#Most would choose Dazai anyway

[anidiotonloose]

Unpopular Opinion : Tachihara's cute and pretty af

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...But so was his brother...

[with-my-calamitous-love]

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.

[kaorikarma]

( soft)YAN!BSD MEN HEADCANNONS

How they show their love + Act in their relationship

Nikolai Gogol, Sigma, Chuuya Nakahara, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Dazai Osamu, Bram Stoker, Mushitaro, Jouno x reader

Warnings: Yandere, manipulative (fucking fedya & Kolya 💀), suggestive (chuu toy and Daz),straight up nsfw (Chuuie), PAINFUL AWKWARDNESS (bram)

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Nikolai Gogol

Nikolai... is interesting. His love isn't apparent most of the time. Just like he masks his true demeanor with humor and his eccentric attitude, he masks his love as well.

Even when you begin dating, don't expect him to open up much. Everything stays the same as when you were friends, with the exception of an occasional teasing kiss.

Emphasis on teasing. Part of Nikolai's expert plan (in his mind) is to free you from emotions too, by breaking you down. That occasional kiss is rare- withheld for only when you please him or to give you a rare spot of hope when you begin feeling hopeless about the relationship.

He does love you, but it's begrudgingly; a great source of irritation for him; after all these years of fighting against his "human nature" he is still privy to human weaknesses.

When he does genuinely express his love, it's when he's being serious with you, trusting you with the man under the mask. It may not seem like the best relationship, and certainly not love-- but if you peer between the lines.. you might set your eyes on the shadows of affections.

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Sigma

Sigma is so, so, suffocatingly cautious.

Can you blame him? Everyone either uses him or leaves him. Sigma's expression of love could be just so much deeper-- but he's learned his lesson, he's already half-broken and you're the only one gluing together the edges of deep-running cracks, but leaving the center to shatter.

When you first start dating him, he still doesn't even leave the casino. Doesn't even bother, since it would be better to stay in case something happened, after all what if the power failed, or somebody crucial called out sick, or--

You spend a lot of time breaking him from his anxious thoughts.

He eventually begins opening up to you, laughing with you, letting you listen to his opinions and thoughts with minimal cares. He loves your kisses and dreams of things with you he never once considered in his short life. And about his short life--

He still hasnt told you of his origins.. it's not that he doesn't want to, but he doesn't know how.

He worries sometimes about your relationship, which seems to be going just so well. Will you hate him? You'd leave him, surely!

Worry is the center focus of Sigma's love, and his life in general. Don't expect him to ever stop worrying about one thing or another, from a date night to marriage, his sense of anxiety seems engraved in his bones.

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Chuuya Nakahara

Chuuya's love is so aggressive, in more ways than one.

Chuuya's loss of everyone he loved makes him utterly convinced he's going to lose you. You matter more than anything to him, and it is that loyalty that strains your relationship; particularly, your disdain for his membership of the mafia. He struggles with himself, day and night, not being able to choose between you and the mafia. It's like asking him to choose between his family and his lover.

The fights aren't enough to deter you from pestering him about it anyway; he doesn't let you see how badly the topic upsets him. Mentally, he's begging you to drop it. There's always a little bit of tension. Chuuya's short fuse coupled with the (albeit small) problems you have, makes an sometimes explosive bond between the two of you.

Try as he might, he just can't excuse some of the stupid things you do when he's not constantly watching your every move like a toddler. Maybe none of the mistakes you make are big, but Chuuya is annoyed by every little thing, so there's no such thing as a "small" problem.

When the goings' good, however, it's good. Chuuya spoils you with lots of affections, drowning you in his deep - sometimes frankly obsessive- love. Chuuya will come home with flowers, and gifts or whatever details you had that needed tying up if you haven't gotten to them yet. His heart is so big and open when it comes to you, he can't even really hide it. He just loves you so, so much.

(NSFW) Chuuya's sweet, happy love, however, has to be balanced out by the roughness he displays in bed. If you aren't interested in sex for a long time or for whatever personal reason, you might as well call it quits. Chuuya's sex drive is insanely high, and he's absolutely, torturously, wild in bed. He needs you; sex goes beyond simple want for him.

All in all, Chuuya's expression of love runs as deep as his loyalty, so you'd better not betray it.

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Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor is a very manipulative man, and even more so a lover.

If you have something he wants, he bleeds you dry of it- and that could be love or information. It's all the same protocol. Deceive and achieve.

Fyodor's "love" consists of the sweetest phrases and whispers of passion at the beginning, and eventually you find yourself at his beck and call, more of a slave than a lover, a partner, what you long to be with him.

He teases you, brings you to the edge of how much he 'hates' you, and then pulls back the reigns, showering you with love and apologies and the promise of change. Fyodor's real love is rough and cold. You're in a better situation with the fake affections than the real ones.

Give yourself to him. All of you. Let him love you.

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Dazai Osamu

Dazai is all smiles, jokes, passion and cruelty.

It doesn't seem like it, but under the surface Dazai's demeanor is cold, calculating, and cruel. Frightening to you, in a relationship, even though he never physically harms you. But the threats... are enough to keep you in check. Luckily, most of the time Dazai keeps up that happy facade, even with you.

Your relationship becomes strained when he lets that facade down too much, but the truth is so well-hidden most of the time that for the most part you consider your relationship happy and fruitful.

Dazai's affection is plentiful, with many gentle kisses and passionate nights . You often have open conversations, attempting to decode and outwit his high intelligence, which, for the most part, was to no avail. He was just too smart, and always on top of you, more quick witted than you ever could be. He would deflect your more probing questions and problems with a joke, and turn the situation back on you.

Dazai, on the whole would be a great lover, but an even greater enemy.

Should I make a Dark Yandere Headcacnnon post for Daz? Because I feel like this man would hold his own suicide over your head right off the bat, so you would never know he was suicidal to begin with. He gets a 10/10 in the manipulation catagory.

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Bram Stoker

Bram's affection is apathetic.

It isn't his fault, really. It's hard to love on someone when you're only a head and shoulders mounted on a sharp blade, but even when he has an opportunity, Bram feels more jaded about love and getting close to someone than anyone else, and it's hard to get him to open up.

Given your relationship is really just watching movies and talking, you don't get to be as close to Bram as you would like either, but in rare moments he will allow you to carry him, not like fukuchi, but resting his head in the crook of your neck like a hug. He won't admit it, but he adores being held like this. If he had arms, he'd hold you crushingly tight.

Many conversations with Bram are awkward, both because of his conflicted emotions and his lack of modern knowledge. Prepare for some downright painful misunderstandings and embarrassing explanations.

Bram doesn't know how to express his deep love for you, especially in a modern world he has trouble adapting to. He thinks, if he had a body, he would have already taken the opportunity to take you far away from everyone, from evil people he knows more about than you. Lying beneath his polite disdain for many things, he's worried-- fearful of what will be done to you to manipulate him, and he won't be able to protect you.

Bram knows he can't protect you, but he'll be damned if he doesn't try.

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Mushitaro Oguri

Mushitaro's affections are meticulous, almost as meticulous a him. He wants your kisses and affections, don't get me wrong; but not in public, limited in private, and only in certain places, like the couch or the bedroom. He even goes as far as to request that you not kiss or touch him in certain areas, for no other reason than him finding it improper (although you really think he's just being bashful).

His personality, as a whole, makes him very hard to be in any sort of partnership with. He's picky about everything, from the food you make him to the things even you wear.

In a relationship, he's loving, stipulations aside. His love is more protective than you think is normal, at first, but you quickly sink into your normal routine of going everywhere with Mushitaro and only Mushitaro. He doesn't care for your friends but lets you hang out with them on occasion, a long as you are with him and he finds them decent company. After all, your image reflects his as well. You wouldn't want to ruin his image, now would you?

