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cheriecoke · 1 year ago

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seeds of doubt

ft. dazai, chuuya, fyodor

summary — you don't feel like you’re good enough for them

contents — they comfort you when you’re feeling insecure about your relationship, sfw !!

notes — my other dazai wip is taking a while, so i decided to finish this one! i started it a few wks ago but since i’ve been feeling a lil down lately, i decided it was time for a comfort piece!

₊˚⊹♡ DAZAI

when you'd come home from work that evening, dazai had already known something was wrong. your usually bright smile didn't quite reach your eyes, your shoulders slumping the moment you crossed the threshold of your home.

dazai hadn't pushed you, but he had drawn you up tight in his arms, held you close when you breathed heavily into his shoulder, releasing all the tension in your body. his fingertips were soothing along your neck, massaging small, relaxing circles.

for the past hour, though it was nearing dinnertime, you'd found yourself buried in blankets, so warmly entangled with him, even when all of your hypercritical thoughts threatened to chill you to the core.

dazai spoke to you softly, asking you questions about your day for a while, ones that you refused to answer. you kept your eyes glued to the screen, watching mindlessly as a movie played, one that neither of you were paying any attention to.

that continued on for as long as he could stand it.

finally, with a sigh, dazai paused the film. he shifted, turning so that you were both face to face, his long limbs twisting around your own. limbs that were always so solid and warm, despite the iciness of his hands.

"kunikida told me what you said."

hesitantly, you stared back with wide eyes, jaw clenching. already, you knew what dazai was talking about. it was something that you'd told kunikida in confidence, because of all the members of the agency, you'd been certain that he was the least likely to spill your true feelings.

you stared back at him blankly, your shoulders stiffening. "hm? we talked a lot today. i'm not sure i know—"

though you pretended not to remember, dazai didn't let you run away from the question.

his lips fell into a frown, unamused. he drew your name out on an exhale, before running his palm over your cheek, across your chin, dipping his fingers into your hair. "don't bother. he's already mad enough at himself for telling me, but he hated how upset you were about it."

"osamu," you began. "i don't—"

"why did you tell him that you think you're not good enough for me?"

the seriousness in his deep brown eyes was so different than his usual playfulness, and you almost withdrew from them, curving deeper into yourself.

though, alongside the stoicism of his expression was something so melancholy, you found yourself offering your unfiltered emotions instead.

a long pause ensued. you breathed.

"because it's true," you finally whispered, your words wispy. "i'm not good enough for you, osamu." you swallowed when his face fell even further. "you're so smart, so handsome. you make me laugh all the time." your eyes grew hot as you felt tears at the edges of them. "i'm so plain compared to you."

"plain?" he repeated back, so wildly upset that you found yourself at a loss for words. "how can you say that, any of that, when i'm the one that's not good enough for you?"

despite yourself, you cracked a smile at his overzealous need to change the narrative. "don't say that just to make me feel better.”

"i'm not.” he frowned, his lips puckering as he held your cheeks, elongating each of the letters. "you're beautiful. inside and out. in a way that i can never be." he kissed the tip of your nose, smiling as you swatting him away. "i'm certainly not funny to everyone, either. i make you laugh only because i love you, and i want to see you smile." he kissed you between the eyebrows, then, this time laughing when the skin wrinkled there. "and i'm smart because i have to be, because i don't want to see the people i care about get hurt if i can do something to stop it." his expression softened at your glossy eyes, the way you slowly melted under his touch.

you let the words sink in, each one slowly chipping away at the doubt that had clouded you. dazai had never looked at you with anything but adoration in his eyes, something he spared for you and you alone, even when you felt unworthy of it.

"you could have anyone you wanted, osamu,” you said, the honest truth twisting something deep within you. “anyone at all.”

"funny," he said, tilting his head as he studied you carefully. "i've always thought the same thing about you."

₊˚⊹♡ CHUUYA

“i’m home,” you heard chuuya shout down the hall. he was always careful to alert you of his presence every time he returned, never wanting you to fear that his enemies had found his home, leaving you vulnerable.

you sniffed, some form of acknowledgement as you swirled the alcohol in the glass, pouring it down your throat. it burned on the way down, a buzz already at the edge of your mind, your thoughts slowing as you it sank into your bloodstream.

chuuya didn’t say anything more as he came into the room, kicking off his shoes and hanging up his hat and coat. there was a healed cut running down his left arm, a cluster of bruises on his left.

even though he’d gone on a dangerous mission earlier, he’d come home relatively unscathed.

despite your endless relief, it only did more to fuel your insecurities, the knowledge that compared to all his infinite glory, you were a lackluster, powerless no one.

you poured another glass, unbeknownst to the fact that chuuya was speaking to you at all.

“what?” you turned, the word slurring; you weren’t even sure what set of syllables had left your lips at all.

chuuya made a face as your head plopped down on the table, your eyes red from the tears you'd expelled. “is something wrong? it’s a little early for this, isn’t it?”

you stared at him, and though he was amused, you turned away, feeling the sour emotion of doubt lodge deep in your chest. “no,” you said in a small voice, turning away from chuuya.

he paused for a moment, his expression sobering before he took the seat next to you. chuuya held out a gloved hand, one that you could only see from your peripheral vision. “you expect me to believe that?”

“nothing’s wrong, chuuya,” you muttered, as sharply as you could in your current state. your arm grew numb under the weight of your head, throat sore from your earlier sobs. “i’m fine.”

chuuya sighed and took the bottle from you. even as you protested, every inch of his expression was so caring and delicate.

“that’s how i know you’re not fine.” he ran a hand over your hair, flattening it as you looked up at him from under wet eyelashes. “please tell me what’s wrong. i don’t like to see you sad, baby.”

though you wanted desperately to keep your mouth shut, you were too drunk to hold in the words. you leaned into his touch, letting the tears roll down your cheeks once more as panic grew in chuuya's eyes.

“i just think you deserve someone better than me, chuuya."

his brow wrinkled, and he blinked twice before shaking his head, puzzled. “what?”

you buried your head further into your forearms, unable to look at him any longer. despite your embarrassment, your lips didn't stop moving, releasing every little secret you'd bottled up since you'd met him

“you deserve someone you don’t have to worry about every time you’re away." you swallowed. "i’m not strong like you, chuuya, i don’t have any special ability that can save me from enemies." you thought of all the people he worked with, all of the ability users in the city that could compliment him so perfectly. "someone out there is a perfect match for you… i just don't think it's me.” you looked back at him, with teary, red eyes, right into his own sullen ones.

he scoffed, but his expression was gentle, open, fingers curling delicately around your wrist. "well, you're certainly wrong about that."

you curled yourself into a ball, resisting him, looking down at his knees instead of his eyes.

“none of that matters to me. i love you just the way you are. even if you were the strongest in the whole world, i'd still do everything in my power to keep you safe.”

you rubbed your cheeks, frowning as chuuya began reeling you in, grabbing you by the wrist to tug you onto his lap. “chuuya..." you said, hesitating as he planted you on his thighs, lips pulled tight in complete sincerity as he spoke his next words.

“i don’t care about anyone else. they could have all the power in the world, and it wouldn’t matter because they wouldn’t be you." he held you steady, one hand on your hip as he let the other caress your cheek gently. "i'll never want anyone else, okay?"

you nodded, though the sadness didn't dispel so easily from your face.

chuuya sighed, offering you as much of a smile as he could, even though he knew it wouldn't be a magic solution to cheer you up. "i'll remind you every day if i have to."

₊˚⊹♡ FYODOR

your hands curled in the water, tracing patterns throughout the soap and bubbles as your thoughts consumed you. it was just after midnight, but you'd woken up alone in your bed, full of thoughts that seemed determined to convince you that you'd never be enough.

though you'd gotten better at dispelling those dismal emotions, they dug their claws in deep this time. you'd crawled out of the cold sheets and drawn yourself a bath, hopeful that it would clear your mind.

fyodor had disappeared, and you weren't sure if he was in another room or if he had left your home completely.

it was quiet, but that told you little; he was always so silent, sneaking up on you with footsteps that never made a sound.

the door creaked open not a moment later, as if he had heard your thoughts. you didn't look over at him, but he sat beside the tub, his slender fingers curling over the porcelain.

"is everything alright?" he asked, his voice soft in the dim bathroom, illuminated only by candles and moonlight. "it's late."

you hummed, and contemplated voicing your thoughts at all. but you were half asleep, drowsy, and it didn't seem to matter what you said. the feelings would still be there, whether you voiced them or not.

still, you hesitated. "am i enough for you?"

you spared him a glance, and his eyes were wide, surprised by your simple question. a brief pause, before he answered, almost gently. "have i made you feel that you are not?"

you leaned your head against the edge of the tub, staring at the ceiling, the cracks in the paint, the uneven texture.

"i sometimes wonder if i'm just a hindrance to your plans." you breathed, thoughtful as he waited for you to finish. "i feel that maybe you'd be better off without me."

fyodor said nothing as you laid in the water, the temperature dropping with each passing minute. quietly, he discarded his clothes, keeping his eyes on you as he climbed into the tub to sit across from you.

he whispered your name once, but you remained silent, breathing in and out, trying to calm your mind.

"would you look at me?” fyodor asked, and the softness in his words was enough.

you sat up, pulling your legs closer to make space for him, even though he held your calf, drew himself towards you instead.

"you know that i do not make decisions lightly, and yet, i decided to share my heart and soul with you." he caressed your knee before letting his hand fall into the water, tracing patterns around your shin. you shivered. "do you really think i would have devoted my time to you if i ever intended on letting you go? if i didn't need you?"

"i know." you frowned, fully aware that it was true, to the deepest part of your soul. still, there was an ache in your mind, one that wouldn’t just go away with his pretty words. "but i can't help the way i sometimes feel."

fyodor smiled, his eyes crinkling ever so slightly at the corners. "i know," he said, and when he had you close, he dipped his head to kiss your bare shoulder. "but you do not need to hide that from me. i am here for you, always." he squeezed your hand. "i apologize if i am not always the best at showing that."

his touch was cold in the exposed bathroom air. "and when you achieve your goals, what will become of me? will you dispose of me, along with everyone else who stops being of used to you?"

"of course not." a laugh escaped him, like your question was unfathomable. "even then, you will be right by my side." he held your jaw tenderly as he forced you to look deep into his eyes. "you are mine forever, don't you understand? just as i am yours.”

dash is a teensy bit dead rn, but i want to let this one go so i can focus on my other wips <3. this was so nice to write though :))

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nakahras · 6 months ago

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𓇼 ˖° dimples • multi character

synopsis • you’re surrounded by stupid men with cute dimples, it’s a tragedy

warnings • all: lower case intentional, fem!reader • chuuya’s: intoxication (alcohol), slight spoilers for stormbringer

wc • 4.4k

a/n • writing for characters other than chuuya and dazai (even tho i snuck both of them in there 💀) was refreshing. i had sm fun with all of these

ada: kunikida (wc 767)

it’s been almost eight hours of torture and you’re not even close to being finished with the mountain of work this stupid sack of bandages and bones has let pile up. it’s been especially bad this month, he usually tries to keep up the first week or so but from the looks of it, with this month that wasn’t the case. the worst part of it all? you don’t even get to leave the office until the brunette has all of his backed up work completed and at the rate you’re going you’ll both be here for the rest of the week. you wish you were exaggerating but you don’t think you are. last month atsushi was stuck in the office for a full 32 hours. the poor boy didn’t speak to dazai for almost a week after that, having had his fill for a lifetime.

your eye is twitching and your head is throbbing. you’ve been stuck next to dazai for almost eight whole hours due to having literally drawn the short straw. each month all the detectives, excluding ranpo since he’s just as bad, draw straws to help dazai catch up on his neglected paperwork and unfortunately this month was your turn.

you let out another long sigh, at this rate you’ll pass out from the breathing exercises before you finish all of this work. your glasses are propped low on your nose, index finger and thumb pinching the bridge of it in irritation. dazai is currently humming his double suicide song and leaning dangerously far back in his desk chair.

just as an idea stampedes across your mind, kunikida, not even looking up from his laptop, speaks up. “if you keep leaning back in that chair, you rock-for-brains, you’re going to fall and hit your head. god knows you don’t need to take any more damage to that screwy brain of yours.”

you can’t help but to let out a snort as you look over to see obvious offense on the brunette's face. it’s rare that kunikida’s outlandish comments towards dazai surprise you anymore, but it’s almost as if the blonde had read your mind. you have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from smiling further when dazai gives you an accusatory glance before directing his attention back to the senior detective.

