#and yet again: i have no idea what's going on in bsd anymore

[cabbage20122]

Something that I can't stop thinking about is a reincarnation au/modern au but with the entire world. It's a normal setting, but remembering your past life is like a part of puberty/early adulthood (because I want them to have a happy childhood) and it could work for any fandom, crossovers, or original stories.

You could have a normal accountant realize that they were a hero with magic powers, or someone remembering they were a famous athlete who died young and treating their new life as a retirement where they use the skills they learned before to become a coach, or maybe their life was more like a sitcom and they go on a journey to find all their old friends. And what about the villains? I want to see a preschool teacher worrying about if their boss will fire them if they find out they were in the mafia. Are there anti-discrimiation laws for equal employment regardless of past life occupations? The world building intrigues me.

I like to imagine a support group at the YMCA for people who used to be supervillains. The main character got separated from their family at a young age in their past life and assume they died young, and the mc believes this too until they remember, but they haven't told their family yet. Turns out, their sibling was a superhero and is volunteering at the YMCA to talk to the former villain support group, and the mc has to try to hide from their sibling. You could make these original characters, or even find a way to combine two worlds together, like those crossovers that make bsd Yokohama part of mha Japan so Chuuya could be the former villain and Uraraka could be the superhero sister.

There could also be a support group for former heroes, and maybe someone disagrees with the way one person handled fighting their villains. So they turn to the person next to them and ask how they handled their enemies, except they just say "decapitation" with a straight face and no context because it's Tomioka Giyuu from demon slayer.

What about couples that don't want to get married again in their second life? How do their children get reincarnated if they were never born, do babies just randomly appear at the hospital from magic? Are their parents/parental figures magically alerted? I want them to have a happy childhood, so somehow children with abusive parents need to be put in someone else's custody, but how would they know? (What if a parental figure was magically alerted to come pick up a baby before they remembered their past life? That would be such a mess 😂)

There are so many ways this world is affected by this. Imagine getting through years of college with multiple PhDs and they don't transfer to a new life so now you have to do it again? What if math and physics are slightly different from your previous world? Are there cultural places like Chinatown for countries that don't exist in this world, where people try to remember their music and recreate dishes with ingredients that don't exist here? How does this affect friendships formed before remembering, if some people lived fantastical, dangerous lives and their friends who lived fairly average lives don't know how to relate to them anymore?

I want to write a million stories for this world, but I honestly have no idea where to even begin.

[elibean]

it's pretty rare for anime to catch up to manga nowadays, but there's something funny about bones having done it twice now, some 20 years later

[xiaosonlybeloved]

Too Late~ Dazai Osamu

featuring:- PM!Dazai Osamu, gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned), Chuuya (briefly) warnings:- angst, hurt/no comfort, being hostage, mentions of torture in captivity, graphic mentions of blood and violence, major character death, lmk if i missed anything a/n:- im already sighing on looking at the warnings... it IS bsd i suppose.. well here's what im best at again, in a new fandom, so have some angst that is VERY late set some time before Odasaku's death

wc:- 2.5k || masterlist

Not many people knew what it was like to have known Dazai before he joined the Port Mafia. To be one of the few people who had been trusted by him. Keyword being ‘had’- for some, some unfathomable reason, he’d drifted away, leaving you behind, alone. Making you wonder if for some reason he wanted nothing to do with you anymore.

It hurt. It hurt that you could lose him so easily, despite having been with him throughout the years, making sure he knew that you would always be there for him, silently tending to him after yet another attempt. It hurt because you had no idea what you did wrong to push him away. It hurt because he didn’t care anymore, for you, for them, for your shared childhood. 

A fool could have probably known that you shouldn’t have gotten so close to the brunette, that he leaves nothing but a trail of suffering and sorrow in the wake of the people who dared to care for him. You, however, argued that he wasn’t like this before. At all. Again, a fool’s excuse.

Perhaps the Port Mafia had changed him, so much more than it changed you. Because now, he was completely unrecognisable, almost like he was a different person altogether. And you can’t help but dully wonder where the man you once knew almost inside out went, the man who once did his best to stay with you no matter what, when he abandoned you yet again during a joint mission ordered by Mori, citing some logical reasons of why it was better for you to not be with him during a mission. (Like always.) Not even bothering to get your opinion or response, something he never did before joining the Mafia.

You watch silently as the brunette slowly disappears into the horizon, leaving you behind. Again.

That night, as you return to your apartment alone once again, (Bittersweet memories surface in your mind- young Dazai cheerily walking you back home, laughing.), you get the distinct feeling that something is off. You are a mafioso after all, you need to have a keen sense for danger to be alive in this industry. You’re instantly on high alert, even though you look calm as always, with your hands in your coat pockets, ready to pull out your knives in a moment. But you still can’t sense anyone following you. Just to be sure, you take a detour home. 

You take a deep breath at the threshold of your door, relieved to be back here. That sense of danger wasn’t as prominent anymore, and you were dying to get some sleep in an attempt to get a certain brunette out of your mind. You’d deal with whatever the problem was tomorrow- you’d had enough today. You can’t help but smile forlornly as you walk into your dimly lit home-

-And then suddenly you’re falling, falling, into a void of darkness, surrounded by the people you care, by him, hurling words at you that stab you like a thousand knives in a nightmare, and dumbly you realise that you walked right into an ability user’s trap, before the unknown ability takes your consciousness, bringing a silent darkness and pain. 

*********

Mimic. A foreign organisation, a group of extremely skilled soldiers who sought the Port Mafia for unknown reasons. People who are willing to go to extreme lengths to get what they wanted- much like your own boss, really. And the ones who are your captors.

You can’t move, you’ve been chained. You assume that they want someone valuable to the Mafia as a hostage, and apparently you serve the purpose well. And dammit, you’ve been completely disarmed while unconscious, you can’t feel a single weapon on you. You’re alone, too, but there’s definite signs that someone’s been here, multiple times. There’s also an assortment of sharp weapons some distance away from you, and you think its cruel to leave them in your sight but out of reach. There’s no windows or openings either.

Footsteps echo outside the door of the room you’ve been kept in, breaking your survey of the room and your thoughts of escape routes. Two men walk in, dignified. It’s clear that they are war-trained soldiers. One of them stops talking with a grin, as he notices you awake.

**********

They want an individual from the Mafia on orders of their boss. They claim that Mori has been taking too long in making a decision, and they apparently hope their decision to take you captive will either force Mori to choose, or force you to give up the individual’s identity yourself in exchange for your freedom under pressure. But you can’t, won’t do the latter.

Because the individual they want is Oda Sakunosuke, Dazai’s new best friend, and you know damn well that he would utterly despise you if you gave up his identity, if you took away the one who gave him his reason to smile these days. Bitter thoughts cloud your mind, of how he abandoned you completely over some new friends, and you wonder if it would be better to just tell them. But then, your mafia sense kicks in, reasoning that if Mori doesn’t want his identity to be revealed yet, then you're probably as good as dead if you choose for him instead and return alive. (You would later realise that this thinking, too, was planned out by Mori, that bastard.) Your captors let hints slide that they’ll let your absence build up for a while, then let the Mafia know of your being their captive. Hopefully they do something. 

You’ll just have to do your best to get out of those damn bonds by then, or survive till then. This was a very convenient time to wish that Dazai had taught you his little trick on how to unlock handcuffs, you think wistfully.

*********

As it turns out, surviving is an extremely hard thing to do after a few days have passed since Mori was apparently informed about the news of your captivity. Mori still hadn’t responded with his decision. Proof being the various cuts and bruises littering your skin already, a few small bloodstains already on the wall and floor. Not too much. Yet. They were intent on forcing your answer out of you, and clearly wouldn’t mind going to extremes for it.

You did your utmost to not make a single reaction when the knife pierced through your skin again, despite the pain that shot through your body for the umpteenth time. Unfortunately, you were well trained on how to not divulge information in captivity- after all, the Port Mafia really couldn’t risk their insider secrets getting out. 

You were still intent on escaping, on getting out. You still had a flicker of hope in you, that someone would come for you, that he might come for you, despite the past few days proving fruitless. You refused to give up yet. You still believed in him, in them, that you wouldn’t be abandoned so easily by your kin.

‘Such a naive belief’, you would dully think some days later.

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Hope seemed like such a foolish thing now. You had lost track of time in the room without windows. No idea of how many days or weeks had passed. They weren’t coming for you. Of course they weren’t. You weren’t that important anyways, easily replaceable. Casualties happened often, what did it matter if someone died by being taken hostage? You truly attempted to free yourself, many times. You never succeeded, and each time you only received more wounds as punishment. Your captors were merciless, to say the least.

Wounds. That seemed like a small word to use at this point, with how battered and bruised you were. Your clothes were bloodsoaked, and you’d lost count of the number of scars and cuts you’d gained from your captors a long while ago. You could sense they were getting extremely frustrated by the lack of response. You didn’t mind, you didn’t care. You’d even stopped screaming when they cut you particularly deep- you just didn’t have any strength left in you at all. You passed out a few times from extreme blood loss. You could almost hear Mori in your mind, scolding you to get up already. 

Mori. Of course, everything was probably a part of his heartless plans, fully willing to use any number of pawns for their execution.

At this point, you just wanted to be put out of your misery.

Your wish was granted some time- days?- later.

*******

Dazai was initially relieved when you didn’t show up to your next joint mission. He wouldn’t have to ensure your safety and hide his feelings again. But he’d quickly figured out that something was wrong when you didn’t show up again, and again, and you were nowhere to be seen around the Port Mafia buildings either. He’d gathered up the courage to go to your apartment, but had immediately sensed the ability at the entrance and deactivated it. That was what confirmed it for him, and finally, he allowed himself to feel fear for his childhood best friend. For you.

He was well aware that he didn’t deserve to, after how terribly he treated you in an attempt to protect himself from his emotions. His only defence was that he was afraid of hurting you- he knew his reputation well. But that didn’t matter right now- he had to find you. Except not a single person had a clue of your whereabouts. The only person he hadn’t questioned yet was Mori. 

Somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to go beyond the doors of Mori’s office. He was scared. Scared of what he’d find.

Again, that would prove to be one of his biggest mistakes, when Kouyou grimly approached him, having accidentally obtained information about you that she wasn’t even supposed to know in Mori’s office. Kouyou cared for you enough to let Dazai know of your situation.

Dazai felt sick to the core when he saw the single picture attached in the message Kouyou sent him, along with a decision to choose between you and the future-seeing ability user- Odasaku. His heart dropped into his stomach even more when he saw that the last message was a few days ago. What if-?

No. Dazai refused to think of that possibility. He’d track down the source of that picture, he’d hunt them down, make them regret their decision, and he’d get you back. He’d make sure of it. He had too many apologies he owed to you after all, even if they would never make up for all that he’d done. He would.

*******

You were surprised that their boss hadn’t shown up to interrogate you yet. You simply stared hollowly at the walls as the door slammed open and the highest-ranked individual in the facility walked in, knife in hand. 

Not a single piece of information slipped past your mouth, as he went through the routine torture process. 

Time passes, and you can see that he’s grown extremely frustrated with your lack of response. One of the others standing at the door, watching your misery, suggested that he simply kill you and get it over with. It was pointless to keep you around anymore.

‘Finally’ you think darkly. You didn’t think you could hold out for much longer. 

You close your eyes, not wanting to see your killer. Instead, you remember the people you care for, silently apologising to them for giving up. Somewhere, in the background, you hear the distant noises of shouting. Probably some of the other soldiers playing cards or something again.

Despite you willing yourself to not make a sound, a shattering scream tears itself out of your throat when you feel the knife harshly stabbed straight into your heart. Your killer twisted it roughly- another scream, your last- and then pulled the knife out. 

You feel yourself fall forward, double in on yourself, wrists held back to the wall. The agony is excruciating, but hopefully it won’t last long. To you, it feels as if your screams are echoing in the room, or maybe in your mind, and your vision has gone blurry in pain. But then, you realise through your numb haze that your screams do not sound like that- you’ve heard the sound enough.You realize that maybe someone has attacked your captors.

There’s a terrified shout mixed in all the clamor, and its a voice that you would recognise anywhere. ‘But there’s no way’, you think hollowly. No one cared enough to come for you.