Mushi isn't a hardcore yandere, much to your luck. Eventually, there comes a time where his nature is finally apparent to you, but there's not much you can do about it and not much you would do anyways. You already know, it's simply not a concern that he may go too far; the strength to truly harm you isn't within his reach.

The best thing you can do in a relationship with Mushitaro is to please him as best as possible, love him with all your heart, and settle into your strictly-regulated relationship.

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Jouno Saigiku

Jouno's relationship with you is forceful. He tries to make it feel natural, with fake affections and gifts, but doesn't know how to properly conduct a meaningful relationship; after all, your first "date" was when he showed up to a Café you regularly frequented after you had previously turned him down numerous times, infinitely agitating him.

He often spoke of his association with the hunting dogs, hoping to impress you, although you'd never been overly interested in his stories. It wasn't that you didn't love him at all; you wouldn't have agreed (after much pressure) to live with him if you didn't, but his expression of love feels strained and you pick up on it.

With the lack of affections, you can sometimes become upset, and moreover unbalanced by the rejection of your outright asks for his affection. However, if Jouno senses that he's really, legitimately fucked up, he will probably give you a nice cuddle, and perhaps, if you voice that it's an issue that plagues you, he will kiss you on the cheek on the way out the door each day.

The issue at hand is that Jouno does really love you, but he doesn't know how to balance love, work, and his own sadistic nature. He does care for you a lot, and will show it, but it may be in manipulative ways, sometimes with poorly disguised threats or pressure. It's not that he can't be more kind and caring with you, but part of him won't allow it, so he follows his own warped personality.

Loving Jouno isn't easy, but the sweet moments have unimaginable value, and Jouno will always care for and protect you, in his own cute little ways. Love him, or face the consequences.

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Wow! Hi, thanks for making it to the end. This is the first time I've written in what feels like forever due to health issues but I am so glad to be back and feeding the fires of fandoms again. Requests are open! Love yall!!

-April 11th-14th, 2023-

-Kaori-

[rae-writes]

hitched (with style)

N.C || gn!reader in a wedding dress || 0.3k || I fucking love him and not in a normal amount <3

Soft waves of pink melted into peaks of purple, further bleeding into the yellows and oranges of the Yokohama sunset. The sky’s painter must have been resting, as the pretty hues stayed that way until darkness took over and stars came out to greet the city. 

The moon was exceptionally bright tonight, making the dress you adorned shine like a pearl. Running through the back streets of your beloved city felt like something you’d read before in one of your romance novels— it was serene and chaotic mixed together into something beautiful. 

Serene because you could stop and feel like royalty with the [much too] expensive accessories and material your outfit consisted of, chaotic because your redheaded husband followed behind you, laughing like a mad man in his equally expensive tailored tux (and his hat, of course). 

He’d demanded nothing but the best for your wedding night, even though it was only a short ceremony in front of the mafia (with the addition of Dazai in the background— you won’t ever let Chuuya live down the sweet fact of inviting him). 

‘Nothing but the best’ meant materials from out of the county, jewelry made with the sparkliest pieces- all freshly cut. He refused to let you glance at the prices; you guessed it was well over in the thousands. Which is exactly why you gawked stupidly as his hand made a small tear in the bottom of your dress. 

“Oops.” Chuuya grinned, using the fabric as leverage to yank you close, not even wincing at the loud ripping sound. “It’s alright, doll, it’ll be on the floor later, anyway.”

“It was expensive! And it’s my dress!” Huffing, you side-eyed him playfully, not denying his kiss when he leans in like a menace.

It’s quick, but no less passionate; a hint of what’s to come. He fights back the urge to chase after your lips once you pull away, and instead directs your attention to his bike. 

“Care for a ride?” 

You were already hiking the skirt of your dress up before he even finished his sentence. It took some time to maneuver yourselves, choosing to sling most of the excess fabric over Chuuya’s lap behind you, but before long you both were zooming down the streets and building walls of Yokohama city, shouting out your love to anyone in the vicinity that would listen.

[inamagicalhallucination]

anytime atsushi gets excited his tail pops out and wags but no one tells him becuz they think its funny to see atsushi try and pretend he's not excited and act nonchalant

atsushi is genuinely surprised and confused how everyone always knows what he wants or wants to do

dazai, kunikida, and atsushi coming back from a mission

kunikida, noticing atsushi looking at an ice cream stall: atsushi do u want ice cream

atsushi: oh i dont care either way! if u and dazai san want to then...

dazai: i dont re-

kunikida and dazai staring at atsushi's wagging tail:

dazai: ooh~ kunikida-kun~ how kind~ to offer us ice cream~

kunikida: as if bastard! i'll buy it for atsushi but ur a grown ass man

dazai: if only i had a tail :(

atsushi: what

dazai: what

atsushi:

//

like that

yosano: how did u choose a gift for atsushi? theres so many things i could get... since he's not used to owning much

ranpo: my genius deductive skills obviously

yosano:

ranpo: okay fine i chose like 10 and mentioned them to him subtly and bought the one he wagged his tail for the most

yosano:

yosano: oh shit u are a genius

ranpo: why r u acting surprised

//

atsushi: cant believe i have to work with you again,,, why do we always have to see each other ugh

akutagawa, staring (like wan staring) at atsushi's wagging tail:

//

bet atsushi never takes time off becuz idk he doesn't think he can - like he knows he can but he also doesn't think he can

that doesn't make sense but i hope u get it

anyway he never requests time off - he's only not there if he's sick (and was bullied into resting) or something like he personally never puts in the request

if there's some festival or event or anything that anyone thinks atsushi would want to go and would go if not for work they let the boss man know

fukuzawa: atsushi, you haven't taken much time off, but it's good to take a break now and then. if you want, you can have monday and tuesday off. (which weirdly is the exact time that that one event u wanted to go to is on but obviously thats just a coincidence)

atsushi, tail wagging: oh that's alright

fukuzawa: i insist.

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what else hmmmmmmmm

kyouka: atsushi, do you want me to make that dish again? you liked it right?

atsushi: oh i did! but you dont have to if you dont want to! i mean if you do you totally can

kyouka, staring at his tail: i'll make it

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junichiro, after coming back from a longer mission:

atsushi: heyyy we didn't see each other all day!

junichiro, trying not to show how touched he is becuz atsushi's tail is wagging, showing how happy he is:

and so on

[evelynwinters1]

Yan!BSD character imagines + Yan!Fyodor oneshot at end

Dazai:

I can imagine a scene from Heathers, but instead of him finding you hanging and choosing to blow up the school only to see you alive, he would most likely abduct you and blow up the house he keeps you in with him and his delusional obsession.

Jouno:

Just give up. You are never getting out. He would find reasons to skip work if he has to. (It wouldn't matter how petty the reason) He would go lengths farther than the sun to simply stay in your presence. I can see him in an entirely different room (probably across the house even) eavesdropping on you whispering your plan of escape to yourself. How amusing.

Ranpo:

Another one you should give up escaping from. He has already deduced your plan of escape whenever and however you try to do it. He also knows where you will go if you do manage to escape and is waiting for you when you get there. I can see the reader/ yn trying to buy their escape by bribing ranpo with sweets and snacks at first, but he already seen through this method a while ago and went to go refill his stash. (Most definitely got you anything you may need with it)

P.s. I am still laughing at the thought of the cashiers face when he gets a mountain of snacks and pads/tampons and/or condoms. Shooketh!

Atsushi:

Would make sure you never suspected anything. This lovable idiot would turn full paranoid phsycopath and back again depending on if you were around or not. I can imagine him two-facing you and the detective agency. The agency sees his obsessive paranoia while you see his clingy side.

Chuuya:

Would definitely keep the anger issues (Yes. Even around you.) The main difference would be the direction of what he's angry at. The mafia - as usual. You - trying to escape. I can see a moment when you do escape, after seeing him activate his gift, you would be so terrified to leave him ever again. The sheer amount of strength it would take to not rip you in half with his gift would be immense. Very possessive. Chihuahua.

