#atsushi x reader drabble

[yayll]

~ a little something about Dazai's impeccable detective skills... only when it comes to you ~

"Uh-huh... And you said you were meeting someone last night?" Dazai pretends to jot down this information, his brows slightly furrowed as he scribbles into the notepad he conjured up from his long tan coat just a few seconds ago.

"Yes, that's correct."

"Ah, I see.. Fascinating. And how was it?"

"How was what?"

"Your date." He says, smugly. His head tilts in mock innocence, and his smile stays plastered on his lips while he watches you practically choke on your own spit. Now he's really going to start writing details down...

"Oh, no, it wasn't like that. Nothing that official, heh." You fidget with your fingers, looking down, and suddenly your shoelaces are the most interesting thing you've ever seen. You didn't think questioning would last this long, you weren't even involved in the crime, but this eccentric detective before you says all witnesses are vital for the investigation and you're just doing your civil duty as a valued member of society!

And this drives Dazai insane... how ridiculous that you don't have a clear standing within the life of whomever you were seeing. It should be a crime, really! If you were his, no one would ever hear the end of it. He hums to himself, nodding as if in deep thought as he draws a heart around your name in his notepad, adding his own name right under yours. He clears his throat and looks back up at you, making sure his knees don't give out at the way you seem so bashful around him.

"I beg your pardon? Do I hear that a young and beautiful person has not been swept off their feet successfully?"

Just before you can answer, a young man with white hair and a peculiar asymmetrical haircut runs to Dazai's side. He peers at his notes, and nervously chimes in.

"Er, Dazai? Mister Kunikida wanted me to come find you, but I didn't think you'd actually be working- Why are there so many hearts drawn-"

Dazai immediately moves his hand over the young man's face and comically shoves it away from his notepad, still smiling at at you. He speaks through gritted teeth and a nervous chuckle.

"Not now, Atsushiiiii, I'm working~"

This causes Atsushi to grumble, his face deflating into an annoyed sigh as his gloved hand scratches the top of his head.

"But Dazai, this is kind of important, and I really don't want to have to be the one to tell Kunikida that you're slacking off again..."

Dazai instantly snaps his head to look at Atsushi, pointing at you with dramatic flair, his voice reaching a mocking pitch.

"Oh, but I'm not, young Atsushi! I've come out here on pure basic instinct... I'm conducting a very serious investigation, and so unfortunately Kunikida and the rest of the folks at the agency will just have to wait for my genius intellect to come up with a tantalizing resolve. Get Ranpo to help. 'Kay byeee!~"

Dazai grabs you by the arm and though the gesture is hasty, he's surprisingly very gentle as he drags you away from the white haired young man. You're now standing outside a cafe and Dazai takes out what looks like a business card, presenting it to you. He scans your slightly confused face, and thinks about what other precious faces you'd make for him if he stuck around you long enough like the hound dog he is. He wonders if you'd let him touch your arm again, maybe even your hand... maybe even your-

"Are you okay, Dazai?" You ask in slight concern. Oops! He's been nonverbal for too long. He shakes his head rapidly and lets out a soft chuckle.

"Never been better! Here, take this, it's my personal contact. I think I've got all the notes I need to finish my work, but I seem to be missing one last thing-"

He proceeds to lean in a little, his now softened hazelnut eyes looking into yours intently, and his voice becoming drastically more serious. There's a glint of sincerity, and an emotion you can't quite place, but it makes your blood pressure spike and your cheeks flush at the casual intimacy of it all.

"... A time and date so I can see you again, perhaps?"

You feel yourself feeling giddy, and slightly stammer as your response flows out of you coyly.

"Ooh well, maybe tomorrow in the evening? I'll be off of work then. We can um, get coffee here?" You nod your chin up at the cafe sign, and flash him a soft smile. A smile that will keep him happily satiated until tomorrow.

"Ah, then it's a date! An official one..." He winks at you, and pats the top of your head, the feeling is light and angelic. By the time you recover, he's gone. You get a last glimpse of the way the tail of his coat swishes as he sharply turns the corner of the street, and you stand there smiling like a giddy schoolgirl. What you don't know is he does the very same thing, thinking about how playing with the fire of his own destiny is worth ruining if he could cement himself into your heart. In his adoring eyes, you could do no wrong. That's his job.

[rshoumon]

HOW BSD BOYS KISS YOU

࿐ྂ how surreal it feels … with your lips pressed against mine

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: dazai, chuuya, atsushi, akutagawa

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: a mention of near death-experience, but nothing explicit. otherwise, enjoy the fluff ;)

𝐀/𝐍: back after a forever of being on hiatus lol! i hope you all enjoy <3

DAZAI:

when he kisses you, the man has not the slightest ping of shame. be it in the armed detective agency office building or on the street, he’ll grab you by the waist when you least expect it and go in for the kiss. it’s starts out sweet … always. you savor the moment of peace with his lips lingering over your own as a soft act of affection. sometimes it’ll end that way, but there are the exceptions when he’s either feeling touch starved or jealous. that’s when he’ll hold onto you for a second longer and deepen your kiss with an overwhelming hunger.

CHUUYA:

he’s always been a gentleman to you, and that doesn’t change whenever he feels the sudden urge to kiss you. it’ll always start with a light tap on your shoulder to grab your attention before he places his lips over your own. he generally likes to keep these acts of affection in the privacy of your home and out of the eyes of his colleagues, but there are moments when he’ll slip in a kiss when he thinks no one is looking. his kisses are always soft, you might even say hesitant, as if he’s scared you’ll pull away. of course, every time you return the kiss, he’s reassured of your love and will continue on.

𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜:

atsushi kisses you like you’re the most precious thing in the world … because to him, there isn’t anything more he could imagine that matters more than you. his hands will softly grasp your bicep as he presses his lips against your temple, then your cheek, and finally your lips. the look in his honeycomb eyes are as calming as the midnight glow of the moon, casting its protective light against you. you can’t help but ask for more, leaning in to steal an innocent kiss of your own before backing away with a playful laugh. no matter how flustered he is because of this, he can’t help but laugh as well.

𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗪𝗔:

his kisses are hesitant and cautious, as if anything more would startle, and ultimately cause you to flee. he would initiate most kisses on your forehead. simple, but effective. the more comfortable he became with the action, the more bold he would become. eventually, after a particularly grueling mission that resulted in your near-death experience, you’d find akutagawa’s lips pressed against yours. frustrated at your stubbornness to stay by his side … but also grateful, a message exchanged through the fiercest kisses you’ve ever experienced. both your lips crashing against each other to express your overwhelming emotions.

[sonder-paradise]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 — 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐠𝐬

◊ ft. dazai, chuuya, atsushi, akutagawa, kunikida

◊ genre. fluffy fluff hehe

◊ synopsis. the twists and turns of their heart upon first meeting you

𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 is quiet for the first time in forever. The once extravagant, outgoing persona he places for the world folds together neatly as he stares at you from across the room. You quite literally took his breath away. There's no other emotion in his eyes other than pure amazement. Dazai didn't think there was ever a person that could make his heart pound and thud against his chest. Of course, the moment his legs stop feeling like jelly, he's approaching you with a grin.

𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 stops and stares like an idiot. Perhaps it was his own fault for getting all reckless and tongue-tied but the moment he catches you in the corner of his eye, he stops his exclamations and turns a pretty shade of red. He's covering his face with a hand and prying his eyes off your form. He can't seem to stop the pounding in his head and the heat in his cheeks. He attempts to cover up his nerves with another sharp exclamation before waving those around him away.

𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 finds himself confused and confounded. Just a normal day and suddenly he's staring at you with no regard for getting caught. He's unfamiliar with this budding emotion in his chest and without even noticing, your eyes meet his and he instantly looks away with his skin turning rosy. To think he'd be so befuddled and silly staring at a random person. But... he can't help but snatch another look the second you're distracted.

𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 ignores it at first. At least, he tries. He immediately looks away from you, trying to figure out the source of this peculiar emotion now blooming inside of him. Then you smile and give him a friendly wave and surely he's done for. Perhaps you've cast some sickness ability upon him because he can't seem to find the words to explain this illness taking root. So, he covers his face with a hand, pretending to cough away this love bug.

𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐚 didn't plan for this. All the journals, the organization, the missions, the ideals didn't plan for this to happen. But he's certain of his feelings the second his eyes match yours. He greets you calmly with a curt smile and a firm handshake, but inside he trembles like a leaf in a storm. You're brilliant and charming, and somehow everything he's been looking for all at once.

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[teadari]

The young lady, as is often the case with those whose souls are wrapped in tenderness and fragility, too frequently surrendered to night visions, failing to find joy in her waking days. Her dreams were like gray clouds hanging over a sunny sky—disrupting the harmony of her slumber and robbing her of peace, stealing precious hours that could have been spent in blissful serenity.

Before moving in with her partner, she, like a mysterious specter, concealed her torment, daring not to confide in a single soul. Yet that fateful night, when her nightmares reached their peak, finally compelled her to speak.

— At Night —

She dreamed of a dark forest where the leaves of the trees rustled underfoot like living beings, whispering unknown words with each cautious step she took. The forest, shrouded in ominous silence, created an atmosphere that pressed down on her chest, making her heart race as if sensing the approach of some sinister ventriloquist. Chills, like cold streams, slid down her spine, confirming that this emptiness was filled with something vague and threatening.

But the most terrifying sight, like a foreboding storm cloud, awaited her ahead. After walking a short distance, she suddenly stumbled upon what she feared most—a vision capable of tearing her soul apart. Her dearest person, the one whose love she had cherished in her heart, had succumbed to darkness and committed a dark deed that forever altered her perception of everything that had ever existed.

Dazai hung from the tree like a sorrowful fruit, not yet ripe for its time; the rope tightly wrapped around his neck constricted his life with the same relentless cruelty that fate showed to anyone who dared to rise against its chains. His eyes, empty and perpetually dark, radiated the same bottomless sadness as the very trees surrounding him—gloomy sentinels standing at the threshold between life and death. His body dangled like a piece of fresh meat, recently severed from the throes of passion—alive and dead at once, with drops of endured sorrow poised to fall like autumn leaves into the abyss of oblivion.

His appearance pierced her soul like an unrelenting cold, and fear, like a dark cloud, filled the insides of the observing girl, frozen in horror at the sight before her. Tears—an indistinct shadow of grief—silently rolled down her cheeks, leaving traces on her pale skin like deep, carved lines on an ancient marble slab. In that moment, she realized the truth: the world is full of suffering and merciless fates—every heart, regardless of its nobility, pays tribute to the relentless circumstances in which life and death intertwine in an endless dance.

As she gazed at this agonizing sight, she wept through her dreams, her sobs like a mournful breeze reaching the ears of the young man, stirring him from sweet oblivion. On that night, when the world seemed wrapped in a soft veil of silence, he suddenly felt his heart overflowing with unease.

— Darling? Darling!— he said, gently shaking her by the shoulders, hoping to dispel the ominous foreboding that loomed like leaden clouds on the horizon.

But she only cried in silence, tightly embracing Dazai, trying to shield herself from the storms raging within her soul. Nestling against his warm chest, she sought the comfort that only he seemed able to provide.

— Don’t leave me...— her voice, choked with sobs, carried a timid plea, piercing through the darkness like a slender beam of light breaking through dense clouds.

— I won’t leave you, I promise, — he replied, embracing her tenderly, as if those simple words could heal all her internal wounds. He ran his fingers through Ohiko's hair and gently placed a warm kiss on her forehead—one that ignited a flame capable of warming even the coldest corners of their worlds.

As dawn broke and the first rays of sunlight began to filter through the curtains, illuminating the room with its morning glow, the situation became clear. She, as expected, poured out everything in tears and hysteria, like a turbulent stream breaking free from its dammed course. But, fortunately, all turned out well, as often happens in life, where the unfamiliar and the grand collide with our fragility.

Upon learning the entire story, the young man stood still in thought, bewildered by the realization that the world they lived in was filled with horrors and uncertainty. From that moment on, his heart, once overflowing with something infinitely precious, became filled with a care that, like a strong balm, soothed the wounds that caused suffering. Every gesture he made, every act of kindness, was infused with love, like the air carrying the scent of fresh greenery after the rain.

He tried to protect her from all the horrors of the world, from those unknown shadows that could loom over their happiness at any moment. His care lifted the weight of worries and doubts from her shoulders, helping her return to life once more.

And once again, she realized that she was truly needed by him, just as a flower needs the sun to grow and bloom.

The little tiger, innocent and carefree, had no idea of the heavy burden his girlfriend was carrying—a poor soul deprived of peace and healthy sleep for three long days. With sincere naivety, much like a child playing in the meadows, he embraced the world around him, oblivious to the storm brewing behind him and the reality that his role in this unfolding drama might not be as carefree as he wished to believe.

Yet, the final drop that overfilled the cup of her suffering was a single dream—vivid and alluring like the gentle dawn of the first rays of light, yet at the same time ominous enough to awaken the dormant fears in her heart. In this dream, where delicate threads of her anxieties intertwined, she faced a deep pain that pierced her chest like a knife's edge, leaving behind a gaping wound filled with dark thoughts of loss and loneliness.

This dream, which seemed to come with good intentions, turned against her, becoming a symbol of her inner struggles and anxieties.

Unaware of her torment, the little tiger continued to live in his own world, vibrant and colorful, inadvertently leaving his beloved alone with her dark thoughts. And in this contrast lay, as always, a profound truth: love is often blind, allowing us to see only superficial joys while invisible scars hide in our hearts, yearning for light and understanding.

The Dream Itself

Ohiko found herself in her parents' home, a quiet corner that seemed to hold all her darkest memories. Within those walls, steeped in the spirit of unearned suffering, she had spent some of the least pleasant years of her youth—echoes of youthful dreams fading into the heavy, gray routine of life.

In the room where she now stood, a dim twilight reigned: shadows of the past filled every corner, and only a solitary bulb illuminated her small space, intertwining memories of pain. Those faint rays resembled her hopes—they shone, but could not light everything, thus only highlighting her loneliness, repeatedly drawing her back to a time when the world seemed divided into black and white.