Then you feel yourself falling forward suddenly, blood gushing out from your chest, into someone’s familiar arms as your eyes close. The handcuffs are gone. Faintly, you hear a voice- his voice- through the ringing in your ears, saying something unintelligible to you. You can’t understand what's being said, but you struggle to open your eyes one last time to see.

And somehow, Dazai is there, holding you tightly, eyes full of panic and terror, everyone else in the room crushed to the ground. He’s saying something worriedly to someone behind him- Chuuya. You briefly wonder if you’re hallucinating, but decide against it- this all feels too real. This must have been the shouts in the distance.

They came for you. In the end, they came, albeit a bit too late. You feel yourself being lifted, and then Dazai is running out, holding you carefully as if you could break any moment- you’re already broken though. You feel the cool night breeze for the first time in ages, see the beautiful moon again. A small smile rests on your lips as you feel yourself finally fall limp in his arms. ‘He still looks as pretty as before, and maybe, just maybe, he still cares for you’, is what you think.

You shut your eyes again, surrendering yourself to the darkness beyond the agony.

********

Horrified is much too mild a word to use, when he sees your condition. When he sees you being stabbed in front of his eyes, when you fall limp in his arms. The next moments are a panicked blur, Chuuya saying something to take you somewhere, that he’ll handle this place. He runs straight out, towards the Mafia building, towards the doctors, towards the hospital, anywhere, anywhere you can be saved. 

But its already too late, he knows it when you don’t move in his arms anymore, when your bleeding chest doesn’t rise and fall again, and he doesn’t know what else to do apart from screaming in sorrow and fear, because he’s just lost the one person who understood him like no one else, who cared for him like no one else, who he stupidly pushed away, and its all because of him. He falls to his knees, still clutching your lifeless, bleeding body. Your face had a hint of a smile in your last few moments, and that is what finally breaks him. All he can do is cry out apologies continuously, tears freely streaming down his face, for everything he’s done wrong, for how he’s treated you, for being too late to save you.

finallyyy, and as usual, votes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated also lmk if you guys want a happy ending :D

[iridescentdove]

What about a Platonic! BSD x Child! Reader is very smart, like almost Ranpo-level smart, but they don’t use their smarts and intellect for anything at all except for online video games, board games, etc., and they’re lazy and don’t go outside at all. Plus, the first time Reader and Dazai had a game of chess, Dazai literally lost two moves in, and Dazai was rethinking his entire life choices in that moment because how the fu-

(How Dazai and Reader’s game of chess went *REAL* link)

WHY DO I HEAR BOSS MUSIC?

platonic!bsd x child!smart!reader

A/N: I for an odd reason, love it when characters are humbled and seen inferior 😭 I love this request too! Here it is~

Everyone loves you.

I'm so jealous rn /j

Well as a kid it would be expected to be like that! Although, it was a little different as you were ... considered unique to other children around you. How so?

ULTRA DEDUCTION BABY.

No but for real. FUKUZAWA merely took you into the agency since you seemed to have had no parents by your side to take care of you. As such, he took on the responsibility himself. The agency takes care of you now! <3

Anyways, let's say you were basically rivalling RANPO in terms of deduction and overall smartness capabilities, as he now thinks you are a worthy opponent.

But even he himself lost to someone like DAZAI.

Yes. Of course it was true, the suicidal detective just seemed to be way too good. The so-called 'world's best detective' had lost to a man, in which who, flirts with women 24/7 and asks for double suicide everywhere he went.

But to say the day came when brunette's demise lurked around the corner ... because of a chess game.

The agency had nothing important going on in particular as the peace of Yokohama was maintained in the meantime. Simply put, you guys were on vacation. So what else to do other than some old family bonding?

There were lots of activities planned that day, and everyone had enjoyed it to the fullest. You did also find it fun, but ... of course, for someone your age – you were mature as fuck.

And so, you did what everyone wouldn't have the balls to do.

Challenge DAZAI OSAMU himself to a chess match.

So obviously, everyone got a bit nervous. Pretty sure you had no idea how smart the suicidal maniac was, nor did they ever believe you would last a good 'ol round even once. By some experience of a certain detective – there is absolutely no one better than DAZAI himself.

The chess game went on. You looked so cute and innocent! Maybe he should go easy on you?? After all, you're just a kid.

And yet ... he was downright horrified.

In a matter of four turns in, the death-craving young man was absolutely OBLITERATED by you. Upon the match ending, a pin drop silence was heard. Eyes widened in shock, whom even RANPO himself never imagined such. Everyone never spoke, not even coughed for a solid 5 minutes.

But it was true. You DID defeat him. FUKUZAWA had the face of a very proud parent – he really didn't think you'd emerge victory in this small innocent match.

The president promised to treat you out next time a successful mission was in tow. Of course, DAZAI couldn't believe he had lost to you! A little child!

It would definitely take a lot of time for him to wrap his head around that – but once he does, oh boy.

I think you a little crazy there uncle ahaha

He almost literally brags about your existence everyday to anyone. You can't tell me he hasn't literally shoved in and mocked in front of people's faces with that shit eating grin of his oh my fucking God 😭

Then again, no one is safe. An even better gifted than the two greatest treasures of the Armed Detective Agency.

FYODOR better be shaking in his fugly ass boots.

You're coming for him alright. (and so am I)

Honestly, the ADA cannot be anymore proud to have an ally like you by their side. Missions and war would cease to exist from how well you managed to help them. And even moreso, combined with RANPO himself.

World destruction who?? I only know (Y/N) (L/N) 😍

Your existence is known, everyone knows about what you've done and how respected you are despite your young age.

Who tf let the Port Mafia fuck ya'll up?? Oh nevermind they were destroyed because of ur amazing little ass. The Hunting Dogs tryna tear apart the ADA which was mistaken as terrorists? Umh chill anyways so you already had a plan– RANPO doesn't know what to do for once? You're already there to help. Decay of the Angels? Lives up to their name, they're decaying under your superior brain and intellect.

You're just found to be the lifeline of the agency. In return, everyone treats you very well (spoils you even), making sure you lived your days as a child to the best extreme possible.

And to be frank – no one dare underestimate you anymore.

[kyojimi]

My eyes are being mean smh but that won't stop me from writing Coralie BSD au -- "Moo Moo have you seen Karl? Is he with Ranpo? I can't find him anywhere- Oh I'm so worried." Poe said with a panicked voice, Mushitaro knows that Karl, the raccoon means the world to Poe. It's his first-ever friend, the one that gave him company and comfort whenever the author was down or in a terrible state. Usually, Karl ended up with Ranpo but Ranpo always left a note stating that Karl was with him. This time there doesn't appear to be a note in sight, "I'm sure Karl is around here somewhere, alright? We will find him. Give Ranpo a call or message- and stop calling me that ridiculous nickname." He complained, damn that detective for calling him that all of the time, now Poe's picked it up.

The author inhales and then exhales, trying to calm himself. "O-Okay, I'll call him," He turns away from Mushitaro. The cat-shifter hummed, stretching his arms in the air with a yawn, Shifting his attention from Poe's figure, he peered out the window. Surprisingly it's a good day rather than the usual rain that attacks the window, the latest storm was awful. Mushitaro swore that it would've taken out the glass if it had continued on for any longer but Poe replied with 'If that ever happens, I will get them replaced or replace them myself.' This reminds Mushitaro that the author has the ability to design and build. He often forgets that he isn't just an author but an architect too..

After a couple of minutes Poe returns from his phone call. Looking at Mushitaro with a look of defeat, it's clear just by that expression, Karl isn't with Ranpo then. Did the detective even pick up? Surely, when it comes to Ranpo, the male always picks up because he's usually slacking. “What's up?” The cat-shifter asked, leaning against the counter behind him.

“Karl isn't with him. I-I have no idea where he could be, I'm worried, what if he ran away?” Oh no. He could hear the shakiness in the author's voice, Mushitaro was upright in seconds. Pulling the other man into his arms to comfort him. “Hey, we'll find Karl alright? Let's go take a look around the neighbourhood, he's your raccoon, he'll never up and leave you.” He hoped he didn't know much about the raccoon despite living here. He somewhat regrets that he desperately wanted to help with the investigation of the pet’s whereabouts.

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They ended up checking the neighbourhood until the sun began to set, There was no sight of the raccoon anywhere and Mushitaro was losing hope that they'd ever find the pet but every time he opened his mouth to suggest they wait until the next morning or for Ranpo to use ultra deduction to find him. Poe would look at him with teary eyes and whisper if they could keep looking for a couple more minutes. How could Mushitaro deny his partner's request? Before Ranpo, before Mushitaro, the author had no one. He only had Karl to keep him company, to fill the void called loneliness, and despair. He knew how much Karl meant to his partner. Thus, he agreed to keep searching.

No Karl. Their search once again ends up being meaningless, Mushitaro is growing more and more worried by the second as he peers over at the author to check if he's alright. Of course, he wouldn't be alright! His animal is still missing, surely Ranpo would know what to do right? He bites at his nails anxiously. Trying to think of every place that the raccoon could've run off to, yet again he couldn't think of anything.

“He's gone.” Poe spoke up and Mushitaro felt his heart shatter at the quivering tone he heard. “Did Karl not like me anymore?”

The cat-shifter is by Poe's side in an instant, wrapping his arms around the author who collapses in his arms. “Hey, Karl loves you, Never think for a second he didn't, he may have gone on a walk and got a little lost okay? When we find him we'll be more careful with locking the doors maybe?” He suggested.

"You promise? Do you think he'd come back?" Poe asked, Mushitaro didn't know whether or not the raccoon would come back but he didn't have the heart to voice that towards the other. "Yes, he will come back, I bet he knows where home is off by heart. Karl is a smart animal after all."

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“How many times have I told you to not sneak animals into the base?” The man scolded the other, who pouted in response. “Come on Lippman! Look at how cute it is.” The man, now known as ’Lippman’ sighed with a soft smile appearing on his face. “You can't win me over with your cuteness, no matter how adorable you are.”

Piano pouted, holding the raccoon in his arms as if it were a baby. It's clear the man didn't know how to hold an animal properly which may be why the man isn't allowed a pet. “This is unfair, I want a pet to take care of, I promise to do good.”

Lippman raised an eyebrow, “You already have Albatross for that why need another one?”

Okay that's pretty funny. If he laughed Tross wouldn't somehow find out and come for his soul right? You never know with short bird's like him, vulture's even. They could be watching you every second, spying like hawks that wait for the perfect moment to strike. "I suppose you are correct but I want a real animal too."

The actor shook his head. “No and that is final Piano, you have a container of spiders in your room. Those are your pets that you allow to roam the house for whatever reason. I swear if I see another creepy crawly in my studio I'm slaughtering it.” The beautiful male complained, patting Piano on the shoulder before giving him a light shove towards the door. “Now go let that poor animal go, it's wild and probably has a home elsewhere.“

The piano-themed man huffed but doesn't disobey the orders he is given. He's the leader! Why the heck is he the one getting ordered around? He pouted and placed the raccoon on the door step outside of the house. “I'm sorry little fella but you cannot stay here, I know that Trossy may have agreed with me. Ice man may have reluctantly, Doc would've just tried to dissect you, it wouldn't be pretty either. Lippman is a big meanie!” He huffed, crossing his arms but couldn't help the smile that spreads across his face as the raccoon nudges his leg. Looking at him with those big, wide eyes filled with curiosity. “Bye, Bye little guy.”

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Time continues to tick over and over. Mushitaro is the only one awake in the mansion at this moment, Poe had fallen asleep leaning against the front door but Mushitaro moved him to a more comfortable place such as the sofa. There is no way that he'd be able to get the much taller man to the bedroom. So the sofa will work for now.

Ranpo isn't coming home tonight either as he's being held up from work, he's a little worried about that but he knows to put his trust in the detective. He's smart, he knows how to get himself out of trouble if need be.

Now, the cat-shifter is still awake for one reason and one reason only. Waiting for Karl to come home, he still had a shimmer of hope that the animal will return. He didn't want to wake up the next day having to tell Poe that he didn't come home. His heart won't be able to take that pain and you know what?