Mori:

(Now hear me out, I know that a lot of people would rather see him dead. But . . . . Yes.)

More platonic than the others, but equally as obsessive. Would make a secret room off of his main office that only him and Elise would ever know about. No one is to deliver food to you no matter how trusted the individual is. No one is to visit you other than him and Elise. No one will hear about you, let alone see you. Your very existence is hidden from everyone but Mori and Elise. I can see him putting motion sensors in front of the door to his office that notifies him when someone is near (like a ring doorbell but without the camera. He doesn't need it 'cuz no one will know about you anyway.)

Nikolai:

Would definitely have something I like to call the "house of mirrors" complex. Everything that happens to you is simply your fault. But it's completely okay because look how beautiful and special you are! Would convince you that you wanted it.

You wanted him to kidnap you, why else would you make yourself look so vulnerable? You wanted to be punished, why else would you try to leave him?

That kind of thing. A ton of gaslighting. Punish, pretend, praise, repeat.

His perfect doll.

Sigma:

Let's be honest, even as a yandere, he is still a cinnamon roll. Sure, he'll kidnap you, lock you in a room with plenty of space and light (only he would have the key), and put a chain around your ankle that the other end was bolted to the floor. But you would have a walk-in closet, a full bathroom with any necessity you could dream of, a king-sized bed (possibly a large vanity), a desk always stocked, and him.

He would give you meals that he had prepared and cooked personally. He would be at your every beck and call. It didn't matter what you needed, as long as he deemed it safe for you to have, he'd give it to you. Anything from around the world. The price didn't matter, you did.

Edgar:

His muse. Everything about you, whether it be physical or not, was enchanting to him. Even Ranpoe got jealous of his attention being on you. After all, he almost completely gave up contesting with his so-called rival. A good portion of his poems were based on his muse. He didn't need to kidnap you per sé, you waltzed in yourself. Exited that you finally tracked down your favorite author for nothing more than an autograph. (One would almost think you were the stalker)

His shyness and anxiety were key factors of him nearly panicking when he first met you. In time, however, he warmed up to you. Arguably faster than he would like to admit. You would visit him several times after finding him and try and get to know him.

I can imagine when he finally acknowledged his infatuation with you, he asks you if you could get something out of his room for him, telling you that it's a gift for you and he wants it to be a surprise. When you enter and start looking around for anything that stuck out to you, he closes and locks the door. Karl was also in the room with you to serve as both emotional support and security. But you didn't need to know that.

Fyodor:

!!warning!!: kind of cringe, written in a hurry, stalking, mentions of death, manipulation!!

For those of you who bothered to read this whole thing and reach the end, you are in for a treat. Because yandere fyodor wouldn't be as impatient as the others. Obsessed, yes. But impatient, absolutely not. The final result would collapse if he was.

He loved watching you live your daily life through the miniscule cameras he placed strategically throughout your entire house, car, even where you work. How? He has his ways. Every morale any human has tends to be abandoned when he can show the world their darkest secrets with the click of a button. Your boss was no exception. Living on your own was a pain sometimes. Most cleaning couldn't get done until about a week later because of exhaustion. Most of the time, when you got off of work, you'd simply crash in bed. As much as Fyodor loved watching you sleep, he worried a lot about you. Mainly not eating enough (if at all), and if you did, it was mainly cup noodles, canned food, or the occasional leftovers of food you bought during your break at work. He was going to wait until you nearly reached poverty. To be your savior, and casually press himself into your life and your heart. This method (according to his calculations) took the least effort, but the most time. It also raised the chance of success. When he finally gets to you, he will play innocent. He will tell you that he knew nothing about you but get you your favorites. All to paint himself as the perfect ideal man to you. Your soulmate even.

On a walk with him late at night, you both happen to run into a man you now know as Dazai. You could immediately sence Fyodor tense. He made it seem like you both were simply too focused on each other to see where you two were going and briskly guided you back home. You looked for Dazai wondering why it was fyodor tensed so quick (he never did explain why when you asked him), and you ran into him on your way to the post office where he introduced himself. He seemed a bit quirky but hilarious sometimes. That was until he asked about Fyodor. Without much thought, you told him about the start of a relationship between the two of you and how you met. Dazai looked absolutely shocked, told you about his work, where it is, and invited you to talk about 'the details' of Fyodor's identity. The two of you went your separate ways.

You came home to find it devoid of presence. Fyodor left. Given that it was a bit dark out, though illuminated by a full moons light, you read a book on the window seat in the bedroom with a cup of tea till the early hours of the day when you finished it and realized. Work. You had work in 30 minutes.

Fyodor was watching you through the cameras again. He couldn't help but chuckling at his darling, frantically getting ready for work (only halfway succeeding) after losing track of time reading with the forgotten cup of half drank tea. He found it so adorable that you had gotten so immersed in the book he had given you not long ago. Calming down from his fit of giggles, he got back on track. Elimination. Either Dazai needed to die or his darling needed to disappear. He wasn't going to kill her, no. He was going to erase everything, even hinting at her existence. All except her. He'll deal with the details later. He needed to choose quickly before that devil got any ideas. Neither option was simple. In fact, both are quite tedious in nature. Killing Dazai would risk having to kill the rest of the agency and possibly the port mafia. Getting rid of all but you yourself would mean not only would she have to lose both her job and her house, but possibly her entire family as well. Killing them would be the simplest because it would count as a burglary if the pictures of her and past possessions were stolen. He knew that he himself could very easily delete any and all documents the government has on her. All he needs is pawns. Maybe he could "cash in a favor," as it's called. The chief justice should be a good start. It wouldn't take much convincing. Only a few pictures he has of the cheifs deeds will suffice.

And just like that, you disappeared by Fyodors' hands. He had to pull a few strings for living arrangements, but it was well worth the price. You now live in the most rural area you can think of. Not a house or road for at least a hundred miles and surrounded by trees. Yet, you still have no idea Fyodor caused this. You are the one who agreed to 'move into his place'. You are the one who resigned your job to be there. It's not like you knew that Fyodor set your place ablaze or made your boss' blackmail public after ridding your files or being the cause of your family's death.

After a few hours of reading in the enormous library Fyodor has, you hear the door open. In all his handsome glory is fyodor adorning his unshaka and a pure white faux fur cloak.

"Good morning, moya milaya"

P.s. Fyodor will remain my favorite BSD character 😊

[damagedintellect]

Kunikida x Reader [Truth or Dare]

💌 Truth or Dare with the ADA: Kunikida's book of kissing techniques 💌  

Summary: A slow day in the office leads to a game of Truth or Dare. You thought it would be harmless fun but Dazai's seen the way you look at Kunikida and he just wanted to help.

Notes: My brain went "wouldn't it be funny if" so I had to write it

💌 Word count: 1,405 💌

It was an incredibly slow day in the office when Ranpo announced that he was bored. Nothing new. Although from across the room you could hear Dazai suggest playing a game since most people were lazing around anyway, well except for Kunikida. You didn’t mind playing a game but you didn’t exactly want to get in trouble. That’s when Atsushi chimed in “What about truth or dare? That’s fairly low effort! And then those who don’t really want to play can pick truth.”

Everyone else agreed since most people were participating only to amuse Ranpo, who huffed that choosing truth was lame and a cop out. It didn’t stop Kenji from choosing it though, causing the detective to groan. You had been quietly working away getting ahead for tomorrow as the game progressed. If no one wanted to choose you then you would happily sit and watch. Kunikida set another stack of papers down on his desk, catching everyone’s attention for a moment. He’s probably annoyed that most people were goofing off instead of doing their work. You wondered if he would play if someone chose him? 

“Dazai, truth or dare?” Atsushi grinned. He just thought of a good use of the game.

Dazai brought his hand under his chin proudly exclaiming. “Dare, obviously! Do your worst!”

