against his tip.
You watched his eyes roll back as his hand gripped your hair, the two of you working to find the perfect rhythm.
You loved the breathy noises he made for you. The way his hips thrusted forward while he buried himself into the warmth of your mouth. The feeling of him getting harder with each slurp and squelch that echoed across the garage as you struggled to take the whole thing.
"Keep going." He grunted, still fighting the overwhelmingly feral urge to slam into you. "Doin' so good f'me."
You went as deep as you could, easing him into the back of your throat while your tongue continued to glide across his shaft.
His movements became more frantic, his voice breaking the faster you went. "God – damn..."
You kept up the same unrelenting pace, drool spilling down your chin as your eyes locked with his again.
"Fuck," his moans turned into guttural whimpers, his body thrusting desperately in search of release. "Just like that," he choked out, "just like that, don't – fucking stop, please baby... don't stop, I'm –"
He looked lost, completely entranced by the hold you had over him as a lewd warmth coated the back of your throat. More carnal obscenities pouring from his lips as he slowly regained control over his breathing and pulled out of you.
"Next time –" he panted, helping you to your feet before leaning in to kiss you. "I'm buying you the whole fuckin' store."
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I CHOOSE YOU AND ME, RELIGIOUSLY
osamu dazai x reader
thoughts about how dazai would treat you
same premise as the chuuya + atsushi ver
inspired by guilty as sin
osamu dazai, who doesn’t really know how to love. you confuse him and challenge the equations in his head. who is a mystery to everyone, even himself. who is sure that nothing will fill his heart. who is easy to approach, but hard to love.
osamu dazai, who wonders if he’s allowed to cry. if he’s allowed to show any real emotion behind the walls and bandages he’s put up. who wonders if he- an absolute vile monster of a man- is allowed to love you. who wonders if he deserves anything more than death for what he’s done, for the demon he still thinks he is.
osamu dazai, who still tries to be a good man. who takes the words of his former friend to heart. who wonders when he’ll deserve to love. who wonders when he’s considered good enough to love you. who is usually so smart, so calculated, and so thoughtful, and who is at an embarrassing loss for words when it comes to you.
osamu dazai, who decides he’ll bet against the universe once again. who throws his life to the wolves and the ocean rocks if it means getting to hold you. who treats you like gold, whispering words into your ear he would never dare to speak to anyone else. “you’re not my first kiss, my first time, or even my first ‘i love you’ but you are the first person who made living seem possible for me.”
osamu dazai, who prefers to be alone. who knows thats what makes you different, because for the first time ever, he craves your presence. he wants you in his lap while he reads, who actively pulls you towards him when he sleeps, who kisses your knuckles before leaving for a mission, who returns to engulf you in his embrace when he steps into a home. who actually thinks of his apartment as a home when you’re in it.
osamu dazai, who everyone thinks is a womanizer, but is secretly a gentlemen. who knows chivalry like its his first language. who always opens to the door for you, slips his hand around your waist like a puzzle piece, who zips up all your clothes for you, who presses kisses underneath your ear while he’s at it, who reads you poetry, who teases you because he can’t help but love the way you turn pink, who somehow manages to keep the flowers he buys for you alive for longer, who knows everything about you, and who lets you decode his soul.
osamu dazai, who wants you to know him as well as he knows you. who tells you about his past, about his wrongdoings, about odasaku. who swears that the most human he has ever felt was when he was looking at you. who can’t fathom how you’re real. who lets you see whats under his bandages. how his heart swells when you kiss each one.
osamu dazai, who makes chuuya promise him to protect you should anything ever happen to him. who can’t stand the thought of you leaving, even though death was such a common feeling for him in his life. who tells chuuya you’re his everything, and trusts him to look after you. who can’t imagine another man ever loving you, but knows that chuuya is a man of promises, and will not let anyone touch a hair on your head once he’s gone.
osamu dazai, who thinks of you as way to die. who takes one look at you and recalls things that haven’t even happened yet. late nights, messy kisses, promises, families, embraces, heaven, sin, unraveling, scars, loving not despite but because. who’s heart is so full of you he can barely call it his own anymore.
osamu dazai, who thinks that even if its all make belief, and if he’s simply made you up, he’ll uphold his vows anyway. he’ll still come home to you with a kiss to your forehead. he’ll still always give you his jacket when you even slightly shiver. he’ll still read to you his favourite poetry, tell you his secrets and watch how you love him anyway. he thinks that even if you aren’t real, he’ll love you like his favourite storybook.
osamu dazai, who knows the world will crucify him anyway. who knows he’ll likely pay for what he’s done at some point. who knows the universe will catch up to him soon, even though he’s trying to be better. who thinks its okay if he gets what he deserves, even if its death, because he’s already seen heaven just by kissing you. who thinks that way you hold him is spiritually holy, who lets you haunt him stunningly. he vows to find you in another life, one where he can deserve you. a life where he an love you with no limits. who knows he’ll choose you, always.
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hi, i love your writing!
could you do yandere ranpo, chuuya, dazai and atsushi with a s/o who’s really sleepy all the time? basically like, anemic like fyodor 💀
no stop this ask is like a callout post. i sleep all of the time during the day and i stay up all night… i should probably fix that LMAO. anon, you and i may or may not be anemic. /j anyways yes i love this request! thank you for requesting!! <3
Their Darling Is Always Sleepy; Osamu Dazai, Ranpo Edogawa, Atsushi Nakajima, and Chuuya Nakahara
Format: Headcanons
Possible warnings: Yandere content, dark themes, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of non-consensual drug usage
Osamu Dazai
When he first met you he took note of your trait of sleeping all of the time. At first it concerned him since he thought that it might have been a health condition, but when he found out that it wasn't, he found it absolutely adorable.
He would bring you pillows so you can nap comfortably on your desk, or sometimes he’d even bring a spare blanket to the agency for you.
Sometimes he’d find you sleeping around the agency’s office, or he’d find you sleeping in a booth at the café downstairs. He’d of course let you sleep because someone as adorable as you deserves your beauty rest, no?
Though, sometimes he’d get slightly frustrated because he wanted to spend more time with you. You would know when you ticked him off by his tone of voice. If he was more whiny then usual, then that was your telltale sign of to stay awake for him.
More often than not you’d wake up to his coat draped on your shoulders, acting as a makeshift blanket. You told him more than once that he didn’t need to do this for you, but he insisted on doing this for you.
Eventually when he fell in love with you, he’d become paranoid about your sleeping habits. He knew that you were very capable of protecting yourself, but what if someone took advantage of you while you were sleeping? And what if he wasn’t there to protect you? He absolutely hated the thought.
After all, evil expects evil.
He didn’t want anything bad happening to you. You may have not known it then, but you were his lifeline. If something happened to you, then he wouldn’t know what to do with himself.
After a few weeks of contemplating on what he should do, he eventually kidnapped you.
Terribly enough, he took you while you were napping. He did exactly what he feared what would happen to you. A part of him felt awful, but another part was happy that you were finally safe in his arms.
He knew that you’d never leave him.
You like him far too much for that.
Ranpo Edogawa
To put it in short, he absolutely loved your ability to sleep anywhere. In fact it’s one of the reasons why he fell so head over heels for you. He found it absolutely adorable! How could he not?! He got to see your adorable sleeping face!
In fact, seeing you nap was his motivation for each day. He absolutely loved seeing you so at peace. He wouldn’t trade it for the world.
When you two first got into a more normal relationship, he’d often nap with you if he wasn’t on a case. He absolutely loved to snuggle up to you and close his eyes. It was very relaxing to him.
