#bsd fic ideas

[thelesbododo]

I kinda want to make an skk fic based on this crazy theory I made at 3 am like a month

So basically Dazai is a ghost of some sort who died at 14 long before he met mori saved him but instead of his usual ability it instead like brought him back from the dead, just not quite as a human, which becomes the reason for why he has the whole "I'm not human" mentality. Since he's technically dead, he can't die again, and that's why all of his attempts fail. Along with that it's part of the reason he is so ruthless when he's killing, since he can't die he begins to resent the people who can (which only made Oda's death worse for him) Also the reason abilities don't work on him is because he's dead and while he does have a physical body, he is not there enough for the abilities to work on him and so instead they just stop working

(Also I like to think that the eyeless dazai panel is how his real ghost form look)

There are two options for how the story takes place

1) after the whole thing with Fyodor (and almost everyone will be alive because I said so) and dazai gets picked for the Mafia deal, so skk is back together for Good and they take a job that result in dazai having to ghosty things anx then it somehow leads them to dazais grave and then only chuuya knows about it

2) Not all of the canon events happened, and they take the same case together cause of an Ada/mafia truce

Idk if I'm gonna do it, tho. I'm already working on several fics and a bunch of other projects that I'm already procrastinating, so I guess we'll have to see

[ohhcinnybuns]

Okay, guys. I’ve been thinking… that SKK will be okay. They’ll be fine… but just in case, I’m putting down a prayer thought out there to manifest date night skk after the mersault prison break out.

Chuuya and Dazai will go out on a date because their flight to Yokohama has been canceled due to the everlasting terrorism at Yokohama’s airport (let's be real—we don't want them in Yokohama right now).

SKK will enjoy France’s countryside for a bit, brainstorming what to do when they return to Yokohama while walking its streets. They’ll buy new clothes, view a castle, or sit down and eat at a cozy winery because they can’t save Yokohama on an empty stomach. The scenery is too beautiful to ignore, too.

Dazai might complain about the cost of his meal while Chuuya butters him up by hand-feeding him his dessert, knowing full well he’ll pay for all of it.

Maybe they’ll star gaze that evening and remind each other that they’ve got each other’s backs - no matter what happens. They’ve been through too much shit together for either one to die at whatever anomaly has made an appearance in Yokohama.

They’ll cuddle for a night, embracing the quiet and peacefulness of a fleeting world. A world they’ll fight for as long as they have trust and each other.

[keithbutgay]

Bsd fics that I'm too lazy to write- anyone can use!

Dazai thinks he's immortal because he never seems to die. He realizes too late that it was really Chuuya saving him every time.

Death Note AU where Dazai was born with Shinigami Eyes and Odasaku's time is running out.

Autistic and emotionally unaware Ranpo can't figure out for the life of him why Poe makes him feel so... cozy. Yosano helps him out a bit.

Dazai is an alter in a DID system and no one can know. 5 times someone noticed Dazai was acting weird and 1 time they found out why.

Atsushi suffers from schitzophrenia, and often struggles with his hallucinations. The agency is here for him.

Ranpo is jealous of the raccoon. Karl gets all of Poe's attention and it's unfair! But will he admit he's envious of of an animal? Absolutely not.

Atsushi hears about Dazai's dark and abusive past from Akutagawa and doesn't know how he feels about his mentor anymore.

Kunikida is losing his mind. Is he the only adult member of the Agency who isn't dating a member of an enemy organization???

Poe writing novels with fully accessible experiences for Ranpo, who is blind and might have trouble understanding clues involving sight.

And finally (I'll say it once and I'll say it again)- Poe join the ADA.

[lady-shadow-and-darkness]

Hear me out :

Teen Dazai and Chuuya going around finding every single arcade in the entire city and always having the very top two high scores in most of the games to the point where every single teen who has ever lived in Yokohama and has gone to any arcade is like "I don't know who the fuck Mackerel and Slug are but they're annoying."