“awww are you worried about me, kunikida-kun? that’s so sweet of you. i’m not clumsy enough to fall from leaning back in my chair like this though. i’ve mastered the art!” as if to demonstrate, dazai leans way back, far more dangerously than he had previous to this conversation.

without thinking you lean over and push on dazai’s chair, knowing the only result being him tumbling to the floor. “oh, have you now.”

in the split second before his demise, the brunette looks at you with an expression of utter betrayal. it’s like it happens in slow motion, you watch the betrayal flash into horror and then finally acceptance settles in his features as the back of his chair hits the ground and dazai clashes with the floor. a loud crash resounds across the office and everyone is too stunned to move let alone make a noise. not even a moment later dazai is groaning and lets out a pathetic whine.

before he can open his mouth to complain verbally you’re both startle by a loud chortle coming from behind you. your eyes widen at the foreign noise falling from the usually stoic or angry blonde. you watch in wonder as his lips are stretched into a rare smile and his flushed cheeks display deep crevices. they’re dimples, you’ve never seen kunikida smile this widely, so you’ve never noticed them until now. something in your stomach flutters at the sight and you can’t help but to smile at him in astonishment.

when kunikida settles down, clutching his stomach, he’s still smiling as he removes his glasses and wipes the tears from his eyes. as he places the metal frames back on his face his gaze seeks you out and when it settles on you his face is one of shock to find you already staring at him in amazement. you watch him closely, scrutinizing his expressions to see if you really never noticed the signs of dimples decorating his cheeks before.

kunikida clears his throat awkwardly and composes himself. “what is it?”

you let out an airy laugh and shake your head while offering him a reassuring smile. “it’s nothing really…i just never noticed before, kunikida, but you have dimples. you should smile more often, they suit you.”

pm: chuuya (wc: 1.1k)

you hardly ever drink, if at all. the most you’ll have in a sitting is a glass of whatever’s offered to you. you usually sip at it slowly, nursing that one drink for the rest of the night.

…but tonight…

tonight is certainly different. you’re celebrating the close defeat of fyodor and the decay of angels with the armed detective agency of all people. the surprising collaboration had bonded so many of your people together that it was only right to celebrate as one. the defeat was, after all, all of yours.

despite the celebratory mood, you currently find yourself in a predicament. as one of the port mafia’s physicians it’s easy to fly under the radar at an event much like this one, but the ada’s doctor took a special liking to you and has been feeding you shot after shot of saki to shoot with her. at this rate, you won’t even be able to see straight enough to hook yourself up to an iv before passing out after this. you don’t even want to know what kind of headache you’ll have in the morning if you can’t stay hydrated.

you need to find a reason to excuse yourself before you’re roped into taking your sixth shot of the night.

you scan the vicinity, everything blurring at the edges. your eyes zero in on the one person you’ve actually wanted to speak to all night. you haven’t seen him since he came back from europe. you missed him. the thought makes you cringe internally at the involuntary thought. you wonder how much you look like a love sick puppy because suddenly yosano is leaning in and whispering, very indiscreetly might you add.

“oho! am i keeping you from a special someone? go on, i can find another drinking buddy…” the woman doesn’t even give you a chance before she’s waving the bottle of saki and zeroing in on the blonde with glasses whose name you never bothered to learn. “kunikida! come here!”

you take a breath and try your best not to stumble over to where the ginger is observing something to his left, clearly amused. when you get about 3 meters from him, his head snaps over to you and his small smile stretches into a bigger fond one. his eyes soften and he reaches out to steady you.

god, you almost forgot how truly gorgeous this man is.

“looks like you had too much fun with the agency’s doctor there.” the second his smile widens you’re a goner, your mind becomes even more foggy and your legs wobbly.

you smile proudly at chuuya and you think you must look ridiculous because he lets out a chuckle that puts his single dimple on full display. “were you keeping tabs on me, chuuya nakahara?”

your words are a little slurred, even though it’s not very noticeable, they still come out more jumbled than you previously thought they would. if you had the decency you’d flinch at it but your inhibitions are a little scarce right now. you don’t even have the decency to feel embarrassed.

what’s even worse is chuuya catches the way your eyes scan his figure, gaze lingering on features that should be left for a private setting. you’re absolutely shameless and you’re not even that inebriated. your ogling is put to an end when your eyes meet his own again. his grin wide and smug.

once again, you’re consumed by how stunning he is.

“i was…been waiting all night for that doctor to leave you alone. it’s been a while, doll. how’ve you been?” chuuya reaches out to straighten your hair by tucking your loose strands behind your hair, you don’t miss the way he lets his hand linger before pulling away and letting his arm drop back to his side.

you hum contentedly and shrug. “i’ve been overworked and worried. but…i’m glad it’s finally over and you’re back. i’m glad you’re safe.”

trying to change the subject, you hone in on the small indent that’s settled on his face from smiling so much and chuuya gives you a confused look but he doesn’t question you just yet.

“y’know, you only have one dimple and i think,” you reach up and poke at the small crater in his cheek. “it’s the cutest thing ever.”

a fit of giggles falls from your lips and chuuya swears that somehow between when you walked over and now you had time to sneak in stealing his heart. something in his stomach flutters and his hands twitch, begging to hold onto you. chuuya tilts his head back, effectively making your hand fall from his face and downs the rest of his wine.

you watch in amusement, enjoying the way your words have clearly affected him. maybe drinking as much as you did wasn’t such a bad idea after all. you never would have said something like that to the world’s strongest ability user otherwise. you’ve harbored affection for the ginger since doc, your mentor, was still alive. you can practically hear albatross in your ear, teasing you for your, at the time, small crush.

you’re brought out of your melancholy thoughts when chuuya’s gloved hand wraps around your wrist and he pulls you into him. you stumble and fall into the gravity manipulator. you let out a noise of complaint, ready to voice your qualms but it all dies on your tongue as it goes dry when you notice the tantalizing look on chuuya’s face.

“you’re callin’ me cute? you?” chuuya leans in, he’s so close you can smell the faint scent of wine and cigarettes on his breath.

you swallow thickly and look away, face now flushed from more than just the alcohol. “what d’you mean by that…”

the ginger leans in impossibly closer, his lips now brushing yours but before he can even say anything, an airy and teasing voice is calling out for the executive.

“chuuya! i’ve been looking all over for you, don’t tell me you were avoiding me? and here i thought we had patched things up back at the prison.”

chuuya’s brown eye twitches as his head turns to find a tall brunette with a simpering smile. it takes you a moment but you realize this is someone you know, someone who you haven’t seen or heard from since you were 18, dazai osamu. you aren’t exactly in the mood for a reunion, your face still flushing from what just transpired between you and the executive.

you try to escape but chuuya’s grip on your wrist only tightens. a clear nonverbal for you to stay put. despite suddenly feeling stone cold sober, you have a sneaky feeling you’re still going to be missing that iv tonight.

guild: mark twain (wc: 738)

this standstill is agonizing, you’re so bored. you’ve been stuck on the moby dick for what seems like ages and yet you still haven’t been given an assignment by francis. you feel useless, like you’ve just been twiddling your thumbs — hell, even poe has had a role to play in all of this.

it’s so incredibly frustrating.

you sit on the floor of the sunroom, you thought basking in the sunlight might help your mood. you thought wrong. you’ve been sulking for the last hour, maybe longer, just huffing and puffing as if someone was there. you let out another sigh and dramatically flop to the ground and onto your back as you hear someone approaching.

you look up to find a pair of sandal clad feet far too close to your face for comfort. you grimace and quickly sit back up to get away from the offending appendages. you previously had wanted some company, at least then it would be less agonizing. but you’re filled with dread when you decide your mood is far too sour to be entertaining anyone at the moment.

you glare at the ginger looming over you.

“get those dogs away from me.” you cross your legs and your face twists further in annoyance when you’re met with an amused expression.

a chuckle falls from his lips as he plops himself on the floor next to you. “someone’s in a cheery mood today.”

you roll your eyes and contemplate ignoring the young man altogether. of course you’re in a shit mood, you’re bored, you’ve been bored since you got to japan. you’re not even allowed to explore the area. you tried sneaking out but that damn priest caught you and tattled. you almost lose your temper just thinking about it.

“hey,” your internal rage is halted by mark trying to capture your attention. “where’d ya go just now?”

you let out a groan and flop back onto the floor. usually mark has a knack for fishing you out of your own thoughts but you don’t think even he can help today. you’d asked permission again to go explore and once again francis denied you. you feel like a bird, caged in, wings clipped so you’re unable to fly. being cooped up like this is driving you insane and you think mark can sense it because he stops pressing and lays down with you.

you both lay in silence for a bit and your tense muscles finally begin to relax. maybe this wasn’t so bad, basking in the sun alone was sad, but having someone to do it with…it’s nice. you’ve suddenly forgotten why you were so worked up.

the peaceful moment only lasts a few moments. a familiar and mischievous voice rings close to your ear and you start. “he’s been worried about ya, y’know?”

“tom?!” both you and the ginger cry out in unison.

you sit up and look over at mark incredulously. he’s never accidentally activated the boys before, his control always being pretty impressive actually. your lips part slightly as you notice the embarrassed pout that stretches his lips down. the frown bringing out the dimples on his cheeks, making them far more apparent than they are when he smiles.

it takes a moment but tom’s words sink in, when they do you let out a snort that has mark giving you a mortified look. tom is perched on your shoulder, snickering along with you. mark glares at the small apparition and releases his ability cutting off his snickering.

you look over to mark with a smug grin. “so, you’ve been worried about me, huh?”

you let out a chuckle as the ginger groans. suddenly your sour mood melts away and you’re left with a sweet aftertaste. your grin is wide and reaches your eyes, making them crinkle at the edges. your chest feels lighter, a weight that’s been sitting in your rib cage since departing the states finally being relieved and you have mark twain to thank for that. you watch as his frown stays clearly plastered on his features. you shake your head at him.

“ah, c’mon, mark. y’know i’m only teasing you. although i should do it more often, that frown brings out those adorable dimples of yours even more than a smile does…”

mark offers you an offended side eye but he can’t hide the blush that dusts the apple of his cheeks at your words.

hunting dogs: tachihara (wc 1k)

“tecchou could be charming… if it weren’t for his strange…quirks.” you snicker at jouno’s quip, never missing the chance to insult the brunette.

you hum, a smirk stretching at your lips. “okay, mr. ‘i like to piss people off for fun’, you’re just as bad.”

the blind man turns his head towards your voice and scowls in your direction. your smile widens, pleased with ticking him off. playing his game better than him is always so exhilarating. jouno always gives you some of the best reactions .

your captain belts out a hearty laugh. the older man himself had started this conversation. apparently he’d been shot down and came into your meeting room with his ears drooped and tail between his legs. charm. that is the subject at hand, which of you have the most charm. it started with fukuchi insisting on his “boyish charm” despite his age. the man is clearly in denial but trying to convince him of that is pointless, you would know, you’ve tried.

jouno hisses, “as if you’re any better.”

“i am. why do you think i’m the member fukuchi sends out for negotiations, my dear jouno?” you snicker when the pale man turns his nose up at you and clicks his tongue, knowing you’d won.

it’s been a while since all of you had been summoned together. despite the bickering you’re excited to see your colleagues altogether in one room. you’re especially giddy to see a certain redhead who’s been undercover with the port mafia for almost 2 years now. you’ve missed 2 of his birthdays, he must look older now. you wonder just how much the young man has grown since the last time you saw him — as a boy. you were still young too, you still are, younger than him at the very least. not by much of course but it’s enough to make you the second youngest member of the hunting dogs.

the last time you saw tachihara, the two of you fought. you begged him, pleaded with him to not take the assignment with the port mafia. it was dangerous and you knew about his personal grudge against its leader. but he didn’t listen, he made a promise to you, though. he promised to come back to you in one piece.

you impatiently wait to see if he kept his promise.

you’re pulled out of your thoughts by fukuchi. “ah, we almost forgot about the other two. what do you think of teruko.”

you and jouno share a look. teruko has never been the most agreeable…and that’s putting it lightly. her attitude is arrogant at best. sure, when she loves, she loves with her entire being but that’s a rare instance and it takes time to get there with the girl.

“why don’t we skip over her and move on to tachihara…” jouno looks almost pained at having to avoid the topic altogether.

luckily you’re both saved by the meeting room door opening and 3 other figures walking in. you sit up straight, watching as tecchou strides in first. your breath hitches when a smaller figure walks in with another larger one. you can feel the look jouno is casting your way, knowing well he felt the way your heartbeat began to race, the way your breath caught in your throat, and the way you tremble with nerves.

you were right. he does look older, but most importantly he still looks just as handsome. maybe even more so than before. you also notice he’s grown into his uniform, unlike the baggy uniform he wore the last time you saw him, this one fits him perfectly.

instead of greeting everyone else (you suppose this wasn’t the first meeting he’s had with the rest since infiltrating the port mafia) tachihara dives right into the conversation you were having previously.

“what about me?”

you don’t miss the way the ginger’s eyes scan the room and light up the second they meet your own and you don’t miss the way he makes a beeline for the empty seat next to you. “our captain here, believes that he still has a boyish charm about him…”

“...ah…uh huh… so old age has made the geezer delusional then?” tachihara grins proudly at you, a dimpled smile on full display, as he claims the empty seat as his own.

you let out a bubbly giggle, unable to contain yourself and nod. “i’m afraid so!”