Ranpo would keep a blanket and two pillows in a closet reserved only for the two of you. Fukuzawa of course approved of this for some reason. Maybe it was because Ranpo talked him into it?
Sometimes you’d find that you were more tired than usual. This would always happen after Ranpo offered you a drink as well. Surly he wouldn’t drug you just so he could cuddle you, right? He’s not that insane, right?
If you ever wanted to snack on something right after you woke up, then he’d let you eat some of his food. He is obsessed with you after all. Why wouldn’t he show you his love like this?
When you started to not want to nap with anymore, that’s when his obsessive tendencies started to kick in. How dare you not want to cuddle with the greatest detective anymore? You said it was because that you were starting to get sweaty from the constant affections since it was the summer months, but he didn’t want to hear any of it.
After all, he is quite childish.
When he decided to kidnap you, he gave you a higher dosage of the sleeping drug that he would give you. It wasn’t enough to cause permanent damage, no, but it was enough to have you asleep for a whole day if he was lucky.
Now that you’re with him, he’ll make sure that the two of you nap and or cuddle whenever he gets the chance. He’s very clingy towards you because he loves you oh so much.
And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Atsushi Nakajima
When he first met you, you were napping at your desk. Originally he didn’t believe in love at first sight, but you somehow managed to change his view on that just by being lazy and sleeping while on the clock.
He absolutely found your ability to sleep anywhere adorable, but also slightly concerning. He was overly cautious of what might happen to you. What if the Port Mafia went to strike while you were sleeping? What if the agency got in danger? What if some one tried to kill you?
He got very anxious because of these things. He knew he wasn’t being rational, but still, those thoughts clouded his brain. He couldn’t get them out of his head, and he hated it.
When you went home for the day to take yet another nap, he would follow you home and watch you through a window. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he had to make sure that you’d be alright.
You’re the light of his life.
When you were sleeping in the office, he’d always make sure to move right near you just in case of an emergency. Though, he’d do this once he was sure that you were asleep. Because of his ability allowing him to hear slightly better than others, he’d only come near you once your breathing became more steady.
Sometimes your coworkers would coo at the two of you. They honestly thought that you were dating because of how clingy the weretiger was.
You’d have to explain to them that you’re just friends, and that wounded Atsushi. He wouldn’t let that show though.
Atsushi wouldn’t resort to kidnapping out of worry for you. No, not at all. What he’d do is make sure to stay near you at all times. He’s guilt trip you into moving in with him because he was just that worried about you.
Once he was able to always keep a watchful eye on you, he’d start to relax. He’d let you sleep without any worrying on his end.
Just don’t leave him, alright?
He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you left.
Chuuya Nakahara
When he first found out about your tendencies to sleep anywhere at any given time, he was a tad bit concerned for your health. He knew that wasn’t normal, so when he asked you about it you made sure to assure him that it’s just something you do. You had to repeatedly tell him that you’re fine.
Once he got more used to your ability to sleep like that, he found it adorable. He liked that you trusted him enough to nap around him without a care in the world. He liked that if anything happened, he would be the one to save you.
Much like Dazai, sometimes he’d drape his coat over your shoulders so you could have a makeshift blanket. Or if it just so happened to be too bright in the room, he’d give you his hat so you could put it over your face to block out the light.
Though, sometimes he’d find your constant napping somewhat annoying. He wanted to spend time with you, especially on his rare days off! He didn’t just want to watch you sleep.
Because of this, on his days off you are forced to stay awake and be with him at all times. If you fell asleep or strayed away from him, then he’d get quite angry with you. He wouldn’t hurt you, no not in the slightest, but he’d lightly threaten you. After a few times you got the message and you’ve been by his side ever since.
More often than not he’d coax you into sleeping over at his place. The reasons he gave you to do so were simple; his house was on the larger side, and you’d be more comfortable.
Those reasons were true, yes, but he also left out the part where he’d watch you nap almost obsessively.
Sometimes he’d carry you to his bed and tuck you in for the night. He loved moments like those because it made him feel like your actual boyfriend.
Chuuya wouldn’t kidnap you because of your tendencies to sleep whenever you get the chance. Well, maybe he would if something bad happened to you, but that would be in the future and it would be a huge ‘what if’ scenario.
Just don’t leave your guard dog, alright?
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Hear me out. What if one day Chuuya finds out that the reader was also experimented on.
TW:scars, leaked information, trauma
Chuuyax reader
𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶 𝓍 𝐸𝓍𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹! 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇
𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 - 𝓁𝒶𝒷 𝒶𝒷𝓊𝓈𝑒
𝒯𝓎𝓅𝑒 - 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓊𝑒
Chuuya is DEVASTATED
How come his sweet and gentle lover has been hurt
He would take every ounce of pain from you into himself if given the chance
And his initial reaction, however he found out, will be hard to stomach
He’s in shock
“No… no no that’s not true. You had that good childhood, and you’ve been treated good by everyone. Just like you deserve, right? Right?”
Wide eyes traveled the room mindlessly. His brain was too occupied by thoughts to see anything beyond patches of color and light.
It was obvious what was going on in his head.
First, his experience. What he knows of the pain that still cause shakes and shivers in his body. The absolute mental devastation caused by the storm in his heart and mind from knowing his past.
Secondly, he sees you in the same position. Screaming, blood over your plush skin. Eyes dazed, far away from the world around you. Whatever world you may have been in that allowed you to be treated so poorly. Because if you had gotten hurt, it must’ve been a world Chuuya wasn’t part of.
“Right?”
“I’m sorry…”
“Sorry? No, fuck. Don’t be sorry, don’t you dare say that.”
In a split second he crossed the distance and pulled you into his chest.
“I’ll kill them all.”
Of course he would lie down his life for you, but this information increases that tenfold
You’re not fragile, that much is obvious, but after learning how close you were to death he strives for your life
Whatever it takes
“Chuuya, I do not need a bodyguard. It’s just down the block! And this boy needs a walk anyways!”
The dog barked in agreement, sorta. But Chuuya would not budge. No puppy eyes work on him when it comes to your safety.
“No. You can talk him on the walk, and go to the market. But one of my subordinates is going with you. I have some emails to write.”
“But!”
“No buts, love. It’s for your own good.”
He pet the doggies head while speaking sternly to you. Little did you know, it wasn’t just one subordinate. He had a whole team on your saftey detail at all times outside of work and home.
And if those scientists are still alive?
Not anymore… it will be a MASSACRE that the news will cover for months
“Hey baby, did you see the news this morning?”
You asked, on a whim as you scribbled a shitty signature on some paperwork.
“No, why?”
“Some old facilities blew up. It was crazy. Reports said none of the victims died in the explosion. They all died by these terrible and violent ways. Like torture and stuff… gives me the chills.”
That was his cause, you. The cute way you told him about every little thing you heard. The funny actions you do to make show of your words.
All his to watch, and not theirs to ruin.
“No baby, I didn’t hear about that. How interesting.”
I hate to bring it up, but it makes him feel worse about himself
How can you, someone who went through the same as him, still be so kind?
Why isn’t he like you?
He doesn’t see himself as sweet or gentle, he’s a monster and a threat to everyone he loves
And he thinks he lacks the humanity that you “still have” that allowed you to grow so kind
You stalked into the bedroom, tense at the fact that the door was closed. He usually would leave it open?
“Chuu? I saw your shoes at the door, I know you’re home-”
There he was, his ginger hair on full display. Hat in his hands to his chest. Said chest on his knees, curled into a ball of black clothing.