Clapping his hands, Atsushi revealed the greatest strategy for the game “Perfect, I dare you to buy me chazuke!”

Chaos was unleashed as everyone was cackling. So many wasted turns of stupid dares like making Ranpo speak in the third person or having Junichiro turn all his clothes inside out. This one was actually brilliant. Dazai didn’t know what to say, he definitely wasn’t expecting that but he should have figured it would be something like that. 

Dazai smirked. “Fine. (Y/N), Truth or dare?”

You perked up from your seat not expecting to be called on. “Truth.” 

You heard Ranpo shout “Lame!” as Dazai thought for a moment.

“Oh I know who do you have a crush on?” He stared back proud of himself for putting you on the spot like that. You quickly glanced at Kunikida in your peripheral vision. His back was turned to you. Clearing your throat you needed to give at least some answer so instead you say. “You know what actually I meant dare!”

Dazai’s grin widened as if he was prepared for you to back out. “I dare you to kiss Kunikida!”

“What! You can’t be serious?” That bastard painted you into a corner. 

“Or you could answer question, either way you have to pick one!” Dazai smirked knowingly. He’d already known your feelings were for Kunikida. By the way he was wiggling his eyebrows at you it felt like he was trying to express that he was helping you move your crush along.

Kunikida stopped what he was doing pushing up his glasses. “If it’s consent you're worried about I’ll allow it. He never said it had to be on the lips after all, I'd hate for you to admit something you don’t want to.” He turned to glare at the brunette “Dazai stop making everyone uncomfortable. I don’t care if you guys keep playing but-ffmpfhff”

When Kunikida wasn’t paying attention you had walked up beside his chair and kissed him on the lips. You stormed out of the office before you could see his reaction. Your cheeks were burning as you paced outside the door.

Ranpo cheered as chaos once again consumed the office. He didn’t think you’d have the guts to do it. Of course he’s known from the start about your crush but he knew better to not get involved. Now this was entertaining. Kunikida stopped mid sentence. His heart was pounding in his chest from a simple touch of the lips. It didn’t even last that long to his dismay but it made his train of thought crash all together. He's admired your drive and work ethic but that was all. He would never fantasize about his coworkers out of respect but that chaste kiss sparked something.

Dazai was laughing as he leaned over his desk “Earth to Kunikida? How did it feel to be (Y/N)’s first kiss?” He was talking out of his ass but with the frazzled look on Kunikida’s face the blonde seemed to have believed him. Kunikida stood up smacking Dazai with his book as he went after you. The blonde felt bad for taking something that usually is very important to people. He was going to make it up to you.

You wondered if you should go back in or just go home. Looking at the time it wouldn’t make much of a difference. As you took a step towards the staircase you heard Kunikida call your name “(Y/N) wait. I wanted to apologize, I really had no idea.”

Ah so he figured it out. This is where you get rejected now isn't it? You’ve never gotten to see his list of ideals but you can’t imagine with 58 of them being what he looks for in a partner, well you doubt you could possibly match every one of them. Although you do wonder how many of the 58 you do meet. You let Kunikida catch up to you before you spoke. You didn’t want to be shouting about your feelings from across the hallway. 

“It’s okay really if anything it was Dazai’s fault so,” You didn’t meet his gaze opting to look at your feet. Honestly you were surprised that he even followed you out but Kunikida would be the type to let you down easy face to face. In that case you might as well ask. “So about the kiss, did you at least like it?”

He pushed up his glasses. “Your lips were tense and a little off center. It was also too quick for me to really feel anything but for your first kiss I’d say it was adequate. You don’t want to be too firm with your approach.”

You blinked at him. At least he didn’t hate it? Although it wasn’t your first kiss, but if he was making excuses for your bizarre behavior just now then you’ll take it. “I guess I just need a little more practice.”

He cleared his throat. He doesn't know why he feels the need to divulge this information to you. Maybe it's the guilt of robbing you of a proper first kiss. “I might not be the most experienced but I’ve studied the twenty four most common types of kisses and several techniques that one should master to be considered a good kisser.” He looked shyly to the side. If Dazai read that section of his journal he would never hear the end of it. “Of course it’s been a few years since I’ve touched those pages but I could help you if you wanted. Consider it penance for taking your first kiss.”

You know “Kunikida becoming your kissing instructor�� wasn’t exactly on your bingo card for this year but if it means you get to spend alone time with him, you would have played truth or dare months ago. Guess you’d have to thank Dazai for this opportunity, maybe even Ranpo. 

You tried not to look too excited. “I’ll do my best.”

He looked relieved. Kunikida took off his glasses“Great, now relax your lips.” He took a breath to settle his nerves. Whether it was guilt, shame or embarrassment he’ll never know but there was a burning desire to kiss you again to make amends.

“Wait right now?”

He put his glasses in his pocket as he cupped your face. Seeing your cute expression would only cause him to hesitate. “We’ll start tomorrow but I wanted to show you what it’s supposed to feel like.” 

His eyes peered down at your lips as he leaned in delicately placing them on your own. You could feel the warmth rush to your cheeks as you melted into his touch. It was longer than your peck from earlier but it was still just a simple touch of the lips. The thought of Kunikida initiating the kiss made you lightheaded. As he pulled away you were breathless. It was a miracle that you could even stand right now.

“Well?” Kunikida cleaned his glasses before putting them back on. 

You smiled softly hoping that he couldn’t hear your racing heart beat “Looks like I have a lot to learn.”

[bokutosbabe]

Hello! I hope you are doing as good as Karl's spoiled raccoon life!

Anyhow, I low-key just found out that having kids of my own most likely won't be an option for me. Am high-key bummed out so, I was wondering if you could do head cannons of the BSD men reacting to fertility issues?

If not that's okay! Thank you for your time anyways! 😊

AHHHH TY TY IM DOIN GREAT SORRY FOR NOT SEEING THIS SOONER BUT OF COURSE 🫶🏼 HOPE YOU GET A MIRACLE AND GET URSELF A BABY💜💜 sending baby dust your way✨✨

BSD Men reacting to fertility issues headcanons!

a/n – there was no specific characters you asked for but feel free to comment/ask if you (or anyone else) want this with other characters!!

content – TW!! mentions of infertility, sensitive topic talked about, reader is afab, fem reader, fem bodied reader,, fluff, SPOILERS for tachihara, tachihara calls reader “baby girl”, akutagawa calls reader “dear”/“my dear”, dazai calls reader “belladonna”/“bella” ,i think that’s it lmk if i missed anything!

synopsis – tachihara, akutagawa, and dazai reacting to reader having fertility issues!

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tachihara

tachihara lost his brother young, so he never really got to experience the big brother type of love

so he’d always wanted have kids!

and when he met you?

the woman of his dreams?

oh he thought he’d have his whole life planned out.

he’d leave the port mafia as an undercover agent

go back to being a hunting dog

get his monthly surgeries to stay alive

and finally get the life he’d always wanted

with the love of his life🫶🏼

and even before he’d been able to leave the pm

you two had tried

and tried

and tried

and when nothing happened no matter how many times you guys tried?

you both decided to go to a fertility doctor

and learned that you, the love of his life, was infertile.

tachihara felt his heart break

but not for him.

no, he felt his heart break for you.

the woman who’d been so happy to try over and over again with him for a child

the woman who’d sat beside him when given the news and even if you didn’t cry, he’d heard the sharp inhale from you

even on the car ride home, he’d began to think about what you were thinking about.

and later when the two of you got home to your shared apartment, you’d immediately ran off to your shared room and he let you

he knew you needed time to process, so he started working on dinner

he made the only thing he really knew how to make; spaghetti

maybe it wasn’t going to be good, but he didn’t want to subject you to cooking or the take out food you were definitely thinking about if it added to your condition.