“hey!” the older man whines in a way that’s reminiscent of teruko. “i am not old.”

jouno and tecchou chime in while teruko and your captain argue against why you’re all wrong. you watch them all with a fond smile and a warmth in your chest. you’ve missed this, missed them all. having michizo next to you made it all feel complete, like you’re whole again.

the ginger leans in cautiously, watching for any hesitation on your part, but he won’t find any. “what about you? what do you think? am i charming?”

you study his face for a moment, all the previously soft edges of his face have smoothed out, only leaving sharp features. even his eyes are far more calculating than they were before he left. one thing that hasn’t changed though, his boyish smile. the indents in his cheeks give way to his young age. for once you're happy to see that some things never change.

apparently, your conversation wasn’t a private one as fukuchi chimes in. “it pains me to say but you have the most boyish charm out of all of us, even greater than mine - but only by a little.”

you chuckle at the stubborn man’s words and tachihara follows suit. the soft rumbled noise he makes is deeper and that’s when you realize, it’s not just his laugh that’s gotten deeper — his voice has a certain gruffness it didn’t have before. it’s subtle but it’s soothing, much like a lullaby.

you wink at the ginger and respond in a teasing tone, “fukuchi is right, tachihara, your boyish charm could get you out of all sorts of trouble. it’s definitely those cute dimples of yours.”

doa: nikolai (wc: 837)

you don’t even remember what you just said. or where you are. or what you two are even doing here. all you know is that nikolai is sitting in front of you laughing like a madman. it’s not one of his usual forced cackles, no, this one is possibly the first genuine laugh you’ve seen from him. his real laugh is far lighter than the crackled and loud noises that slip past his lips when he plays his little games. you find yourself trying to memorize the sound, much preferring this laugh to the previously mentioned one.

his face is relaxed too. the twisted grin he usually wears has melted away into a bright smile that reaches his cheeks, making the most stunning little indents in them. nikolai truly is gorgeous and you find yourself thinking he’s even more beautiful when he lets himself relax. his uncovered eye sparkles as he wipes away the tears that built up from his fit of laughter.

you’ve always thought that nikolai himself is just beautiful in general but when he’s like this? you can’t help but to stare.

and of course, the clown notices. “whatcha staring at, chickadee?”

it’s teasing, a lilt in his voice that’s just a little too cheery. your attention, which was previously zeroed in on nikolai’s isolated features, focuses out and onto him as a whole. his head is tilted to the side, staring at you curiously.

you’re suddenly acutely aware of the fond smile that’s plastered on your face. you gather your bearings and turn that smile into a frown, crossing your arms across your chest, you stubbornly look away. you let out an exasperated puff of air.

“nothing.” your voice comes out deadpanned.

nikolai prances his way over to you, standing on his toes and leaning in. you swear he has no sense of personal space, you doubt he even knows the meaning of it. your lips immediately curl up in discomfort and you lean away from him, trying to create as much distance as possible without actually stepping back. your attempts are futile, though, his tall stature and freakishly good balance allows him to follow you.

the white haired clown lets out a snort. “ah, come on, that answer’s no fun!”

“it wasn’t s’posed to be, gogol.” your expression is uninterested but internally you aren’t as confident in your ability to keep your composure.

nikolai dramatically pouts at you and straightens back up, doing a little twirl that you think is quite ridiculous. but that’s nikolai, ridiculous and unabashed. you straighten up too and watch him wearily. his sheer amount of energy seems to drain your own, sucking the life out of you the longer you’re around him. his eccentricity is something that you’re still not accustomed to.

nikolai perks up and you almost wince knowing you’re not going to like whatever thought it is that just lit him up like a lightbulb.

“let’s play a game then!” you can’t help the way you eye him suspiciously. “we each tell the other our favorite things about the other. we’ll start with favorite feature!”

“no.”

“yes!”

your eye twitches at how quick he is to reject your refusal. the twitching intensifies when he starts humming the jeopardy theme and prancing around you, clearly waiting for your approval. you decide you’re gonna be bullheaded on this one — or, at the very least, try to be.

“absolutely not.”

nikolai let’s out a foul buzzer noise “absolutely! c’mon. i’ll go first-”

“nikolai. no.”

there’s now a dull pounding in your head and you’re starting to think that maybe conceding is the best option to get him to stop.

“nikolai. yes!” his grin is wide and you can tell he’s caught on to your waning perseverance.

you sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, a sign of you accepting defeat. “if i tell you, will you stop bouncing around like that and calm down?”

“cross my heart and hope to die!” his tone is cheery, sing-song and light.

you know �� you know — you’re going to regret this later but you could care less at this particular moment. anything to give you a sliver of peace.

“fine…your dimples, they’re my favorite feature of yours, they’re…mesmerizing…”

you look away embarrassed at the admission, missing the way nikolais face softens for a moment. then he winds up again, like a toy soldier that just had its key turned to the max. he’s moving around you with twice the amount of gusto as he was before his promise, practically vibrating. you scowl at him, displeased.

“you promised you would knock that off, you clown.”

the said clown gives you a pleased grin and sings out again. “i lied!”

you cannot believe you let him trick you like that, your ire making your skin crawl. or maybe that’s your embarrassment prickling at your skin and making it flush. you try not to let your mind linger on it too much as you let a response fly out of your mouth.

“then die.”

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lnkedmyheart · 2 years ago

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This one is in response to @fizzytastic asking

"I would LOVE to know what you mean regarding the light novels."

Dazai in the light novels has been down BAD since the day he met Chuuya.

I know the whole "must be because I love you" can be viewed as a joke but my man actually "whispered with a look of regret" at being shot down.

He also proceeded to cheat during the game by tampering with the machine to ensure Chuuya would lose the bet and become his dog. He was also stated as being in awe of Chuuya's fighting ability, repeatedly refering to him as "incredible". Dazai also flat out admits to wanting to try out living because "Chuuya convinced" him.

He is even described as having forgotten how to breathe watching Chuuya fight.

Moving on to the events of Stormbringer, Dazai spends too long exposing his obsession with Chuuya, telling the big bad that he spends all his "days and nights thinking about ways to annoy Chuuya".

He further proceeds to insist that Chuuya is human because of how strongly he hates Chuuya and due to a specific word it can be viewed as him saying Chuuya would hate him less if he wasnt human as was stated in the stage play of the same.

Furthermore at the end of Stormbringer he offers to come up with a new plan to give Chuuya an out if he needs one when he has to use corruption as a last resort. And he fully intends on coming up with a new plan within 2 minutes.

In general Dazai does a lot of staring at Chuuya throughout the light novels. On a lighter note Dazai jokes about wanting Chuuya as his personal maid at one point and demands that Chuuya let Dazai look inside his head and know everything there is to know about him.

But then we move onto the dragon head conflict as mentioned in Dead Apple where after making light of an executive's death and getting punched in the face by Chuuya, Dazai is so shaken up by Chuuya implying he's inhuman, he actually pulls strings to try and bring the conflict to an end. He also stops corruption by touching his cheek and pulls Chuuya's head into his lap while he is unconscious after his fight with Shibusawa. The following is from the manga.

Now everyone knows about the whole Snow White and Prince reference but in the light novel its clarified that Chuuya's ability was not affected by the fog and Dazai knew this but he still forces his head down. Even more telling is that Dazai cradles Chuuya's face for no real reason because Corruption had already been nullified when Chuuya made skin to skin contact when punching him in the face.

And of course that was how their expressions are drawn in the manga panel

Then we move to the present day and you have Dazai saying this to Sigma about Chuuya

But then his comment about Gide has him claim the exact same behaviour is romantic in his messed up troll brain

Basically Dazai has a history of staring at Chuuya in awe since 15, "jokingly" confessed at 15 and then got somewhat upset about the rejection, cheated to be able to keep Chuuya as his, repeatedly makes remarks that imply he is vaguely obsessed with him at 16, tends to let Chuuya rest his head in his lap post corruption, has nullified him twice that we have seen by touching his cheek (as per the movie and once as per the ln). Is actively affected by how Chuuya views him (which was shocking to me).

Aside from that he has also talked about Chuuya to the ADA off screen because Yosano knew about Chuuya and his ability (though this could just be a random update about the membera of the mafia to watch out for during meetings) and I heard he talked about Chuuya to Oda in The Day I Picked Up Dazai ln.

This is not counting any of the seriously insane amount of wan content because I dont view it as canon or atleast entirely canon but there Dazai admits to keeping 27 journals detailing things about Chuuya and its an exaggeration of the canon fact that Dazai prides himself in being a Chuuya Nakahara Encyclopedia. It also plays with how close they both actually are with several character refering to them as besties, Chuuya being forced to admit he doesnt actually hate Dazai.

(Oh and this is not even considering just how much Dazai touches Chuuya, like in the manga there is a part where Dazai keeps tugging at Chuuya's hair and refusing to let go while complaining about how much he doesnt want to touch him. Just let go dude...)

So yea, I would not be surprised if Dazai has his vows prepared by the time the last pre defection ln drops. Ofcourse this is mostly a lighthearted joke about Dazai being down bad but in all seriousness, Dazai genuinely cared about and still cares about Chuuya and its made extremely obvious throughout the novels. Its actually worth noting that it was actually Chuuya who seemed to be more vitriolic towards him until the end of Stormbringer where Dazai actually gives Chuuya a choice and shows open concern for Chuuya's needs. Hell Dazai was also the one insisting on Chuuya's autonomy, while he keeps insisting Chuuya is his dog, he hates the idea of people using him like a tool, its why he always gives Chuuya a choice. Chuuya always actively chooses to go rescue Dazai in Dazai's plans of getting kidnapped. Chuuya can always go, "nah, I dont wanna use corruption" but he doesnt because he knows since the events of stormbringer that Dazai will always give him a choice even if corruption seems like a last resort.

Chuuya has good reason for trusting Dazai. Its cause Dazai has in fact proven to him that he can trust him. Its why he went in to fight a dragon despite being told Dazai was possibly already dead.

(And yea I know the current arc would have people go "lol he tried to drown Chuuya, he clearly doesnt care" and you know what? That's so dumb. Dazai tried to drown Chuuya, yes. But we dont actually know what is happening with this arc rn and what he is doing or if Chuuya is in any way involved in whatever he is doing. Dazai said all those things and there was no need for him to say that but the fact that he even remembered several moments they shared, yea no, he was clearly affected by it. Maybe I am wrong and Asagiri decided to yeet out all of Dazai's characterization we saw with his behaviour towards Chuuya in 2 entire novels of his past but IDK I think I'm gonna wait till this arc ends and everything unfolds before making a conclusion about how Dazai is such an asshole he tried to drown his partner.)

Seriously, vows are like the least they could do at this point.

#soukoku #ah my ramblings #i just really really love the light novels #i am mostly joking about the romance of it all #mostly #but Dazai cares about Chuuya and idk I think this is such an important aspect of Dazai's character #like even if you dont lile the ship its really not fair to ignore how much Dazai genuinely cared for Chuuya #not because it supports the ship but because it shows that Dazai despite his claims of being a monster was ridiculously human #he saw this boy he was fasicnated by and he said- I need to keep him as my friend #and proceeded to do it in the most unsocialized troll brained clown way #i love this boy so much #someone hug him please #dont get me wrong I dont think dazai and chuuya's relationship was super healthy but it wasnt as toxic as people make it seem either #yes Dazai desperately needed Oda and Ango but Chuuya was also and is still an important part of his life #long post #i am not going back to chexk for writing errors. I'm sleepy.

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hanakolikescandy · 10 months ago

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𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢, 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚, 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨, 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢, 𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐚l𝐞 𝐒/𝐎 :)

Dazai:

1. Dazai finds himself strangely drawn to the reader's innocence and purity, often teasing them with flirtatious remarks just to see their adorable reactions.

2. Despite his aloof demeanor, Dazai secretly enjoys spending time with the reader, whether it's going on whimsical adventures or simply lounging around reading books together.

3. He's surprisingly protective of the reader, always keeping an eye out for their well-being even if he doesn't openly admit it.

4. The reader's presence has a calming effect on Dazai, grounding him in moments of chaos and reminding him that there's more to life than darkness and despair.

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Chuuya:

1. Chuuya initially finds the reader's innocence amusing, often teasing them mercilessly until he realizes how much he genuinely enjoys their company.

2. Despite his tough exterior, Chuuya has a soft spot for the reader, often going out of his way to make them smile with small gestures of kindness.

3. He's fiercely protective of the reader, ready to unleash his wrath on anyone who dares to harm them.

4. Chuuya can't help but blush whenever the reader compliments him or shows him affection, secretly cherishing every moment they spend together.

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Ranpo:

1. Ranpo is immediately intrigued by the reader's uniqueness, finding their innocence and naivety refreshing in a world filled with darkness.

2. He enjoys challenging the reader with riddles and puzzles, relishing in the joy of watching their face light up when they solve them.

3. Ranpo often acts as a mentor to the reader, guiding them through the complexities of the world while protecting them from its dangers.

4. Despite his playful teasing, Ranpo cares deeply for the reader and would do anything to keep them safe and happy.

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Atsushi:

1. Atsushi is instantly drawn to the reader's kindness and innocence, feeling a strong urge to protect them from the harsh realities of the world.

2. He loves spending time with the reader, whether it's going for walks in the park or simply enjoying each other's company at home.

3. Atsushi is incredibly patient with the reader, always willing to listen to their thoughts and feelings without judgment.

4. He often finds himself blushing around the reader, unable to hide his affection for them even if he tries.

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Akutagawa:

1. Akutagawa is initially wary of the reader's innocence, viewing it as a weakness until he realizes how much he admires their purity of heart.

2. Despite his gruff exterior, Akutagawa secretly enjoys the reader's company, finding solace in their gentle presence.

3. He's fiercely protective of the reader, willing to do whatever it takes to keep them safe from harm.

4. Akutagawa struggles to express his feelings for the reader, often resorting to small gestures of kindness to show his affection.