His torso expanded and contracted with each exchange of air.
“…was it work? Meetings with Mori su-”
Words failed. Minuscule things such as meetings at work would cause this. Would cause Chuuya Nakahara to cry.
“You weren’t supposed to be home.”
“…what?”
“You weren’t supposed to be home. I was supposed to be alone, and… and I- I dunno.”
Whines left his mouth when you kissed his cheek.
As if Judas to Jesus, he burned at your affection. Unworthy of something so…human.
“What did I do to deserve you?”
“Living, and loving. That’s what you’ve done.”
This isnt meant to be spicy, but sex is sex 🤷🏻♀️
And obviously if you’re going to be doing that, he’ll see your scars
For a couple who both has their fair share of scars, this likely isn’t the way the experiments were revealed
It takes a hell of a lot of trust to show yourself so vulnerable to anyone
But he loves each indent
He sees not the pain, but the growth then on
When you cuddle, he’ll get dazed and start rubbing circles on section of skin
Doesn’t mind them at all, even if they are dark and large
He has the same, and is no hypocrite
Not proofread lol
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Relationship Headcanons
Fandom: BSD -Bungo Stray Dogs
TW: none? I think?
DAZAI
I said it in my Soukoku fic, Dazai wouldn’t know affection if it slapped him in the face ten times
Like he might realize when someone is showing interest in a sexual kind
And he would probably notice if someone is crushing on him
But like, if he likes them back?
No
Man is blind
He’s too busy panicking over read denying��his own thoughts and feelings over you to analyze your actions
He’s busy trying to think of anything but how pretty you are when he sees you -thank you very much
No joke though, this can be applied to pretty much anyone he cares about
I mean he practically had a heart attack when Atsushi gave him flowers
Anyways if he finally admits to himself that he likes you then I could see him trying to push you away if I’m being brutally honest
He doesn’t want to lose you and he believes that anything he wants that he obtains, will be striped from him sooner or later
But…, in a perfect world he would eventually work up the courage to ask you out
He would probably avoid directly asking you but this is Dazai so he could defiantly figure out some round-about way to ask
As for the relationship?
He would still be his teasing self
But he would tone it down
Not because he doesn’t want to annoy you but more so because he actually lets some of his masks down when alone with you
He defiantly is very clingy to you
Man has been touch starved for a long time and he fears attachment too much to be touchy with the ADA members
But now he has you, who not only tolerates him but has decided to stay with him?
Of course he’s not going to let this chance slip from his grasp before all this inevitably ends (he’s still in denial)
He never cared much for holidays like Christmas or Valentines
But now he wants to experience them, with you
He’s always thinking, plans and outcomes racing through his mind, what ifs and regrets
But like, if you ruffle his hair, his brain just stops.
Like no thoughts, he short circuits
When his brain returned to him the first time it happened he panicked
Like, who gave you that amount of control?
After that first time he continued to try and get you to do it without asking
He needed his brain to shut up every now and then, and now he has a reliable source
Anyways, he likes to be a spoiled princess
No one can change my mind
For all his predictions he will never be able to predict your love and kindness for him
CHUUYA
Someone give this poor man a hug
Ugh, my heart
I can‘t imagine him wanting to date a normal citizen, too much of a risk
So you’d probably have to work in the Mafia
Even then, dating you would still be placing a huge target on you
He would actually take you out on dates before asking you out
Dates with him would be romantic
Like dinner by candle light vibes
He’d be strategic on where you guys sit
No need to be precarious on what you order, it’s all on him
When he does ask you out he would be slightly flustered but it just makes him adorable
Say yes, he doesn’t deserve to be hurt any more
He would spoil you to no end
If you want it, you can have it
You’re the only one allowed to call him short
He might get flustered from PDA in the start but will gradually warm up to it
Nothing clingy, just hand holding, a hand around your waist, a quick kiss here or there
But if he sees some guy hitting on you?
Down right possessive, arm snug around your waist, shoulder to shoulder
And if he’s drunk? Even worse
Like he’s pulling you onto his lap just to make sure that asshole knows your taken
If you do work in the mafia with him, he likes going on easier missions with you
And while he knows that you can handle yourself just fine, he can’t help but imagine something bad happening to you when he isn’t there to save you
He’s lost too many people in his life, please, don’t leave him as well
He loves when you rest your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat
And while you do that he’ll run his fingers through your hair
Chuuya loves to spoil you rotten as I stated, it’s his love language
So sometimes he’ll just hand you his black card and let you go shopping with friends or something
In fact, he encourages you to buy what you want
FYODOR
Honestly? Where do I start with him?
Like congratulations if you meet him and make it out alive
I don’t know if I should congratulate him taking an interest in you though
I feel like he believe that the interest he had in you was purely innocent curiosity
But I also don’t think he would try to delude himself for as long as Dazai does
Eventually he would notice that something was different about his interest for you than usual
And while he would hesitate to put a name to it so quickly he would eventually give in after realizing there was no stoping this feeling from festering in him
After coming to terms with his romantic? Feelings and interest in you he would definitely begin to manipulate you into feeling the same way for him
If you don’t already that is
If you don’t confess then he’ll definitely do the same thing Dazai did
And when you agree, he of course knew you would, he makes you move in with him
He can’t let his dearest other slip from his finger now can he?
I feel like before ever getting into a relationship, you would have been made aware of his ‘work’
Please, make sure the man eats
And takes his iron pill
Nikolai is getting a little tired of that daily routine despite how much he loves to be around Fyodor
Anyways, dates aren’t a very common thing in fact, very, very rare
I mean… what did you expect?
Man’s a literal terrorist
That being said, from time to time he’ll leave his ‘lair’ to spend time with you
If you ask, he’ll gladly play the cello for you
If he snaps at you for ‘bothering him with pointless things’ when you bring him his iron pill or food just listen
Don’t bother him with such things
And then same thing the next day
And after some 4 or 5 days he’ll stumble from his room
Staggering as he tries not to collapse or faint from both his lack of energy and his iron deficiency
And when he walks into the kitchen trying to get the iron pill bottle open?
Let him stumble his way over to you and ask for help before you finally do as such
And he realizes just how dependent on you he’s become
It’ll happen again eventually
But as of that moment, it’ll at least be awhile before the cycle repeats
(That last part of Fyodor’s was based upon some fanfic I read for him. I'm not sure who it was by, but I’ll tag it if and when I do find it.)
A/N: anyways, believe it or not, I love Chuuya just as much as I do Fyodor and Dazai
I’m just not as confident in his character. Since I’m a lot like Dazai, he comes easy to me and by substitute, Fyodor does as well
But Chuuya? Despite him being one of my 5 favorites along with Dazai and Fyodor, I just don’t resonate personally enough with him to write him really well
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I got bored so I'm rambling through all of my Bungou Stray Dogs AU's.
The Sheep King and his Demon AU
Aka Bsd except Chuuya doesn't join the Port Mafia.
The Sheep never betray Chuuya. In fact they are basically one big dysfunctional and loving family.
Chuuya still goes on the search for Arahabaki and meets Dazai. But the Sheep trust him, their wary of Dazai but not Chuuya.
As time goes on, the Sheep warm up to Dazai and basically adopt him like a stray cat. Chuuya and Dazai get together, the Sheep tease them relentlessly for it.
Just a silly lil AU on their antics and Soukoko being Soukoko even though Chuuya remains King of the Sheep.