he’d walked into your room with the dinner in his hand and found you curled up in a ball in the middle of the bed

even if he didn’t hear you crying, he heard your sniffles and saw your shaking shoulders

he immediately put the two plates down on a dresser

he laid down behind you, wrapping his arms around you in a spooning position

“it’s okay, baby girl, don’t cry.” he cooed toward you. maybe he wasn’t a good person outside of this home, but when he was with you it was like he was that one puppy at the pound that wouldn’t jump up at any person that walked in– until it came to you. you brought the light into his life, and even if the two of you most likely couldn’t have children, you two could keep trying. if it never happened for the two of you, there was children in this world that needed to be adopted– he’d seen how orphans getting taken into big mafia groups, and he would hate for that to be any child. “i can’t give you that big family, michi-”the affectionate nickname rolled off your tongue with a heavy heart. you’d always dreamed of that with him, and now because of you (in your mind),the two of you couldn’t have that. “no, baby girl, it’s not your fault. now we can choose our own family♡”

akutagawa

ryunosuke akutagawa never envisioned kids in his life

before the port mafia, he thought he was simply going to die young due to his disease(cries in chapter 88)

and then he’d met you; a woman so beautiful that not even the feared diablo could hide his affections for you.

but even when the two of you started talking about being in a relationship; kids never came up

he never wanted any and he thought you wanted the same

and you had!

kids was never something you had wanted much in life either.

until, you had a pregnancy scare.

but it wasn’t actually scary for you,

you felt this rush of happiness and that’s when you realized what you wanted in life

to be a mother.

you already had the maternal feeling that most mothers didn’t get until they’d had a kid

you were empathetic

you knew how to calm akutagawa down even when no one else could

it was like you were born to be a mother

so you told ryunosuke your new found passion,

and i admit; he was a little taken aback by this sudden change in your attitude

but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try with you.

“if it happens it happens.” that was your motto to each other.

but then it…didn’t happen

and it never happened.

you didn’t tell akutagawa, but you were upset

how were you supposed to tell him? he didn’t want children much!

so you secretly went to a fertility doctor

you didn’t bother asking akutagawa to come along, he’d either be noticed from his constant being on the news or catch someone staring too hard and rashomon would cause yet another death

but maybe you should’ve risked it because no one should’ve had to hear what you heard while alone

“i’m sorry ms y/n, but you seem to have some fertility issues. there seems to be an ovulatory disease that you have…”

the rest of the doctors words just droned on, but you couldn’t hear anything

it was like you had become the victim of a cruel prank by fate

the one thing you had slowly come to accept that you wanted - was ripped away before you could even grasp the idea of it

you couldn’t even go into work after the news was given to you, you sat at home waiting for akutagawa to get home

but how were you supposed to tell him? just blurt out you couldn’t make him a dad?

you decided to hold off on telling him, but your boyfriend wasn’t stupid

when he came home and you weren’t immediately jumping at the chance to talk about what the two of you did today he knew something was wrong

“ my dear, what’s wrong? ” akutagawa asked as he leaned himself on the door of your shared bedroom. usually when he stepped into your shared apartment he was met with the brightest toothiest grin from you, one of his favorite parts of the day, so when you didn’t greet him at the door he knew something was up. he walked into the room the two of you shared to find you curled up into yourself, visible tears that had dried on your perfect face. “ ‘m broken , ryu…”you sobbed out, causing the usually cold and stoic male to break the mask he’d worn all day while at work. “ what? dear, you’re not broken. ” he said simply, walking over to the bed and sitting beside you, rubbing your back. “ tell me what’s wrong, dear, please? ” he sounded so desperate to help you feel better about yourself. “ i cant have kids, ryu, i’m broken. ” your voice cracked as you looked back at him, mascara smeared off of your eyes and onto your under eyes. “ doctors said i cant have babies…” you hiccuped as he had to sit and process the words you said. “ oh my dear, it’s okay, we already have a family. the mafias our family.” he said softly as he laid down beside you, allowing you to crawl up into his arms. he quietly shushed you as he rocked you to sleep. even if you couldn’t make your own family, akutagawa would love you either way.

dazai

dazai and his weird obsession with finding a beautiful woman to commit with was what led him to you.

you had been a new hire in a bar that he’d liked to frequent after spending hours at work

when you came up to him to see if he was just going to stare at you or get a drink , he’d taken the leap

he immediately grabbed your hands, eyes sparkling as he looked up at you

“ would you like to commit a double suicide with me? ”

you were on the verge of tears because of how stressed you were from the other patrons, so laughing at this silly man made you feel much better

his face fell as he looked at you, but your laugh was just so enchanting

“ my belladonna…would you not like to commit with me ? ”

and that’s how you ended up in this now two year long relationship with osamu dazai

over the past two years you’d moved in with osamu and switched your job from bartending to work in the cafe below the armed detective agency.

you’d seen many kids come in and out with their parents during your shifts

and they’d never really made you feel anything…until recently.

everytime you saw a child come in with their family it made your chest feel strangely tight and achey

and then you realized, that you really really wanted kids

ones that looked like dazai and didn’t have his personality, preferably.

and when you brought it up to him, he just teased you-

“ my bella, you just want what leads to the babies, don’t you? you shouldn’t have to even ask for that.”

it doesn’t get through his thick skull that you really do want kids until you just straight up tell him

“ osamu, i want kids. bad. ”

and for a man so smart, he sounded so dumb

blabbing on and on about how you’d look so pretty pregnant, but with a suicidal fool like his child? he couldn’t imagine it!

but wouldn’t osamu be mean if he didn’t give his cute little girlfriend what she wanted 🫶🏼

so you tried for months and months to get pregnant

and it just never happened for you

you decided that maybe the two of you had some other factor leading to the constant negative pregnancy tests

so you both went to the doctor and had check ups on your sexual health along with dazais sperm counted and your uterus checked to see if something was wrong

the two of you were even joking around about not being able to have kids and how silly that sounded

oh how you wished you could take it all back

the doctor came back and gave the news quite swiftly

“ i’m afraid miss y/n has a factor we have yet to determine that causes her chances of successfully carrying a child to significantly drop. i’m so sorry. ”

you tried your best to seem stoic and unwavering, but your vision clouded even more by every second.

the doctor left to give you two some time together.

and that’s when the real tears came

“ oh, my bella…”dazai frowned as he looked at you, trying to hide your glassy eyes and quivering lips. he wasn’t dumb, he knew how you were- so brave and so strong trying to keep your composure. the male wrapped his bandaged arms around your body. and that’s when the tears finally came flowing out, your whole body shaking as you clung to the man you so desperately wanted children with. “i’m useless , ‘samu.” you cried into your lovers arms. “i can’t even do the one thing women are supposed to do!” the male rubbed your back, trying to console you, but how could he? the dream that had just started to grow in your mind had been crushed with one simple dream. “no, no , you’re not useless. you’re the farthest from useless.”he cooed into your hair, one hair rubbing your back continuously while the other was holding the back of your head. “ we’ll grow our own family, my belladonna. i promise you. ” and dazai osamu was a man of his word.

i really didn’t know much about infertility so i did some research, and i know it’s not the deepest dive into it; but i hope i did it justice!

if anyone would like a part 2 with other characters feel free to request it or just comment!

likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ;3

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[alwaysthefool]

Would they choose the world or you?

If there arises a situation where the characters must choose either saving the world/the city, or saving you— who would they save?

It’s my personal opinion, don’t start discourse in posts shading me 🔪

Warnings; murder mention, spoilers for BSD Manga/Anime

Jouno

He’d choose the world, it’s his duty. However, that guilt would probably haunt him for the rest of his life.

Tecchou

He’d save the world over you although he’d be sad about your loss and vow to become strong enough so next time he wouldn’t have to choose.

Fukuchi

The world.

Dazai

You, even if you don’t mean that much to him. Actually, he’d find a way to save both.