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Kunikida:

1. Kunikida is intrigued by the reader's innocence and purity, finding their outlook on life both refreshing and endearing.

2. He enjoys sharing his love for organization and planning with the reader, often involving them in his meticulous schemes.

3. Kunikida is fiercely loyal to the reader, always putting their needs above his own and going to great lengths to ensure their safety.

4. Despite his strict demeanor, Kunikida has a soft spot for the reader, often letting his guard down around them and showing them a more playful side.

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Ahh my first post! ◡̈⋆ⓎⒶⓎ!(*´∇`)ﾉ

I hope you enjoyed it :D

Requests are open!

#bsd x reader #bsd x male reader #bsd dazai #chuuya nakahara #first post #akutagawa ryuunosuke #atsushi nakajima #kunikida doppo #ranpo edogawa

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fortunately-pancakes · 3 months ago

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What if… High School Musical but make it Soukoku 😍

A bright light shines on Chuuya and he blinks, confused and momentarily blinded, before the creeping realization that he’s been chosen dawns on him. The crowd cheers and then the light moves to someone else in the room: a boy about his age, dressed in a dark suit, an oversized black coat, and crisp white bandages that cover his arms, neck, and right eye. Weirder than the bandages is his blank expression—almost menacing, if a teen boy could be such a thing—but with the spotlight, it changes instantly to an expression of overdramatic delight.

Chuuya doesn’t have a moment to question it, though, as he and the other boy are pushed toward the small stage. He’s about to bail on this ridiculous situation, but the boy shoots him a look that dares him to follow through with the duet.

The piano starts, slow and quiet, and then text appears on the karaoke screen in front of them.

“Living in my own world,” the other boy sings, sounding somber, “didn’t understand…”—his dark eye catches Chuuya’s—“that anything can happen, when you take a chance.”

Well, Chuuya never backs down from a challenge, so he grabs the microphone and sings his lines: “I never believed in what I couldn’t see, I never opened my heart to all the possibilities.”

It’s a shock when they both sing the next two words together, “I know,” but then the other boy drops the next line, as if he’s trying to keep Chuuya on his toes. Chuuya keeps going—“that something has changed”—and his duet partner joins him with the next line—“never felt this way”—and keeps dipping in and out of the chorus as Chuuya sings the rest of it: “and right here tonight, this could be the start of something new. It feels so right to be here with you. And now lookin’ in your eyes, I feel in my heart, the start of something new…”

Chuuya barely knows what he’s singing; the adrenaline rush is making it hard to hear and he’s caught off guard by how beautiful this boy serenading him is. The cold aura he briefly glimpsed has warmed into something like a mug of hot cocoa—chocolate brown eyes and chocolate brown hair—and he’s being drawn in, as they sway their hips to the music.

“Now who’d have ever thought that,” his duet partner sings, and Chuuya joins him for the next line, “we’d both be here tonight.”

“…and the world looks so much brighter, oh, with you by my side,” Chuuya finishes the verse.

They both jump into the chorus, and now Chuuya’s actually listening to the words. “This could be the start of something new”—it feels ridiculous to be singing that to someone he literally just met—“it feels so right to be here with you”—but there’s some truth to that line, he realizes with a shock—“and now lookin’ in your eyes, I feel in my heart”—there’s only one eye for him to look into, but the intensity of the boy’s gaze makes up for it—“the start of something new…”

Chuuya sings that last line by himself, feeling weirdly like he’s been left hanging, but his duet partner starts the next verse with gusto: “I never knew that it could happen, till it happened to me.”

Together, they sing, “I didn’t know it before, but now it’s easy to see…”—and Chuuya notices the slight change from “could be” to—“it’s the start of something new.”

The song is declaring this to be a turning point for them and Chuuya’s getting caught up in the feeling of it as they finish the last chorus together.

Never felt this way…

By the time they sing the last notes, Chuuya realizes they’ve gravitated to each other and are close enough that Chuuya’s forced to look up to meet his partner’s eye. Now, the boy is beaming down at him and his lips twist into a slightly flirty grin. Chuuya’s eyes widen and his face heats as he wonders for a moment if this boy he doesn’t know is going to kiss him.

But then the boy turns to the crowd and does a dramatic bow, saying, “Thank you, thank you,” as the crowd claps and cheers. The spell of the song is broken as they both step off the stage and Chuuya’s left reeling from the confusing emotions until his duet partner grabs his hand and drags him outside.

The boy lets go of him once they’ve cleared the crowd and they end up at the edge of the balcony, overlooking the snowy forest stretching out before them. The air is cold, but it feels good against Chuuya’s overheated cheeks. His hands, though, are freezing, so he shoves them deep into his pockets.

“I’m Chuuya,” Chuuya gets out, his breath puffing into the space between them.

“Chuuya,” the boy says, as if tasting the letters of his name, then he grins and says, “Call me Dazai.”

Dazai. Chuuya thinks it must be his family name.

“So,” Chuuya begins, not sure where he’s going but feeling the need to say something, “ya ever sing like that before?”

“Only in the shower~” Dazai says, but the way he talks has a sing-song quality to it; Chuuya wouldn’t be surprised if he sings to himself while going about his day. Or maybe Chuuya’s just projecting because that’s what he does—it’s his little secret.

But he’s never sung with anyone before tonight. He didn’t know it would be so different.

”Yeah, me neither,” Chuuya says gruffly. He watches the trees shake in the wind and the snow tumble off their branches, trying not to look at the pretty boy beside him.

I’ve never actually felt that way, the words are on Chuuya’s tongue, but he’d never willingly admit that. It’d be so… cheesy. He’s thankful the cold can explain the flush on his cheeks.

“I didn't think someone so short could have such a good voice!” Dazai chirps.

The insult is so unexpected, Chuuya’s first reaction is just: “Hah?!” He whips his head around to Dazai and glares up at him. “Who’re you callin’ short, dickhead?”

Dazai’s eye and mouth go round with delight. “Oh! Short and angry!”

Chuuya’s cheeks flare with a new heat to them as he kicks Dazai in the shin. “Anyone would respond that way if you call them short!”

What was he thinking? This guy’s an asshole. The singing thing was clearly a fluke.

Dazai winces in pain. “Not anyone would sing a romantic duet with someone they just met and then kick them…”—Chuuya’s seriously thinking about kicking him again—“…but that’s what makes me love you!”

Love—?

“What?!” he nearly shrieks. His heart is hammering. When did that happen? “Ew, no!”

There’s an awkward pause and then Dazai laughs. “I’m kidding, of course.”

”Right…” Chuuya feels sick from this emotional rollercoaster. He’s only known this guy for, like, ten minutes and he’s already felt a whole color wheel of feelings about him. He’d like to get off the ride now.

A clamoring sound of voices interrupts them—the doors to the chalet are propped open now, as the party spills outside. They gather around the deck, watching the sky as they start chanting: “Ten! Nine! Eight!”

Chuuya pulls out his phone to look at the time. 11:59.

He glances back up to find Dazai leaning with his back against the railing, watching him with a slowly fading smirk.

“Five! Four!”

The start of something new… the song echoes in Chuuya’s head.

“One!”

The fireworks go off at midnight, drowning out the sound of anything else. People are kissing each other and laughing and drinking flutes of champagne. Dazai, though, is just gazing upward. His eye is so dark, it’s like a mirror to the night sky, reflecting the bursts of color over a vast emptiness.

I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss. Chuuya shakes the thought away, wondering what the hell has gotten into him.

“Did you make a wish?” Dazai’s voice surprises him. It’s soft the way snowfall muffles the world, but Chuuya’s standing close enough to just make out his words.

His mind gets stuck, unhelpfully, on the word kiss. And then love.

“No. Did you?”

”Mm.” The way Dazai’s looking at him now has none of the magnetism that it did while they were singing, nor the sparkling mischief while he was insulting Chuuya. It’s like a shut door. “I wished for a peaceful ending.”

Peaceful ending?

Chuuya’s just about to ask what that means when he hears his name called. With a warm winter coat over his elegant suit, Verlaine is breaking through the crowd and coming towards him.

The sight sparks annoyance in Chuuya—they’ve spent the whole weekend together, can’t he have a few more moments without…

But when Chuuya glances back to Dazai, his duet partner is gone.

Then his world goes dark as Verlaine envelops him in a hug and his face is squashed into his jacket. At least it’s warm.

”Happy New Year, Chuuya! I couldn’t find you before…”

~🥂~

#soukoku #skk #bsd skk #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai

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spiritedscorpio · 2 years ago

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Idea: bsd characters on a ferris wheel

🎡

The BSD men on a ferris wheel

Includes: Atsushi, Akutagawa, Dazai, Nikolai, Ranpo, Chuuya, Fyodor

Warning: A bit of suggestive content, typical suicide mention for Dazai's part

A/n: Thank you for the idea, sorry it took a while for me to finish this!

Atsushi:

He was actually the one to suggest that you check out the nearby amusement park since you both had time off

He's never gotten to go to one himself so he was excited to experience one for the first time with you

Everything grabs his attention and he wants to see and try everything however he's drawn to a large ferris wheel first

His face lights up at the sight of it, the bright lights illuminating the night sky

While waiting in line you talk casually, the conversation repeatedly returning to the ride

When you get to the front of the line he lets you step inside first so he's there to catch you if you trip

As it goes around he stares over the side of the cart, admiring the view of the city

The peace at the height of the ride brings a sudden feeling of gratefulness to him and he tells you how much he loves and appreciates you

You ask him if you can kiss at the top and he's initially flustered at the sudden question but agrees, gently pressing his lips to yours when you reach the top the second time

Asks to go on it again with you before leaving so you can end the night with it

Akutagawa:

You had to beg him to go to the local amusement park with you as it's a place he would never usually go to

He immediately hates how crowded the place is so he sticks close to you

You say you want to go on the ferris wheel and he has no objections since he'll be separated from people

He sits next to you in the cart and watches the ground below him with a blank face

When he looks over at you smiling at the view in front of you, he can't help but slightly smile himself

You ask him if you can kiss at the top and at first he's against the idea but agrees when you ask him a second time, leaning towards you at the top for a quick kiss

Though he tries to hide it with his coat, you see a faint shade of pink on his cheeks

You giggle at his expression, saying how cute he is and lean onto his chest, relaxing against him as you continue to go around

He tenses up at first but hesitantly puts his arm over your side

Has no problem if you ask him to go again, he secretly enjoys the closeness and seeing you so happy in general and with him

Dazai:

He was immediately down to go with you to the amusement park; anything where he gets to spend time with you and get away from his usual work setting is fine with him

If you're on the shorter side he teases you and asks if you're tall enough to go on some of the rides

He simply agrees when you ask to go on a ferris wheel, following behind you as you lead the way

Offers you his hand as you climb in before sitting across from you

As you get further and further from the ground he stares down in awe "Wouldn't this be a wonderful way to end it all?" He says casually before looking over a you, a content smile spreading across his face at your expression

You ask if you can kiss at the top and he smirks, amused by your advance however he still agrees

He leans forward, pulling you onto his lap and locking lips with you as his hands hold your waist

The kiss was passionate, gentle, and seemingly innocent until he trailed his lips down your neck

He chuckles to himself when you pull away and move to sit next to him, your face a bright shade of pink

When you get to the top again he pulls you in for another kiss, snapping a picture so he can brag to Kunikida

Nikolai:

He was actually the one who suggested you go as he wanted to experience all the festivities with you

After going around and playing the games you suggest going on a ferris wheel

When you get to the front of the line he dramatically bows, gesturing for you to get in first

He sits next to you rather than in front

As you sit next to him he starts rambling, asking you random questions while you quietly listen, responding to his questions if they happen to make any sense

You suggest kissing at the top of the ride and he instantly agrees, thinking it would be like something out of a romance movie

He leans forward, cradling your jaw with his hand as he locks lips with you, the lights in the night sky illuminating both your features perfectly

He pulls you in again, taking a picture of the two of you before taking more with you in various poses

Ranpo:

After seeing posters advertising the local amusement park with pictures of the various snacks there he asked you to go

Once he's gotten something to eat, he doesn't particularly care where you want to go and just happily follows along

You take him to a line for a ferris wheel and he's quick to complain that its moving too slowly

When you finally make it to the front he steps in first, taking the seat opposite you

He boredly stares off to the side, sucking on a lollipop

You pout at him not paying any attention to you so you join him on the other side of the cart, taking the candy out of his mouth and putting it into yours

This catches him off guard but he quicky collects himself, taking the candy back and pulling you into a kiss "I think it tastes better this way" he says with a smirk on his face before going back to eating the candy

Once you get off he drags you to another snack stand since he finished his candy on the ride

Chuuya:

He immediately agreed to go with you to the amusement park, he was willing to do nearly anything if it would make you happy

As you stand in the line for the ferris wheel you start teasing him, asking if he's sure he's tall enough for the ride

He sits next to you, putting his arm over your shoulders and you lean against him as you both enjoy the view

You look up at him and ask if you can kiss at the top causing a smirk to spread across his face at you being uncharacteristically forward

When you reach the top he lifts your chin up with his finger and locks lips with you, your tongues sweetly moving together, all the worries of real life being washed away in the moment

The smile on his face when you pull away is unbelievably genuine and earnest-- sometimes you can't believe this man is also a port mafia executive

Fyodor:

Thought the idea of going to an amusement park was childish, you were grown adults, not children

If you tell him it'll really make you happy if he goes with you, he'll go when he can spare the time

He isn't a fan of the noise and children running around but he sucks it up for you

Has no problem going on the ferris wheel with you; anything to get away from those bratty kids

He sits across from you, crossing his legs as he blankly looks off to the side

Honestly he didn't really get the appeal of the ride but he did enjoy how you looked so happy while watching the scenery

You suggest kissing at the top and he agrees, he didn't care about PDA, if people cared, screw them

He also recalled a few peoples eyes lingering too long for his liking on you so this would be a good opportunity to show them you were taken

He pulls you to his side before leaning towards you, pressing his lips to yours as his hands held onto your waist

He bit your lip as he pulled away and started trailing kisses down your neck

Only when your neck was covered in a few obvious purple marks did he pull away, pleased with both his work and your reaction

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elizais · 1 year ago

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Hello how are you? Have you drunk water today? stay hydrated!!