Mushitaro is grateful he stayed awake because if he was asleep he wouldn't have heard the soft pitter patter of footsteps. The sudden paw that clenches onto his leg, “Huh?” He shook his head with a yawn. Looking downwards, half awake. His eyes land on the fuzzy raccoon, his heart racing in his chest– in seconds the raccoon is scooped up and settled down on his lap. “You really did come back home. Poe's been worried sick, so have I been, even Ranpo! You can't just run off like that alright?” He lightly scolded the animal, Karl purred and curled up on his lap in response. Seeming to be just as tired as he is.

He supposed he could get some shut eye now that the situation is solved now.

[wasteofbandagesxx]

Bsd x reader

Hunting dogs in a nutshell part 4

"God he smells." Y/n and the other boys were fanning the room, the smell was revolting. Despite Fukuchi being in his office it still lingers. "Maybe we should get him a diaper." Y/n scoffed. "Good idea, his smell is messing with my nose and it's revolting." Jouno said. "Tell me about it."

"Where's Tecchou?" They noticed that Tecchou wasn't with them anymore, "He must've ran off somewhere." Jouno said. "We should look for him now. The smell is finally gone."

Y/n and Jouno looked everywhere, but not the training room. At least not yet. "I'm guessing he's working out again." Jouno spoke. He slouched in exhaustion because of how tired he is. "So let's go to the training room, c'mon." Y/n dragged him by the wrist, and they make their way to the training room. All of a sudden, a little girl jumps right in front of them.

"Ah Jesus!!" "Sorry y/n, there are people in the room with Fukuchi and I don't trust them. Do you mind being with him?" Teruko asked. "Ummm sure, but is he done shitting himself?" Jouno asked, Teruko nodded in response and ran off. "Welp, let's go."

........

Fukuchi was having a conversation with these 2 men, he was feeling strange during the time. Y/n and Jouno were standing right by his desk, watching everything closely. "So, Mr. Fukuchi...what should we do?..." the 1st man asked and waited for a response. Fukuchi lifted his head up as it was slightly tilted down, and stared at the 2 men. He opened his mouth, like he was going to say something. "He is about to say something!" The 2nd man said. 5 seconds passed, nothing came out of the leaders mouth yet.

".... BLEEGH!" Fukuchi threw up all over the desk and onto the floor. Everyone stared at him in disgust and Jouno felt like he was gonna vomit. "Dear God, this is disgusting." He choked out.

"Sir, you need to stop drinking so much!"

"Yeesh Y/n, you get more and more annoying every day." Fukuchi scoffed as he cleaned up his mess. "Screw this, let's just keep looking for Tecchou." Y/n grabbed Jouno by the arm and dragged him out of the room. Once they got to the training room, they opened the door, only to see Tecchou working out. The stench of sweat made it way to Jouno's nose, making it scrunch. "This is revolting, that's it-" "Jouno no!-"

Tecchou was too busy to pay attention to what was going on as he was doing push ups, he doesn't even notice Jouno running towards him. Jouno jumped into the air and landed on Tecchou's back, causing a loud cracking sound.

'CRACK'

Jouno: "...."

Tecchou: "...."

Y/n: "....JOUNO WHAT THE FU-"

To be continued ->

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Jest of the Dark Angel part 9|| Noir au

Hello there, time for another. Today I written three chapters so this might tell me my ideas are coming back. So, I'm adding another chapter to this series. This drabble series along with the Noir au belongs to my friend @demon-blood-youths so if you wish to read the other parts, you can check it out from the links below. :3

||Chapters so far||

Jest of the dark angle ((Parts 1-8))

((Your reading chapter nine))

||Drabble Summary||

Meanwhile in another location, it seems the mysterious male was having a small meeting regarding of what is going on. Hearing that Port mafia and this other organization the lovely horrors working together, he has some of his followers unsure of his reaction. Though, what was his reaction towards this? And what of the few that was working together? Read to find out.

||Warning for Drabble||

~Might have kissing seen later in the drabble

~Gangster/mafia/and god father type gangs is present in this

~Dark themed is will be spoken and seen in this drabble

~Alcohol is present in this drabble

((Guests in this drabble))

Matt Knack along with his fraction the Lovely Horrors belong to my friend @lovelyxhorrors ((a side blog that is run and owned by @demon-blood-youths ))

Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Gin Akutagawa, Jun'ichirō Tanizaki, and others is from the anime series BSD (Bakugo stray dogs) a canon muse that I rp as.

((Note: Their will be grammar mistakes and errors in this drabble. It was written for fun so please understand. Thanks for that and hope you like.))

Somewhere in a hidden room or office, their was a meeting going on with some nervous members that was the higher ups of the known companies or main heads.

Each member was nervous seeing the same mysterious male looking out from his office window. Seeing the town of yokohoma. Seems many things were moving smoothly but he was told about much.

"So..." He blew out some smoke from his cigar but held it in between his fingers. "Your telling me what happened now? Some of your members were taken?"

"..Y..Yes sir. I know we told you about this but it's only due to this new mafia gang the Lovely horrors. We had no idea they were dangerous but they killed a few of them from what we know." the head of the Thunder Triad said seeing the others quiet.

"We are unsure of what they do but we also got word that some were or have gone missing too." the head of the Jaguar Cartel said as well with his hat off resting on his lap. He was nervous speaking to this man but tries to keep himself in line.

"......."

"It's the same for my company. I got word that even Port mafia is looking into the missing girls and clubs being taken down too." head of the Anansi Company states.

"And us too..." The Fiore family head said too. "We know you have everything under control but our clubs, companies, businesses and members are getting worried of what is happening. We just wanna confirm if we are going to be safe here."

The men said nothing looking at him only to see the man take another puff from his cigar and blows out the smoke. He looks at the window still before turning to the gentlemen in his office.

"Gentlemen, Gentlemen. I told you before their is nothing to worry about. I given word that everything is under control. Your business, work, products and other things are good. They are still going on as stated with nothing stopping them by order." he said.

"But you said that and yet some of our members were taken under our noses. We just found this out later on yesterday before we were told. We don't want to lose anymore members here." The head of the Fiore family said.

"Trust me, you won't. It's just a minor set back here." he said only to sit down again to hold his cigar. "Besides, I already got some plan to deal with it." he said.

"I still want to have my end of the deal though. I still am looking out for more cuties to join my company here. You guys said you had some of your people looking for me don't ya?" he asked as the men tense.

"W..we do sir. We are still looking for more to bring to you. Don't worry, we have not forgotten." The head of the Jaguar said seeing the male smile happy to hear that.

"Good good. I want the best babes you know? Cute pretty ones. I wanna have the cutest ones here under my order. You guys can do that for me can you?" he saw some slowly nod but remains quiet before he checks the time. Even one of his followers going over to whisper something in his ear. Hearing this, he looks before checking his watch.

"You guys can go. This meeting is done and again, don't worry so much. Everything is under control.." With a wave of his hand, the heads leave the room. When all of them were out and from ear shot he looks to the other to sigh.

"So how are we doing with organs and bodies?" he said.

"Everything is still good. We got more girls here but they didn't seem to your taste so they were taken care of right away. Though, their organs will be good to sell later tonight." he said seeing the man sigh.

"And the ones that tried to get out?"

"Taken care of sir."

"Good. I already have the assassin out and about and ready for tonight. Be sure you give him his new list of targets hmm?" he said seeing the male nod.

"Of course sir.."

~~~~~~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~~~~~

By order of Mori, it seems the ones working with some certain people in his mafia, they were to help them as much as needed. Even living with them was another choice if requested. He has this feeling their was more to this even with the leaders or main heads of the Thunder Triad, Jaguar Cartel, Anansi Company, and the Fiore Family would do now.

Thanks to some information, it seems they got some leads and clues regarding the mysterious male that wore a bowl hat, holding a cane with a trench coat. He was uptown so maybe of the higher top classes that was filthy rich.

So we shall go to the buildings seeing that it was true. Sid was not expecting Chuya to be at her door step but he was given a letter to give to her like the others who would help them out during this time.

The letter said the following:

Dear (Who they were teamed up with),

For the deal set working with the lovely horrors, (Person's name here) will live with you or near by to insure this mission goes smoothly. I Hope that we work together nicely during this time. They will be sure to help out however they can during this or to insure things run smoothly. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to call Mori about this. Here's to a strong partnership.

Mori Ougai (Head leader/CEO and boss of the Port Mafia)

Sid looks to the letter reading it for a moment before looking up, seeing this. She even noticed the bag by his side while he was wearing his usual outfit but adjusting the hat.

"......I know this is unknown for you to see but it's not just me. Everyone that's partnered with you guys is going through this too. I understand if you don't wish for me to-"

"I never said that. Lucky for you I have a spare room for you to have...please come in." Sid moves to allow him inside her home but he saw it was pretty big and fancy like. Seems the Lovely horrors were well known in some way. He walks in but heard Sid close the door.

"Nice place.." he said seeing Sid walk by him but heads to the stairs.

"Thank you. Now please follow me, your room is up here." she said leading him. Though if what he said is true.....

~~~~~Jason's Den~~~~~~

"Wait, your living here with me?" Jason asked seeing Gin once more but she had a bag by her side while looking to him. She was relaxed even ignoring the growls from the 'pups' that Jason growls to make them behave.

"Yes. By Mori's orders. Don't worry, I won't get in the way of anything you do. I'll be sure to help you however I can." she said that Jason thinks a little after reading the letter he was given by her before looking to her. Seeing her dark eyes looking back at his own eyes makes him silent. With a sigh, he only chuckled to look at her.

"If you are that serious then why not? I'll try to be sure the pups here don't scare ya..." he said but Gin looks to him only to slowly stand up. "????" He sees her look at him only to bend over on his desk with one hand resting on it. She reaches to grab the tie he was wearing to pull him close startling the alpha.

"Trust me, pup..I can take care of myself so don't worry. I'll behave myself." she said softly only to let go but sits back down. However, Jason blinks not expecting that to clear his throat.

"Uh huh...ummm...come on, I'll show you to your guest room.." he grumbles standing while leading the way from his office. However, he hid his blush so she didn't see it.

~~~~~~~Charlie's chambers~~~~~~~

"So this is what Matt was talking about hmm? You are going to be living here till then?" Charlie was already showing her roommate guest to his room while seeing Tanizaki setting his bag down to look at her.

"Yeah, I guess he's told your other teammates about it as well. But don't worry, I'll not be in the way. I'm here to help you out as much as I can. You won't even know I was even here." he said even if Charlie crossed her arms over her chest looking at him.

"Right. Well, I'll take your word for it but I can tell you won't get in the way. But your help is appreciated.." she said turning to leave. "I'll let you get settled in." she said walking off as he sighed to look then looks away.

~~~~~At Cobin’s Lab/Residence~~~~~

"I was not expecting him to have you stay here with me. Is that really alright with you, Mr. Cobin?" He blinks hearing her being so formal but he adjusted his glasses to look at Ichiyo.

"Now now, you don't have to be so formal. Cobin is just fine." he said as she was shown her room while staying here with him. It was rare for her to be here but she didn't speak out of line even with being his bodyguard. Not that he minds it or anything. It would be nice to have another friendly face here. Besides his team of course.

"Right s..sorry." she said.

"Well, it's fine. Here, why don't you make yourself feel right at home. I know we will be working together to find what we know so here's to a good partnership." he said seeing her nod.

"R..right!"

~~~~~~~~Shrika's Residence~~~~~~~~

"You know I was not expecting this Willie, seeing some getting help with others. It's something to say the least." Shrika chuckled adjusting a glass of her favorite drink. However, Willie was standing by her while looking out from her own home.

"Well, given the situation Mistress it's something else." he said.

"True true. But so many new faces and new prey too. I am excited just to hunt down this other we are looking for. But I guess we'll have to wait till we get some update won't we?" she chuckled as Willie remains quiet to nod.

"Even so...I'm still excited and can't wait...what a fun hunt this will be."

~~~~~~~~Matt's Residence~~~~~~~~

Ryunosuke couldn't believe this! Why would Mori think of this being a good idea! He knew he was doing his best to work on this but now he had to live with him!? Though, he got word the others were living with someone too. Even Yumeno was staying with Pete or being watched over.