Kunikida

OH, this is up to the situation, and many will disagree with me over here. He’d be torn, but if it came to the ‘greater good’ and the one and only love of his life, he’d choose the latter. Also I just don’t think his ideals would let him sacrifice somebody.

Fukuzawa

The world, although he’d still try his best to save you, and probably never fall in love again out of pain (and perhaps regret).

Yosano

You. I think she holds some degree of resentment to the world although she has always tried to save it.

Sigma

YOU, 100%. The world has given nothing to him, but you have given him the most precious love in the world.

Fyodor

The world but you’ll be remembered as a small yet significant sacrifice <3

Nikolai

None of the above, he’d save you over the world and then kill you.

Chuuya

You. He’d happily take you on a bike ride as the world ended. He couldn’t even imagine betraying you, even though he loves his city. That’s what sets him apart from the others too— he doesn’t hate the world, he just loves you more.

Koyou

Even though you’re not her first love, you’re someone who’s managed to make her love again so she’d go to the point of destroying the world to save you.

Mori

First of all why would YOU choose him, u can do so much better. Anyway, the world easily. He’s the opposite of Koyou in this matter, he’d personally kill you for the world.

Oda

You and the kids, no matter what.

[littencloud9]

"shut up or i'll kiss you" + chuuran

"you shouldn't do that" + souheki. mwah

YAY! this takes place somewhere after the chuuran makeout session in poe's novel trust me it happened. also nb ranpo and transmasc chuuya because they are in fact t4t

"Shut up or I'll kiss you," Ranpo snaps. They know it's an effective threat, and Chuuya predictably presses his lips together. He stares at them with wide, horrified eyes, like Ranpo suggested he jump into the volcano or something equally terrible. How insulting. Ranpo isn't a bad kisser. They know because Chuuya was actively pulling them in for more back in that novel, and also because they know everything in general. Chuuya glares darkly, and Ranpo watches him fight an internal battle for a full minute before he gives up, stomping up towards them. With barely any warning, Chuuya slams their lips together. He's not gentle with it, biting and pushing with the force of a thousand suns, but Ranpo doesn't expect anything less. They kiss back with a barely concealed grin, amusing themself. When Chuuya pulls back, his glare hasn't wavered. "So as I was saying," he grumbles, continuing his earlier tirade. Something about... Ranpo doesn't know, to be honest. They were trying to do their work (for real, because Fukuzawa asked them to), and tuned out most of his fussing. Well, anyway, Ranpo chooses not to point out the bright red flush on his cheeks. Chuuya might actually explode if they do.

souheki!! you ask and you will receive <3. are they fake dating or actually dating here? who knows

"You shouldn't do that," Ranpo calls right before Dazai's hand touches the dog figurine on Kunikida's desk. He retracts his hand. "Why not?" "It's made of Kunikida-kun's ability and it's for Mr Fancy Hat." Ranpo doesn't need to explain any further. Dazai wrinkles his nose. Kunikida is so cheesy. "Yeah," Ranpo agrees with a snort, even though Dazai didn't voice that opinion out loud. He supposes his face did all the talking. "They're disgusting." "Oh, for sure," Dazai says as he heads towards Ranpo's table. The detective is sitting on his desk, so Dazai squeezes himself between his legs, resting a hand on his chest. "Just horrible. Thank God we're not as lame as those two." "Exactly!" Ranpo's eyes open, revealing brewing mischief that stirs something deep in Dazai's stomach. "It would be a shame if we ever fell to their level." "It would." They both turn their heads at the sound of someone climbing the stairs to the office. From the strength and pace of the footsteps, they can tell that it's Kunikida. Sharing another look, Dazai grins. He doesn't need to say anything else, for Ranpo gets the message. Eyes fluttering shut, Dazai presses himself as close as possible, sliding a hand down Ranpo's back to hold him there. Ranpo's legs wrap around his waist as they push their lips together, licking into each other's mouths. Ranpo flinches in surprise when Dazai runs his free hand down the expanse of his exposed throat, retaliating by tangling his fingers in Dazai's hair and tugging. Just then, the door opens, and the sound of files dropping on the floor fills the air. "Jesus fuck," Kunikida groans, shutting the door with a slam. His voice rings out from outside, "I am giving you exactly one minute!" Dazai and Ranpo separate, cackling in each other's hold.

[chuuyaspinkmotorcycle16]

Day 8: Hats of @/Black00Cat’s (twt) SKKtober

Chuuya gets it.

He really does.

He, too, would be willing to steal to get a hat as cool as his.

That does not include Dazai stealing his, though.

So, after the something-thousandth attempt to steal his hat, Chuuya’s had enough.

If Dazai truly wants a hat, then Chuuya will do the great favor of – ew – helping him out.

Chuuya, for one, is ready to leave by the agreed-upon-beforehand time. And as he should have expected, Dazai is not.

The Agency really did soften Dazai up. He knows time is not easy to get in the mafia and yet here he is wasting Chuuya’s.

That’s fine, Chuuya thinks as he grabs Dazai by the leg to haul him out of his futon. It’s all fine.

Twenty minutes and incessant whining later, they are out the door and revving down the street on Chuuya’s motorcycle.

Chuuya does Dazai, and himself, a favor by taking them to a cheaper store under the guise of figuring out what looks good on Dazai, but really because he knows Dazai’s gonna steal his card to pay.

There’s not the greatest selection to choose from but it’ll work.

First, there’s the classic baseball cap in blue. A good shade on Dazai but not something he could see the man wearing everyday.

Next, it’s a beanie with a little puffball on top. This one’s white and while Dazai looks, admittedly, kinda cute in it, it’s also still way too hot outside to be wearing that, so on to the next.

It comes in the form of a cowboy hat? Chuuya’s not really sure why it’s there in the middle of Yokohama but he’s guessing someone threw an American Western party.

Now, you didn’t hear it from him, but damn, Dazai can rock a cowboy hat. Maybe he should get him to dress up as that for Halloween…

Anyway, Dazai puts on a beret next and does his most horrible French impression of which Chuuya’s not going to give commentary for.

The next hat – a sailor hat – also looks a bit too good on Dazai and now Chuuya has to decide on whether to make Dazai be a cowboy or a sailor for Halloween. If only they had a tiara here, his choice would have been obvious.

While Chuuya brews on that, Dazai picks up a fedora, moving to imitate first Michael Jackson – for which he gets no reaction, how rude – and then copies Chuuya’s thoughtful stance until the redhead notices.

Chuuya did notice, mind you, and the fedora does not look as good as his porkpie, thank you very much.

There’s only two left now, though Chuuya doesn’t think they’ll fit Dazai all that well.

The second to last to be tried on is a newsboy cap. Dazai shows the most interest in this cap. Chuuya shows the least, making the most disgusted face possible as his thoughts turn to a certain other genius detective and receiving a smirk from Dazai as he pieces everything together.

Somewhere out there, Chuuya hopes Ranpo sneezes on his candy.

Moving on, the last hat, a black bucket hat, is gingerly placed on Dazai’s head, the man doing a few rotations in front of the mirror to get a good look.

And maybe Chuuya was wrong about being a hat expert because holy shit, Dazai looks /good/ in a bucket hat.

Dazai adjusts the hat a little before pouting. “I can’t see.”

“Yes, you can, idiot, just push the front up a little,” Chuuya says, already reaching a hand up to do so.

Dazai, the dramatic ass, cries out, “So Chibi doesn’t want to see my gorgeous face when we fu– mmph!”

Thank Arahabaki Chuuya had his hand up already from fixing the hat to slap it over Dazai’s mouth.

“Shut it!” he hisses at the brunet, but the sly grin on Dazai’s face tells him everything he needs to know.

He’s paying for the hat.

[starlightshadowsworld]

You don't know what I'd do (for you) Part 1

Sequel to Me and the Devil (Walking side by side)

(Cannabalism arc gets solved by Atsushi making a deal with Fyodor. He expected many things, but being rescued wasn't one.)