[lotus-pear]

have u ever drawn kunichuu before,,,,they would be so elegant in ur style

you are SO lucky i had this lying around...............anyway i think they should makeout forreal god bless i love it when my two favs are in love

[shininas-ideals]

Gloves off. Glasses off. The collar thingies stay.

[unicornpopcorn14]

Has anyone written/drawn smth about Dazai getting unknowingly shipped overseas while sleeping in his shipping container yet??? Bc if not I'll write it it's just too funny to pass up-

Edit: *throws the fic atcha and runs*

[ohhcinnybuns]

I am here to feed and indulge ideas 🥹🤲

That first one of Dazai fixing his bowtie to catch Chuuya’s attention is so cute and has so much romcom potential 😭

I feel like Dazai would probably have a tiny crease on his shirt, and Chuuya would call him out on it like, “Hey, you, there’s a crease on your shirt. You need a new one. These places are usually very critical and you want to show yourself at your best.”

Dazai: “But…I did it myself????”

Chuuya: “You did it yourself? Oh! Hm…”

Chuuya impressed, gives Dazai his number thinking Dazai is a servant boy instead of a high socialite because he’s holding a tray of whiskey in his hands when they stumble into each other (for Oda and Ango) and his fit closely resembles the other waiters.

Dazai stands confused as heck but who cares, at least his crush talked to him while Chuuya thinks that Dazai needs to use his skills in a better household… like his 💀

living for this high socialite Chuuya idea I'm cooking 👀 Dazai's just quietly pining on the sidelines because Chuuya will never give him the time of day or so he thinks

The urge is so strong to make them have a silly interaction that's just:

Chuuya walks past and notices Dazai.

Dazai looks hopeful and stands up straight, straightens his bowtie.

Chuuya looks him up and down with a critical eye, then finally says: You have a hole in your shirt.

And Dazai just completely deflates

OR OR BETTER YET

Dazai wants to impress Chuuya but he doesn't come from money, so he buys counterfeit designer clothes. Chuuya doesn't notice at first then he's ??? torn because he's a lil impressed the fake designer clothes Dazai wore passed for the real thing, but also why go through that effort

And Dazai's just: You wouldn't notice me if I didn't dress in something flashy

Chuuya: How would you know that

@ohhcinnybuns I love this idea you put in my brain thank you 👀 🙏

[originalartblog]

Tiny skk adventures!

(continued ↓ )

when you're a big guy, chances of getting trapped in a glass tube are a lot lower than when you're just a tiny lad.

Thankfully they're both very forgiving.

(don't worry, Chuuya tended to those cuts)

[oliverwolfboy]

Listen guys I know we all like to think of our favorite queer pairings as married, but in Japan gay marriage is unfortunately illegal, now this isn’t some that has to effect your fanfics, but I would actually like if we as a community acknowledged it more. I just think it’s more impactful if the characters had to struggle with the biases of some of the people around them. It would make the characters situation more relatable, and it would also make for interesting plot for the fic, even if it is just a side thing. For some of the ships it might even make for interesting cultural shock, like with Ranpoe, since America does allow gay marriage in most states, while Japan doesn’t it would probably make for a funny interaction. My point is while homophobia and discrimination is unfortunate, it doesn’t mean we have to ignore it in stories, and pretend that it doesn’t exist at all. Idk man I just want some of my fics to be more interesting and this is one way to do it.

Edit: this is not for those who write stories mainly as escapism. If what you want in the story is to play around without the shit called homophobia, then you do you.

Edit: I wanted to say that, this could also very well be used for crack, considering canon BSD, and not an AU where they aren't all criminals. Just imagine, Dazai in a wedding dress, using a machine gun to take down the government officials who won't let him have his wedding with Chuuya (or whoever you ship him with). It also kinda depends on what year it is in Japan

[starfocks]

the port mafia have to rethink their perception of the hunting dogs after being told that tachihara is one. because i imagine that the hunting dogs are publicly known as these inhuman, untouchable public servants, stronger than full armies, and veery mysterious overall.

but they've seen tachihara mess up cooking dumplings, become a teen parent of an abandoned child during Q's rampage, whine about a clean bullet wound while in the infirmary, etc. They know him - know, know him. So there's a conflict in mind of connecting the powerful hunting dog to their silly nineteen-year-old co-worker who can also shoot twenty people dead in five minutes.