Anyway, I wanted to ask for chuuya x reader where she has light pink or lilac hair and loves colorful things like different accessories, trinkets in her hair, lively clothes, you know? He always dresses up in a cool but beautiful way, and because of his style he attracts attention

i'm good thank you so much for asking!! i wrote them as headcannons xx

chuuya x reader!! cutesy stuff i lovee this request thank you anon! headcannons !

-to start with, he adores your hair colour! the way it perfectly matches you and how you style it perfectly.

-when he first meets you, he is immediately drawn to the way you look. not in a way that he only cares about your appearance but in the way that it is you and he loves everything about you !

-when you begin to start dating, you don't want him buying you anything expensive like necklaces so he settles for the cutest pieces for you.

-sparkly little barrettes are his go to for you, he once bought a clip with pearls and he thought he broke you when he saw your overjoyed reaction.

-whilst he would never admit it, having orange hair wasn't his favourite thing but having someone as cute as you with bright hair made him incredibly happy.

-he can't even express how much he loves when you tie your hair with a ribbon or a bow, seeing you all happy makes him feel like his heart will explode!!!

-not to mention how he dresses in a very sophisticated way, given the PM members all seem to dress very formally but he just likes dressing that way! but the way you contradict his very proper clothing definitely makes the stubborn man more adventurous.

-maybe you're slowly introducing a light pink dress shirt into his wardrobe..

-when you are introduced to everyone at the PM as his partner romantically, how someone who usually came off as grumpy and had a very dark sense of clothing was with you definitely felt like a yin and yang type of dynamic.

-also idk why but when i read the bit about hair colour i had to think about the motorcycle!! he probably used to make the argument that "it's definitely red, [name]." but now he is willing to say its pinky red if that makes you happy.

-maybe like when you come home and see him half asleep, sat on the couch after a stressful day at work he would let you play with his hair.

"[name]?" chuuya asked when his mind registered his hair was being brushed as he was half asleep. his eyes still closed. "yesss?" you asked. "what are you doing?" he grumbled. "dressing up your hair" he could hear the smile in your voice, whilst this was not his preferred activity if he could sleep as you done it he was more than happy. chuuya responded with a hum before falling into a light sleep. his hair was decorated with barrettes, bows, small flower clips, and a braid on one side with pins in it. proud of your creation, you stood up and took a photo of your lover with his new hairdo. he wouldn't be able to keep it in forever but kept them in until it was time for actually going to bed. the next day he turns on your phone to check the time on your lock screen to be met with the photo of him.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #port mafia #bungo stray dogs x reader #chuuya bsd #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #chuya nakahara #nakahara chūya

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skkfujoshi · 1 month ago

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You gotta die sometime

Chuuya had never prayed.

As far as he was concerned,having a god you could just talk to kind of defeated the purpose.Why be deferential,respectful when you could just badger the bastard?When you knew you’d always get answers?

Now that he couldn’t do either…He had no choice left but to pray.To pay reverence to the stubborn peace of shit…

He took a deep breath and shoved his hand in his pocket,pulling out a couple of coins.

He was standing in front of one of the very few Ahrahabaki shrines.It was in Surubachi,go figure.

With another deep breath,he tossed the money into the offering box.

Chuuya bowed once,making sure to do so slowly.He bowed again,shutting his eyes.

Right hand tad lower than the left,he clapped.

Once. Twice.

His words were drawn out as he mouthed the plea.

“Please let me fix this.Please let me fix this and not die…”Chuuya whispered

Not the most sophisticated prayer,but it got the point across,he supposed.

A beat.A few.A whole minute…His head still hurt just as bad as it had been hurting that whole week…

Chuuya’s bow this time was quick.He gritted his teeth as he ran down the stairs.He rushed over to his motorcycle,shoving the helmet onto his head and jamming the key into the ignition.

Fine,he’ll fix it himself.

-||||||-

It was two weeks after they got joint custody of Akutagawa when Dazai decided to say it.

“I don’t get it.” “What?”Chuuya asked,looking up from his laptop “Giving up the position you always wanted for some random kid.It’s dumb.That’s supposed to be PM not AM,by the way.” “…It’s 11AM now.You’re not making him train that late at night.” “You’ll ruin him.”Dazai sighed,tossing himself onto their bed

His partner scoffed,closing the file and turning off his laptop.

“Not any worse than you did.” “I just don’t see the angle.You know we’re like…the exception,right?”

Chuuya glared at him.

“He’s certainly not gonna outlive us.And when he kicks the bucket,you’ll have nothing to show for it.” “…So what?I should just not give a shit about anyone?Like you?”

Dazai nodded,smiling innocently.

“Naturally.If everyone were like me,we’d live in a utopia.”

Chuuya rolled his eyes,shutting the laptop and sliding it under the bed.

“Probably because everyone would kill themselves before they could fuck anything up.” “As I said,utopia.” “…Kill yourself.” “I’m trying.”Dazai sang

Chuuya threw himself onto the bed as well,right next to Dazai.

“Is that really how you view the world?People are only worth what they can give you?” “It’s how it is.Take your dear old dad for example.He needs my smarts and my ability,that’s why despite all the times I threaten him he hasn’t put a bullet in my head yet.”

Chuuya moved to lay on his elbows,mouth flat but lips twitching for a moment.Whether they were bound to go downwards or not,Dazai didn’t know,Chuuya quickly schooling his expression.

“Same with you.He gives you the affection and praise.In turn you give your life,power and loyalty.”Dazai said,matter of factly

He hadn’t meant for it to be cruel,hadn’t unnecessarily dragged out the words so they’d sink in further.Maybe he should’ve.

If he had,perhaps Chuuya would have been too taken aback to wrap his hand around Dazai’s throat.Not that Dazai was complaining,Chuuya’s weight on him and the pressure on his neck was the closest to death he’d been the whole week.Considering how slow work’s been going he’d gladly take this.

But on a practical level he had to admit it was a bit of a problem.

“Take that back.”Chuuya ordered “Why?I’m not wrong.Sure,if you die your father might miss you but that won’t really matter will it?At the end of the day,you’ll still have some equally powerful shmuck taking your place after a week.Maybe even less.”

Chuuya’s nails scraped as his hold on Dazai’s throat tightened,spots starting to dance at the edge of the brunette’s vision.

“Take.It.Back.” “This is an enterprise first and foremost,Chuuya.The faster you accept that,the better.”Dazai panted

Chuuya’s hand tightened further for just a moment,a breathy laugh coming out of Dazai at the feeling.But then,Chuuya got off with a scoff,hurriedly pulling his hair into a ponytail.

“You know,I pity you.” “Do you?Why’s that?” “Because when you finally kill yourself nobody will miss or mention you.And that’s really fucking sad.”Chuuya spat,turning back to him

His glare didn’t stay long,instead soon sinking into annoyance.His teeth weren’t bared for long either with his lips promptly tightening into a thin line.

His eyebrows fell quickly as well,mouth tugging downwards.For a moment Dazai thought he might’ve spotted a flicker of guilt or even worse sympathy.Before Chuuya could say a word more,he beat him to it.

“Maybe.But at least I have nothing and no one to lose.”

They both went to bed without another word.

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“Don’t know whether this is worse or better than the paperwork”Kunikida said shutting the door of Yosano’s office

Dazai put the last scalpel away as he straightened up.

“Definitely better.This way none of you have to look at my handwriting.” “Mhh…So you and Atsushi talked?” “Yup.And surprisingly he’s against it just as much as the rest of you.I know,shocker.”

Kunikida rolled his eyes and pulled up a chair as Dazai kicked the drawer closed. “Why?” “I already told you why I want to kill-“ “Not why you want to kill him.Why you haven’t done it yet.”

Dazai blinked at Kunikida,the two staring at one another for an awkwardly long moment.

“So?” “I can’t just break into-“ “You could and would.You grew up there,you know that building like the back of your hand.You had no problem getting out before,you should have no problem getting in.”

Dazai was surprised by the matter of fact quality of his partner’s tone.Notably,a much different tune than he was singing when Dazai first informed them of his intentions.The brunette quirked his brow and snorted.

“Think I won’t do it?” “I think you’re stalling.” “My plans take time.” “Only when you want them to.”

Dazai sat himself down on the table and crossed his legs,leaning forward.Kunikida seemed unbothered.

Which really just meant he wasn’t getting off his back any time soon.

“Can you tell me what this is really about?”

Kunikida,without a word ,pulled out a small photo.

“Two years.Still in your apartment.” “…I never said I’d be happy about it.” “There’s a big difference between “not happy about it” and “it will destroy me”,Dazai.” “Oh please,don’t be so dramatic.”

Kunikida scoffed.

“Dramatic?Dazai,the entire time we dated,you barely kept his name out of your mouth and you thought he was dead at the time.” “I didn’t think he was dead.I thought it was po-“ “Big difference.And don’t think for a second that I didn’t notice how you two were when he showed up here.”

Dazai got off and stretched his arms above his head.

“Look,I’m tired of repeating the same spiel about why you shouldn’t kill him.You already heard all the reasons,so I won’t bother.” “But?” “Don’t force us to pick up the pieces when you don’t make it through this ok.”Kunikida said getting up and reaching for the handle

He turned back to Dazai as he opened the door.

“Please.”

And with that,Dazai was back to being alone in Yosano’s office.He plopped himself onto the floor and groaned as he ran his hand through his hair.

Sometimes he really missed not giving a shit about anyone…Caring made people’s lack of understanding infinitely less entertaining.

Dazai swung his fist at the heavens.

“Damn you.”he said halfheartedly Who he was damning,he had no clue.

Could’ve been Kunikida,Chuuya,Mori(though for that he would’ve had to swing down)…Possibly Odasaku for putting him into this mess.

Heck,maybe even the universe itself.

Not that it really…

“Suddenly I get this urge to end this life of mine,hanging from the ceiling a rope I’m gonna tie”interrupted Dazai’s ring tone

Dazai smiled despite himself as he pocketed his phone.He was half tempted to just let the song play,purely because it always put him in such a good mood.He changed his mind when he saw the caller ID,cutting the refrain short as he picked up.

“Hey Ango,what’s-“ “Dazai,we have a problem!Fyodor faked his own death and now he’s on the loose!We’re searching for him right now.Tell the-“ “I’ll tell Ranpo,just tell us where you’re at and we’ll be there in a few.” “Immigration office.” ”Got it.Talk to you later.”Dazai said getting up and ending the call

Three hours…Three hours and no luck at all.It almost seemed like a joke.Most people would have to try to be as unfortunate as Chuuya was right now

Maybe this was divine punishment.If so…. “Way to be petty, ‘Baki.”he muttered under his breath,before taking another sip of the shitty gas station coffee

His phone rang and while he hoped it was Akutagawa,that possibility was almost immediately dashed.He sighed as he picked up.

“Hey,sis.” “Not going well?”Kōyo asked “Nope…Three hours of looking and not a sign of him.” “How long do you plan to keep going? “Until I get him.”

Kōyo gave a hearty sigh in response.

“For tonight,Chuuya.” “For tonight…Probably an hour more.” “Better than until midnight,I suppose.Good luck.” “Thank you. “Oh and one more thing.” “Hmm?” “Told you so.”she teased

Chuuya rolled his eyes.

“Very funny.Talk to you later.” “See ya.”she said,hanging up

Chuuya put his phone back in his pocket and leaned against the gas station wall,finishing off his coffee.He checked the cup and sure enough…

He groaned.Empty.And he still felt tired as shit.Maybe he should get a energy bar from the vending machine or something…

He peaked trough the glass door,ascertaining his options.Just as Chuuya figured that he didn’t like any of them,he saw a black haired man walk out of the bathroom.He was pale with purple eyes and was currently getting tea on the cofee machine.

He had Fyodor’s features basically memorized,the rat’s photo having been on his desk constantly for almost a month.This man was a dead ringer.

Of course,lookalikes happened.He couldn’t just assume.

After a quick toss of his plastic cofee cup into a trash bin,Chuuya pushed the door open and made his way over to the vending machine.His eyes flicked over to the Fyodor lookalike.He seemed confused,squinting at some piece of text on his own machine.