In the dim light, two silhouettes could be discerned, seemingly engaged in a fierce argument—their voices, echoing off the walls, resembled whirlwinds rushing through the space.

At first glance, this might have seemed like an ordinary scene typical of any family turmoil, where passions spill over into a silent standoff, creating a semblance of familiar drama.

But then something unexpectedly surfaced in her memory—a poignant feeling that awakened long-forgotten images, reminding her of moments of joy, bright dreams, and youthful exhilaration that had left her so long ago. It was as if shadows emerging from the depths of her consciousness began to whisper once more.

It was that terrible day, forever etched in Ohiko's memory as a dark stain—the day when childhood dreams turned into nightmares. Ten years ago, on a Monday evening, when the world seemed shrouded in a gentle shadow, her stepfather became a manifestation of cruel and merciless fate, more irritable than ever. His brutality and penchant for alcoholic solace merged into one soulless being, and on that fateful night, he committed an act that could neither be justified nor forgotten—the murder of her mother.

Noticing the presence of his eight-year-old stepdaughter, the man, like a beast tormented by his own demons, was once again consumed by a simple yet monstrous rage—he beat her and, unable to contain his fury, locked her in a room, as if it were an old dungeon where the darkest dreams came true. The moment the door slammed shut with a deafening bang that echoed through the corners, Ohiko felt the very foundations of her reality tremble beneath her feet. The regular pounding—desperate, brutal attempts to break free—became her sole purpose, even as she realized with each effort that this struggle was not just against the lock, but against life itself, which had no intention of releasing her from its shadows.

Barely gathering the remnants of her strength, she managed to survive like a plant pushing through cracks in the asphalt—fragile yet tenacious, reaching for the light despite the harsh winds. And when time, in its merciless march, caught up with her and she turned sixteen, fate decided to exact revenge for her unbearable suffering. Her stepfather suffered a heart attack, sudden as all misfortunes, and he died, leaving behind only emptiness and fear.

Let’s return to the dream.

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Even after many years, the fear that once gripped her heart resurfaced in the darkest corners of her mind. The same circumstances that had once scorched her youth now weighed heavily upon her shoulders—the death of her beloved mother, the horror reflected in every drop of blood that remained on the walls.

And, most importantly, the cold gaze filled with hatred pierced her soul like a chilling wind from distant lands. It was not just a look, but an entire abyss, absorbing all the pain and suffering that had once tormented her. A terrifying silhouette, like a shadow of the forgotten, slowly approached her—a reminder of fears buried deep in the past, only to break free once more.

The nightmare, confined within the tiny cage of her soul, did not end, and with horror, she realized that as it broke through the night’s darkness, it was infiltrating her reality, robbing her of comfort and peace. Suddenly, her consciousness, shattering the chains of sleep, awakened her in a cold sweat, as if life itself were breaking free from the depths of long-held traumas.

Thus, in this silent confrontation between the past and the present, Ohiko understood: fear is not just an emotion; it is an eternal shadow that follows us on the path to liberation. It becomes a part of our existence, like a scar that reminds us of the battles fought in youth, and only by facing it head-on can one find inner strength and realize that true freedom may not lie in the absence of fear, but in the ability to live with it, accepting it as an unchanging companion on the journey toward the light.

Salty tears quietly fell onto her palms, resembling raindrops cascading onto parched earth, traveling through her tormented soul. However, the sweet boy was not by her side—Atsushi was still at work, seemingly consumed by responsibilities that pulled him into their endless depths, leaving her alone with the burdens that had piled up around her.

In that endless night, when the stars, like distant companions, watched her suffering, she could not sleep; the hysteria that burned in her heart grew increasingly intrusive and scattered, like a fierce hurricane tearing through the wastelands of her mind. Time felt stretched, hateful and merciless, and every whisper in the night only emphasized her inner uncertainty.

Atsushi returned almost at dawn, as the first glimpses of light began to carve their way through the enveloping darkness. His voice, like rain, filled with confusion:

— Ohiko-chan? — he asked, wary of disrupting the fragile peace that hung between them, still unaware of the weight of her sorrow. He didn’t know what to do; his heart, brimming with love and concern, tightened in his chest.

Approaching her in bewilderment, he gently took her trembling hands in his, as if fearing he might break her, worn down by the intertwining of her anxieties and fears.

The only thing he could think to do in that tumultuous moment was to embrace her, holding her tightly as if he wished to protect her from all the storms raging outside their little world. His touch, like gentle whispers of a spring breeze, was so soft and warm that it seemed capable of melting even the coldest strings of sorrow that bound her heart. In that embrace, filled with genuine love and care, all the dark memories threatening to overwhelm Ohiko dissipated like gray clouds.

When he was near, those terrifying moments that made her tremble with fear and anxiety gradually faded away, evaporating into the void where forgotten sorrows resided.

From that day on, Nakajima, infused with the light that seemed to emanate from her very being, dedicated himself to helping his beloved, ensuring that she would never again suffer such terrifying dreams capable of tearing her from the embrace of reality and plunging her into an abyss.

She never thought that even a great detective, whose oratory skills would make even Mercury envious, could be deceived—yet Ohiko, like a brilliant actor wandering in the shadow of her questionable reputation, accomplished this to perfection. Her skilled performance left no traces, hiding her true feelings behind a mask of serenity and calm that she portrayed so masterfully.

But there was one seemingly insignificant detail, bitterly revealing all her secrets, that gave her pause—those inevitable bags under her eyes, appearing like clouds before a storm, a result of three restless days of sleeplessness. These unfortunate marks of deep, anguished nights, when her mind raced and spewed forth nightmares, would not allow her peace, whispering that life is full of dark alleys and not all secrets are worthy of discovery.

The nightmares had begun exactly three days ago, as if dark forces had suddenly descended upon her. It all started when her clever boyfriend, relying on his intuition and thoughtful reflections, solved another case and, for some unknown reason, drew his beloved into the mysterious depths of his misadventures. He shared every detail with enthusiasm, weaving her into a web of complex intrigues and enigmas, as though he had inadvertently led her behind the scenes of his world, where real passions sometimes intertwined with equally real fears.

Thus, in this grim dance within her mind, Ohiko realized that some secrets, like stubborn shadows, are meant to be buried deep. Each nightmare she experienced was not just a simple dream—it became a painful manifestation of her psyche, intertwined with unfulfilled hopes and fears of what could happen when light confronts darkness.

On yet another agonizing day, when the shadows of fatigue and irritation enveloped her, the sweet-toothed Ranpo, like a keen and sensitive detective, sensed that something was amiss in Ohiko's expression. Her eyes reflected exhaustion, much like a sky heavy with clouds, foreboding nothing good—a brewing storm and inclement weather. His heart, filled with good intentions, raced, and he decided to invite her to spend the night at his home, believing it might lift her spirits and change her mood.

— My sweet, I need you today; no refusals will be accepted, — he said with the kind of insistence that comes from youth and an inexhaustible well of inner resources, completely unaware of her turmoil. Internally, she resisted fiercely, thinking, Not this, anything but this!