For now, Ryu was setting his bag down after Matt happily invites him inside his nice home. He was pretty rich just like the others said from the other horrors but he was unsure if he was strong enough to stay here without giving into the dangerous drug of Matt Knack.

'Geez, I don't know if I'll be able to do this but..it's a mission so I have to suck it up...I have to..' he thought to himself removing his coat jacket to hang in the closet but he was trying to get use to this. That's when a knock was heard.

"Come in."

The door opens showing the man himself, Matt Knack. He came to him with a smile on his face.

"Hey Ryu! I came wanted to come and check on you. Are you settling in alright?" he asked even if Ryu remains quiet and trying not to blush.

"Ahem, yes I'm alright. I already started putting my clothing away. But are you sure me staying here with you is alright? I don't want to be a bother.."

"Oh nonsense your fine! It's going to be fun having a buddy here besides my team. Though, I'm sure it's going to be fine. We can work together and get this done faster now. I can't wait!" he said smiling even if Ryu sweatdrops.

'Is he always this excited when it comes to things? Huh....that's something.' he thought to himself.

"Though, I'm sure we will work well together even so. So I hope we do well.." Ryu said this looking to the side holding a shirt in his arms. However, as he was putting it away he heard Matt walking closer to him.

"Also, I still wanted to thank you from before. Thanks to your extra information, I been thinking of more ways to thank you. So really, thanks Ryu." he smiled even if Ryu blinks.

"Really, it's nothing. I'm used to this sort of work like the others. You don't have to thank me for it." he said looking at him even if his eyes meets with Matt. His blood red eyes were shiny like rubies but he couldn't say that out loud.

"Oh but I want to. Think of it as us 'hanging out' like the few nights before. Though with you here, we can hang out a lot more than before. Both innocently.." that's when Ryu tenses feeling his hand touching his cheek. "And dirty wise."

"......I......."

"Oh right. I almost forgot. I still wanna thank you later tonight since we are still learning more about this info we got from you guys at the mafia. I hope you also don't mind. I was going to have something cooked for you later or take you out...." he said thinking about it.

"Ummm..I don't mind cooking for you too at times. I can cook something for us if you wish later tonight. Though, even so it still the same." he mutters.

"Oh? Well, either or is fine but I'm sure we will eat out before coming back. But again..that's good to know."

"Though, you make it sound l..like..." As Ryu speaks Matt was close to press him up against the wall but looks at him while he was blushing against.

"W...what?"

"You seriously are adorable like this." he smiled even if Ryunosuke looks to the side flushed pink again. Damn it not again. He even sees Matt hold his cheek to kiss it as Ryunosuke was flushed pink even worse now. His heart was starting to beat hard in his chest feeling Matt's warm lips touching him.

"I told you n..not t..to.."

"I know I know but it's true..but fine, I'll behave. If I can try. It's sorta hard not to when your are so cute and fun to play with." he teased even if Ryu said nothing. "However, I still going to give you something nice tonight as my thanks. I hope you like it." he said giving a kiss to his neck before backing off slowly to leave his room. Ryu said nothing speechless but he was shaking blushing red from what happened.

Even if they were going to be working together and living together, he knew he might not make it through the fight night. Taking a slow breath, he moves from the wall and goes to finish up with putting his clothing away. For now, the groups were in position and waiting orders now. However, who knows how this will turn out.

TBC

[thedamselzelda]

The Izanami Gambit

Featuring: Beast! Dazai Osamu

Summary: Italy had failed to awaken any dreams or hopes within you, but when a certain enigmatic stranger ignited deep, irresistible desires, the idea of shifting your allegiances became tantalizingly unavoidable. How could you not consider a different path when such passion and promise beckoned so enticingly?

word count: 1.6k, fem!reader, reader called Izanami due to ability, mentions reader having violet eyes

~ next part | LBH masterlist | BSD Masterverse

You exhaled harshly, turning another page of your medical book. You were so caught up within your troubled thoughts that you couldn't concentrate on the words before you anymore. How could he do this to you? How could Osamu be so selfish, demanding, and expectant of you to just understand his abrupt decision?

"I promise you; it's not going to be as long as you expect, and it'll help you tremendously with developing your ability. Please, just trust me."

He wouldn't even look up from the scattered papers on his desk as he spoke those words, his voice dismissive. You had pleaded, tears threatening to spill from your eyes - an emotional display you rarely allowed. You didn't want to leave, to be torn from the only place where you truly felt valued and wanted. You didn't want to leave him.

You huffed again, aggressively turning the page, the sharp crinkle of paper eliciting a man’s low chuckle. It was melodic, yet there was an underlying coldness to it no matter how much he attempted to soften the sound.

You shot daggers at the man sitting at the table across from you. His dark eyes slowly opened to meet your piercing gaze.

"Does my frustration amuse you?" You snapped in Italian, before glancing back down at the medical tome, trying to regain your composure.

His voice was laced with his thick Russian accent, "Apologies, moy dorogaya, but I do not speak the native tongue."

You scoffed, irritated that you were having to repeat yourself in a language he understood, "My frustration, does it amuse you?"

The man, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit befitting the climate of Russia rather than the mild Italian heat, rose from his table. He sauntered over to you with a glint of mischief in his eyes, leaning casually against the chair before you. "And if I said that it did?"

You can't help but smile coldly in return, "You must be looking for trouble then."

You gestured to the vacant seat, and he elegantly pulled the chair out to sit before you, invading your personal space with his imposing presence.

"I must ask, what perplexes you so, moy tsvetok? Something so trivial shouldn't overshadow your beauty."

You raised your eyebrow skeptically. This man was really laying it on thick with the flattery. A coy smile crept upon your lips, "I wish it was simply as trivial as a lover's quarrel. However, it is unfortunately something beyond my control."

"Then make it yours to command," he purred, leaning in closer.

You huffed out a laugh, regarding him with amusement, "And who are you to suggest such an audacious feat?"

He looked down, smiling to himself as if savoring an inside joke. "Once again, I owe you my apologies. How rude of me not to introduce myself properly." He extended his hand toward you. "I am Fyodor Dostoevsky."

You gave his offered hand a curious look before meeting his piercing gaze once more. You simply stated your name before letting your eyes fall back to the safety of your book, attempting to disengage.

"Ah, so you're the Port Mafia's Izanami I've heard so much about," Fyodor murmured, his fingers twitching slightly as if beckoning you to place your hand in his. "You shouldn't be afraid to touch me."

"If you know who I am, then you know the reason for my hesitancy," you replied coolly, keeping your distance.

"I also know you are still under the belief that you cannot control it," he countered with an enigmatic smile.

Your eyes snapped back up to the raven-haired stranger, his words giving you pause. You slowly closed your book, intrigued despite your initial reservations.

He laughed lightly, reaching out to slide the tome away from you. "I see I've regained your attention." He frowned at the cover before setting it aside. "I am simply distraught that Dazai believes he can keep you under his control."

You leaned forward unintentionally, captivated by this bold stranger's apparent knowledge of your circumstances. "How do you know Dazai? And me, for that matter?"

Fyodor mirrored your movement, closing the distance between you as he rested his forearms on the table. "We have simply met in passing, and your name fell from his lips like a prayer to God himself." His piercing gaze bore into you. "If I may ask, why do you follow him so devoutly when it seems you are so troubled by his command?"

You narrowed your violet eyes, confused by the seemingly unending bounds of this man's knowledge about you and your relationship with Dazai.

"Moy tsvetok, if you are this blinded by your love for him, then you will never realize your full potential," Fyodor breathed, his words fanning warmly over your lips as he invaded your personal space further.

You found yourself oddly allured by this bold, enigmatic stranger despite your initial misgivings. He had you ensnared in his web of intrigue, or at least, that's what you wanted him to believe you were.

"What would that full potential be then, mio caro?" You reached out, daring to rest your hand atop his in a display of feigned trust.

His other hand swiftly covered yours, his touch firm yet gentle. "Whatever your heart desires. We can do wonderful things together," he promised in a silken tone.

Your lips parted, desire and indecision warring within you. Part of you wanted to immediately reject this stranger's bold advances. Yet here you sat, hand caressing his, your deadly ability somehow held at bay by his overwhelming magnetism.

"What will it be, moy dorogaya?" Fyodor murmured persuasively. "I assure you, you can get everything you want and more. Dazai couldn't even provide you with that. Look where he has cast you aside."

His hand lifted, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face in an intimate gesture. You stared down at your joined hands, considering the implications of his words - the prospect of freedom from the Port Mafia's control, of being truly unshackled to pursue your desires. However, you did... or had loved Osamu. The thought of betraying him caused your heart to seize...

Dazai couldn't help but shout in frustration after reading over a café worker's recount of your interaction with Fyodor. He had already pored over the letter from the villa's mistress, noting her description of you packing your belongings and threatening to not inform Dazai about your departure until a week later.

What were you thinking?

"Honestly, fuckin' forget her. Not like she could get back in here to do anythin'. I've already blacklisted her," Chūya scoffed from across the room.

Dazai looked up sharply from the papers clenched in his white-knuckled grip. "You what?" His voice was low, dangerous.

Chūya stood away from Dazai's desk, leaning casually against the bookcase next to Gin. The young woman jumped as Dazai's fist slammed against the wooden surface with a resounding thud.

"I never asked you to do that," he gritted out, shooting daggers at his second-in-command. Dazai sighed, shaking his head in frustrated acknowledgment - arguing with the hot-headed Chūya would be futile. "Just go. Both of you."

Gin bowed hurriedly before rushing out, not daring to linger with Dazai's temper flaring. Chūya, however, remained defiant despite the order to leave.

Dazai snatched up a cigarette, lighting it and inhaling the acrid smoke with a shuddering breath in a vain attempt to calm his rattled nerves.

"What's so special about Izanami that she's got you like this?" Chūya sneered, stepping over to press his palms against the desk as if to physically assert his dominance.

Dazai's eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and something more complex - an emotion Chūya couldn't quite place. "You wouldn't understand, and for once, I don't mean because of your ignorance."

Chūya tsked dismissively at the barbed insult, pushing away from the desk in a fit of pique. "Just forget the bitch, Dazai. You can't be the boss and worry about—"

"Don't call her that!" Dazai exploded, shoving his chair away from the desk with enough force that it collided against the bookcase behind him with a thunderous crash. "I'm done discussing this with you, Chūya! I will handle this myself!"

Chūya recoiled a step, realizing he had pushed too far. With a curt nod, he bit out, "Whatever you say, boss." Turning on his heel, he stalked out, leaving Dazai alone to grapple with the turmoil of thoughts swirling in his mind.

He grasped onto the maroon silk scarf resting upon his shoulders, rubbing it between his thumb and fingers to sooth himself, to ground himself from the overwhelming thoughts and foreign memories.

Within every potential universe the Book allowed him to glimpse, the outcome remained relatively consistent. Even in realities where Fyodor attempted to sway you, to turn you against the Port Mafia, you had always remained unwavering in your loyalty. Dazai had sent you away temporarily, not because it was a necessary step to help you grow into the full extent of your formidable power, but because it was the script he had to follow, dictated by the Book he had made contact with.

Dazai's eyes raked over the scattered papers once more, his throat tightening as realization struck him like a physical blow. He finally understood what set this current universe apart from all the others - in this existence, you no longer wished to merely survive. You craved the freedom to embrace life on your own terms, unfettered by the Port Mafia's control or his own selfish desire to keep you by his side, a desire fueled by the strong love he harbored for you.

In this world, this façade of a world, you longed to be separate from your ability. You craved to no longer be a notorious bringer of death. 

~ next part | LBH masterlist | BSD Masterverse

Author Chat: One last Happy Birthday to Dazai! I'm posting this last little bit for the day, as I'm currently rewatching BSD. :)

if I forgot to tag anything, please let me know. I hope this little teaser helps with Death Becomes Her a little bit, but it won't reveal everything of course.

Thanks for reading, and repost if you liked it please! <3 DamzelZelda

[wakanai]

What's your biggest regret?