Pain wasn't a stranger to Atsushi. In fact it was one of his oldest companions. It was one of the few constants in his life. Kunikida had a notebook full of ideals and Atsushi was in pain.

That's just how life went.

But knowing that did not make his current situation any more bearable. Everything hurt, he was certain his severed hand also hurt.

Atsushi didn't know the full extent of the damage, but he knew it was nothing short of fatal. Fyodor had Dazai shot at an angle to avoid all of his vitals.

Fyodor was smart. Methodical and twisted and someone Atsushi should've known better than to cross. He was going to die, it was not a matter of if but when.

"Any regrets?"

Atsushi had coughed up blood and stared the Demon in the eye, even if he could only see out of one.

"None."

To say Fyodor had been mad was an understatement.

Atsushi did wish he could've got a photo of his shocked face to show Dazai. In another life maybe they'd be laughing at it while Kunikida pretended he wasn't also amused.

Atsushi tried not to think about what ifs. Because at the end of the day, it didn't matter. He had no regrets, it didn't matter how many times this scenario played out in his brain.

It would always end with Atsushi in a cage. He would choose his friends, his family, the safety of the people of Yokohama everytime.

Fyodor had kept his end of the deal. Atsushi had to give him that, he was the worst of the worst but at least he kept his word. What did it say about Atsushi that he hadn't.

He coughs.

He'd cover his mouth but he can't move the arm that's still attached. Much like with Dazai it hadn't been Fyodor who had tortured him.

Atsushi hadn't caught his name, just that he was definitely afraid of clowns now.

The Agency joked, in a way that was both amused and concerned, that he and Kenji were like their pin cushions. Which is exactly what Atsushi resembled now, at least from what he could see.

It made the Headmaster nailing his foot to the ground look like nothing.

Atsushi had thought that was an over reaction, this was just excessive and for what? Sure he was a lying dirty traitor, but this was a bit much. It wasn't like he had the energy to move anyway.

Atsushi's body sank against the bars. The cage was an old friend too. Even if Atsushi loathed the idea of it entirely. It didn't fit him, not really it was much to small.

It either meant Fyodor was caught off guard and stuffed him in whatever cage he had on hand. Or this was just another way to torture Atsushi in his long agonising death.

Or both.

Oh and he was definitely drugged. Atsushi figured that much out when his wounds wouldn't heal. His head was swimming and the Headmaster seemed way to amused in the corner.

Bastard.

Maybe if Atsushi wasn't bleeding out and didn't resemble a pin cushion he could enjoy the irony of escaping one cage to willingly die in another.

But he was, so he didn't enjoy it at all. And it didn't take a Ranpo to know there was a camera watching him.

Atsushi didn't know how long he'd been here, nor how long he had left. But if he was going to die anyway, he might as well make the most of his time.

If Fyodor was going to watch him he might as well give him a show. And sure maybe it wasn't the best idea, but was any of this?

Atsushi had lost his sense of shame right after he lost all feeling in his leg. The blood loss and the drugs didn't help. In any case, Atsushi began singing a very familiar song.

"Oh oh, yeah... You can't do a double suicide just by yourself."

He coughs.

His vocal cords scream at him to stop. He probably destroyed them with his screams earlier and this wasn't helping.

And yet Atsushi couldn't stop.

He couldn't remember half the words and his voice didn't even sound like his. But the song made him feel at ease, warm in a way he shouldn't be feeling right now.

"Don't forget, grab a friend. Double suicide."

Because it was Dazai's song. It was the song Atsushi hears him sing when he really wants to piss off Kunikida. Which is a lot, to the point Dazai adds another line every time, just to make the song longer.

And Atsushi was never going hear the rest. He stops, tears welling up in his eyes. Why... Why was that what got to him?

Atsushi hadn't cried when he made the plan. He didn't cry when he met Fyodor. He didn't cry when he was thrown in a cage and tortured by a clown. He hadn't cried knowing he was going to die here.

But he was crying now. Knowing he would never see his friends again.

Atsushi couldn't wipe them away, but he wanted too. He didn't deserve to cry. If he cried it meant he regretted saving them and and ending up here and Atsushi did not.

There was a crash as something heavy hit the ground.

"He's here!"

Atsushi didn't regret any of it. So why cry? Crying was for people who deserved go be loved. And Atsushi had never been wanted by anyone, unless you counted the bounty, never mind loved.

His gaze flickered over to see what the Headmaster would say... But that wasn't the Headmaster. He didn't wear a brown coat nor have bandages on his arm.

Atsushi's froze as he realised who it was. Before he laughed, it was cold and harsh to his own ears. His entire body protested against it but he couldn't help it.

So that was this was. His brain really couldn't leave him alone even now, could it? Well jokes on you brain, Atsushi very much preferred seeing Dazai over the Headmaster.

He could hear a word Dazai was saying, but it was nice. Thought Atsushi did wish Dazai didn't look so sad though. He might be fake but Atsushi didn't want Dazai to be sad.

He reached his arm up, not realising more people had shown up, or their panicked shouts at him moving so suddenly. Atsushi focused entirely on patting Dazai's face and smiling at him even if hurt.

"Don't be sad, I fixed it. It's all okay, just gotta go now." Says Atsushi, his words slurring together. He might've said more but the sudden movement took everything out of him.

Atsushi's world fell to darkness and his arm arm fell to the ground.

Part 2

[cryptid-juzou]

*knock knock* trick or treeeeaaaaat ☠️ 🍬 🏚️ 👻 🫣 🎃 💀👀

🎃👻Your little 🍬treatie🍬 shall be a snippet from my 'they should be at the club' self indulgent skk fic 👻🎃 It kinda just...ends, because I haven't written further than that, but I hope you like what is there.

In the early hours of the morning in one of Yokohama's districts known for it's nightlife, a compact man with a deep scowl on his freckled face, was weaving in and out of the mass of people. He had been searching up and down this street for the last 40 minutes, head swivelling around trying to locate someone, but was disadvantaged by being at least a head shorter than most of the crowd.

He was also impeded numerous times by the approach of giggling drunks trying to get his number or convince him to join their group drinking. It was irritating, but he was used to the attention, it was hard to avoid when one stood out as he did. His fiery red hair and freckles were a rare sight in Japan, and he knew the choker at his throat also caught the eye, but could not bring himself to remove it to draw less attention, he had worn it for so long it felt like an actual part of him.

At that thought his fingers came up to idly play with the thin strip adorning his neck, and was reminded of who had given it to him, causing his anger, temporarily abated while fending off his latest admirer, to come back in full force. ‘Over 40 minutes late, to a joint operation his fucking agency asked for help on, Dazai is getting his ass kicked,’ he furiously thought, once again vainly trying to find Dazai over the sea of heads. 

‘Fuck this,’ he muttered as a red glow enveloped him. Using his ability in a street full of ordinary people would cause a disturbance, Mori would certainly have words for him when the mafia employees who were staked out at several local establishments for various contracts reported this back. But with Chuuya’s mounting anger it was rapidly becoming a choice between using his ability to levitate sedately over the crowd for a better vantage point, or keeping up his search and then losing his shit and throwing people around with gravity until he unearthed Dazai.

But his feet never left the ground, the red haze dissipating as quickly as it had formed, Chuuya almost stumbled, his body feeling awkward and heavy when he had been expecting to be weightless. Confused, he tried to ascend again with no success. Then it clicked, he gnashed his teeth, his face twisting in fury as he spun around, leg kicking out towards the space directly behind him, almost making contact with the body that had occupied that space until a fraction of a second ago.

“Nee, Chuuya, kicking me is no way to pay me back for stopping you from doing something stupid. We’re supposed to keep a low profile tonight, remember.  Although, the man, Dazai, overtly looked him up and down, “It’s a bit hard to keep a low profile when you’re dressed like that. Those pants look glued on, and a leather jacket, really? Ohhh, did you get dressed up for little old me, I’m flattered, ” Dazai continued, batting his eyelashes exaggeratedly. 