Inconspicuously,browsing the snack options,Chuuya asked:”Need some help?” “Yes actually…You see my Japanese isn’t the best,so it appears instead of the coffee I wanted,I ordered tea instead…”he mumbled in a thick Russian accent “Ah.Happens to the best of us.Allow me.”Chuuya said walking over

After a few moments,the cup was filled.

“Thank you…Sorry,I don’t think I caught your name.” “Dazai.”

Like hell was he giving his real one.

“And you are?” “Nikolai.” “Sounds Russian.New here?The accent sounds pretty fresh still.” “Yes.Arrived in the city yesterday,in fact.Starting a small buisness.”

Buisness,terrorism,same difference.

“I see.Well,good luck with that.” “Thank you kindly for your assistance.”he said with a smile that Chuuya found too smug

Chuuya smiled in turn,giving a small wave as he watched the man walk trough the door.He made his way over to a recently arrived Lada Niva.

Durable car,Chuuya noted to himself.A man with long white hair and an almost dreamy expression leaned out,the two exchanging words quickly.

Chuuya’s eyes widened.Ivan Goncharov,another member of the Rats.

He tried to read their lips but unfortunately he didn’t know Russian,so it was as if he hadn’t made the attempt at all.

Then Fyodor got in and they drove away.Chuuya waited a few moments,taking measured but larger than usual steps towards his bike.He glanced at the small wooded area off to the side of the actual road.

He threw his leg over and put the helmet back on.This way he’ll have a better chance of taking them by surprise. _

Dazai stared at the ocean,wanting to hurl.He hadn’t eaten anything bad,he was sure.There was no build up of vomit.

He just felt sick,but he didn’t know why.

“Dazai!Dazai are you even listening!?”Ranpo demanded

Dazai turned to him with an embarrassed smile.

“No,sorry.I was just thinking about how refreshing this water looks and -“ “Ugh,you’re so boring!It’s always suicide this and suicide that with you.Forget I asked.”he grumbled”When’s the cab coming?” “Twenty minutes or so.”

The detective lit up.

“Great,I’ll tell you how I cracked this Fyodor thing wide open,since you were talking with Four eyes the whole time.”

Dazai nodded and listened,stomach still uneasy when they got into the cab.

“Slumber of death to all ability users,for the resurrection of my beloved.” “You’re getting really fucking repetitive Hawthorne…”Chuuya panted

Damn bastard hooked the bike with his freaky blood tendrils…He really hated those things…At least with Rūyunosuke,Chuuya could afford a cut or two…These he couldn’t even touch…

He might as well have had Dazai glued to his back.

Nathaniel didn’t respond,sending another red string out,another strike landing harshly against the gravitational field around Chuuya’s body,actually working a grunt out of him.

Relentless bastard…How long could he keep this up?If his ability worked similarly to Akutagawa he should’ve been down for the count by now…But Chuuya didn’t even hear a single labored breath,Nathaniel’s ability still pushing against his own without stop.

Chuuya wasn’t sure how much longer he could take it.’Tainted’ was usually a breeze to use offensively,he’d just have to change the density of an object and let good aim do the rest but he was feeling every strike as if I it was landing against him…

He scoffed,a bit amused.He remembered Verlaine once told him not to rely on fields like this.He supposed he knew why now.It was fucking exhausting.

Chuuya looked at his bike,laying limply on the ground behind Nathaniel.The tires seemed good still.He just has to find a way to get to it…

Chuuya looked around them.They were in a small clearing yet were still surrounded by trees…

He took a deep breath and focused on the ground…This should be easy.Easier then breathing.And yet Chuuya wasn’t feeling it give him even an inch…Almost as the earth itself was resisting his ability.

“Come on…Come on….”

What was going wrong?

Chuuya’s eyes widened.

He’s not using his full strength.He has to dissolve the field…

Which was a terrible idea,dangerously stupid and should’ve never crossed his goddamn mind but…

He stretched his legs and sighed.

“One.Lift your foot.”he instructed to himself under his breath”Two.Hold it.”

He exhaled deeply.

“Three.Release.”

The field shattered as Chuuya brought his foot down with a loud crack.The ground fractured in a web of jagged lines,surrounding Nathaniel.Chuuya kicked into the air,sending the priest flying at what he was sure was a mocha speed.

Chuuya didn’t waste time waiting though.If this fucker could lift himself with his tendrils like Akutagawa could…He ran over to his bike panting still and turned the engine back on.The wind whipped past his face,Chuuya breathing a sigh of relief as he made it back out onto the main road.At 90 miles per hour he could probably-

Chuuya gasped as he felt a sharp pain in his side.He looked down,eyes wide in disbelief at the red stain beginning to form on his leather jacket.After eight years…A bullet had finally hit him…

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teadari · 2 months ago

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✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚💐♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚💐

Oh, how strange are the ways of humanity in the labyrinth of worldly bustle! Ohiko, being the birthday girl, allowed herself to loosen the reins of prudence that day. This celebration is nothing but an opportunity to experience the unknown, surrendering to the ease of existence. Tenderly gazing at the flowing potion, she comforted herself with the thought:

"What could possibly go wrong? After all, I am the embodiment of sobriety!" she thought, as the first shot of fiery ambrosia slipped inside, warming her soul with a blazing flame. Alas, her soul, stirred by the feverish audacity of the drink, began to seek expression in kisses with a certain Chuuya. Thus, unknown passions, like a whirlwind, swept her into a dance of madness. And so, the result of human folly appeared in all its ugliness.

ᡣ𐭩Nakahara Chuuyaᡣ𐭩

As soon as morning broke, the first rays of the sun, like curious neighbors, peeked through the partially drawn curtains, illuminating Ohiko's face, still flushed from last night's mischievous revelry. She, like a biblical heroine from a dream deep in slumber, sprawled her limbs across the grand bed and unconsciously draped one of them over Chuuya, who lay in a blissful languor. Their morning awakening was as unexpected as it was inevitable, as thirst, that relentless passion, demanded to be quenched.

"Oh, how mercilessly my head aches!" cried Ohiko, nearly entangled in the tangle of her thoughts and hair, clutching her head with both hands as if trying to piece it back together.

— Ohiko? How did we end up in the same bed? And why are we before each other in... such a natural state? — Chuuya exclaimed in alarm, covering his face with his hands and blushing like a groom at the altar.

Oh, how contradictory was his soul at that moment, when he realized that what had happened was not done in sober mind but in the feverish fervor of nocturnal deception. There was a drop of bitter joy in this event, for his rebellious journey through the darkness remained unknown, and a wild hope filled his heart at the thought of possibly repeating it."

"Ah, I must have drunk quite a lot for the night to become ours!" remarked Ohiko, her gaze drifting over Chuuya, as if trying to pierce his depths.

And then her thoughts, like a breeze, began to swirl:

"But maybe..." she murmured contemplatively, like someone searching for answers to life's eternal questions.

Thus, they were overcome by conflicting emotions, wandering like travelers in the nets of night, between reality and dream, raising before themselves the curtain of illusions and truth.

"Let's pledge that this will remain our secret," the girl said, extending her hand as resolutely as a conspirator in a desolate field. Her eyes sparkled with unspoken words, like stars on a cold night.

"No living soul must hear of this," he affirmed, taking her hand with the same seriousness. It was as if their vow rang out like metal in the shadows instead of being penned with ink.

However, his words were tinged with unease: that bandaged maniac—they called him a demon in a white shroud, for nothing human was foreign to him, and he feared rumors more than fire.

But in his chest lay dormant ignorance, for Osamu, clever in matters and discussions, had already spread rumors about it throughout the neighborhood, like autumn leaves carrying their message on the wind. Oh, how true it is that secrets cannot be kept in a world where words fly faster than the wind and ears are sharper than eyes.

˚˖𓍢🦢˚Dazai Osamu˚˖𓍢🦢˚

Ah, there he is, the mischievous Devil who sniffed out all their cunning antics. Surely, he gathered rumors like fruits in an autumn orchard and now proudly carries them in his black hat.

The foliage party was full of merriment, laughter, and a light buzz. Guests swirled in a whirlwind until routine drew them home. But that very Devil, being the last seated at the table, heard indistinct rustlings from the depths of the rooms, where Chuuya and Ohiko indulged in unknown mischiefs, while the moon reflected in their windows like a silent witness to the night's mockeries.

And the lad, that catcher of rumors, blossomed into a wide smile when Nakahara's voice, like the whisper of the wind among frost-touched trees, reached him, suggesting that they were still naive, that chastity granted them, the Olympians, peace, as the beast itself remained innocent. Oh, how foolish these amusements are, how vainly feelings hide behind a mask of knowledge, when dark forces wish to perform their dances!

In that moment when everyone seemed to conspire to leave Osamu alone with his thoughts, a simple yet cunning plan sparked in his mind, like a glimmer in the dark night. This scheme was the product of a heated mind, entangled with resentment and discontent.

Osamu, like a gently wounded goose, felt a bitter taste of injustice in his chest: it seemed to him that Ohiko preferred that "dwarf," whose appearance was as insignificant as his very existence, over him, Osamu, who dreamed of a grand outcome, like something out of a romantic poet's pen—a double suicide that, in his eyes, would become an act of supreme union of souls.

Thus, in the labyrinth of passions and schemes, the webs of fate were woven, and, as usual, the exchange of grievances turned into a powerful driving force for actions that find their justification somewhere on the border of morality and madness.

∞♡ Nakajima Atsushi ∞♡

The only soul that rejoiced in their union was that simple and kind person who, unaware of any suspicions or regrets, imagined as a sincere friend that their wedding would soon echo through the city streets, caring not for the dark veils of the organizations where both worked, like bees in a blooming garden.

He believed, as only a young heart can, that Chuuya and Ohiko acted in a surge of great love, the purest and most tender. This carefree young man, still a guardian of naivety, found support in Osamu, who, in his cleverness and cunning, nonetheless felt joy for them.

And so the time came when these two, like conspirators, began preparations for the wedding celebration. Poor Ohiko was already in a matrimonial union, unaware of it. The dress, the veil, the shoes—all these attributes of festivity and celebration entwined her future path like a colorful garland.

Ah, life is like a masquerade, where the invisible hand of fate directs the ball, and who knows what jokes it has prepared behind the next curtain!

💕⃝🕊️ 💕⃝🕊️🥀Kunikida Doppo💕⃝💕⃝🕊️🥀

"And so what? Rather than indulging my hopes, you should be working with the same zeal!" Kunikida returned to his favorite admonishments, for to him, the news that Ohiko and Chuuya had succumbed to the intrigues of the flesh was nothing more than an empty sound; meaningless and useless tidings about the fate of mere mortals.

But Osamu, the prankster and rogue, never missed a chance to throw in a tease:

"Ha-ha, dear Kunikida, our good sir, you really could pass for a charming assistant! Look, you'll be tossing petals for sure!" Osamu said thoughtfully and with a sly grin, as if offering a good-natured admonition.

"Are you even listening to me?" exclaimed Kunikida, unaware of the underlying matters, still oblivious to the comedic twist of circumstances swirling around him, ready to descend as a new caricature of his life. His soul, like a leaf in a whirlwind, did not even know the true nature of his situation.

"Yes, yes! Eureka! I've invented, a plan is born! Atsushi, dear friend, bring the tools," he exclaimed excitedly, as if beckoning the bright gaze of the goddess of inspiration. His inspiration surged like a mighty stream, and his heart, trembling, longed to create magnificence.

"Help," echoed a solitary word in the shadows. And in it, soaked in the darkness of suffering, lay an incomprehensible yet distinct embodiment of pain, creeping into every corner of consciousness. For this cry, driven by despair, calls out to souls like the toll of a bell, awakening in people something greater than mere compassion.

❤︎Fyodor Dostoevsky❤︎

This man, with a distinctly Russian spirit, intended to play the matchmaker for Chuuya and Ohiko, considering himself their judge and righteous arbiter. However, they, like hostages of their own fate, were unaware of this and lived in ignorance.

As for the events that followed, after their first night together, they found in their souls those warm feelings that, like spring rivers, broke through the winter ice. The couple, having lingered in the beta and gamma stages of falling in love, decided to bind themselves with the ties of meetings, for what else is there to do when affection colors their relationship in gentle tones? Long attracted to each other, they blossomed like flowers at dawn, and it seemed that fate itself had given them a reason to soar in a surge of passionate experiences.

And so, their fate, as often happens in tales and legends, led them along a smooth path, where they, unaware of troubles and dangers, wandered, talking about their own matters and enjoying the fleeting simplicity of life, until suddenly Dazai appeared on the figurative scene on the horizon, holding a huge sack, resembling a character from a sly comedy.

"Um, Dazai? Why do you have that sack?" the girl asked with astonishment and slight apprehension, as nothing in the surrounding world hinted at how harshly this innocent situation would turn.

"For this!" he exclaimed with a playfulness typical of his character, and with a swift movement, he tucked her into the sack, as one might wrap a colorful charm in a fur cloth.

Chuuya faced the same fate: Atsushi suddenly appeared from around the corner and, to everyone's surprise and dismay, stuffed him into another sack, as if the enigma had shifted into a new phase of absurdity.

Thus, their fates became entangled in an unforeseen collision: just as it is often impossible to separate farce from truth in this theater of life, a person does not always know where one ends and the other begins.

🕊️~ After some time. ~🕊️

Upon waking, they looked around in confusion, unable to comprehend how they ended up in such strange circumstances.