Fear tightened around her heart like a painfully taut spring—within her lived the horror that if he ever discovered her secret, he would point out her weaknesses, the traumas she had stored away in the recesses of her memory like moldy pages. The dread that he would expose her essence and lay bare her tender wounds was unbearable. Like an unbloomed flower with a tight bud, she feared revealing the dark core of her soul, especially after the terror that had filled her sleepless nights with the corpse that had suddenly become the embodiment of her deepest fears.

t’s Night Again

Once more, an unpleasant fear gripped her body like a cold chain, slowly penetrating the depths of her mind, paralyzing her will and conjuring images filled with sinister figures. Every unseen rustle, every whisper of the wind seemed to harbor countless horrors, ready to break free like forgotten ghosts eagerly awaiting their turn.

But the most unsettling feeling was yet to come, creeping up on her like a shadow behind her back. Ohiko stood on the empty street, its silence ringing like a prolonged bell warning of an approaching storm. No soul was in sight—only a solitary breeze smoothing her hair, whispering dark secrets that constricted her chest.

On the gray asphalt, a pool of blood spread like a dark stain on a cleansed canvas, its scent hitting her nostrils with such force that her heart froze in the grip of terrible realization. This smell, heavy with metal and death, penetrated her senses, enveloping her in a feeling of hopelessness. And there, on the road nearby, lay a lifeless body—the embodiment of the very horror she had tried to expel from her life.

Its innards, like a sinister chalice, were turned inside out; the eyes seemed to have leaked from their sockets, like exhausted rivers of tears, while the tongue lay sprawled beside the body, forgotten in this gruesome spectacle. Upon witnessing this horrifying scene, the girl felt an involuntary urge to vomit—but this was only the beginning of the atmosphere that was building around her, like a storm before a fierce tempest.

And then, to her utter shock, the dead person suddenly rose and let out a piercing scream that awakened a blend of fear and terror within her, making her ears ring like candle holders struck by the heartbeat of mortal dread. This scream was not merely a sound; it was an outpouring of pain eager to break free from oblivion, like nameless souls longing for redemption.

Suddenly, the deceased turned to her with a mocking sneer, saying, "Coward! Are you afraid of an ordinary corpse? You will never earn the approval of the detective!" hese words were like cold arrows, piercing her soul and leaving behind bitter tears that unconsciously streamed down her cheeks.

In that moment, a surge of despair filled her, and she screamed, “No! No! NO! Stop!” Her voice echoed like thunder in the silent night, teeming with invisible demons. This cry, brimming with aggressive force and desperation, stirred anxious thoughts in Ranpo about the worst possible outcomes—he jumped out of bed, his heart pounding like a drumbeat, heralding an approaching storm filled with fears that had been growing in his soul and unease.

This scene, inspired by ominous shadows, would make anyone ponder the essence of human fear as an inseparable part of our existence. Drawn into this grim game of life, we often confront the reality that horror is commonplace and pervasive, stripping away the veil of our fragility. It then becomes clear that fear frequently transforms into the greatest obstacle on the path to self-discovery; the truth always lies hidden behind the mask of fear, and only those who dare to walk through the darkness can find the light that illuminates the way to their true selves.

But upon seeing the state his beloved was in, he immediately began to wake her, pulling away the shroud of the dark night.

— No, please, stop! — she cried out, like a soul escaping from the dark abyss of fear, still filled with distrust.

— Darling, I’m here, shh... — the brunette whispered softly, holding her close like a comforting sun that chases away the storm. His words were like a gentle breeze wrapping around her, trying to calm the raging tempest within her soul.

— I’m afraid, I… I’m afraid of him, and you’ll laugh at me and leave me now,— she replied, sobbing and still caught in a nervous hysteria, each tear rolling down her cheeks akin to shards of broken glass, reflecting her inner fears.

— Who told you such nonsense? I won’t leave you, and I certainly won’t laugh at you,— he said with a hint of reproach.— Come here, quickly.

In his embrace, like a cozy nest, she felt so warm and safe that, over time, her fear nearly evaporated, and exhausted from her anxieties, she quickly fell asleep. Ranpo, gazing at her sleeping face, pondered how, amidst the chaos of life, there are moments when the deepest fears can be healed by a single touch of love.

He vowed to himself that he would never again share the details of his sorrowful legacies with Ohiko—stories of murders and malicious deeds that left indelible marks on the soul. There should be no place for such horrors in his beloved's life, and this realization felt like the morning light breaking through a thick veil of darkness.

[fabraies-archive]

TRIAL BASIS DATING ft. ATSUMU MIYA

sfw + no warnings. if the man wants a relationship with you, he’s going to have to work for it. ﾟ｡ ꒱

SECOND TEST: PLEASE-PICK-ME-UP-I’M-PISS-DRUNK

“Honestly, where did you even manage to find a guy like him? Were you born with a clover leaf in your ass ?” You friend grunts as she tries to pick you in your drunken state up. It was no later than 2 in the morning, and yet, your lovely boyfriend Atsumu miya was waiting outside of the club, car keys in hand, nervously looking around for any sign that you’re doing okay.

“Leprechaun.” You hold an index up, correcting your best friend, “Actually, scratch that. The whole country of Ireland.” You frown.

“So you’re aware that you’re incredibly lucky to have landed yourself a guy like him ?” Your friend takes a moment from pulling you through the light stained floors to raise her eyebrows at you.

Of course you’re aware. You could not be more aware of how lucky you got, especially now that it’s already started raining outside, and yet the blond shows no sign of moving anytime soon. It melts your heart, and it even makes you slightly nervous because, what if don’t manage to love him the way he deserves? What if you don’t love him the way he loves you?

Before your brain fills with what ifs, your friend manages to pull you through the club’s doors, and you find yourself in your boyfriend’s arms. You don’t have to open your eyes to know it’s him; the slight sent of mahogany and lime are telling you just exactly what you need to know: that you’re home.

A soft kiss is placed on your jawline, a few whispered words accompanied with it, “Come on, Princess, you had your fun, it’s time to rest now.”

You don’t argue, all you want to do is get a good night’s sleep until the consequences of your actions hits you like a truck tomorrow morning.

The car doors close, the engine is revving, and your consciousness slowly gives out. Your head hits the car console, and you can hear some rumbling at the back of the car until something soft is slipped under your head to rest on.

You definitely drift off to sleep somewhere between your boyfriends gentle head-scratching, and the sound of the car engine being turned off. And even though you’re not sure when exactly you fell asleep, you do know one thing: you love Atsumu miya with all your heart.

You wish he knew what you meant when you silently mumbled an ‘I love you’ under your breath, even though, deep down, you’re pretty sure he did.

note. this is very very short but very very sweet so hope you enjoyed! ﾟ｡ ꒱

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[1lenii]

KNB X TALL!Reader

(Might make a fic or hcs)

Some of the boys I think prefer tall s/o

One of these boys being Murasakibara, he seems like one to want a tall s/o as to not wanting to always lean down(could possibly b straining or even annoying)

Or even Aomine who would probably love a tall s/o and for the girls he would love that model look, as canonically he’s into pornos and things like that

I’m a strong believer Akashi, Kagami and Kiyoshi would love a tall s/o as well

Akashi admiring them but if your short he would like it too, he’s not rejecting it if anything he doesn’t mind your height.