Agency informant Izaya
Izaya Orihara from Durarara in the world of Bungou Stray Dogs. However this Izaya is quite different, essentially everything in Durarara still happened.
The final fight with Shizuo and the brutal humbling reminder that Izaya was still very much human.
This is an Izaya who has changed, who tries every day to be a better person than who he was.
He came to Yokohama because he was curious if the famous Demon Prodigy was in fact a Demon. And ended up with a whole new life.
He learned to let people in, he learned how to love people. And became the human Shinra always said he could be.
No one from Durarara shows up because Izaya has erased all evidence of him online. He has left Ikebukuro behind and will never return.
Izaya is like Katai in the way he's not technically a member of the Agency but he's still with the Agency. The Agency adore him, Dazai is basically his little brother at this point.
Sometimes Izaya wonders if he deserves this, but he's thankful anyway.
Izaya's firecely protective over them all, and helps out when shit goes down. Usually from behind the scenes.
He has an ability, Sunsets Last Applause, that functions like Ango's except it works through looking at people rather than touching objects.
An AU that takes place across different moments and arcs in canon, either about Izaya or he's in someway involved.
The Port Mafia brothers AU
Aka Bsd except Akutugawa and Dazai have a good sibling relationship
Basically that.
Dazai finds Akutugawa and recruits him into the Port Mafia. What Dazai didn't expect was for Mori to put him in charge of Akutugawa.
Dazai freaks out, because he's in no way equipped to raise a child (child in question is 2 years younger than him.)
The reason Dazai freaks out is because he wants to do right by Akutugawa. He saw a scared kid and wanted to help him, but he doesn't know what to do.
Oda is there to give him advice and reassure him that he'll be fine. That Akutugawa will have to learn to stand on his own two feet in this organisation.
You need to guide him, be a helping hand. Dazai doesn't abuse Akutugawa in this, at all.
In the Port Mafia, Akutugawa is basically Dazai's shadow. He's silent, he's never far from him and almost treated like the furniture, a bodyguard.
For his own protection, no one can know their true relationship especially Mori.
Outside of the Port Mafia Akutugawa is Dazai's silly, bitchy little brother and Dazai is his dramatic, dumbass older brother. Their idiots and they love each other.
Silly lil AU that's basically Dazai and Akutugawa's antics, along with Gin. And Oda keeping an eye on them with Ango.
Moonlit Butterfly
When Atsushi's ability manifested, the Orphanage called the Special Division of Unusual Powers to take him away.
They were fascinated by his ability, see they wanted to start the Hunting Dogs programme. But they didn't have proof a human could survive the procedures.
Hence, where Atsushi came in as their lab rat.
However at some point, Fukuchi learned of him and said such a strong ability couldn't just be wasted like this.
So along side being a lab rat, now Atsushi was being trained by Fukuchi. And let's just say Fukuchi was not a kind instructor. No one treated Atsushi like he was human.
The great war came and Atsushi, now 10 years old was deployed as a soilder. Which is where he met the other kid in his regiment, 11 year old Yosano Akiko.
Yosano had been working at a sweets shop just last week, but was persuaded by Doctor Mori to join the war effort. He told her she could save lives with her ability, and she wanted too.
Neither really knew what they'd signed up for, though it wasn't like either had a choice.
Yosano is the first person to show Atsushi kindness, the first to treat him like a human. Both of them have a sibling relationship and everyone else in the regiment keeps their distance.
They love Yosano one moment and than hate the next as their angel of death. And Atsushi is deemed a demon simply for existing.
Well, not everyone thinks that. The only person outside of the duo who are kind to them is Shunzen Tachihara.
He's an older sibling to them. Yosano and Atsushi remind him of his little brother and Shunzen's always there to let them have those little pockets of ease and joy during the war.
(Entire regiment: that's an angel/Demon
Shunzen Tachihara: Those are children, leave them alone!)
AU is basically the embodiment of the universe bought them together, ripped them apart and somewhere along the way they found each other again.
Because Shunzen... Meets his canon fate, Yosano and Atsushi are seperated after the war. Yosano to the psychiatric hospital, Atsushi back to the lab.
But with the efforts of one Genuis Detective they are bought back together again.
And if I can figure out a plot, this one might become an actual fic. Mostly centers on them in the war but does include afterwards.
The Wary Weretiger
The Orphanage never let Atsushi forget who he was. Atsushi remembers killing Shibusawa and was told about why he came.
Shibusawa wanted the tiger, most people want the tiger. Atsushi doesn't really know why, just that it's unique the tiger and because of the power it holds.
The Headmaster really told Atsushi almost everything. The man was many things but a liar wasn't one of them.
He taught Atsushi that the only one you can trust is yourself and Atsushi took that seriously. The only being Atsushi trusts other than himself is the tiger.
The tiger and Atsushi are close, they are the only one each other have. Because of that Atsushi has better control but not completely.
Atsushi doesn't trust anyone else. Every adult in his life has let him down, has tortured and abuse him.
He runs away from the Orphanage and lives on the streets.
He knows the Guild are after him, he's met Fitzgerald and knows about Fyodor. Atsushi has even met Doctor Mori, who was an old friend of the Headmaster and curious about his ability.
So when Atsushi gets asked to join the Agency, he refuses. Because he believes they just want his ability. They did start the whole thing by searching for the tiger, so... Fair assumption.
And while, true the fact the rampaging tiger is actually a homeless teenager definitely shifts everyone's priorities.
They work to build up trust with Atsushi, wanting to show they truly want to help him.
But Atsushi doesn't want their help, he's gotten this far on his own. He's been hunted his whole life, known pain as a constant companion.
He doesn't know what to do in the face of genuine kindness.
Unfortunately the threat will continue to grow and Atsushi will end up having to ally with the tiger.
He's smart, cold and has a short temper. But underneath it all he's just a kid that wants a home.
The Agency swear they'll give him one, one day.
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vampire! dazai x reader??
OK so to begin with it's the first time I'm writing so bear with me 🥲🙏
then I don't think I need to warn about anything since I find it soft 👀 anyway thank you for this first request 🙏🙏
My request is open so don't hesitate to ask me anything else. I prefer requests with Dazai or chuuya 👀
good reading
Reader, a reserved young woman, received an invitation to a masked ball from her friends emphasizing the chance to meet fascinating souls.
Reader, reluctantly, went to the masked ball, convinced by her friends that she would meet fascinating people there. In the large room, Dazai, and looking for a victim to satisfy his hunger, Dazai then noticed Reader in a corner of the room and therefore decided to go see her.
With his mysterious charm, he approaches Reader in the ballroom.
“Mademoiselle, this starry night deserves a memorable dance. Would you agree to grant me this grace?”
Reader, surprised but intrigued, smiled slightly. “I'm not really a dancer, but why not? It would be a pleasure.”
Dazai, with a smirk, delicately takes Reader's hand.
Dazai: "The stars can witness our fleeting waltz. Let yourself be carried away by the magic of the night."
They danced together, a strange connection being established between the dark vampire and the young woman. At the end of the ball, Dazai, attracted by Reader's captivating personality, invited him to his home to continue the evening.
"Would you like to discover some of my mysteries, Mademoiselle? The night is still young."
Reader, with a wink: "Why not? I'm ready to dive into the unknown."
At Dazai's, the mysterious atmosphere of the night enveloped them. They shared stories, laughter and moments of complicity. Dazai, far from his usually detached appearance, discovered a strange fascination for Reader's company.
Dazai, sliding his fingers gently along Reader's cheek, approaches with hypnotic sensuality.