Then, an unexpected understanding dawned.

"What the heck? Why am I wearing a dress? Chuuya?" exclaimed Ohiko, staring at him in shock, her eyes filled with a mix of surprise and bewilderment.

"I swear, one day I'll settle the score with that cursed soul!" snapped Chuuya, feeling a wave of indignation flood his heart, filling him with the energy of vengeance.

"You know, you even look handsome in that outfit," Ohiko laughed, barely able to contain her amusement, while Nakahara, blushing at her words, clearly found himself entangled in the web of embarrassment.

Thus, the prose of the day intertwined into patterns of comedic adventures, and, as always, a person, without even knowing how, became the hero of an absurd production, where every crafted moment is a reflection on how real the reality is that swirls around him in its whirlwind.

"And so, Chuuya, Ohiko, follow me," came Dazai's voice, full and with that sly undertone, like an actor preparing a new trick for the astonished audience.

"DAZAI! THIS IS ALL YOUR DOING!" they cried out, their voices full of indignant protest, directing all their fury at this mischievous confidant of intrigues.

Like a captain on the deck, he gently raised his hands, as if forming sturdy walls of defense, and quietly said:

"Calm down, my doves," his voice flowed melodiously, like a soothing lullaby.

"What!" they continued, observing but not yet comprehending what the future held for them.

And then, the door before them opened like a theatrical curtain, inviting them into a new dimension. Osamu, with a slight smirk, nudged Chuuya forward, as if coaxing actors from backstage onto an empty platform, where life was preparing its mysterious surprises for them. In this world, which tends to mock and exalt, theater is merely a reflection of the fiery human nature.

"Are you planning to ring us like birds at a wedding?" Ohiko asked, piercing Dazai with a gaze that shone with sparks of former audacity and deep resentment.

"Yes, what's so strange about that? Aren't you pleased?" Dazai's voice carried innocence, like the whimper of a puppy masking the cunning schemes of a jackal.

"Pleased? I..." she started to express her categorical conclusion, but Osamu quickly nudged her forward, as if prompted by some inexorable fate.

"What a sly trickster! I swear, when I get to you, you'll pay!" the thought flashed through Ohiko's mind, filled with bubbling determination and hidden anger. Ah, this dance of human destinies, where each step can mark the beginning of a new intrigue and an unexpected twist!

Oh, how beautiful it was around her, as if in a dream: the atmosphere was filled with the shimmer of lights and the conversations of many people, which seemed to rise up like the sounds that occur in a theater before the show begins. And there before her appeared Kunikida and Dostoevsky, like two extraordinary characters, each undoubtedly a mystery. Kunikida, so stern and uncompromising, seemed to have ended up in this hustle and bustle quite by accident. And Dostoevsky... What sly demon had led him here to this glittering event?

But suddenly her thoughts were swept away in a whirlwind and broke off in an instant when she turned and saw a face she least expected to see in Japan.

"MOM?! How did you end up in Japan?!" Her astonishment knew no bounds, as if the world had turned upside down.

"My dear," came the response, and in her mother's voice was everything: from love to pride, and the tears shining on her cheeks resembled pearls, which she carefully wiped away with a handkerchief. "I'm so happy for you," she sniffled, each breath expressing a barely noticeable tremor of soulful beauty.

Ohiko, immersed in amazement by all these events, approached the altar where a nervous, if not bewildered, Chuuya awaited her.

Dostoevsky began his speech, his voice resonating like the echo of ancient manuscripts filling the air:

"Dear newlyweds!

Today, on this beautiful day... and blah, blah, blah..."

"Chuuya, tell me, dear, why on earth did I invite this twerp to my birthday party?" Ohiko whispered into his ear, deftly masking her anxiety with a smile.

"I have no idea myself, but thanks to him, we're stuck in this situation. Still, the wedding night does bring some joy to my heart," the groom, who despite all the twists and turns had already become her husband, replied just as quietly.

In this unpredictable intertwining of fates and the laughter of a mother's tears, like a mirror, reflected the great mystery of life, where old boundaries and conventions crumble like ancient walls under the force of a fresh wind driven by gusts of love and wonder.

"Seriously! And this brings you comfort..." Ohiko began, but her words were abruptly cut off as if by an unseen hand, falling silent before the sudden proclamation of Fyodor.

"And now you may kiss the bride," he declared with solemnity, as if concluding something ancient and ceremonious.

"Well, Ohiko, brace yourself!" announced Chuuya, his voice confident and determined, yet his face, like a crimson banner in the wind, betrayed his emotions, blushing furiously to his ears.

This day, like a rare book filled with the wisdom of the ages, lingered in their memory, leaving a deep impression in their souls akin to a cherished truth. They learned an important lesson: never, under any circumstances, invite Dazai, for his inscrutable nature always conjures the unprecedented, causing a fright such that even a mother wouldn't recognize her child. This was the wisdom of their days, like seeds of experience cast upon the fertile ground of life.

🤍-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ-🤍-ˋˏ ༻ ❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ-🤍

#writing #drabble #fanfic #bsd #bsd x reader #english #hedcanon #bungou stray dogs dazai #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd atsushi #bsd x you #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #osamu dazai #kunikida doppo #bsd fyodor

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marenhoshifonia · 1 year ago

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Heyyyoooo........ What's up pipol?... It's been awhile hasn't it?.... Well, ya gurl has been watching bsd (Bungo Stray Dogs) recently and I've loved the series. So today, I will be posting a fanfic of Chuuya. This will be my first time writing this and hope you guys would love reading it. Now on to the fanfic..

Chuuya Nakahara x Abused Reader

Night falls as Chuuya Nakahara decides to visit one of his regular bars. After a long day of completing his reports, he finally finds the time to unwind at the bar. Upon his arrival, he is greeted by a serene atmosphere within the establishment. The soothing sounds of jazz music fill the air, accompanied by the gentle hum of conversation and the enticing aroma of his favorite spirits.

Taking a seat at the bar counter, Chuuya places his order, which the barista gladly takes, recognizing him as one of their frequent patrons. And who can blame him? The bar's pleasant ambiance and the exquisite selection of wines and liquors are simply irresistible.

One of the reasons Chuuya finds himself returning to this bar time and time again is because of you. From the moment he first set foot in the establishment, he couldn't help but notice you, always sipping on tequila. It seems that, like him, you also seek solace at the bar after a tiring day of work.

Whenever Chuuya visits, he often catches glimpses of you at the counter, seated at a table, or elsewhere in the bar. There is an unspoken connection between the two of you, a silent acknowledgment of each other's presence.

Chuuya finds himself increasingly intrigued by your presence each time he frequents the bar. Although he hasn't had the opportunity to strike up a conversation with you yet, there is a mutual understanding that both of you are drawn to this place for a reason. Perhaps it is the shared desire for a glass or two of wine that brings you together each night.

One evening, as Chuuya was on the verge of entering the bar, he had a premonition that something was about to occur. Over the past few nights, he had noticed you appearing melancholic or lost in deep contemplation. Upon entering the bar, he ordered his usual wine and took a seat.

While surveying the surroundings, he spotted you at one of the tables, and observed a stranger attempting to grab your arm. The man appeared sober and was seemingly trying to flirt with you. However, witnessing your distressed reaction, Chuuya promptly rose from his seat and made his way towards your table.

"Excuse me," Chuuya firmly grasped the man's arm, the very arm that held onto you, as he whispered audibly for the man to hear. "Harassing a defenseless and innocent lady is not behavior befitting a gentleman, particularly if you wish to avoid any unpleasant consequences."

"What the hell?" The man turned to face Chuuya, bewildered by his sudden intervention. "Get lost! You have no business here!"

"Now, now, tough guy. I have no tolerance for troublemakers who possess the audacity to cause harm others," Chuuya tightened his grip on the man's arm, issuing a warning.

"If you refuse to release her and stop bothering the lady over there, I will not hesitate to break your arm." He paused, intensifying the pressure on the man's arm. "...in an instant."

Frustrated, the man clicked his tongue and reluctantly released you. "Fine, I'll leave."

As the man retreated, nursing his sore arm, Chuuya shifted his attention towards you, noticing the relief evident in your expression.

"Are you alright, miss?" he inquired, his gaze meeting yours, accompanied by a gentle smile and a sense of gratitude.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you for coming to my aid," you responded, returning his smile.

"By any chance, do you know that guy? Who was he?"

"He was actually a former colleague of mine after he was terminated for disrespecting one of our clients while attempting to pursue their daughter." You responded in a monotone and disdainful manner, stating that he was subsequently blacklisted by your company and others. "He later placed blame on me for able to secure employment, which resulted in the situation you just witnessed and handled."

Chuuya listened to your account with a sigh. "What a *sshole! It seems he is facing the consequences he deserves."

"By the way, I haven't properly introduced myself," you said, realizing your oversight. Standing up, you continued, "My name is (Y/n) (L/n). It's a pleasure to meet you, and I sincerely thank you for your assistance."

"I'm Chuuya. Chuuya Nakahara," he introduced himself with a smile. "Don't mention it; I'm just glad you're alright. Say, (Y/n), why not join me for a glass of wine? Perhaps some tequila? It's my treat to brighten up your evening."

"Well, surprise me. Judging by your expertise, I'm sure you'll choose something delightful," you replied, smiling at his offer.

He smirked and called the barista, placing an order for his favorite wine to share with you. As the night progressed, the two of you engaged in conversation, and before long, a friendship blossomed into a romantic relationship. Every night, you would meet at the bar, becoming drinking buddies and enjoying each other's company.

#bsd #chuuya x reader fluff #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya nakahara #chuuya fluff #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs #chuuya x reader #bsd x reader

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amelia201 · 2 years ago

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The Death of the Moth

Chuuya really likes moths. For no reason. He thinks they are very neat, and he never kills them if they fly into his apartment, just gently nudged them out towards the open door or window.

The way they are kinda ugly if you look at them long enough just makes Chuuya smile.

He likes things like that in general, that conceal their beauty in their repelling nature, in the duality of being both appalling and gorgeous.

The way they always fly to the light, no matter how deadly, doesn’t strike Chuuya as stupid. Actually, he finds it poetic.

Many long nights, when insomnia was his only company, Chuuya spent reading non his phone, or watching something, getting annoyed at a few moths that flew inside his room and towards the screen.

It was the only source of light in the dark room, so of course they did. After a while, he began to consider it adorable.

What makes it a bit more difficult is that Osamu doesn’t like them at all. Hates the little insects, for no real reason. When Dazai once again kicked the door open back into his life and heart, Chuuya expected anything, but the fact that Osamu would hunt down “Chibi’s little friends” in an attempt to kill them. He said he didn’t like bugs in his flat, which sounded hilarious, considering he just stayed over one night and never left, somehow getting the impression that he now lived with Chuuya.

Not that Nakahara really did anything to stop him. He enjoyed having the long bean poke around him, waking up next to his lanky frame, and watch him be at peace for the few precious moments in the morning.

But he had to find a way to become friends with Chuuya’s moths.

Nakahara always got mad at him for killing them, he couldn’t understand it.

“Why can’t you just let them be!? They aren’t hurting you!»

Not expecting such a reaction, Dazai put the magazine down which he was using a weapon, and looked at Chuuya in a strange way.

They’re bugs, Chuuya. They’re tiny and annoying, and they fly to my phone and my face.”

“I find them pretty. And you can’t kill something living just because you find them annoying!”

Dazai was about to argue more, but the expression of Chuuya’s face was so dreadfully sad that Dazai grew worried it was about something more than little insects for him.

Nakahara didn’t really know himself what it was about. They were helpless, tiny little creatures, not exactly hated, but smashed at the earliest inconvenience. There was something about the cruelty of it that made his stomach turn, even though those were just moths.

He wasn’t insane. There was no chance he’d cry over a dead moth as he went to bed, or be upset at Dazai for killing them for longer than a few hours. So why was he getting so heated now?

Dazai, don’t kill them anymore.” Chuuya looked down, coming closer to Dazai, and taking his hand still looking away.

“Why?”

“Because I like them and I’m asking you not to, ‘Samu. Please.»

Somewhat stupefied from how sincere and sad Chuuya sounded, he just gripped the hand oh hit dear hatrack tighter and nodded.

“Alright. Alight, Chuuya, I won’t. Don’t be upset, alight?”

Instead of an answer, Nakahara just pressed his face into Dazai’s chest, hugging him.

That night, Chuuya had a dream, of a house somewhere really far away. Cicadas were singing throughout the hot July, somewhere in the darkness as his parents and him were sitting on the porch, enjoying the quiet night.

Bright lanterns illuminated the wooden construction, no real fire in them, only electricity, and the little insects flying around them, drawn to the light.

Moths, too, big and beautiful, and his little young self feeling happy. Safe.

Chuuya looked at the faces of the people he thought were his parents, but they disappeared like smoke. Seconds later, he woke up, somewhat jolted awake.

He was in his bed, with Osamu next to him, leaning against the bedrest and reading something on his phone, waving his hand at a moth that flew right to it.

“Sorry, Chibi, did I wake you?”

It was still odd to hear Dazai be this kind to him, and in the remnants of his slumber, Chuuya just gazed at his quizzically.

“You said not to kill them, but they are mightily annoying. I smashed my hand on the wall trying to have them leave me alone.”