[ohhcinnybuns]

Thinking about AU baker Chuuya and florist Dazai this evening…

Chuuya owns a pâtisserie in a quaint cultural part of downtown Yokohama called “pêches et crème.” He loves to bake French goods to show love for his half-French heritage: Macarons, Éclairs, Chouquettes… Chuuya knew just how to satisfy his patron’s sweet cravings.

All the locals who enter his shop are immediately drawn to Chuuya’s charm and delicious baked goods. They compliment his artistry and use of chocolate and fruits to enhance flavors.

Though, they tell him he should move his beautiful shop because of the ugly ass building across from his potentially scaring customers away. The building looked hollow and devoid of life with its chipped grey paint and haunting ‘for lease’ sign displayed on its window. Chuuya makes note of it and thanks his patrons for their feedback.

And then, one day, the ‘for lease’ sign on the building across from him was gone. Over the next few days, Chuuya notices workers coming in and out of the building to give it a facelift, wondering what type of shop it will become. The grey paint on the building turned into a muted yellow, and the window borders were accented by swirling vinyl patterns of lush vines in the shapes of hearts. He thought it looked nice… or at least, nicer than the run down crap it used to be. He makes a mental note to thank his neighbor when the shop opens for upgrading the eyesore.

Until one beautiful sunny morning, Chuuya walks to work and finds a handsome brunette holding a bouquet in his hands, looking up at the newly renovated building, deep in thought. He seemed to be mumbling to himself, a hand on his chin. Upon further inspection, Chuuya spotted a van behind him with its trunk popped open to reveal buckets of flowers - roses, daffodils, tulips, daisies - flowers of every kind in bloom and filling his senses.

The floral scent overwhelmed him so much that he almost didn't realize he had stopped walking, his nose twitching, and finally, he sneezed. Gosh darn pollen.

The brunette breaks from his mumbling spell and turns to Chuuya.

When their gazes lock, Chuuya can feel his cheeks warm. The brunette was a lot more handsome than he thought… and the smile he gave Chuuya only stirred butterflies in his stomach. Is this what people call love at first sight? ‘Shit! He’s coming this way.’

Chuuya clears his throat and immediately begins to look for his keys to unlock his shop pretending like he wasn’t just gawking at a handsome man across the street. Was he running away? It sure kind of felt that way by the way his hands kept fumbling his keys as if purposely stretching time for him on this particular morning. Chuuya curses under his breath with a defeated groan until he feels a hand land on his shoulder.

Chuuya jumps from the touch; a tint of red highlighting his cheeks. He turns to face the man who towers over him, still clutching a bouquet in his arms with a grin on his face as if reading every thought crossing Chuuya’s mind.

Who are they? What do they want? Am I being robbed? Should I call for help? If he goes out, would he regret it under the hands of this handsome thief? Too many questions and too many scenarios run through his head. Maybe he should be more direct.

“May I help you?” Chuuya finally asks, his hands learning to properly hold his keys without looking like a clown. He shifts his pose to cross his arms over his chest, eyeing for any sign of potential thievery. He’ll kick some ass if he has to.

“Yes, actually. Are you Chuuya Nakahara?” asks the brunette, lifting his hand from his shoulder to twirl a strand of Chuuya’s hair away from his face. Chuuya immediately grabs his wrist and pulls away.

“Who’s asking?” Chuuya glares at the guy. Man, he was pretty but daft to think he could just creep up on Chuuya and start petting him.

“Why, your new neighbor of course!” The guy pays no mind to Chuuya’s glare. Instead, he lifts the bouquet adorned with red camellias, peach peonies, and white with salmon tint daffodils.

“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet as the name, Chuuya Nakahara.”

Chuuya is stunned silent, blushing furiously as the handsome man hands him the bouquet while mumbling to himself again, criticizing his work, “I should have added an orange flower for your hair or a blue for your eyes. Now it all just feels wrong.”