Dazai, whispering in Reader's ear: "Miss, behind this mask of charm hides a much deeper thirst. The real reason for your presence here tonight is none other than to become a part of my nocturnal world."
Reader, feeling a chill: "Wait, what do you mean?"
Dazai, with a mischievous smile, slowly approaches his lips to Reader's neck, whispering, "My appetite is special, Miss, and your exquisite blood is what will complete my night. Give in to this sensual temptation, for from now on, you belong to me ."
Dazai sinks his fangs into Reader's neck, a sensation of softness mixed with a hint of pain. The night becomes a sensual dance between the vampire and his prey, sealing a mystical union under the light of the moon.
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yes clara I adore souheki <3 which is. not what I said two weeks ago but it's fine!!! presenting: souheki port mafia au. giggles. fic ask game
#22: Dazai Osamu, Edogawa Ranpo, & Butterfly by P1HARMONY
The world is the prey of spiders, I don’t want it
Spread the torn wings in your teeth and fly
Let's make it, a typhoon-driven dream
Keep going where you're going
It’s dark when Dazai finally manages to find Ranpo hiding in the corner of the offices—Yosano’s, incidentally, and they both know Dazai isn’t about to say that part out loud.
“Oh my, Ranpo-san,” he says, half-smiling, acting like he hadn’t come here without even questioning where else Ranpo would be, “you’re rather good at hiding, aren’t you?”
“Go away, Dazai,” Ranpo mumbles, chin pressed against his knees. He wants a lollipop, but he also feels too lightheaded to do anything about it.
Dazai doesn’t do that. Instead, the revered boy demon—though he isn’t much of a boy anymore—sits down on the floor of their doctor’s office. “You’re awfully sulky again.”
“I’m tired,” Ranpo says. “I don’t wanna keep doing assignments I’d rather not do.”
“And you’d defy Mori-san, then?”
“Idiot!” he sticks his tongue out at Dazai, drawing the syllables out. “As if I didn’t know that you’re the one who keeps giving me those.”
“Because I know what assignments you actually prefer,” Dazai shrugs. “Unless you want me to give you the boring ones like the grunts stealing from our safes?”
“Ew, no,” Ranpo wrinkles his nose. “That’s boring. They don’t need even you for that.”
“You’ve been throwing tantrums an awful lot, lately,” Dazai notes. He’s not threatening Ranpo; they don’t work on him and anyway, Ranpo doesn’t need warnings. Besides…he knows he’s an important asset to the Port Mafia.
After all, it’s with the combined intelligence of the demon prodigies, Dazai Osamu and Edogawa Ranpo, that the Port Mafia functions as efficiently as it does. Dazai would do well enough on his own, but it wouldn’t take very long for him break in this kind of environment, not when—
“I miss Fukuzawa-san,” he admits quietly. He immediately wants to take it back, but Dazai doesn’t ever shut the fuck up about Chuuya and back when Oda was still around, him too, so Dazai deserves some of this, this little piece of fourteen-year-old Ranpo that’s tired and longing for something that isn’t tinted with despair.
“Are your missions taking a toll on you, Ranpo-san?” Dazai asks, sincere if not for the teasing note in there. Ranpo nips at the hand that tries to pet his hair, and then lets Dazai stroke his scalp comfortingly. If Dazai can ever do such a thing.
“I'm tired of stretching myself thin for everyone,” he manages. If it weren’t for the Black Lizards, he would’ve run away long ago, he thinks.
“Unfortunately,” Dazai replies, not sympathetic but understanding it intimately, “such is the curse of existing for the sake of another.”
And isn’t that the truth, Ranpo thinks scornfully.
bonus lyrics:
Evеrybody forces me to move like a robot
A butterfly with lost wings
A butterfly that wants to fly
Eh-oh, to the world
#YUHHHH#bsd#souheki#edogawa ranpo#dazai osamu#fanfic#writing#bsd fic#mari fic posts#fic ask game#fic asks
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Eglantine
Eglantine - I wound to heal
Number 4 of my flowers drabble/one-shot series Main Masterlist - Flowers Masterlist
CW: Mafia dealings, mentions of violence, trauma, angst?, spoilers for the light novels 15 and Stormbringer, episode 61 spoilers, a bit OOC methinks, no dialogue (tell me you can't write speech without telling me you can't write speech lmao), idk what else to place here.
Pairings: Chuuya x Reader
Author's Note: Haven't uploaded in SOOOOO long, which is my bad. It was exam season, then a lot of stuff happened and uni is a lot - shoutout to everyone interviewing for placement years right now. Anyway, hoping to write a bit more this time around. So, yeah, this is just a short thing I wrote after ep 61 aired, because I love Chuuya. There may be some vamp!Chuuya content coming soon too lmao.
Enjoy :)
Many tragedies had befallen Chuuya in his life. He had been a lab rat, tortured and trapped. He had been betrayed, his first friends, his family, being the ones to stick the knife in his back. He had met Dazai. Just when things were looking up, he bore witness to the murder of his closest friends. He had lost control, almost dying and taking everything with him, succumbing to his singularity. Multiple times.
For all the tragedies he had endured, Chuuya was certain he had also caused plenty of tragedy for others, both deserving and undeserving. Hurting people came with the territory as a Port Mafia member. Delivering calamity was his role, ever since he pledged himself to the mafia. Chuuya Nakahara, executive of the Port Mafia, former King of the Sheep, bringer of the storm awaited by Verlaine, was capable of so much destruction.
Sometimes it brought him joy. Sometimes he felt as if it was a way to get back at the universe, hurt the world back, devastate it as he had been devastated. It was a way to let out his rage and anger for everything that had happened. The pain of all he had endured was overwhelming, unbearable at times. If Chuuya could return even a fraction of that pain, he felt as if he would find some relief. Sometimes it worked, only temporarily, but, for a moment, he felt as if the scales had been balanced. Sometimes, most of the time actually, there was no such feeling.
Sometimes he hated it. Sometimes he hated himself, hated that he enjoyed it, that it didn't fill him with guilt. It made him feel inhuman, reminded him of how he would never know whether he was truly real, or a copy of someone else, designed only to be a vessel. It drudged up the memories of his past, the violence and horror and sorrow. His power, the reason he was capable of such destruction, was the result of an experiment. He was the result of an experiment. Sometimes he felt that was all he ever would be. Sometimes he hated that he had to use what made him feel so inhuman.
Chuuya had endured many tragedies. He had caused many calamities. He hurt and he healed, over and over. A cycle of pain and sorrow and acceptance. Chuuya had resigned himself to it, finding small moments where he felt fine. Never happy, but okay enough, and he had come to terms with that. It was manageable, the cycle repetitive. Tragedy, hurt, heal. He knew what was coming.
That was, until you came along.
You, who smiled at him and caused an explosion in his chest. A blossoming warmth that gave him comfort and unease in equal measure. He wasn't a stranger to caring for others, yet he had never cared for someone like this. You had consumed his heart, filled his thoughts and given him hope for his humanity. After all, how could someone be capable of such intense love if they did not have a soul? If Chuuya was so inhuman, how come he had such capacity for love?
At first, he wasn't sure if this emotion was love. When he had first met you, there had definitely been attraction, but nothing more than that. Chuuya wasn't stupid. He didn't believe in things like 'love at first sight', or anything like that. He knew he didn't love you from the moment he laid eyes on you, as nice as that would have been. After spending several months getting to know you, spending evenings drinking wine and laughing together, and spending nights in each other's embrace, Chuuya knew it must have been love. One day, there was a warmth in his chest, felt only with you. Chuuya loved you. He was certain.