‘Urrgh shut up asshole, you told me to wear something that I’d wear on a night out, to fit in with the rest of this lot,’ Chuuya gestured  to the surrounding people. ‘This…this is what I would wear, this is an outfit regular people would wear, right?,’ Halfway through Chuuya’s tone switched from angry and confrontational, to more uncertain, and his face slightly flushed, barely visible in the dim multicolored lighting from the surrounding venues. 

Dazai takes pity on Chuuya and chooses not to mention that Chuuya didn’t deny the outfit was to impress Dazai. He wouldn’t believe him anyway, Dazai has made his feelings about those pants very obvious whenever he got the chance to see Chuuya in them.

[inamagicalhallucination]

near the end of a pm meeting:

akutagawa, standing up: i would like to discuss something

mori: oh? do you have concerns about the recent missions? that'd be rather strange wouldn't it?

akutagawa: no sir, i do not have any concerns.

chuuya: it must be important if akutagawa's actually talking about it

akutagawa: yes it is of the most importance

kouyou: well, then we should take this seriously

mori: well then, akutagawa-kun, what do you wish to discuss

akutagawa: the weretiger-

*audible groans*

akutagawa, undeterred: 's birthday is coming soon.

kouyou, smiling a little: i see. you desire help on finding a present for him. how about the two of us go shopping afterwards.

kajii: get him lemon bombs!!

tachihara: i don't think the weretiger would want that

hirotsu: perhaps some fine tea and wine

chuuya: get him a cool hat. or kill dazai for him, must be hard being in his presence so often.

higuchi, teary eyed: whatever senpai chooses will obviously be the best choice

kajii: blow up all the ppl who've wronged him

elise: run away with him!

akutagawa: you all misunderstand. i already have gotten my hands on what i desire to gift him. i wanted to discuss something else...

chuuya: uh i mean u can tell us anything

akutagawa: i wish for him... to perhaps meet... the people... i am... around often

*silence*

kajii, sobbing: oh-oh man! you can't drop that on us! of course we'll meet ur boyfriend! we're family right???

tachihara, also crying: bro i'd love to meet my brother in law !!

akutagawa: you two... do not have to come

chuuya: i'm honored u want us to meet, akutagawa. though i would have hunted him down anyway.

akutagawa, not meeting his eye: if it is alright with you chuuya-san... would u also be willing to meet him when my sister does

chuuya: o-oh

gin:

chuuya: shut up gin.

kouyou: oh this is all just delightful! akutagawa, where will we meet him? what is the dress code? is the agency going to be there? is kyouka going to be there?

akutagawa: atsushi wanted to invite u all to his birthday party so-

higuchi: ATSUSHI???

gin:

mori: well i am delighted to go.

akutagawa:

chuuya:

gin:

tachihara:

kajii:

kouyou:

hirotsu:

higuchi:

elise:

akutagawa, awkwardly: if you are busy, sir, you do not have to... just for this...

mori: nonsense! when chuuya-kun started his fraternization with dazai-kun and kunikida-kun, fukuzawa-dono hosted a meeting with chuuya and them, and the entire agency. but for some reason, they forgot to add me.

chuuya:

kouyou:

akutagawa:

gin:

elise:

mori: but this tim, i will make sure that i can go!

akutagawa:

chuuya:

gin:

[neontoad]

“You’re late,” Chuuya says when Dazai joins him at the table, the outdoor terrace of the cafe swarming with customers. Dazai props his chin on his hands and looks at Chuuya.

“You see me every day, anyway. Why does it matter if I’m a tiny bit late?”

A tiny bit, Chuuya thinks and rolls his eyes. He opens his mouth to ask him how on earth is 30 minutes “a tiny bit”, but his mind goes blank when Dazai puts his hand on top of his. 

“Awww, did chibi miss me?”

The brown eyes are looking at him with the tenderness that works like a truth serum, their irresistible shine making Chuuya forget what he was angry at in the first place.

Honestly… Yes. 

They might live together. They might wake up in each other’s embrace. They might be on each other’s minds all the time. 

Yet, when they are apart, it feels as if a part of Chuuya’s soul is missing, coming back together only when his hand is holding Dazai’s.  

“You wish,” Chuuya snaps, rosy tint painting his cheeks. 

He hates it that it’s so easy for him to stop being angry at Dazai. 

He loves it, too. 

He watches Dazai taste the seafood salad he ordered for him and his heart skips a beat when he sees how blissful his ex-partn- partn- boyfriend looks. Chuuya learned the hard way that with Dazai’s habit to be late every fucking time, he needs to order something cold for him. It seems to work. 

“You know, Dazai,” Chuuya says, squeezing Dazai’s hand, “isn’t it considered cannibalism? A mackerel eating seafood?”

“Nobody’s perfect, Chuuya.”

Chuuya cracks up, and Dazai’s eyes dart to the laugh lines in the corners of Chuuya’s eyes, his lips involuntarily curling into a smile. Chuuya catches his gaze and the blush on his face gets even more prominent. For a moment, Dazai forgets how to breathe. No matter how hard Chuuya tries to look stern, he’s the most gorgeous human being he’s ever seen, fragrant wisteria decorating the terrace complementing his beauty. 

Chuuya looks at his wristwatch and clicks his tongue. “I have to be back in the headquarters in 20 minutes.”

Dazai pouts and leans closer. “Will the Mafia collapse if their employee of the month decides to spend more time on his lunch break?”

“It’s not that easy for us to collapse. Unlike you, a bunch of goody-two-shoes.”

Chuuya used to roll his eyes when they first started going out for lunch together. “Rival organisations my ass,” he would scoff, paying the bill and choosing a cafe for the next time. 

Now, holding Dazai’s warm hand, he thinks that it wouldn’t hurt if he allowed himself to be late for once. 

He doesn’t look at his wristwatch at all for the rest of their meet- lun- date. 

Being a workaholic has never done anyone any good, anyway. 

[silverbladexyz]

(I misread I thought the girl saved him but it was the opposite) The unrequited love fic is so sad it literally brought tears to my face that’s how good your writing is, like it gives me female rage that after seven years of friendship he chose a random civilian girl compared to the reader that had been there longer and knows him like the back of their hand. I’ll start referring to user as me since it’s the reader is you so I can go on a little rant, like I ripped my heart out and handed it to him yet he gave it back and chose another woman he barely knew for what? Because it was love at first sight or something as stupid as that like I would throw a tantrum I swear I take back everything I said about Chuuya I literally defended him with my soul but not even Dazai would (Dazai literally would but like that’s not the point) I would slap him and then just scream at him because I can’t that’s so unfair and like cry while doing so because I literally cry when I’m mad. I bet Kouyou would literally support reader but be torn apart because she wants Chuuya’s happiness but understands how frustrating it is for reader. I love the unrequited love fic it’s so good it makes me wanna fly away I can’t wait to read part three★´∀｀★

Anon thank you so much omg 😭😭😭💖

Honestly, your feelings are quite valid because... choosing someone else over your best friend of seven years hurts a lot :') especially when you're the one who knows Chuuya's life story better than she does. But even though he wouldn't understand why you'd slap him and scream at him because it's not his fault that he fell in love with Yasuko, he'd still feel guilty that you were suffering because of him 😔 And Kouyou would want Chuuya to be happy, but she would most likely advise reader to let him go because she knows all too well how having one's love ripped away right in front of your eyes feels like. Tbh not many of the Port Mafia members seem to know much about love, so the best that they can do is to offer support to you (not that you'd really tell your secret to them anyways) :')

Also I'm not too sure if you were reading the series in the correct order; because the part where reader saves Yasuko was the third and final part of the series. I'll link the series down below in the correct order, but please let me know if the way I formatted it on the fics were too confusing! :D

Part 1 Part 2 Third and final part

Enjoy! <3