Is there a character from BSD that you hate a lot? 👁️👁️

hehehehe 🤭🤭

My biggest regret is ditching God and prioritizing my popularity and ego back in elementary school (I want to kick my past self as hard as the plinko --- that was honestly so dumb 😭)

Another regret I have is with my friend.

Back in Grade 11, we were in the same class. At the start of school, I was talking to many people and she wasn't talking that much because she didn't know many people there. I was focused on talking to my other friends and I didn't talk to her that much, even though she was right behind me. When I was talking to my other friends, I didn't invite her to join in the conversation. I tried interacting with her a few times by going close to her seat but it got awkward.

Eventually, she made friends in that class and we drifted apart.

I still care for her...but we're not as close anymore. We're still friends though.

I regret not talking to her more and not inviting her to join in conversations with my other friends -- especially during the time when she was quiet.

I realized this mistake a lot later. I regret it a lot.

Another 'regret' that's not really that much of a regret ----- but if I saw my dead loved ones again, I would treat them the BEST way possible. you appreciate someone more when they're already gone. My 'mamu' (person/'nanny' who raised me) died and now that she's gone, we have a new person who takes care of the house. That person can NEVER replace her TT.

The new nanny is so rude to me sometimes and I think that if my Mamu were still alive, such things would never happen. :(

LOL I'm trying not to rant too much about this 😅

For the second question,

I don't have a character in BSD that I hate a lot rn..

Right now, it's more of concepts that I don't like.

I don't like the concept/idea of Dazai going back to the mafia, I don't like the idea of Fyodor dying (we didn't even get to know him that well 😅), I don't like the concept that Chuuya was never a vampire and that it was all just an act, etc.

I don't really hate any character rn. I like them all.

I used to hate Dazai a lot in the past though IFGSEG 😂

I didn't like that everything revolved around him, that he was portrayed as 'knowing everything' and that he could never lose. I thought he was overrated and overpowered (in terms of his intelligence) 😅. I hated that Dazai seemed to know EVERYTHING and that nothing could shock him. Like, everything would turn out okay just because Dazai's there. Dazai would just be like, "heh! I knew everything from the start" then proceeds to beat the enemy. I got annoyed because people would be like 'aaaa he's the best character. he's so well written and he's the best 😍😍' I was only watching the anime that time (I didn't read the light novels yet) and I thought to myself, 'HUH? are we watching the same show? The guy lit. never loses 😭'

While that is still kind of true, he grew on me after a while 😭

The light novels made him more interesting and added depth to his character. I grew to kinda like him overtime. The analyses on tumblr about him are really cool too.

he isn't my fave character but he is a character that I think about sometimes. He's a very central character and has a lot of coverage in BSD so there's a lot to think about 😅❤️

Also he likes Oda. I like Oda. So...🤭

Yeah I like Odasaku, a lot 😅

----

HEHE anyways..

thank you for the ask! 🥰🥰

[dazais-guardian-angel]

BSD is ultimately a hopeful story, about characters healing and finding their reason to live, and a place to belong. Outside of exceptions in the light novels, this applies almost every character in the main manga who isn't some sort of main antagonist (and even then there are exceptions, like Francis). Bram has lived a tired and lonely life for a very long time, ever since he lost his entire kingdom and his daughter somehow, and the story has set up the fact that he hasn't had any desire to live, any vested interest in the world all this time with the loss of said daughter — until he met Aya, who explicitly reminds him of her. He feels genuine care for her and worry for her, and he wants to be her knight, and sees her as his princess; she is his new reason to keep living. Before knowing her, he might have been fine with giving in to Fyodor taking over his body, but that certainly won't be the case anymore. If he's still in there, he's going to keep fighting, to get back to Aya, his new daughter, and I fully expect it to happen. It only makes sense that it will, with the series' track record, and the message it wants to send.

I have a strong suspicion that the flashback with Fyodor in Bram's castle isn't over yet, and that in the upcoming chapter(s) we're going to find out that Fyodor was somehow responsible for Bram losing everything he held dear. If that's the case, it would make perfect sense why he would jump at the chance to kill Fyodor at the request of the ADA, and maybe even was willing to join the DoA in the first place in hopes that he could one day get his revenge (so he obviously must not have known how Fyodor's ability works, but I think his "I see" in his last moments when he felt something was him putting 2 and 2 together, realizing how Fyodor seemingly came back to life back then even though he was supposedly killed). And it would give him even more of a reason to want to fight to get his body back: to return to Aya, and to get vengeance on the rat who destroyed his life and separated him from his daughter twice.

Also think it's very important to remember that Aya is named after an author, even though she does not have an ability, and that abilities usually form after some sort of trauma. Irl Aya's history is vaguely similar to BSD's Aya's: she lost her mother and sister at a young age, and a reoccurring theme in her works, many of which are memoirs, are her feelings of inferiority as she was growing up in comparing herself to them and her aunts, brought about by her demanding father. None of the names really jump out at me (not that the book names ever have much to do with the abilities/characters aside from a few lol), except for the title of one of her memoirs, called "Father's Death". If Aya was ever going to awaken an ability, I can't think of a more appropriate time for it to happen than now. And if it does, it's likely that said ability will play a major role in taking Fyodor down, and bringing Bram back to her — after all, Jouno originally entrusted Aya with being Fukuchi's undoing precisely because he knew he would underestimate someone as unassuming and "weak" as a random little girl (and look where that led him!); why wouldn't that happen again with Fyodor underestimating her? He took her new father — her real father — away from her: he has absolutely no idea what kind of enemy he just made. Aya doesn't go down without a fight, she never gives up, she is a threat, and Fyodor isn't going to see that threat coming, because he underestimates the power of bonds and the power of "ordinary" people, just like Dazai talks about in Meursault. He made an enemy out of her, and he made an even stronger existing enemy out of Bram, and they will fight their hardest to get back to each other. Bram's return will be all the more satisfying and emotional after all he has to overcome to achieve it, and how much he's changed thanks to Aya's presence in his life. :')

so i know like nothing about character analysis but i'm almost 100% sure that bram is alive BECAUSE

he just got his body back, and it would be strange to set that up for such a long time and then to only use it for bram to kill fyodor

asagiri is a coward when it comes to killing characters

he keeps having these flashbacks when he's with aya to someone we assume is his daughter, and it makes zero sense for the manga to set something up with that only to discard it

bram is immortal: if fyodor dies in this body then chances are he's getting it back, as his ability can apparently revive the dead by infecting them with it (see akutagawa) and he's kinda infected with his own ability

[thesoleilla]

Hello dear sun,

I, the great gods of the gods of the gods, have arrived with a request for you!!!!!

I'd like to request for BSD yeah and uh Hurt Comfort YEAH

And i'd like uhhh Dazai x reader YE (that was predictable)

Uhhh Since i have no idea i will use whatever come to my brain !

Soo ! Let's say that we have a reader, a female reader ig with she/her pronouns because i said so ! And we have a Dazai ! Reader go through an existential crisis and ig she dissociate from herself and the real world so she gets confused and she just idk sHe AlSo SuFfEr FroM coTaRd SyNDRoMe

Good luck dealing with that!

Thanks !

Hi god!^^

First off thanks for the request ^^ I really appreciate it

And second off…

Here's your request!

(Srry I'm not really proud of this especially how I characterized Dazai but whatever this is my first time writing bsd stuff)

Also BIG trigger warning for s**cide

It happened again.

You got into a crisis and ran out of the office making everyone worry about you.

You didn't think this Y/N person deserved to be cared for but well, they probably thought listening to you was a waste of time right?

You didn't know what they found interesting about you really, you were just a rotten person in your eyes; but they tried so hard to make you see "the real you".

And you also looked for her, the agency gave you hope but she was nowhere to be found.

Every search ended in you finding yourself more and more rotten, and today you just couldn't stand it anymore.

So, after coming back emptyhanded again; you decided you had enough.

You carefully wrote a note and stuck it under your desk, hoping they'd only notice when it'd be late enough.

It was rather simple really, it didn't even reveal anything concerning but you figured they'd understand right away, after all this was a detective agency.

So, pretending you needed to leave for a mission, you ran out of the agency, tears filling your eyes as soon as you left.

But luck definitively wasn't on your side today as you randomly bumped into Dazai on your way home who was probably skipping work (again)

Uh oh, this wasn't good.

Why did he decide to skip work now of all times.

Well to be fair this wasn't very out of character for him…

But why does he always seem to slack off specifically where you are?

Couldn't he just find his own suicide place instead of constantly just picking somewhere between the agency to your place?

You brushed off your tears, hoping he hadn't noticed them yet.

"How could I deal with this without raising suspicion?"

Was a question you really didn't need to ask since Kunikida was already there about to put Dazai out of his misery.

So you planned to quickly run away while they argued back and forth for like the 6th time this hour.

But do things ever go as planned when you're apart of the Agency?

And the answer to that is a big no.

Because Dazai was already trying to use your "bad mental state" (his words not yours) as an excuse to avoid writing a report about his last mission.

God, was he really going to use that as an excuse?

Well, looks like he will.

And that really angered you, because you actually kinda liked him honestly, and you two definetively shared some traits; and you were starting to think that maybe he actually cared for your rotten self.

But well, looks like he didn't as he's litterally using you as a tool to slack off.

How nice of him. However, this doesn't seem to be working very well since Kunikida just grabbed Dazai, picked him off the floor and is screaming not very nice things at him.

Thanks for the distraction I guess?

That allowed you to discretly run away to your place without raising more suspicion than you already did. And you finally succeeded!

Pheeew that was harder than expected!

Maybe that's why Dazai struggles so much doing the same, you really underestimated how hard this would actually be… no, no you didn't want to think about this jerk again. Did he really lie to you about finding a not so rotten part in you for so long only to use you like that?

I mean it's not that you actually believed what he said or anything… but still that did hurt and you can't deny it.

Well, whatever you didn't really care anyways, he was allowed to use you like that I mean, it gave you a purpose at least... a dumb one but still! It was something, so you dying was useful! Yea,right suicidals help eachother! Well, I mean he did almost ruin your plan but whatever, you would have done the same! Right?

Aaaargh and there you were your mind drifting away from the task...Could you not complete such a simple task?

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Huh? Is dying without being interrupted really that hard? God, you were starting to understand him way too much!

But who could that possibly be... someone from the Agency perhaps? Nobody usually came to visit you so it's probably just about work!

However you did tell them that you were going on a mission... Could such great detectives forget about that?No...no that wasn't right.Dazai must have told the others so then...

IT WAS HIS FAULT AGAIN????

Man, you really needed to settle this with him in the afterlife!

"Y/N can I come in?"

Wait.That voice. Did he really wanted to bother you at a time like this? Out of all the people at the agency he's supposed to understand your feelings better! So why is he interrupting you like this?!

Could it be... he didn't lie? No,no this is Dazai we're talking about he wouldn't be actually serious about his reason to slack off! And maybe you just invented his voice and he isn't actually here!

"Y/N open the door or I call all the agency here. You know they'd come. So just open it. I promise, I don't want to stop you or anything, I just need to talk with you."

Okay, so this wasn't a strange hallucination and he actually wanted to talk with you? Huh that's weird... pretty out of character if you ask me

"Just don't bother me" you said as you slowly opened the door only for it to reveal a totally calm Dazai, strange considering the situation but heh, it was Dazai we were talking about, would he seriously be agitated by something?

"Wow, you finally opened it! I almost thought you were just going to leave me on the doorway!" He said, with way too much energy in regards of the situation...

"So what did you want to say that was important enough to stop my attempt?" You said, rudely trying to get him to tell you and leave as soon as possible, freeing you from him and freeing you from... everything really.

"Hey!Were you actually planning to do it alone? Do you really despise me that much?" He said, slightly offensed by your detachment.

"Ugh, no I don't and you know that it's just that all of your attempts have you know... failed and I'm starting to believe you actually don't take it so seriously... so no, I don't think you're trustworthy enough so that I'll succeed" You replied, about to kick him out if he says anything to anger you again.

"What do you mean"I'm not serious" do you really think killing yourself is that easy?Come on there's already someone stopping you as early so you should've realised how hard it is!" Dazai said, in a joking tone but you were starting to sense real anger coming from him and god that was one of the scariest things you felt in your life!