It was the certainty of his own love that proved your reciprocation. Chuuya was loyal and, once he'd tied himself to someone (or some people), that was it. He was bound forever. It was that way with the Sheep. He stuck with them, despite their betrayal, inevitably giving Dazai the leverage to induct him into the Port Mafia. His loyalty was a defining trait, something that never wavered, but it had to be earned. You had earned his love, through sharing affection, trust and care of your own. Showing him the love you felt for him solidified his own feelings. Chuuya knew that he loved you, because you loved him. The devotion you had for him matched his own adoration for you.
Chuuya loved you. It was why he would collapse into your arms after every tough mission, every rough day at work. It was why he could relax around you, spending hours in your presence. It was why he knew that, after every moment he spent apart from you, he could always count on finding solace and respite in your arms. Even when he was miles from you, in another country, he knew. As soon as they made their way back, Chuuya, Dazai and the rest of team Meursault. As soon as he set foot back in Yokohama, his city, he knew you'd be waiting there.
He was right. The transport Mori had sent for them had only just landed, Chuuya had barely set foot on the ground, when you jumped on him, arms wrapping around his neck, knocking him to the ground. He felt his arms wrap around you in response, face burying itself in the crook of your neck, collapsing in the comfort of your embrace. He watched as you smiled and laughed and joked, your joy bringing a grin to his own face. Even as you giggled with Dazai, the bandaged man regaling you with the tale of his prison break, Chuuya's face was the picture of fondness. His eyes held a softness reserved only for you as you leaned into him, arm wrapped around your waist.
Many tragedies had befallen Chuuya in his life and Chuuya had been the creator of many tragedies. He had wounded and healed and wounded again. However, all of that ceased to exist when he was with you. Chuuya was able to finally feel more than okay, he was able to feel at home.
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Soukoku and their views on humanity
I said I'd make this post so here it is!
This post will include spoilers for the stormbringer lightnovel ‼️‼️(and also fifteen)
So the way Dazai and Chuuya view humanity is inherently different.
Dazai views it as a state of mind. If you act human you're human. To be human has to do with compassion and empathy. It's about what we call 'human nature'. And for someone like he, who (atleast as a teenager) did not feel and think in the way he deemed right he couldn't view himself as human.
Chuuyas view on what makes someone human is much more literal. "If you're a human then you're human." So in stormbringer, when he finds out he might not be an organic human to begin with it causes him to question and struggle with his own humanity.
In a way they are what the other wishes they could be.
Dazai wants to feel human, he wants to find that reason to live that comes so naturally for everyone around him, that's why he joined the mafia. Then comes chuuya, who is in whatever way you look at it so incredibly human. He wears his heart on his sleeve, he's so expressionate and most importantly, he feels deeply and at all times. Chuuya too came from that life Dazais had searched for and he had it all. They were the same type of people and still, chuuya was so different, so bright. And Chuuya might not even be human, but Dazai couldn't care less, because to him, even this made-made string of code was more human than he could ever wish to be. I think one of the reason Dazai loved to annoy Chuuyas from day one were to see that emotion on his face, as even more proof of his humanity.
This idea is even backed up by that scene in fifteen was Dazai continues to shoot that man even after he's already died. Dazai's almost like in a trance, mumbling about how "this is more than you deserve". Then Chuuya kicks the gun out of Dazais hand and says "Quit shooting dead bodies". Dazai responds with "You're right. You're absolutely right. What you say is probably correct." Because that's the correct way to think, what Chuuya had told him only further proved what Dazai had feared to be true.
I'll probably talk about their view on death as a whole some other day because Al find it really interesting and this is one of my favorite scenes when it comes to analysis.
To Chuuya, Dazai is everything but bright. Dazai is in anyway you see it entirely human. Born to a mother and raised among humankind. Still, he can't appreciate that. He doesn't understand what Chuuyas would give to have that. He's too stuck up about how he'll never be human, how the world Chuuya fought so hard to survive in is so very terrible. Dazai has "everything" and he still isn't happy with it. Weirdly enough, he seems so sure that Chuuya is infact human, without any proof of it either.
Chuuya had a reason to hate Dazai from the beginning (the whole thing with the sheep only further tainted Chuuyas view on Dazai), and I think he did, until the events if Stormbringer that is. That was when he won his unconditional trust. Dazai never fully hated Chuuya, but in a way Chuuya did question everything Dazai believed in. He was something unpredictable and exciting in his otherwise dull life. That was how he convinced Dazai to keep living after the Rimbaud fight.
That wasn't all good though. You're not usually extraordinary happy when someone comes along and changes everything.
I saw someone talk about how Chuuya always got up and continued on even after all the misfortune he has gone through while Dazai was afraid to try, knowing everything he would never want to lose is always lost the moment he obtains it. That was a brilliant way to see it. Chuuya challenged Dazai and from the beginning, and he wanted to hate him for it.
But time goes on, as it always does and suddenly Chuuya knows that he's most probably human after all. Does this make this 'analysis' all for nought? I don't think so, because I adore the themes of humanity in BSD and this is more an analysis from the perspective of teenage soukoku. Chuuya no longer struggles as much with his humanity and Dazai feels more than he ever has before, even if it's not "the correct way" to feel and think.
Conclusion:
Dazai views humanity as a state of mind and Chuuya views it as a state of body. They both are what the other one wished they could be and that's one of the reasons they had a lot of actual conflict as teenagers.
#bungou stay dogs#bungo stray dogs#bsd#soukoku#skk#bsd analysis#bsd meta#skk analysis#bsd dazai#bsd chuuya#bsd stormbringer#bsd fifteen#osamu dazai#chuuya nakahara#Aria analyses#im just making tags up as I go#this is my first time oroperly analysing anything so dont be too harsh on me#I've wanted to make this post since way before I started tumblr#double black
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Kids Will Be Kids
This is a Sokouku Tickle Fic! With Lee!Chuuya, Ler!Dazai! If this isn’t your forte, no need to read!
Summary: Chuuya wants to get to their next mission, Dazai wants to satisfy his (both their) curiosity. We all know who gets what he wants anyway.
Dazai may be scary to a lot of people, but never truly to Chuuya.
It was odd to him at first, why everyone around him was so frightened by a literal child, only just reaching the fifteen mark in his years. If anything, to Chuuya he was…weird. Kind of a ridiculous weird, kind of a concerning weird. One of the most important emotions he seems to take pride in tends to be something close to listlessness.
He could be incredibly lazy if he wanted to, laying around and spacing out without a care in the world, and yet everyone would still steer clear of him if he was at least in the vicinity, or within earshot.
Chuuya did not exactly like what that implied.
But, no matter what Dazai did, whether it was shooting a corpse into the ground simply because what he gave them, the release of death, was something they ‘didn’t even deserve’, or using that master brain of his to create such elaborate and twisted plans, forcing Chuuya to go along with them whether he knew about it or not (and most often times, it’s the latter), Chuuya himself couldn’t always see why Dazai was so feared.
He was just…stupid.
Like right now.
Chuuya was staring Dazai down, whose face was covered with that iconic Suicide Handbook he somehow always seems to have on his person, sprawled out on the couch of one of the many lounges. He would have looked dead, had it not been for the soft rise and fall of his chest. He was asleep.
Fact still stands, this was Dazai. The kid who barely acts like a kid, something he’s only seen at least two or so times before. He can’t even be completely sure if the other is asleep, he’s very convincing in the ways of deceit after all.