“I didn't see any blue flowers in your van? Wait a minute, you haven’t even told me your name yet or why you know mine!”

The taller man laughs, his head tilted back as if his name was the funniest thing in the world. He leans into Chuuya’s personal space, his hands slipping into his coat pockets and with dazzling smile, he says, “Dazai. Dazai Osamu.”

Chuuya’s throat runs dry. He was starting to feel parched, as if he had just run a marathon with no water for miles. The only thing he's capable of is repeating Dazai’s name as if engraving it upon his lips.

Dazai nods his head and steps away, distancing himself from Chuuya. His gaze becomes soft, and with another twirl of Chuuya’s curls, he says, “I’ll come back with a better one next time, Chuuya. I’ll see you around.”

Chuuya finds himself mindlessly nodding like it is normal to do with someone they have just met on an average Tuesday. An unknown feeling bloomed around him, and he knew it wasn't because of the flowers.

After they part ways, Dazai flashes through his mind during breaks, lunch, and baking sessions. Honestly, the brunette made quite the impression on him, and he blushed every time he glanced at the bouquet. He put them in a porcelain vase next to his cash register so he could see their beauty in full bloom. His patrons teased him about the beautiful flowers that sat beautifully in his shop. They added a floral necessity to the scent of sugar, chocolate, and cinnamon in the air.

Maybe he’ll consider asking for the florist's number and sending a box of his best pastries as a ‘thank you’ for the bouquet. Perhaps he’ll ask for a date or two, and finally find out how the smug bastard knew his name. It’ll make a great conversation starter for the next time they meet.

[mlekom3]

Atsushi loses his memory on a mission with akutagawa and aku sarcastically says "you work for the port mafia" and atsushi is like "why tf would I do that" and akutagawa,the genius he is,responds "cause we are partners"(after that he slams his head into the wall repeatedly)

[flyolai-brainrot]

akutagawa who is always on night missions cause he doesn't know how to take a break

and

atsushi who is always aimlessly wondering around at night cause he feels so restless and out of place

they begin to constantly run into each other and what begins as squabbles and accusing the other of stalking

turns into late night hang/vent sessions

atsushi would bring akutagawa something to help him relax after a mission

maybe his favorite snack

and akutagawa would at times share his coat, cause atsushi never knows how to dress for the cold of the night

they'd act like they never hung out when they'd run into each other during the day though

the night was sacred and it was only for them two, where they could put aside everything and just be vulnerable in the same space

[msshinylemon]

I found this in my drafts and I have no idea when I wrote it. I thought I might as well share it since I don't know if I'll actually post that fic.

(For a bit of context: Chuuya is visiting the ADA because of a job)

Chuuya followed his line of sight, noticing his confusion. “Dazai likes to bite,” he explained as if that was a completely normal and not at all weird thing to say. Or maybe dealing with Dazai made weird things seem normal. “I’m just glad he stopped trying to bite me instead.” Okay, Atsushi didn't want to know about that. He just nodded and hurried to typing on his computer. Chuuya snorted, amused. But apparently, the world hated Atsushi because Kenji, pure and innocent Kenji spoke up. “Dazai-san used to bite you, Mr. Fancy Hat?” Atsushi felt he was going to cry right then and there. His fear only spiked when Chuuya smirked, clearly as much a menace as Dazai, even if he was more subtle about it. No wonder everyone was so afraid of their partnership if this is what people had to deal with. How did the mafia even survive these two? “Yep, want a story?” Kenji smiled and nodded eagerly.

[hesbianyaoi]

i like when people give atsushi cat-like traits like purring or having sharper-than-average canines and i think we should take it a step further and just keep adding onto it. atsushi should chuff. he scratches on walls and his desk until there's obvious nail marks digging into the wood. he rubs against the others to mark them as his territory. there has to be a meeting held because he won't stop shedding and there's white hair everywhere so a good portion of the agency's budget goes into getting everyone lint rollers. he freaks people out at night because of his tapetum lucidum. and he does all of this subconsciously so if you tell him he does any of these things he'd be absolutely mortified