"Yes I don't think you're serious, you're literally joking right now, and besides I don't know if you're aware of this but you are the one stopping me right now so, will you leave?" You said pointing towards the door,trying to be menacing (you were failing miserably, but how are you supposed to scare an ex port mafia executive?)

He looked like he was about to start talking,so he apparently wasn't going to give up on whatever he was planning for you; and so you just decided your feet were very interesting and focused reallyy hard on them.

But he didn't speak, instead he just patted you on the back...huh weird but...strangely relaxing.

"Y/N?" He whispered into your ear as quiet as humanly possible, even though his humanity was indeed questionned by a lot of people.

"Yes?" You whispered back, really softly.

"This might sound really weird but.. can you stay in this world for a bit? I'm scared that the afterlife gods hate me for teasing them about dying for so long... and I don't want them to separate us as a revenge." He lightly giggled at the last part but he seemed really serious, and almost... hurt?God seeing him weak like that was definetely not something you'll get used to. But it was sweet, very sweet; he seemed almost vulnerable? Were you just having a fever dream right now? This can't be real. Dazai. The-old-executive-of-the-port-mafia-Dazai. That Dazai. That Dazai was also the one being clingy and really close to you. Is that really happening?

But you really didn't know how to respond, your logic told you to say no, not to stray away from your goal...but logic was fighting with another thing in your brain. Your feelings. You tried to supress them for so long...but the big wall finally broke down, breaking you down with it. Yes you felt good things about this person. And yes you were starting to feel good things about yourself too. And you don't have to be ashamed of it anymore. Because this part isn't ugly. It's just who you are and you're tired of hiding it.

But yea, you did breakdown. Your knees fell to the ground taking you with them. And soon your tears fell too. Every single thing about you was crumbling down. Whether it was physically or mentally. But a certain someone won't let you be ashamed of that. In fact, he was already picking you up and bringing you towards the couch, which was making your heart literally burst out of your chest. But he won't let you be alone in this anymore. Not after he saw you vulnerable like this. So he grabbed a blanket, put you on the couch and cuddled next to you. And you stayed like this for who knows how long. But after seeing you vulnerable like that, he decided that maybe he could show himself a litle more vulnerable to you too. And hell did that feel great.

You both were starting to slowly fall asleep (even though neither of you would have admitted it) but just before that you heard a soft mumble coming from the man right next to you.

"Y/N"

"Yes?"

"I won't allow you to try and die alone"

You giggled for a while "Only if you promise me to do the same"

"Of course...but actually I won't let you be alone anyways... not until you're fully better"

And at that moment you both knew, that you didn't want to be fully better anymore. Because you wanted to stay like this forever.

[luv-fedya-archived]

ELLO! I saw you saying your reminder soo... :D can I request for akutagawa, chuuya, and ango with an s/o (female preferred!) who somehow still has his job but is extremely chaotic and lazy? (Likemebutwithoutthejobpart-hfhfhsdjdofsjf) For example, nearly all the time people only see s/o either: snoring on the couch, chasing a cat down the street, sleeping on their desk with mountains of paperwork (that they somehow finish) around them? Thank you!

Akutagawa, Chuuya, and Ango with an lazy/chaotic s/o

notes : ask and you shall receive :D (also i didn't know whether you wanted a oneshot or some headcanons, so i dabbled in a bit of both, i hope thats ok :))

pairing : Akutagawa x reader, Chuuya x reader, Ango x reader (pronouns not specified)

warnings : one mention of something that can be taken as murder

word count : 997

akutagawa

he probably supervises you as one would a kid

by that i mean he hunches over you as you work, while maintaining that face that he has in bsd wan

he's just

not sure on how he could help you, or even if you need help in the first place

if/when he does help, he's willing to go to lengths to help you (there's a professor assigning you too much work? he's happy to help out :))

as for being chaotic

he himself is relatively not chaotic (he may be violent at times, but there's a line between violence and chaos)

he would try and drag you away with rashomon from anything that might encourage you to cause mass chaos (spoiler: he gives up)

a little fucking around wouldn't hurt. or so you kept telling yourself. how you found yourself in this situation, you do not know. what you do know, is that you have a very pissed akutagawa standing over you.

"(Y/n.)" his voice, deep with disappointment only sinks you deeper into regret. looking at him with a sheepish smile, you hope to sooth his nerves. which backfires horribly. you snicker uncontrollably at the sight of his face, covered in doodles. he only scowls in response

it was elise's idea, really. well, you suppose it was also your fault for entertaining the idea in the first place, though it would have been hard to turn her down. chuckling nervously, you looked around the room, avoiding akutagawa's gaze

"(Y/n)." he repeated. his voice was deceivingly calm, but you knew better than to be lured into a sense of false security.

"hm?" you turn to look at him now. as your gaze lands on his face, you struggle to smother giggles again. your eyes find a lazily drawn cat -your handiwork- right in the middle of his forehead. and that was it. you burst into another fit of giggles, unable to hold them back anymore.

you stopped as something cold yet soft suddenly met your chin. finding akutagawa's hand tilting your face up to the light, you grin slightly.

"does that mean you forgave me?"

His response came as the sound of a marker’s lid coming off. sensing what's about to come, you try to move back, only to be blocked by rashomon. akutagawa's eyes held a rare sight, a mischievous glint as he leaned close to you.

"now" the faintest of smiles playing on his lips, his breath tickles your neck

"why don't we see how that pretty face of yours looks with marker, hm?

chuuya

concerned for you

he knows you can get your work done but he's worried about you being overloaded with work, especially if you're rushing it all in at the last minute

offers to pitch in to help you if you seem like you're struggling

gives you reminders when you seem like you're getting off task

but every once in a while (and very begrudgingly), he might indulge you by doing whatever chaotic things you're doing with you

oh boy

imagine chuuya, one of the executives of the port mafia chasing a cat down the street with you

if you ever bring it up to another person, he would deny it profusely (although there probably was a large amount of people seeing you guys do so, but oh well)

laughter echoed down the street, the sound parting a path through the sea of people, attracting curious glances and turned heads. in front of you was a stray cat, who was very much ahead of you. it was getting faster, in comparison to you, puffing as you tried to maintain your pace. at the rate you were heading, you would soon be outrun.

stopping to catch your breath, you glanced behind you at chuuya, who was, not so surprisingly, not tired even in the slightest

"the cat got away" you pouted as the cat darted away around a corner and into an alleyway

"that's too bad. to think you dragged me all the way out here just to give up" he shook his head in mock disappointment

"yeah. its such a shame" you sighed, feigning disappointment. "but then again, why would i want the cat when i can have you?" you smiled, all traces of disappointment gone, a mischievous glint in your eyes

"whatever" he scoffed, a light blush tinting his cheeks a rosy hue.

"hey, look!" you gasped as you pointed towards none other than the cat, cautiously peeking its head out from the alleyway. "better catch up!" you laughed as you took off once again, leaving a confused chuuya in your wake

"so much for being more important than the cat" shaking his head slightly at your antics, he took off after you, and into the rays of the sinking sun.

ango

although he's the more hardworking one in the relationship, you manage to be both lazy and get work done

even though he knows that you're perfectly capable of getting your work done, he probably attempted to get you to be more organized at some point, but to no avail

so he settled on reminding you to work every now and then

sighs every time you're up and about doing chaotic things

wouldn't actually stop you unless you go too far/do things that may or may not be illegal

a sigh made its way out of his throat as he observed your sleeping figure. you were working - attempting to work would describe the situation better - until you fell asleep - again. although, if he were to be completely honest, you did look quite cute, snuggled amidst the mountains of paperwork that barricaded your desk. your mouth was slightly agape, gentle snores providing a soothing backdrop. he hadn't even realized he moved his hand until slender fingers brushed over your hair, brushing several stray strands out of your face.

he would wake you up later, ango decided. for now, he was going to enjoy his time with you.

aaaaa im sorry for taking so long with this, but here you go :)

[jaelynnxkenshin]

Rules

Hi ☺️ I decided that before I write any requests, or fanfics in general (since I may not get any, and that's okay) I decided I should post my rules. Could you please read them before, you know, requesting or something? Thank you!💜

I will not:

Do NSFW requests. I feel uncomfortable writing that stuff and I'm still underage.

Write for real life people outside of their movie/show character. I just don't really like that sort of thing, but I won't judge you for liking it!

Write anything nonconsensual or forceful or anything like that. It, again, makes me uncomfortable.

Do any type of incest. It's disgusting end of story.

I will:

Write femxfem. I'm pansexual and absolutely don't mind any requests you have for a girl in a certain fandom.

Write fluff, angst and anything sfw. I don't think I've written any of those categories before but I do enjoy reading them. For some reason I favor angst the most lol

Do x nb reader. As I said, I go by she/they pronouns and figured out that I don't mind people using she/her pronouns on me, but I still like being addressed as they/them.

Do x male reader posts as long as it's requested.

Things to Remember:

I'm not only going to be limited to the fandoms I'll list. You can suggest some and I'll watch that series/movie or watch/play that game and do what I can!

Be specific when requesting. I can come up with my own ideas(sometimes) but I'd like to write for you too if you decided to choose me of everyone on Tumblr.

I don't like swearing a whole lot, and I'm trying not to anymore(yes I have been, I'm sorry) so you might just see the basic and not very offensive ones uncensored, and others censored.

Fandoms I write for/may write for:

Green: I plan on it

Orange: Maybe I'll write for it if it's requested or I have an idea for it.

Red: I likely won't write for it unless it's requested

Blue:I haven't finished that series yet.

FNAF

KnY

BNHA

TWD

TWDG

HxH

Encanto

Naruto

Harry Potter

AOT

Rurouni Kenshin

TPN

Alice in Borderland

The 100

Stranger Things

AGK

HRI

BSD

Death Note

Haikyuu!

LCDP

Creepypasta

Some might be added to this list, but this so far is what I have and know!

People I'll Write for:

FNAF

There's too many animatronics but I'll definitely do Roxanne, Glamrock Freddy and the Bonnies. You can request anyone you want.

KnY

Romantic & Platonic

Tanjiro Kamado

Inosuke Hashibira

Nezuko Kamado

Zenitsu Agatsuma

Kanao Tsuyuri

Genya Shinazugawa

Muichiro Tokito

Shinobu Kocho

Mitsuri Kanroji

Giyuu Tomioka

Kyojuro Rengoku

Obanai Iguro

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Tengen Uzui

Gyomei Himejima

Muzan Kibutsuji

Rui

Akaza

Douma

Anyone else you'd like to request.

BNHA

Romantic

Izuku Midoriya

Ochaco Uraraka

Shoto Todoroki

Tenya Iida

Tsuyu Asui

Katsuki Bakugou

Eijiro Kirishima

Denki Kaminari

Hanta Sero

Mina Ashido

Shota Aizawa

Amajiki Tamaki

Togata Mirio

Keigo Takami

Rumi Usagiyama

Momo Yaoyorozu

Platonic

Eri

Kota

Everyone from the romantic category.

TWD

Anyone really

HxH

Romantic

Gon Freecs

Killua Zoldyck

Kurapika

Anyone I can think of lol

Platonic

Everyone I listed

Encanto

Romantic

Isabela Madrigal♥️

Luisa Madrigal

Mirabel Madrigal

Dolores Madrigal

Camilo Madrigal

Platonic

Antonio Madrigal

Pepa Madrigal

Julietta Madrigal

Bruno Madrigal

Abuela Alma

and everyone above

Naruto

Romantic

Naruto Uzumaki

Sasuke Uchiha

Hinata Hyuga

Itachi Uchiha

Kakashi 6ix9ine

Anyone you want to request

Platonic

Everyone above and those you want to request

Harry Potter

Romantic

Harry Potter

The Weasley Kids

Hermione Granger

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Anyone you want to request

Platonic

All of the above and who you want to request

AOT

Romantic

Absolutely Armin Arlert😍

Eren Yeager

Mikasa Ackerman

Jean Kirstein

Connie Springer

Sasha Braus

Reiner Braun

Bertholt Hoover

Annie Leonheart

Hange Zoe

Peick Finger

Anyone you'd like to request

Platonic

BABY EREN AHHHH♥️♥️♥️

All of the above including requests!!