Kagami would love a tall s/o for things such as basketball practice and having a opponent on par and realistic to the height of a real game

Kiyoshi is a soft giant, so he would probably love a tall s/o, something about shoulders touching while on date or what not🤷🏽‍♀️

Also we just need more tall s/o fanfics for the lovely tall people<33

But as always anything is up for discussion!! Much love ❀

[inkykeiji]

characters: akutagawa ryuunosuke x reader x dazai osamu

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, noncon/dubcon, daddy kink, female reader, reader is flexible, size difference, dacryphilia, toxic relationships, dom/sub dynamics, ‘ryuu/ryuu-kun’ used as a nickname, degradation, implied abuse, rough sex, hair pulling, akutagawa being rly mean :(

words: 1k

okay okay okay but !!!!! you and akutagawa, who are Daddy dazai’s pretty, special, treasured little babies <3 

you and akutagawa, who are told very sternly to behave while Daddy dazai’s busy, command thrown airily over his shoulder as he exits your shared flat, hints of a threat sewn into his words. 

akutagawa, who hate-fucks you while Daddy dazai’s out because you’re Daddy’s favourite and he’s jealous >:( because he’s smarter than you, stronger than you, better than you; because you were just supposed to be a toy to play with—his toy to play with—you were never supposed to capture Daddy’s heart, were never supposed to take his Daddy away from him!

because why is it you, huh? what’s so special about such a weak little baby? and why isn’t it him! what do you have that he doesn’t! and it should be him! he deserves it way more than you ever will! 

he’s screaming as his cock pumps, plunges, pounds into you, hard enough to jostle your entire body further and further up the floor, back rubbed raw from the rug beneath you. the spit-speckled words, soaked in venom, are splattered across your cheeks, more of them hurled from deep in his chest with each slam of his hips, his hair falling to veil his face as he leans over you, all growls and snarls and pitiful little whines, the bulk of his body weight crushing your knotted body below him. 

everything aches, legs folded and sandwiched between your chests, his trembling thighs framing your hips, his jutting hipbones carving his name into the supple flesh of your ass with each powerful thrust.

drool dribbles from the corners of his mouth in thick cords, swaying with each of his panted breaths, flowing down your neck and over your breasts in slimy droves. 

it’s all so gross. it’s all so good. 

you’re positively sobbing, little fingers curling against his shoulders, nails biting into the thin muscle there as you weep out that stupid nickname you’ve given him like it’s some sort of fucking mantra—a prayer, a plead, ryuu, ryuu, ryuu! 

and, oh, you’re so sickeningly beautiful when you cry, glittering tears looking like streams of melted crystal on your puffy cheeks, stuttered apologies falling from your lips in response to the vicious berating falling from his, sloppy and tangled in spit, hiccups catching painfully in your chest, lodged between your ribs by the brutal snap of his hips.

and, oh, how much he fucking hates you; hates that you’ve come into his life, hates that you’ve taken Daddy away from him, hates that he has to share with someone so idiotic, someone so incompetent. 

you’ll never be worth it, he’s shouting at you, but his voice is cracking, fragmenting into sharp shards that cut his throat as they rush out. you’ll never be good enough!

a hand pulls, yanking your head to the side and a yelp from your tongue, sharp knuckles buried deep in your hair, strands wound around his fingers so tightly they’re cutting off his circulation, sickly pale skin turned bone white, as if the flesh is overexposed. 

he’s getting close now, hips shuddering as he messily humps away at you, teeth sinking halfheartedly into the curve of your neck but never quite latching on, as if the immense pleasure keeps mollifying the action before he can complete it.

cum, cum, you little bitch, cum on my cock! 

and although it’s an order, it sounds like a plead, like he’s begging you to cream all over him, like he’ll fucking die if you don’t. 

so you do, because of course you do, because you always do, because you’re Daddy’s good little girl, which makes you akutagawa’s good little girl, too. 

mine, mine, you’re fucking mine, you hear me? he’s nearly whimpering out, words stammering in time with the clench of your cunt, sharp letters fading into breathy little mewls. you-you—ah, fuck—you be-belong to me, too! my toy!

yes, yes yes, yours, yours, yours! you’re crying out, head nodding in quick little motions as he stuffs you full of cum, thick and burning and so much, so much that you can feel it seeping out of you, rolling down your ass and his balls in big dollops of cream, smearing all over the carpet as his hips twitch with every pathetic throb of his cock, still leaking, slow and lazy.

shivering, you cling to him, tangled body curling into his heaving chest as he collapses on his side, desperate for comfort and attention and all the things he can only clumsily give to you, awkward and inexperienced and terrified. 

you better not tell Daddy about this, he tells you in a low voice as his fingertips trail up your spine, words mumbled into your hair. 

i won’t, you promise, nuzzling against his sternum, sealing your promise with a gentle kiss that sends shocks buzzing through his veins, whole body flinching with the impact.

but while akutagawa might be smarter, stronger, better than you, Daddy is smarter, stronger, better than him. 

and Daddy knows exactly what he’s done. 

oh yes, Daddy knows, the moment he steps through the threshold and into the flat. Daddy can smell it in the air, musky and dense with sweat and sex; can see it in your trembling expressions, in your bloodshot eyes and salt-stained lashes, dried in crusty clumps; can hear it in your fucked raw voices, hoarse and wrecked from cries and screams and moans. 

and when Daddy inspects your body and finds it painted with akutagawa-sized handprints, well. someone’s about to get in a hell of a lot of trouble. 

i thought Daddy told you to behave, dazai begins, slow, frigid, words sending chills skittering across your flesh, despite the fact that he’s not looking at you. you know—better than most, i’d say—what happens when you disobey me, don’t you, ryuu-kun?

of course. of course he does. 

he gets punished. 

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

✫☼☾☁ | ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY | ☁☾☼✫

𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 (✫) & 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 (☾)

[𝘿𝙖𝙯𝙖𝙞 𝙊𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙪]

𝐀 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐟é (✫)

Guess its worth a shot, a shot of caffeine

𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 (✫) [𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥]

Dazai finds Y/N under the Blossom trees.

𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 (✫) (𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥)

They swear as they see, she will be the last soul they will sacrifice for the battle.

Reunions with Blood and Tears (✫) (Requested)

Headcanon: Dazai is reunited with his lover after his escape

History hates lovers (✫)

You and him were something indescribable and sometimes you wish, you never met him

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 ( ☾ )

Wishes could come true on shooting stars and they hoped theirs did too.

Swan dive (✫) [𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥]

Dazai was lowkey concerned. barely but yes

Little meets (✫) [𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥]

Life is interesting when you have someone to chase to.

Rain ( ☾ )

Drabble: Nothing can ever go wrong, right?

Just for a minute [✫]

Oneshot: For a minute, everything will be fine

𝗠𝗢𝗩𝗜𝗘𝗘𝗘𝗘 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗘 (✫)

Oneshot: Just one movie night with them [Dazai x reader x chuuya [pm era]]

𝗥𝗲𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 (✫)

Oneshot: Even after rejection, you still loved him.

Crown (✫)

Prompt: Even if he had to suffer for eternity, he would make you wear the crown.