Nakahara wasn’t sure what the feeling that he felt in that moment was. All he did was instantly crawl closer to Dazai, wrap his hands around him and gently kiss his cheek.

The gesture didn’t come as a surprise, but Dazai already surmised something with up with his partner.

“You alright, Chuuya?”

“I just had a dream…»

Oh…” Dazai’s voice dropped a few octaves to sound lusty. “What kind of a dream?”

The response was aight punch to his side.

“Not THAT kind of a dream, idiot. Just… I think it was a memory. From before…”

Chuuya didn’t finish. He didn’t want to talk about it, and out of all people in the world, Dazai would most certainly understand that sentiment. He never had to try and be something that he wasn’t with Osamu, not anymore, and lying in bed being held by him after an odd dream was a sufficient show of trust.

“Chibi, your moths…”

Thank you. Thank you for letting them be. I’d really hate to see them dead.”

#soukoku #bsd #bungou stray dogs #soukoku headcanons

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madraleen · 11 months ago

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Bungo Stray Dogs - Kafka Asagiri/Sango Harukawa Volume 1: An Introductory Commentary Or: The One Where I Slowly Lose My Mind Over Dazai's Character Design (*anime spoilers)

-going into the manga and having glimpsed at a few panels here and there, i have two questions re: the characters: 1) will i even recognize them visually??? 2) will we get along, manga babies? i wonder. (*my affection for an anime doesn't automatically transfer to the manga and vice versa. they work as separate entities)

-"my name is atsushi, and certain circumstances have left me at death's door." i laughed.

-still on atsushi, he's very compelling. even if i didn't know him, it's one of those manga openings that would make me pay attention.

-yeah no, i would absolutely not recognize dazai if it weren't for his clothes. how is he so different in the anime? this will be interesting.

-ah, yes, "you stupid oaf." kunikida's love language

-oh thank god, the translation keeps the honorifics.

-you just want to pet atsushi's little head, he's so baby

-the fact that atsushi tries to CRAWL out of the teahouse (or walk in all fours if you will, like oh i don't know, a tiger)

-don't point at people, dazai, you're scary as it is

-no, seriously though, how did we get from manga dazai to anime dazai design-wise? like, kunikida and atsushi ARE kunikida and atsushi. dazai is not.

-atsushi just trauma dumping right and left. i love him.

-dazai: "i find no joy in embracing other men." also dazai in dead apple: "here, chuuya, rest on my crotch will i hold your head protectively."

-i'm only on ch1, but i don't find manga dazai having the charm of anime dazai, which is SO INTERESTING TO ME! i love it when the anime and the manga are basically the same but basically different! i wonder, would i even like him if i'd read the manga first?? will i grow to like him?? SO MANY QUESTIONS, i love it.

-atsushi is adorable. he's the most expressive, that's why i like him.

-"you sorry waste of good bandages." yes yes, kunikida's love language

-"i am lying, but..." ehe. mamoru miyano's delivery of "uso da kedo" is one of my favorite line deliveries ever, and this transfers in the manga 'cause i am reading in the cast's voices

-AHAHA tanizaki in his bomber era! give the man an oscar, smh

-ah, there's that dazai grin :D

-i know why dazai confuses me. because his face is drawn with noticeably less details than most of the other faces. or maybe it's just his hair? it could be just his hair that's not textured, actually. huh? is it that?!

-atsushi covering the bomb with his body actually surprised dazai and anything that surprises dazai gets brownie points, good job jinko.

-I'LL JUST SAY IT, dazai isn't drawn very consistently. those neck bandages keep coming and going, to begin with. there. i said it. blasphemy.

-atsushi is adorable, i want to pinch his lil cheeks. it's alright, bb, these will become your people, they're not as scary as they seem

-AKUTAGAWAAA

-IS dazai so different from the anime or am i confused by the black hair? 'cause the more i read, the more i go, "oh yeah, that's dazai." am i getting used to the design or is it just the black hair, i don't understand. either way, i’ve reached "i want to protect dazai from everything that hurts him including from himself (mainly from himself), but also, i want to slap him around like kunikida does" territory, which is a fair dazai assessment i think

-i find it incredibly cool that higuchi ties up her hair before she starts to fight. incredibly cool.

-oh, the butts-up pose is an anime thing?

-tanizaki, in training for murder since volume 1. with his bare hands no less.

-yeah, i don't know how it'll go in the manga, but in the anime akutagawa coughed A LOT in the beginning, and then he just stopped.

-the angles on akutagawa's panels, they make him look so deranged :D

-akutagawa's face is fascinating

-akutagawa: a feral mafia dog. a ruthless killer. a merciless predator akutagawa with dazai: a kitten.

-where do these people live though, the ada people? do they all live in agency dorms, do they have apartments somewhere? i need to know.

-is "man-tiger" jinko? anime's "were-tiger"? yeah.

-oh! postscript from the characters! ah! fun! PLEASE LET IT CONTINUE

-BANDAGED DAZAI LIKE A HALF-BAKED MUMMY! ATSUSHI OMG

#bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs manga #manga commentary

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chuyua · 7 months ago

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“ unlike you and your shitty job, i get to actually rest. ” and then he stared at his ex - partner as if he'd uttered something indiscriminately moronic, expression dead — slack jaw, eyes glowering at him as if he had the urge to lobotomize him with his favorite dagger. chuuya was never a particularly violent person by nature, not by a sadistic means, but dazai had a spectacular knack for pushing his buttons, and then ripping them off bit by bit until his sanity was practically nonexistent. “ open up to you ? ” tone filled with incredulity, disbelief staining his features as he scoffed, placing the opener down and instead leaning over the counter, shoulders heightened and arms locked under his weight. “ this isn't a bondin' session, asshole. i'm not tryin'a confess my thoughts and write them down in glitter ink or whatever the fuck you're proposing, dazai. ” open up ? ridiculous. he figured he'd just laugh at him, poke fun at the situation. and if chuuya were any better with detaching his feelings, he'd agree that'd it was foolish of himself.

attention flickered to the unopened bottle already waiting for him on the island, and he snatched it lazily, effortlessly forcing the cork out without the opener. he'd forgone the glass, and sure as hell wasn't planning on sharing. taking a sip, he walked back towards the living room, bumping into the table and mini sofa on the way, countenance in an ever - resting state of bitterness and half - worn snarls. “ y'lucky i don't have the fuckin' energy to kick you out. ” free hand sprung out to aggressively slap his legs off the end of the couch and promptly sat in the empty space, sinking in. the wine bottle rested over his lap, digits wrapped around the neck of it rather securely. he'd finish a bottle already and still hardly felt the effects. eyes shut, a drawn - out exhale leaving his lungs as if he'd been needing to do that all day. “ the woman i was seein' ... not seein' her anymore. ” was all he said in regard to the situation, eyes peeking open to steal a glance his way. “ happy ? ”

it should have been widely noted, that if there was somewhere dazai wanted to be, he would always find a way inside. he'd always taken quite a shine to chuuya's apartment, thought that it really brought out his inner . . . tortured artist, but some improvements could always be made — such as moving all of his furniture four inches to the left, which made even dazai feel unbalanced, and rearranging his ornaments from one room to another as he anticipated chuuya's imminent arrival, ending up sprawled on his sofa. his ex - partner's initial lack of a reaction was completely dissatisfying, and made the entire affair feel like a waste of time. though dazai was persistent as ever, and resorted to asking the same wretched question over the music he assumed had been put on in an attempt to drown him out. again, and again, and again, and again, and again. until finally, he got the reaction he'd craved, the anger he'd nurtured a live wire for him to walk across.

in wake of the force that chuuya had sprung from the sofa with, the pillow he'd been leaning on fell atop dazai's face, he pushed it off and in the process rose up to sit back on his elbows, sinking into the sofa but nonetheless peeking over the top of it to watch the little firecracker in the kitchen, wickedly satisfied smile upturning the corners of his lips where he couldn't see, but evident in his tone, drawn out and spirited. “ woah, watch where you point that thing, you could take out an eye. ” he was too far for it to be of any real concern. “ don't you? ” dazai challenged to his later question, shifting further to slump half of his upper - body cross the back of the sofa, arms dangling. “ i guess i have always been the better leader, my underlings don't need their hands held. ” not strictly true, if his fifteen messages from atsushi were anything to go by. the job he'd passed over wasn't at all difficult, but dazai's directions maybe left something to be desired — eh, he'd figure it out. “ then, are you going to open up to me, chuuya? want me to guess? i'm good at guessing. ”

#osaumu #𝒗. ‹ main › ‚ for the tainted sorrow.#not him bumping into the furniture but not getting why LMFAOOOO

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no-brain-just-akutagawa · 2 years ago

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A quick analysis of the new official artwork

Who would've expected haha Time for my first analysis of this year! As always, more underneath the cut ^^

To begin with, Fyodor and Dazai look beautiful here. I’m especially enchanted by Fyodor, because as far as I’m concerned it’s the first time we’ve seen him in colour while he’s wearing his usual outfit, but not his hat and he looks absolutely stunning. I’ve been wishing for a depiction like this and my wishes have been heard. He looks so comfy, I’m jealous. This time his shirt is also a turtleneck and now I have a theory that the shirt is for spring/summer and the turtleneck is for autumn/winter. Dazai of course looks beautiful as well, and I always appreciate it when Harukawa draws his shirt with details such as buttons.

My next observation is concering the screens. They’re obviously meant to represent the prison screens and who’s on whose side. On Fyodor’s side we have Nikolai who has this cheeky smile on his face that reminds me of that time when he asked Fyodor if he already had a plan, but it’s also a very typical facial expression for him, so I wouldn’t pay too much attention to that. Underneath we have Chuuya who has this eyes averted and I think it’s partially because he’s a vampire and partially because he’s not actually on Fyodor’s side. On Dazai’s side we have only one person and that’s Sigma who’s not having the best time.

For the 3 remaining screens I want to start with the 2 on Dazai’s side, because the top one shows a room being targeted and it’s most likely the drowning room as I like to call it (the room where Chuuya and Fyodor are currently drowning) and the bottom one is broken. Now, the broken screen could symbolize many things such as Chuuya leaving his side, but personally I think it’s meant to symbolize Oda who was Dazai’s biggest ally and is now dead therefore he cannot physically impact the outcome any further and can’t switch sides. Both Sigma and Chuuya have switched sides (whether willingly is not important right now), so a broken screen representing Chuuya would mean he can’t come back to Dazai side, but that’s still possible.

I find Fyodor’s top screen more intriguing, because it looks as if it was hacked. It displays the letter R (which may stands for Rats, but also for something entirely different), has 3 stripes (and we have 3 doa members present in Meursault now) and blue and yellow colours, which were probably chosen for the aesthetic purposes, but thise are also the colours of the Ukrainian flag and Nikolai is Ukrainian, so it could be a possible reference if Nikolai plays a really big role in this arc. There’s also one more think I’d like to mention and it’s the black markings on the screen. The top one definitely reminds me of an eye, which is a nice symbol for being observed and the 4 of them are being recorded on CCTV. There’s a possibility of someone who we haven’t met watching them as well. Unfortunately the rest of shapes don’t remind me of anything, but if anyone has any ideas what they could symbolize, I’d love to read them!

Another interesting thing is the yellow line, and it’s a really short point of mine, because it simply reminds me of blood and cutting throat, because of the way it’s drawn and positioned. It runes from one side to the other, connecting the two sides and it’s located directed over Fyodor’s and Dazai’s throats. It could be a strong of fate too, but as we know I always think of the most morbid possibilities first haha

Next thing I’d like to mention are the black creatures in the background. Personally I have 2 theories. The first one is that they’re butterflies, which symbolize rebirth and in the context of bsd being save from death’s door. Them being present could suggest Fyodor and Chuuya surving the drowning room even if that seems impossible, escaping the certain death. My other idea is that they’re moths and moths are known as creatures of the night, so it would fit this eerie picture. Also if butterflies symbolize life, moths could be used as a symbolism of death, and I find this implication interesting since in bsd’s context it could mean a sudden death when someone seems safe. In this case, my bet would be Sigma dying in this arc despite not being a target. But who knows.

Now, let’s look at the bottom of the picture where there are hands reaching out to the two characters. I find it a bit ironic, because both Dazai and Fyodor are known for using their abilities through hands, but not necessarily in a good way. Dazai’s ability nullifies other abilities and Fyodor can kill through touch, so they’re not really people one would want to touch. I wonder if those gestures appeared in the manga beforehand, but I’d have to make an extensive research to try and figure this out, because it first glance they don’t remind me of any particular scenes.

Lastly, there’s the tree in the background that seems like it was taken out of the horror movie. The branches, the tied strings, it all created a spooky vibe, and with the context of the yellow line, I’d also add that it could be a hanging tree.

In conclusion

This is without a doubt one of my favourite official artworks. It looks quite scary for the standards of bsd and it makes it even better. I love how characters are positioned, that Dazai, Nikolai and Sigma look directly at the viewer, and Fyodor looks somewhere else (something very characteristic for him to always be scheming), it created a nice effect and will look gorgeous in print. It has this feeling of symmetry, while also not being perfectly symetrical and that’s something that always brings me joy. Oh, and I also aboslutely adore the colours used here, I nearly forgot to add that haha

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