TPN

Romantic

Isabella

Emma(?)

Ray(?)

Norman(?)

Anyone you request

Plantonic

Connie

Phil

All of the above including requestsss

AGK

Romantic

Akame

Leone

Tatsumi

Mine

Lubbock

Sheele

Esdeath

Kurome

Platonic

All of the above and, you guessed it, whoever's requested

HRI

Romantic

Almost everyone, especially the shotgun mask 🙇🏾‍♀️

Platonic

I'ma be honest, I didn't feel like writing all the purple down Ill write for so uhm... Yeah. Any kids in the show will be platonic plus everyone above and who you request.

BSD

Romantic

DAZAI OSAMU.

Chuuya Nakahara

Rampo Edogawa

Atsushi Nakajima

Platonic

Everyone up there and whoever's requested

Death Note

Romantic

Whoever is requested

Platonic

Whoever's requested

BTW Light has that JB cut

Haikyuu!!

Romantic

I haven't really finished Haikyuu yet but I shall always remember

KENMA

Whoever you request is who I'll write for btw☺️

Platonic

Kenma

And anyone you request

LCDP

Romantic

Oml TOKYO FOSHO FOSHO I LOVE HER--

Nairobi

Rio

The Professor

Denver(?)

Anyone requested or that I can think of

Platonic

Helsinki

Stockholm

Everyone I named above and whoever I can think of or that's requested

Creepypasta

Romantic

JTK

EJ

LJ

Ben Drowned

Homicidal Liu/Sully

Ticci Toby

Clockwork

Jane the Killer

Hoodie

Masky

Slenderman

Splendorman

Jason the Toymaker

Anyone you request

Platonic

Sally

S*uic*de Sadie

Smile Dog

Everyone above and whoever's requested

[chiiwaaa]

longing for something more.

Because im watching BSD, have a soukoku fic. 

─ under the cut, Angst to fluff.

Dazai was... off somehow. Chuuya didn’t know if this was gut feeling or whatever, but he was sure as hell that something was wrong. Whenever they hung out together, being during lunch breaks or missions, he seemed to look at the ground and just stare. his eyes seemed more lifeless, as if nothing were there.

So when Dazai stopped showing up to work all together, and finding out he quit, he was more than pissed. It seemed as though he was an atomic bomb ready to set off, sparks and blood may spread into every corner of the universe. fires and homes destroyed, and his heart in shambles. It felt as though he would crumble. He wanted to see Dazai again, he needed to see Dazai one last time. 

His tears began to crystalize. He did not want to move, as though one movement or shuffle may break the earth beneath him, falling to endless void. Oda’s grave sat comfortably in the piles of snow. It sat right under an old tree, it’s roots seemed to grow endlessly.

Dazai couldn’t feel his fingers. he fiddled with a stray piece of dead grass, the tip covered in snow. This place used to be one to fill lungs with happiness and a feeling of warmth. yet, Air stung Dazai’s lungs. It felt cold, yet the shrill feeling came not from the weather. is it possible to feel lonelier then he did now?

“Dazai?” A voice came from aside him. he didn’t need to turn his head to know who it was. He lifted his eyes to meet ones he missed. “Chuuya.” The way he said it seemed too hollow. Chuuya lent forward, panting. “You.” he spoke firmly. “have no idea how long it took me to find you.” Chuuya lifted his head up, a glare meeting Dazai. “High and low, far and wide. What the hell happened.” He stopped for a moment. “And who are we visiting?” Dazai chuckled. “you believe in tales like that?” Chuuya cocked his eyebrow. “Course’, where else do they go?” Chuuya began to walk towards Dazai, getting a better look at the grave. Delicately molded, and the front spoke of a name he has recognized. “S . Oda...” he mumbled under his breath. “heard it somewhere. Port mafia?” he asked. “mmm. He was a good man.” Dazai affirmed.

Chuuya sat down right next to Dazai, his hand falling right on top of Dazai’s. “t...tell me bout’ him.” he said. Dazai gave him a look he couldn’t identify. Was it questioning, murderous intent, or perhaps fear? So Chuuya shot one back, trying his best to make it seem comforting. A small laugh erupted from the taller, a smile firmly on his lips. “sure.”

“n’ then?” Chuuya asked, hugging Dazai. “We decided to stop while we could, and then the drinking contest ended.” Dazai said. “i don’t like that mental image. Of you drunk i mean.” Chuuya said, twirling a piece of Dazai’s hair round his finger. “Barely remember what happened after that.” Dazai tightened his grip on the orange haired. “I do remember though, that was one of the best moments in my life.” He moved his head to look down at Dazai. Chuuya gave a small hum, rubbing his back the smallest bit.

“you know...” Dazai said. “it’s not as cold anymore.” 

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— fangs dipped in wine

characters: chuuya nakahara, you

info: vampire au, lowkey suggestive, 2.3k

a/n: let's all pretend for a hot second bram stoker was an actual author in bsd and that instead of abilities, there are vampires<3 I'll probably do a p2 to this in a timeskip way so itll b more fun yay,,

Several days ago, it was just an idea. A laughing matter. A ‘what-if’ to build scenarios on and giggle.

Several days ago, it was night time too, the taste of alcohol fresh, her laugh right beneath your ear, it was warm, and bubbly and there was a sense of direction, a certainty.

Several days ago your friend hadn’t suddenly announced dropping out and moving out of the shared apartment you two had yet. Maybe she had been considering for a while now but in that very moment, it hadn’t happened yet, your world wasn’t upside down.

“Just imagine!-“ her breath fawned over your ear, glasses clinking against one another. “So I’m talking to this guy, right? Like music stuff, and movies, and all. No feelings whatsoever,” you found it hard not to roll your eyes and was met with a shove. “Not like that!” she protested. “He tells me about his boyfriend, I even helped him plan a surprise party once.”

“You cannot know if he’s faking…” you remember saying, in that knowing tone, smooth like silk and lecturing. “Yea whatever. Anyways! Get this:” placing the glass down in concentration that was foreign to her, you were intrigued.

“They don’t have vampires.”

“No way.” Slowing taking another sip from your drink, it sounded like a fantasy almost. Sure, there were rumors of not every country having vampires but it was numbered, there were so little, and the vampires? They were ever present.

“So he says: ‘Hey, aren’t they all rich peeps always wanting fresh blood? What if you have lots of blood already, and make a deal? You can trick them to pay you loads for it and you’d not even have to have them near your neck!’-“ she paused to let out a bark, you’re sure she’s been doing it since she first saw the message.

“And-“ another pause, to shed a tear, “and he says, ‘and if the vampire is hot? Bonus points! They got those fancy houses, you’d no longer pay rent either.’” The mocking of the voice comes to an end. “Can you believe? A deal, with a Vampire of all people! And he says rent fixed!”

You had to admit, for someone who claims to not met any vampires, it sounded charming on paper, but in Yokahoma?, not so much. At a moment of weakness, you looked at one another, daring, and next, breaking into a fit of laughter and downing the glass in one gulp.

How many days has it been since that night? Five? Maybe seven? It was long enough to miss her presence now, but too short to be threatened by the landlord.

One night you’re at your favorite pub with your dearest friend downing drink after drink. You can remember the stars in the sky that night, you thought it was just your brain imagining it, as well as the crescent moon hanging so delicately.

And next thing you know, you’ve just left this bar, despite the temperature it was cold on your bones, and here stands the redhead, his breath fawning over your neck, mouth open, but not to tell a story for the laughs.

He didn’t bother to hide the fangs and you didn’t bother to leave the place.

An idea you called stupid few nights ago just happened to make sense in that sad sulking state. And then he had to appear, with a glass of expensive wine, locks covering his face just fine, a vest that fits his body perfectly and fangs shining under the dim lights of the bar.

“Oh-kay, that’s enough.” You push his face off with your palm in one go. The ‘thump’ of his hat falling on the floor and the yelp coming from his lips fill the air.

“You’re no fun.” he pouts as he picks up his hat.

“So, how we’re doing this? And no, you cannot drink straight from my neck!” you finish before he can raise a finger.

A moment of silence follows the two of you, it’s a nice place. Expensive looking furniture though it’s more like a house from a catalogue than a home. Still, impressive –he, ‘what was his name again?’, definitely has a taste. The empty crystal glasses sit on the table, next to the bottle, a candle close to burning out completely flickers its flame lazily as your eyes wander.

Your gaze moves onto his sapphire eyes then, watching your every move and breath carefully, but not patiently. You can hear him vibrate with every molecule in his body, trying so hard not to lunge forward or speak up, maybe grab your arm and pull you back towards his chest.

“So? Hello?..” you drag the the ‘o’ and wave a hand in front of his face, “Anyone home?”

Like someone hypnotized stepping out of a trance at a snap of fingers, he jolts, pupils narrow, then widen and focus on your face. “Ah, sorry-“ he starts walking away.

Then he fakes a cough, as if you didn’t catch him staring already… Just how the hell did you find this guy in a city filled with vampires?

He stops, turns back, reaches for your hand and you let him. “Did you drink the wine?” he walks a step ahead, still hand in hand.

“If you ask me one more time, I’ll start suspecting you added some sort of drug.” This seems to get to him, obvious from the way he almost trips on his foot and turns back in a hurry, both hands up in defense and shaking his head like crazy.

“Wh- No- No, no no! It’s nothing like that- I-“ if he didn’t look so embarrassed, you’d even say he looks flustered. His rambling stops when you snort and decide to take pity on the guy.

“Relax I was just joking.” His shoulder drop in relief. “Besides, if you put anything, it’d have kicked in by now.”

“Ah, yeah, right…” he looks down, to his right, and that’s when you see the velvet couch there. He extends his hand, in an offering manner and follows you right after.

Reaching for a pocket in his vest, he whispers to himself, you barely hear. “I just like the taste of wine in blood...”

“Weird, not what I expected, but could be worse. I’ll take it.”

Another silence follows, he avoids your gaze while your eyes never leave his eyes fumbling with his vest and cape. Maybe it’s like one of those cape like jackets, certainly matches the vibe he carries.

Under the shivering candle light, he looks so different from the bold smug suave guy who brimmed with confidence, flashed his teeth like nothing, as if the world belongs to him and anything that does not care for him simply does not exist.

And now with the same face, sits besides you someone else, eyes cast down, hands fumbling, there’s comfort in knowing this is as awkward for you as for him.

(You wonder for a second if there’s something you can do to clear the atmosphere.)

“Maybe you should be having another glass instead of asking me.” You try to say nonchalantly and it takes him a second to get what you mean. Then he smiles, and the hint of a small giggle comes out and his body seems to calm down.

“Give me your hand.” He holds out his, the palm facing the ceiling. “Well? This is the easiest way to do it without leaving permanent marks.” He sounds irritated.

“Or noticeable.” You say and he repeats, a little impatient.

Giving him your less dominant hand, you eye the dagger for as long as you can. When the cold blade meets your palm, you can barely feel its weight.

“Okay, I’ll be honest here.” He stops midway, the dagger in the air. You raise an eyebrow, signaling him to continue. “I’ve never done… this before.”

“So- uh- whatever’s the standart payment, or the whole, you know,” he waves the hand holding the dagger in the air “etiquette for this.” He sounds to be relaxing with each word. And with him, so do you. Then comes back that familiar confidence from the earlier, decorated with a hint of threat and a dare. “Just- Don’t ever try to scam or fool me.”

And goes away the determined face, replaced with surprise, as you start laughing loud, one hand over your stomach.

“Look, listen-“ you stop as you’ve begun. “Chuuya.” He fills the gap for you.

“Listen, Chuuya.” You test his name on your lips. “I’m a broke college student who can get kicked out of their flat any day now. Crossing a vampire is the last thing on my list, trust me.”

Eyes soften, a genuine smile blooms and the silence to follow isn’t heavy anymore.

When he slashes the dagger over your hand, it doesn’t sting. The blood soon reaches the surface, red thick liquid glistening in the candle’s flame, ‘life’ it says.

This is what they want, why they want it, drink it, kill for it.

Hidden in the blood, is life, with all it has seen and will see, warm, moving, trusting.