“Oi, Dazai.” Chuuya huffed, hands stuffed in his pockets as he deadpanned. “We’ve got a mission in two hours, get the fuck up already.” He pressed a foot lightly into his partner’s side, not actually having any reason to kick him yet. The inevitable ‘yet’ makes him hold back an exasperated groan of annoyance already.
The other didn’t respond, still deep in (feigning?) exhaustion as light snores hummed from him. Chuuya let out a short growl, pressing a bit harder against his side, shaking the taller as well. “Dazai. Shitty mackerel, I said, get the fuck up!” He spoke a little harsher. And still, nothing, the idiot refused to move.
He huffed, glancing around the empty room. He really didn’t feel like getting into a fight today, if anything, he just wants this done and over with so they could move on and get to the mission. He sat down on the ledge of the couch, the only other place Dazai’s tall frame wasn’t covering, crossing one leg over the other. “Dazai.” He grumbled. “Mackerel, Shitty Dazai, Vagabond, Waste o’ Bandages.”
Not a single one of them got him to respond. Rolling his eyes, Chuuya reaches for Dazai’s book, peeling it off his face. He tried to resist the urge to take a peak at its contents, but ultimately failed, glancing at it for a few moments. Just as freakish as he thought it would be.
But when he finally takes a look at Dazai’s face, he can’t say the same for the boy.
Face scrunched, eyebrows in a tight crease, and a visible frown on (rather delicate) features, he didn’t look at peace, and yet he was still snoring away, mouth slipped open the smallest bit. He was in discomfort, clear as day for anyone to see. Was that why he had the book covering his face? He predicted even his own discomfort, and hid it from the world before it was even in progress of appearing?
Well, that was Dazai. Even many steps ahead of himself. And he knew nobody would disturb him either, with the status of Demon Prodigy, truly a genius of his own being, as much as Chuuya hates to admit it.
So maybe he felt a little pissed that Dazai probably thought it applied to him too.
Chuuya tapped the boy’s face twice, just to ensure that he’s actually asleep and not faking it. And sure enough, not even a twitch came over him. He didn’t exactly like the idea of having to wake up Dazai, but the sooner it’s done the better.
(That was a lie, the face of contorted distraught on Dazai didn’t fit him at all, it was unnerving and, dare he say it but, it worried him…)
He didn’t really think much of how he’d go about waking up Dazai, simply grabbing at his side and squeezing it rapidly, deeming that the safest way to go about it. “Oi, Dazai, get up-” Chuuya hummed, only to stop mid sentence when he heard a slight noise, stopping in his movements.
Was that what he thought it was? It couldn’t have been, it was probably just a little exhale from the touch Dazai’s brain was processing as a response. So hesitantly, he continued squeezing at his side, now letting his other hand join in the fray on the other side.
It didn’t take long for Dazai to start squirming in his sleep, arms curling closer to his chest as Chuuya gazed up at his face, looking for a sign of consciousness. Instead, he saw something different, so different in fact, that his own brain (and heart) seemed to stutter at what he was looking at.
Dazai’s face was growing pink, eyebrows twitching and sleepy exhales getting breathier, hitching a few times as his lips wobbled into something akin to a smile. Chuuya, curious to this odd kind of behavior, started speeding up his touches, almost fascinated by the other’s odd reactions.
He swore the other boy gasped, before sleepy giggles fell from his lips, trembling in place as his squirming became more erratic. Why was he giggling? Was it because of what Chuuya was doing? Was he just susceptible to odd kinds of touch? Was Chuuya’s touch even odd?
In his thoughts, he let his hands wander down to Dazai’s hips, experimentative. However, he jolted harshly when Dazai squealed (he fucking squealed!) loud, awake within an instant and sitting upright.
“Chuuya!” Dazai yelped, batting the other’s hands away. But nope, Chuuya was in his own world, eyes wide and practically sparkling in fascination. He’s never seen a person react like that to touch before, eyes flitting between his hands and Dazai’s face, who was very visibly pouting.
“That’s so mean, Chibi!” Dazai pouted, wiping away the sleep from his eyes as he held back a yawn. “I’m ticklish, idiot.” Chuuya blinked owlishly at that, gradually tilting his head to the side.
What??
“What’s that?” He asked blankly, and now it was Dazai’s turn to blink at him, for once seeming a bit stunned. “You don’t- you don’t know what that is?” Chuuya deadpanned at the Prodigy for that one. “Oh, of course I’d know whatever the fuck that is within the eight years I’ve been alive.” He spat with all the sarcasm he could muster.
Dazai huffed out a laugh, rolling his one visible eye as he scooted back, allowing Chuuya to sit on the couch more comfortably. “What is it?” Chuuya asked, moving closer to Dazai, who promptly ignored his question. “Dazai, what is it? What the fuck is it? Tell me, God damnit!”
The other, at first seemed keen on ignoring him, huffing as he searched for his little Suicide Book. But then he perked up, and Chuuya instantly recognized a certain glint in his eyes.
Maybe…maybe this was a mistake-
“If I show you, will you stop asking, chibikko?” Chuuya blanked for a moment, staring at the other in confusion. Show him? He doesn’t even know what it is, why would Dazai think he’d trust him with that? They even had a mission in like, two hours! He can’t just waste his time doing something to satisfy his curiosity.
“...fine, but make it quick. We got places to be, dumbass.”
But of fucking course, he was too curious for his own good sometimes.
“Great! Thanks for being sooo much more compliant today, Chuuya!” The other growled at him, but stupidly continued to comply when Dazai coaxed him onto his back, albeit hesitantly. “Just so you know, I don’t fucking trust you.” Chuuya scowled, to which Dazai just rolled his eyes, flexing his fingers together.
“Obvious enough, really.” Came Dazai’s reply, only for Chuuya to yelp as Dazai-that stupid lanky mackerel- decided to sit his stupid butt on the other’s thighs. So of course, Chuuya freaked for a second.
“OiOiOi! If this is some stupid sexual thing I swear to GOD-” Dazai shushed him with a hand over his mouth, a pouty look on his face. “Oh hush Chibi! This is essential so I won’t have you kicking me in the face! I don’t want any unnecessary bruises right now.”
…Excuse?
“What the fuck?” He spoke, muffled by Dazai’s hand for a moment before it was removed. “Yes, yes, you’ll understand in a minute, with your little doggy pea brain.” Chuuya tsked, turning his head to the side.
“Now,” Dazai said, a sudden undertone in his voice that had Chuuya snapping back to look at him. But suddenly, skinny fingers found themselves clinging to Chuuya’s sides, and holy shit the spark that followed made him jolt.
“Prepare to be amazed, hatrack.”
And then those fingers started moving.
SWEET FUCK-
Chuuya choked out a strangled noise, and as if he’d been electrocuted by Zeus’ lightning, he began squirming just as Dazai predicted, a feverishly bad urge to laugh taking over his insides. “W-whahahat the fahahack!?” He sputtered, his arms clamping down around his sides as he twisted from side to side.
“I knew it! You are ticklish! You certainly looked so to me.” Dazai spoke triumphantly, skittering scuttle-y fingers all over Chuuya’s sides. The feeling was shocking and unfamiliar, sending horribly tingly sensations to scatter just under his skin, and Chuuya threw his head back.
Now what the fuck were Dazai’s fingers so fast for!? Where the hell did this energy come from, and why in God’s damn name is Chuuya laughing??