By the bookstore (✫)

You met him after a long time at the bookstore, with your daughter

𝗣𝗢𝗣𝗨𝗟𝗔𝗥 (Headcanon)

Dazai with a Reader but she more handsome and popular than him

[𝙍𝙖𝙣𝙥𝙤 𝙀𝙙𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙬𝙖]

Oblivious in love (✫) (𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥)

No matter how smart they are, love makes them blind

Types of Affection [✫]

Them and how they show each type of Affection. Ft Dazai, Ranpo, Atsushi, Chuuya and Akutagawa

Bliss [star] (requested)

ranpo and y/n eating snickers

[𝙆𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙙�� 𝘿𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤]

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 (✫)

Where Kunikida reunites with his old friend, never expecting the events to turn out this way.

Coldshakes (✫) (𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥)

half slipped confessions because in the end we need to pay the bill

[𝘼𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞 𝙉𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙟𝙞𝙢𝙖]

𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 ( ☾ )

Maybe in another reality, things work out normal

Types of Affection [✫]

Them and how they show each type of Affection. Ft Dazai, Ranpo, Atsushi, Chuuya and Akutagawa

[𝙔𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙤 𝘼��𝙞𝙠𝙤]

𝗚𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗶𝗲𝘀 ( ☾ )

Memories are for smiling, even if it pains you

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[ravencincaide]

Your Nervous Weretiger 

Summary: Your waretiger was nervous and it was your job to reassure him. OR what happens moments before you have to leave on a mission right around Valentine's time?

Pairing: Reader x Atsushi Nakajima

Part of: Short fics (Valentine edition)

Enjoy~

Your little weretiger was nervous. 

You could tell by the way he fidgeted at his desk; pretended to look at the computer without clicking or changing anything. Then, almost absentmindedly, his purple-yellow eyes flickered towards you where they’d linger. You could feel the intensity of his gaze as his eyes run you up and down; the way they lingered on the hilt of your gun or the pouch full of bullets and other emergency supplies.  

You could practically hear him rattle up in his head all your typical mission supplies, checked and re-reched whether you had everything with you. An energy bar? Water? Tea? 

You found it adorable how much he worried. 

Yet as you met his gaze with a reassuring smile, Atsushi’s eyes would widen. His expression screamed that he hadn’t noticed his own staring, then his face dusted a light pink shade.  He’d duck his head down so only the very top light grey strands would be visible and fake-work again. His fingers nervously flickered through the files on his desk. His body language screamed ‘working’; he was working. He swore he was.  

“ Ready to go?” You tore your gaze away from Atsuhi and you turned to face your partner in crime for the mission. 

“ Almost,” you replied with a smile “ Give me five?” 

You saw Dazai frown then flicker his attention to Atsushi then back to you. A knowing look on his face- a lewd grin which seemed to encourage you  “ See ya in the car~” 

You knew you had better chances of finding him in the nearby cafe OR bar. 

Still you waved him off before you slowly and quietly made your way towards Atsushi. The very nervous Atsushi who firmly stared at a half empty piece of paper in his hands, his mind so obviously elsewhere it was almost comical to look at. After all, no one took this long to read the mission brief. It was called a ‘brief’ for a reason. 

“ Whatcha doing?” you poked Atsushi’s shoulder, then raised an eyebrow as he screamed and flew up from his chair. “ What’s wrong?” you asked innocently as if you hadn’t already guessed the answer. 

You watched Atsushi; saw his nervousness, the way he chewed his lips raw. The shake of his hands, the bob of his adams apple as he swallowed until; “ W-would you like- to-spend-valentine's-day-with-me” Atsushi bowed in front of you.

You crocked an eyebrow in surprise, took a moment to try and decipher the mix of words he had just thrown at you in a shy, embarrassed haze. Still it was a private question in such a formal matter, and you found it absolutely adorable. A giggle made it past your lips before you leaned forward, so you could catch his eyes even as he stared firmly at the floor. 

“ ‘course, you’re my boyfriend, who else would I spend it with?” you flapped your lashes innocently watching his mouth open, then close, as he processed your words. Then he realized his own ridiculous behavior and grew more rigid. 

“ Ahh well- it’s – we haven’t since– and it’d be our first and–” Atsushi fidgeted with his hands still not looking at you.

You swore that if he was in his waretiger form, then his ears would be flattered against his head, and his tail would drum against the floor. You could practically hear it; thud-thud-thud. Biting back yet another giggle you focused on the nervous mess of a boy in front of you. 

“ I’ll see you after the mission Atsu” you gave him a peck on the lips, lingered long enough to see his cheeks dust a darker red at the nickname and the memories it brought back. Then you were off, darting down the ADA halls to catch up to Dazai. The faster you started, the faster you’d be able to  get this mission over and done with. 

After all, your little weretiger was nervous, shy and excited. And you couldn’t wait to be back to reassure him, and show him that you meant every word when you called him your boyfriend, your partner, your mate. 

Author note: Happy Valentines day! I hope you smiled at this little Atsushi sweetness and my first attempt at writing a fic with him.

Hope you enjoyed 🩷

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[luvfy0dor]

Hello! I was wondering if you could maybe write bsd x gn or m reader who’s proficient enough in Japanese to.. well, manage, but still isn’t great at it? Not sure who you write for but maybe Atsushi or Dazai or Ranpo?

(Totally didn’t just request this because I’m learning Japanese and some of this grammar and kanji are killing me lmaooo)

Thanks :DDD

"A Little Help!! ♡⁠˖" Atsushi Nakajima x M!Reader

Warnings; I have very minimal knowledge on Japanese, so please do bare with me lol, probably bad translations, but other than that pure fluff!!

Description; Atsushi and Ranpo helping their partner with their Japanese skills

A/N; IM SO SORRY I ONLY DID ONE CHARACTER BC I HAVE VERY LIMITED KNOWLEDGE ON THE LANGUAGE AND DIDNT WANNA REPEAT SCENARIOS SO I USED GOOGLE TRANSLATE BUT I PUT WHAT ITS SUPPOSED TO SAY AT THE BOTTOM BUT PLS DO TELL IF YOU WANT ME TO RE-WRITE IT THO I ABSOLUTELY WILL ♡ GOOD LUCK IN YOUR LEARNING 💓

Atsushi is gonna teach you everything you need to know if you're struggling with the language. He'll teach you how to memorize and recognize the kanji since he is well acquainted with the symbols.

Scenario !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Recently, you've really been taking the initiative to better your Japanese skills, but identifying all the different kanji was quite the hurdle to jump without landing flat on your face. When speaking the language, you had no problem with basic stuff, but when it came to actually reading the language, it got a little more difficult. Luckily for you, you happened to have a boyfriend who was fluent in the language.

Occasionally you would hang around the Ada, using it as an opportunity to utilize the words and phrases you knew. Ofcourse there was some anxiety regarding conversation going further than you pleased and crossing into topics you couldn't fluently speak on. You figured it could be a good learning experience though, so you powered through the long days at the agency, acting as a secretary.

Your ears perked up at the quiet sound of the door opening, a woman walking in, your boyfriend Atsushi following behind her. You give them both a small smile, not quite sure if she was going to speak with you or not yet. Then, she opened her mouth.