You watch in a daze as he brings your hand to his mouth. Cold lips make content with your skin, how cold and lifeless they feel against you, you see in clear contrast. The sinking of teeth doesn’t come, you don’t flinch. You can tell he’s making an effort not to bite too hard into your giving hand. Drinking the blood slowly, trying to contain himself from getting greedy, there’s no sound in the air except for your loud heartbeat, echoing in your ear and fastening with each move of his back.

The glimpse of a smile you catch in this scene before you tells, he can hear it too, and probably relish in it.

With each flicker of the flame, his lips start to feel warmer and soon he straightens up. Not a single speck of blood on his frame, he offers you the same smug smile from earlier.

Blood makes place for itself on his face, like roses blooming under the sun. His skin gains color, you didn’t notice just how dull and gray he was up until now. Life spreads so fast in his limbs, soon you can feel his warmth near you, in the air, in your hand, on the spot your knees touch. Once the base color is done, pink decorates his cheeks faintly, most likely an after effect of all that wine.

Maybe if he intervened his fingers with yours, it’d feel warmer, and in a weird way, safer.

Watching your eyes on him with amusement in his crystal ones, he seems to enjoy this, that is until his eyes focus on a spot of yours and cannot stop examining every other spot, every single pore, mark, hair and color you have, memories you carry.

The flicker of the light blends in, the warmth pulls the two of you in, time feels gone, like it never existed, maybe nothing every existed except for the two of you sitting before each other.

A sudden crash, from the outside and the magic is gone with a snap.

Noticing your hands, you pull it back to your chest fast.

His goes back to his head and he looks away, anther shy smile on his face.

“What- How should we proceed next?” he breaks the silence first, attempting to gather back a sense of seriousness to his voice. In a way, he should too, this is technically business, isn’t it?

Glancing at your palm, you open and close it few times. Not a speck of pain is there.

“Once every week maybe? If that’s alright. Although we may cancel few weeks, you never know what comes up last minute.”

The dagger nowhere in sight, probably returned to a pocket of his already, he looks pleased with your reply. “Sounds good to me.”

Without further ado, you get up to look for the door you first walked in.

“Wait!-“ he follows in a hurry, almost slipping, again, and trying to find something in his jacket.

Go you! For forgetting why you agreed to a vampire’s house in the first place. “Is- uh- is this alright? Or is it so little? We never discussed payment, y’know.” He holds out a lot more than you expected, but then again, vampires live for thousands of years. He must have quite the amount lying around somewhere after all.

Unsure what to do with the money he slips into your hand, you meet his eyes. “That’s… more than enough actually. Thanks.”

He rests one hand on hip, taking in your surprised face. “Don’t mention it. I’ve got plenty.” Touching your elbow lightly, he guides you to the door, dragging his feet. By the time you reach the door, he makes no move to open it, not that it was ever locked in the first place.

Turning of the knob, you take a step ahead, motions limited on both sides; dragging, waiting for something to happen, something to be said, for the air to be broken.

By the time you’re one foot outside, he clears his throat with a fake cough, covering his mouth. “Same time, same place, next week?” his gaze cast on the floor, stealing glances to see what you will do next.

You turn to him with a smile. “Works for me.” And tilt your head “but what if one of us cannot find the other?”

“Oh I’ll find you alright.” He chuckles with a grin. Truly a sight to sell the whole vampire image he got going, even if he hadn’t been one.

Feet standing next to each other, you’re out now, furrowing your eyebrows with a look of disapproval to match his grin, unimpressed.

“You sound like a creep. Don’t do it again.”

And with it, you turn your back to him, already on your way. The ginger left behind, an unfinished “okay” hanging on his lips, eyes focused on your form, swallowed by the shadows, waiting for the next night to be spent with you, already impatient.

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Asorted ADA x Reader | The "happy" friend

BSD misc. Reader insert

Warnings- mentions of suicidal thoughts. Mentions of Verbal and mild physical abuse.

The happy co-worker, happy friend, happy ex, happy girlfriend. No matter what you pushed it on to yourself. So many of your peers had it worse. Look at Dazai, he manages to smile and joke despite his pain. You thought you could do it too. So, that’s what you did. Since you joined the agency. You never let them see you break down. They never got to see you cry. They never got to see you under anything but happy. Even if you were annoyed, you held onto your smile. There were so many orphans among your mighty crew of detectives. The ones you were the closest to, you confirmed them to be orphans from a young age. Dazai, parentless at 14. He may have been an orphan for even longer than that. You just know he didn’t have any at 14. Then there was Atsushi, who had lived his whole childhood abused in an orphanage. Kyoka, she lost her parents to her ability. The others you were not too sure about, but the sneaking suspicion this organization was full of gifted orphans, was high.

Then there was you. A girl, no older than Dazai. Not the best looking, at least that’s what you told yourself. The others had no idea about your insecurities regarding your body. Maybe you were too tall, too short, too thin, too fat. Some days were better than others. Some days the situation flipped. There was always something you could nit-pick about yourself. Your mind wandered constantly back to the words of your parents. “Not skinny enough, too skinny. Not fit enough, but don’t be too fit. Men don’t like to be threatened.” you had parents. Maybe they weren't the best but you had parents. They were a bit abusive with words but never had they placed a finger on you. Well, there were a few times but it was normal right? For a parent to lose their cool and lash out once or twice, maybe even a handful of times over the years. They judged you for your choice of occupation and the people you hung around. They called you out on outfits and the way you acted. That’s why you were here now. Far from them, but their words still haunted you. In truth, you feared them but wanted their approval.

Today, you stood with your coworkers finishing up the latest job. You hummed in your outfit. It covered your arms, which you already bandaged but wanted to keep that a secret. The things you did to keep this false joy were extreme. The things you took in impacted your state. Listening to Atsushi, holding Kyoka when she broke down. Hell, you were even there to scold Dazai and occasionally listen to his drunk words. The tales of how much he had suffered broke you. Even Kunikida learned to confide in you. He would tell you about his stress, and the pain he felt about past mistakes that resulted in his ideals being missed or broken. There was nobody in the agency who didn’t trust you with their problems. To them, you had none. They were okay with talking to you. They felt better after talking to you. That’s how it worked.

Biting the inside of your cheek, your feet moved to Kunikida. You knew he’d want to talk about this one. He hated seeing people killed before his eyes. He’d already nearly beaten Dazai for letting the boy die. Atsushi was off in the corner, fidgeting around with the tight atmosphere. You had arrived a little too late to prevent the death of the kidnapped child. Things like this happened, mistakes were bound to happen but… they had larger effects on some than they did on others. Dazai was facing the wall, his hands in fists. His head against the wall. You could tell he was blaming himself. Atsushi just felt awkward being here. “Kunikida?” you whispered trying to keep a joyful yet soft tone to your voice. Your hand reached out to tap his shoulder only for him to slap it away with a heavy glare.

“How can you smile like that? Somebody died in front of us and all you do is smile! You're always smiling no matter what happens! Do you even understand what’s going on right now? We failed (Y/n). Do you need somebody to explain to you what you should be doing right now?” his voice kept raising pitch by pitch. It sent flashes along your eyes. The way your father's voice would start soft and gradually get louder by the second, until he slammed a fist against the wall and screamed at you. Those yells always ended in the verbal assault. The comments on your form, the comments on your social life, and the useless degrees and jobs you had.

The wince you suppressed went unnoticed. The shaking of your hands is easily hidden behind you. Hands clasped together as your eyes trailed Kunikida. His body stood towering over you. Heavily glaring as he turned away. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” you tilted your head to play this off with a smile.

It was no help to your situation. He pushed past you, heading for the building exit he froze in the doorway. “We have to go tell a parent we failed to save a child's life. Do you understand how hard that is for a parent? How could I be alright? How can any of us be alright?” he was one step from overfilling your glass. The cracks forming were starting to show. Your eyes unable to meet his eyes. “You can be heartless and an idiot at times. Smiling in the presence of death.” there it was, the same words you had gotten at your grandmother's funeral. You’d tried to stay strong for your mother. You only knew how to smile. You knew no other way of staying strong. Hearing it from a friend sent you into overdrive.

“Shut up.” you hissed through clenched teeth.

This time Atsushi seemed to join in. shocked by your sudden negativity. He had never seen you like this. None of them had ever seen you drop a smile. “Are you mad?” Atsushi asked before you shook it off and smiled.

“Huh? Of course not! I'm just as normal as ever! I don’t know what you mean? Did I seem mad? Sorry, guess I just let that slip. I meant to say you shouldn’t assume I'm heartless, just cause I'm still… happy! I feel the pain you guys feel over this! I just think we should move over this!” giving a closed smile, Kunikida's raised voice washed over the room again.

“Move past?! We could have saved them if we had been a bit faster in getting here! The kid wasn’t supposed to die! Stop smiling and grasp the situation! Stop being insensitive to your acting just like Dazai does sometimes!” Were you that bad? Was it really that bad to just want to stay happy? “You have everything perfect, you can’t even grasp the situation!” you couldn’t do this anymore. His words were starting to turn from accusations to frustration. He was taking his pain out on you. Instead of doing it in the kind form he normally used, he was using anger to express how hurt he was right now.

Unable to take any more of the words he spat, you dropped it all. His words were getting on the triggering side. The words he spat slowly started to inch closer and closer to your parents' words. Words that made you have to act like this. “I can’t do this anymore,” you whispered trying to keep your tears locked inside. It was useless though. The container shattered as his words brushed by your ears. Faded and fuzzy, the world drifted away. You were pulled back into the world by a brunette. His slender hands shaking your shoulders. You shoved him away glaring.

“Woah, she’s pissed,” Atsushi whispered before you shook your head looking at the ceiling, you smiled.

“No Atsushi, I'm sad, for lack of a better word. I want to walk up the stairs of a very tall building and dive into nothingness. I want to lay down with a bottle of whiskey and drink myself into sweet relief. I want to look in the mirror and like the way I look. I want to walk to my parents with the courage to tell them I'm perfect no matter what I look like. I want to tell them that what I do for a living makes me strong. I want to have the strength to shout and tell them I don't need a man to dictate my life. I want to scream at them that the only man I want is a man who isn’t afraid of a fierce, strong, and independent woman.” the words fell from your lips as your tears fell. They fell through your smile. The happy look stuck to your face.

“(y/n)...” Kunikida started before you chuckled, closing his sentence off.

“Aren't I just perfect? I hate my body, I hate my personality. I hate everything about myself. I hate my gift, nobody would like the real me. Nobody knows the real me. Hell, I don't even know the real me. I am nothing without my smile. But… it's okay as long as I can keep smiling! I can just fake it until it's real. I fooled all of you, didn’t I? I really seemed happy! Even I was starting to think I was! But then, I get home, look in the mirror, and all I can see is a useless shell.” your voice stopped before you were wrapped in bandaged arms. Those arms ran over your back to pull at your arms. Concerned hazel brushing skilled tender fingers under the cloth of your sleeves. Those fingers dancing over the white cloth. His hair falling over his now darkened eyes.

“You too…” he whispered just as you yanked away your arms and held them, still keeping a smile.

Of course, he had to lift your spirits just a bit. So, as you looked away unable to meet his gaze, he got to one knee and pulled your hand to him with a smirk. Kunikida facepalmed realizing the words the brunette would spout next. “Dazai, this was a crime scene. Are you seriously going to… I'm going to kill you!” he shouted stomping over to you two.

Dazai’s eyes met yours as he put his playful smile on. “Would you commit a double suicide with me~?” he hummed before being shoved into a wall. “Kunikidaaaaa! Why would you do something so cruel?!” he dramatically put a hand over his chest and his other hand on his forehead. Kunikida clicked his tongue, turning to you. His eyes reflected only guilt, as if your outburst had been all his fault. Even if you had been dying to talk to somebody about the crumbling emotions for months.

“I’ll think about it, Dazai-san!” you playfully responded to his request. For a moment you truly did feel a flutter of joy.

“I swear if you start doing his habits, I will add to your paperwork!” the worst kind of threat. A threat that made both you and Dazai cringe but chuckle.

“We should get going.” you hummed looking up to the ceiling again. “We do have a family to comfort.” Everybody fell serious and nodded.