The boy tried desperately to clamp his mouth shut, but with all his non-existent experience with something like this, the attempt failed horribly, and he kept laughing, struggling under Dazai’s ministrations.
He could hardly get his arms to stay anywhere but his sides! Each time he tried to move them, Dazai would pinch just somewhere higher and they’d slam back down with vigor. The wobbly smile on Chuuya’s face wasn’t deliberate either, and it was almost embarrassing how wide it was.
Was this what it was? Being ticklish??
Suddenly, he didn’t like the word anymore.
“Chibi’s ticklish! Aaaaw, tickle, tickle, tickle, Chibi-chuu!” Chuuya practically squealed at such nonsensical teasing. It was different from what Dazai’d usually do, so baby-ish and cruel.
“Wahahahahait, Oh my Gohohohod, Dazai!” Chuuya exclaimed through the rapid laughter that forced itself out of his lungs, only to practically squeal when Dazai found his ribs, digging into the inbetweens and leaving him desperately attempting to kick him off.
Which would have worked, normally, if he wasn’t feeling so sapped of energy laying helplessly beneath the lanky asshole. Chuuya guffawed when Dazai’s blunt nails dug into his skin, only two layers of clothes separating bare physical contact, yet they did practically nothing to save his ass.
Chuuya bucked rapidly, and Dazai laughed as he was jostled from where he sat, as if mocking him for acting like a wild bull seeing a red flag. But Chuuya just couldn’t stop, shaking his head as his nose scrunched and his cheeks got hotter, blushing from the extreme exertion he certainly wasn’t prepared for.
Dazai, however, seemed to want to be even more of an embarrassing fish, removing one hand from Chuuya’s ribs and searching for his tie, a grin of pure hilarity on his face.
“It’s gettin’ hot in here, so take off all your clothes~!” He cruelly sang, slipping his tie off with ease as Chuuya’s ears flushed red. What was he even thinking!?
It came to him all too late when Dazai grabbed at his wrists.
He could hardly protest through his laughter, Dazai’s one hand skillful enough to keep him giggling his breath away, unable to wrap his lips around coherent words as his other hand worked to tie his wrist together, right above his head, and tied to arm of the couch, the couch arm which had the same design as a fucking chair.
Fuck furniture designs!
“Nahahahaha!! Dazahahahahai, I’ll k-kihihill you!” Chuuya shrieked, trying fruitlessly at tugging the fabric, which didn’t even budge because of course Dazai had to be good at one-handing tight knots.
“But Chibi! You can’t even touch me at this point. If anything, I’m the one touchy touching youuu~!” If Chuuya had any remaining dignity in him, it was probably gone at that moment.
Oh, also the fact that Dazai ducked his hands under his shirt.
Fuck-
Chuuya practically screamed curses, body vibrating as he choked on screeching laughter, squirming amped up by the ten powers.
“Ohohoho? Someone’s got a ticklish tummy? Aaw, how adorable! Grabbin’ that little tum tum o’ yours, my little doggy~!”
Oh this was humiliating, oh why the hell was he laughing more at those stupid, embarrassing words!?!? Nope nope nope, pride gone, he’s lost everything, this is it for him.
“PLEAHAHAHAHA!! NAHAHAHAHAHA, I CAAAHAHAHAN’T-” Dazai just seemed even more spurred on by Chuuya’s screams-turned-pleas, making stupid kissy noises that one would to a dog. “C’mon puppy! I thought dogs loved tummy rubs?”
He doesn’t wanna know anymore! He knows enough now! Holy shit it’s so much!?
“IHIHIT’S SO BAHAHAD!!! I DOHOHOHON’T WANNA KNOHOW ANYMOHOHOHORE!!!” Dazai laughed at that, his grin of playful maliciousness sending an arrow straight through his heart, the sparkling in his eyes as he watched Chuuya turn to a laughing, begging mess underneath had the smaller shivering, blushing so deeply for a whole other reason.
Dazai’s full attention was on him, poking and pinching and prodding the places that had Chuuya screaming, dipping his finger so indecently into his belly button that caused an embarrassingly high snort to break loose, sweet lips smiling with such cruelty in them.
It made Chuuya’s heart beat at rabbiting speeds, seeing that much genuine emotion.
“Ohohoho, I’m gonna tickle you until you cry, Chibi~!”
Oh God. Oh no. This was the end of him. He wasn’t getting out of this alive-
Chuuya’s head flung so far back he feared he might break his neck, his face hurt just from smiling so much, for so long. Yet the poor teen could do nothing more than take what he had coming for him. He made his own bed, now he has to lay in it.
Because now Dazai was after his tummy and his waist. And that was just too cruel.
The tears came quicker than either of them thought, not that Chuuya even knew he could cry from this, but here he was, tears streaming down his face this way and that because he just couldn’t stop shaking his head.
But oddly enough, no matter how embarrassing this is, Chuuya never truly begged for him to stop. He didn’t even know what he was begging for, repeating mantras of Not there! and Please no! and more and more and more.
And Dazai just seemed to be having too much fun with the advantage he has over Chuuya, even going as far as to nuzzle his face into Chuuya’s neck, and that fluffy brown hair that didn’t usually affect him just seemed so ticklish now.
After that though, Dazai seemed to finally find Chuuya’s limit.
As Chuuya had found it too.
His laughter fell silent after a while, only the remaining snorts and sharp breaths indicating that he was still laughing up a gut. Dazai finally slowed down his touches, much to Chuuya undying relief once he pulled away.
The boy gasped for air desperately, coughing a bit as Dazai giggled at him, seeming wholly satisfied.
“Gosh! That’s quite the stress reliever, don’t you think, Chibi?” Chuuya couldn’t even retort to that, mind feeling floaty as he greedily consumed the air his lungs could give him. Dazai slid off his thighs, and the other curled up into as much of a ball as he could, with the tie still secure around his wrists.
From face to chest, he was flushed an embarrassing red, closing his eyes as the tears began to slow down, still stubbornly clinging to his cheeks and face as he felt the fabric being shuffled about.
Once it fell gracelessly from his wrists, he brought them quickly down to his body, something in him instinctively rubbing at the still electrifying tingly parts where Dazai’s stupid fishy hands got to him, beginning to numb those unforgiving sensations from his skin.
Thank God it’s over! He actually thought he might die there…
“Goodness, Chuuya! You look so worn out! What happened, we haven’t even gone on that mission yet?”
The absolutely appalled expression that framed Chuuya’s face as he stared back at Dazai had the other cracking a smile.
“What? What’s wrong? Hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong, huh? C’mon chibi, you can tell your reliable partner! I promise I won’t tickle you again-” The boy says, as he reaches to tickle him again.
Safe to say, Chuuya stayed on the ceiling that day.
#HBWriting#bsd tickle fic#bsd anime#Lee!Chuuya#Ler!Dazai#sokouku#poor chuuya#Dazai why you gotta be so cruel-#bsd#bungou stray dogs tickling
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uh yeah anyways ignore that like i said im losing my fucking mind because of them anyways they deserve all the fucking happiest shit in the world they deserve the fucking world and beyond dhsyeyshdhhsdhhdhsdghdhdhdgdtdgdgdgsusjshhssnhdudjdhdien
guys go read this fic its the fic that made me like this it turned me emo and depressed then healed me again
author im literally so freaking grateful to you for writing this it shattered my heart into a million little pieces and then glued them back together
#🔮rambles~#saves#dazai osamu#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bsd chuuya#bsd dazai#soukoku#nakahara chuuya#skk#bsd skk#bsd fic#skk fic#soukoku fic
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