"Kon'nichiwa, Kunikida-san to hanashite mo īdesu ka?" ¹ She asks, her head tilted ever so slightly. Her short brown hair sways to one side while she speaks. You think for a moment before replying

"Mōshiwakearimasenga, kare wa ima koko ni imasen." ² You tell her, remembering that Kunikida and Ranpo had gone somewhere on investigation earlier that morning and have yet to return. You give her that one look of faux sympathy or apology as you talk. Atsushi listens to you speak, smiling and giving you a thumbs up from behind the woman, essentially cheering you on. He walks around the woman and stands at your side.

"Ā, daijōbudesu. Ashita no yoyaku o shite mo īdesu ka?" ³ You swallowed a small lump on your throat before looking over at Atsushi for help. "She wants to make an appointment for tomorrow to speak with Kunikida. Do you know how to reply?" He asks, a reassuring smile on his face. "Kare wa mada gengo o benkyō-chūdesuga, wa i, dekimasu." ⁴ You hear him say to the woman, to which she replies with an understanding nod. You wrack your brain quickly for a response, and you find one.

"Nanji?" You reply, praying that you remembered the correct phrase for your question, but when you aren't met with a small giggle or sigh of annoyance, you feel a lot better. She tells you the time and asks to have it written down on a small piece of paper because of her poor memory. You grabbed a sticky note from the desk with a pen, scribbling down the time and handing it to her. Atsushi watches you write, his gaze soft as he takes a seat next to you. The woman thanks you and leaves, the door clicking again just as it had done when she entered.

"See, you did pretty good." He says with a smile, resting his head in his hand. You sigh, doubtful of your accuracy in the conversation. "Yeah, I probably did, but I couldn't have the conversation fully on my own. You had to translate one of her sentences." You say, putting your head down and resting it on your folded forearms. He rubs your back gently, patting it after a couple seconds.

"Hey, that's not a bad thing. Me telling you what that means is only gonna help you recognize it later." He says, trying his best to reassure you. "If you really want to be able to strive without..in the moment help, you can always ask me to teach you stuff." He smiles warmly. You give him a smile and sit upwards again, his hand sliding down to the small of your back now.

"That would actually be really nice." You stare into his pretty eyes, taking in his facial features, seemingly studying them harder than you studied Japanese. He blushed under your stare and averted his eyes to look at his lap instead. "What specifically do you have a hard time with?" He says, his voice relatively quiet as you both sat in the otherwise silent room. "Kanji." You reply instantly, knowing that if a part of a language could oppose you, it would be kanji.

Your boyfriend nods in understanding, having figured that kanji would be your toughest subject, given how similar a lot of them look. "Okay. You can come back to my apartment tonight if you want and I can teach you. We can scrape together some money and buy take out, too." He says with a smile. You nod in agreement before you both go about the rest of your day, eagerly looking forward to that evening.

When you both arrive back to his apartment, Atsushi grabs some paper and pens, handing you one of them. He guides you to sit at the kitchen table. He writes down some kanji symbols in his neatest handwriting.

"Alright, here, tell me the difference between these two." On the paper, the symbols "緑" and "縁" are written. "Well..the bottom right corners are different from the other." You say. He nods in confirmation. "Yeah! See? You have to really observe each symbol." He says with a smile. This goes on for a while, Atsushi teaching you how to differentiate the symbols as well as telling you their meanings before you've both tired yourselves out enough to nearly fall asleep as soon as your body hit the couch. Atsushi hugged your torso as he layed on your chest, his head in the crook of your neck.

"But yeah, that's basically as simple as it is." He says with a yawn, seemingly dismissing the topic of your second language for the moment. You brush some of his hair out of his face while he cuddles into your chest some more. "Yeah, I mean, it really doesn't seem that hard, but it's easier to say something like that then to act like it." You murmur back, pressing a gentle kiss to his head. "But I've got such a great boyfriend to help me, huh?" You say happily, to which he nods. "And I've got such a great boyfriend to teach."

A/N #2; here's the guide as promised 😞💔 this sat in my drafts for like the past two weeks but im so glad i finally fulfilled it. Sometimes

1~ Hello, may I speak with Kunikida?

2~ I'm sorry, he's not here right now.

3~ Oh, its alright. Can I make an appointment for tomorrow?

4~ hes still learning the language, but yes, you can

5~ What time?

[lynxxyyy]

I wanna give Akutagawa a big kiss. That’s it that’s the entire post

[blake-elladonna]

♡ Coerce ♡

✑ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟒𝟔𝟒

✑ 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: When Atsushi’s crush on You — the new server who works at the cafe on the first floor of the agency — is discovered, Kyouka takes matters into her own hands.

“Kyouka! Have you seen my phone anywhere? Kyouka?” Atsushi peeked into their living room and found Kyouka on her tip toes, holding the blinds open with her hand, “Kyouka? What are you doing?” He asked.

“I’m looking.” “You’re looking?” He wasn’t sure what she would be looking for. As he walked over and pulled Kyouka’s spare blankets off of the floor, he folded them. Maybe his phone somehow got mixed up in the mess when he walked by this morning? If it didn’t, he could at least take time to fold her blankets for her. “What are you looking for? Did you lose something too?”

“No, I’m looking for your phone.” Kyouka didn’t bother to look in his direction but he smiled anyway, “Oh, I see. You think I might’ve dropped it outside somewhere. Good call, Kyouka.”

But while Atsushi folded her blankets into small rectangles, a single knock came from the apartment door; and that pulled Kyouka’s attention away from the window. “It’s for you.”

“Huh? It’s for me?” Atsushi stood up and made his way over to the front door, “Who is it?” He pulled the door open; and his body immediately stiffened, turning a bright pink. It wasn’t until Kyouka hit him that he snapped out of it, “Oh—Hi! What are you doing here? I mean— not that you aren’t allowed to be here— it’s just that usually you’re at the agency building and—”

“They found your phone.” Kyouka interrupted. You smiled and Atsushi swore he melted. “Kyouka’s right. You must have left it in the booth you both sat in this morning. It was pushed underneath one of the plates.” You offered his flip phone in your hands and he remained motionless until Kyouka shoved him again. “This is yours, right?”

“O-Oh, yes. Thank you!” “You should be nice and do something to show your appreciation; like ask them out on a date.”

“K—Kyouka!” His frantic remark caused you to laugh and Atsushi went rigid for a moment until he heard your words, “I’d actually love to.”

“Huh—You would? I—I mean, I would like to too! I—I would really like to—” “—That’s his way of saying yes.”

You smiled with a ‘I thought so’ as Atsushi watched you take out a small notepad and turn to an empty page; writing down something until you offered the torn paper to him. “Just let me know when, okay?”

Atsushi nodded. He knew his words would only betray him so it was best to stay quiet. He took the small piece of paper and waved goodbye to you until he closed the front door.

“Come with me.” Kyouka grabbed his wrist and pulled him with great force. “Where—where are we going?” “We’re going to teach you how to interact with people you like.”

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[osamucide]

have atsushi thirst in my drafts. if anyone cares

[chuulyssa]

⸺⸺ M A S T E R L I S T ⸺⸺

𝗚𝗨𝗜𝗗𝗘: ★ smut , ୨୧ fluff , 𓆩♡𓆪 angst , ☾ dark

𝙅𝙐𝙅𝙐𝙏𝙎𝙐 𝙆𝘼𝙄𝙎𝙀𝙉

𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗕𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗦 ୨୧ finding a secret of theirs [gojo, geto, toji, sukuna, nanami] ୨୧ 𓆩♡𓆪 gojo somehow knows exactly when you need him ��� toji can’t wait for your period to end ★ gojo using his blindfold to tie you up ★ it's not sukuna's fault you're so irresistible

𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗦 arranged. [gojo satoru x reader] series tag #prince!gojo ── ★ ୨୧ 𓆩♡𓆪 TELL ME I’M A LITTLE ANGEL, SWEETHEART OF YOUR CITY

𝘽𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙊𝙐 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙔 𝘿𝙊𝙂𝙎

𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗕𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗦 dazai ୨୧ baking cookies for them ୨୧ spanking them ୨୧ confessing to them ୨୧ how they act around their first crush ୨୧ cuddling with dazai ୨୧ beast!zai on your birthday ୨୧ 𓆩♡𓆪 the past causes a hindrance in your present ୨୧ 𓆩♡𓆪 too young to know it gets better, i'll be summer sun for you forever ୨୧ 𓆩♡𓆪 you're so pretty, you're so popular ୨୧ 𓆩♡𓆪 a reason to live ☾ stalker!dazai ★ dazai after coming inside u is fucking pretty ★ i might have to fuck her on the highway [public sex scenarios] ★ asking to sit on their face ★ a short break spent alone in secret won't hurt, right? ★ edging + breeding kink ★ new recruit in his hands ★ ୨୧ something about me got you hooked on my body [favourite body part]

chuuya ୨୧ baking cookies for them ୨୧ spanking them ୨୧ confessing to them ୨୧ how they act around their first crush ୨୧ 𓆩♡𓆪 beast!chuuya in love ★ i might have to fuck her on the highway [public sex scenarios] ★ asking to sit on their face ★ fucking your insecurities away ★ ୨୧ something about me got you hooked on my body [favourite body part]

nikolai ★ i might have to fuck her on the highway [public sex scenarios] ★ ୨୧ something about me got you hooked on my body [favourite body part]

fyodor ୨୧ spanking them ୨୧ confessing to them ★ i might have to fuck her on the highway [public sex scenarios] ★ asking to sit on their face ★ ୨୧ something about me got you hooked on my body [favourite body part]

akutagawa ୨୧ baking cookies for them ୨୧ spanking them ୨୧ confessing to them ★ asking to sit on their face ★ ୨୧ something about me got you hooked on my body [favourite body part]

ranpo ୨୧ baking cookies for them ୨୧ spanking them ୨୧ confessing to them ★ asking to sit on their face ★ ୨୧ something about me got you hooked on my body [favourite body part]

sigma ★ ୨୧ something about me got you hooked on my body [favourite body part]

atsushi ୨୧ confessing to them

kunikida ★ ୨୧ something about me got you hooked on my body [favourite body part]

𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙋𝙄𝙀𝘾𝙀

𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗕𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗦 luffy ୨୧ jealous monster trio + law and ace ୨୧ 𓆩♡𓆪 comforting him post-marineford ୨୧ wherever you stray, i follow [clingy scenarios]

zoro ୨୧ jealous monster trio + law and ace ୨୧ wherever you stray, i follow [clingy scenarios]

sanji ୨୧ jealous monster trio + law and ace ୨୧ wherever you stray, i follow [clingy scenarios]

ace ୨୧ jealous monster trio + law and ace ★ ୨୧ it’s you and me, that’s my whole world

law ୨୧ jealous monster trio + law and ace

𝙈𝙐𝙇𝙏𝙄𝙁𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙊𝙈

୨୧ im in your bra now >_< ୨୧ bath time ୨୧ ur too pretty ୨୧ hes touchy (and jealous) ୨୧ perverted but innocent ୨୧ hes in love ୨୧ hes NOT cute :< ୨୧ when you flirt ୨୧ hes pining ୨୧ group project ୨୧ hes clingy 24/7 ★ body worship ★ hickeys ★ breeding ★ helping you move on ★ when hes a gentleman ★ when hes so stoic ★ hes TOO big

𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀

[discontinued]

୨୧ l lawliet visits your cafe ☾ light as your yandere hcs ★ giving light yagami head under the desk / drabble ★ drunk and driven with light ★ behind the camera with light ★ kidnapped by mello ★ after dark with l lawliet

© chuulyssa, 2024 - do not copy, plagiarize or repost any of my works on any platforms. do not translate.

[teadari]

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚💐♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚💐

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

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

ᡣ𐭩Nakahara Chuuyaᡣ𐭩

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

˚˖𓍢🦢˚Dazai Osamu˚˖𓍢🦢˚

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

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

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

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

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

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

∞♡ Nakajima Atsushi ∞♡

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

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

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

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

💕⃝🕊️ 💕⃝🕊️🥀Kunikida Doppo💕⃝💕⃝🕊️🥀

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

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

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

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

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

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

❤︎Fyodor Dostoevsky❤︎

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🕊️~ After some time. ~🕊️

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

Then, an unexpected understanding dawned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Dear newlyweds!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🤍-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ-🤍-ˋˏ ༻ ❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ-🤍

[elizais]

osamuisms

dazai x fem!reader drabble

dazai is fidgety. not a surprise to anyone who has ever interacted with the man. a lot of times, not even in a romantic way. atsushi often gets hair ruffles, kunikida has found dazai toying with the dividers on the tabs for cases, mindlessly clicking his pen.. so many little quirks. sometimes new ones emerged for a little bit, old ones came back up.. and so on.

when the two of you were just friends, you noticed these behaviours. annoying? most certainly not, these little things that make humans.. human are wonderfully spectacular will definitely never be annoying. closer to interesting, a close cousin of being anomalous. that would be a better word. at cafe uzumaki, the belt of his coat is always undone as he would thoughtlessly roll it up over and over again as he spoke about whatever piqued his interests that day.

possibly, it was the way the part of his bandages on his (usually left) wrist were frayed after a little while as his long fingers found their way to pull at them as he was deep in thought. once the two of you started dating though, what used to be mannerisms that only applied to certain things - they evolved to you.

any jewellery you wear? consider them toys to twist around as he holds your hand as you explain your point in a meeting as he adds in "mhm"s and "hm.."s towards your ideas and explanations. you're wearing sunglasses? if you hand them to him for a second any detailing on the sides will be traced over by his thumb at least a dozen times. trying to do your hair? he is behind you playing with it.

these weren't necessarily anxious or paranoid figures of showing his emotions, just little.. 'osamuisms' as they became known in your household. and these osamuisms stealthily crept their way towards you. osamuisms embedded themselves in your routine.

waking up and finding the hem of the shirt he is wearing and tracing small drawings onto it with your eyes still shut? osamuism. following the tales of his scars that graced his body? osamuism. knowing how many freckles and moles are on his body? osamuism. playing with one end of his coat belt while he plays with the other? osamuism. playing with his fingers as you do any task?? osamuism.

osamuisms were infectious, a malady no antibiotics could jettison. catch an osamuism? you're stuck with it for life! legend has it an osamuisms only cure is to drown it out with another osamuism. either way, goodluck !!