#bungou stray dogs atsushi comfort

[originalartblog]

Now this is what I call a fight!

Based on @whathorselegs' wish/headcanon post, about Atsushi and Chuuya fighting and Atsushi's claws cutting through Chuuya's gravity manipulation. The visual of it gripped me by the throat.

[j11nko]

heaven sent

[reixtsu]

Lantern In The Shadows

Multi character x gn reader! Gender of reader is not specified.

Characters listed in the end!

Genre: Angst (comfort in the end)

Warnings: hints is self harm, mentions blood, darkness, self hate

He was the light within your darkness, a comforting lantern that stood upon your domain of blood. He was such a breath of fresh air, someone that you could tolerate in the cursed world you resided in.

However there was one thing that bothered you about him-out of all of the people he could have been with, why did he choose you?

In your opinion, you felt that there were plenty of better partners that he could have been with, and definitely have a healthier relationship with. You felt bad because it seemed like you were a burden to him, as you were always feeling down in the dumps.

Besides, you as the darkness did not want to dull the light that you loved so dearly.

The thought hurt so much, that 'he was making a sacrifice for the world by being with you'. You wanted him to be happy, to not deal with you since you were convinced you were a problem, something that should be wiped from this world. The aching in your chest only felt deeper day by day as you found yourself growing more and more distant from him.

Until one day, the medications were not seeming to work anymore. The emotions ran to its climax, and the feelings of negativity deep inside became shadows that blurred your vision.

The pain, it was too much to handle.

It was suffocating, as though you were drowning a cold sea of your own blood. You reached for the knife, hoping to dull out the agoney, only to be stopped.

"My love, what are you doing?" His voice was god-sent, a comforting tone that brought you back to your senses ever so slightly.

He looked at you with such softness, gently holding your wrist to prevent you from hurting yourself. 

Hot tears trickled down your face slowly, leaving traces of saltiness behind as you stared at the ground, ashamed to even look at his radiant gaze. "Don't look at me. I'm...so terrible."

His heart crumbled at your words, a wave of concern and protection washed over him as he took a step closer to you. "Don't say that. You're not terrible."

"But I am!" You cried out, tears falling nonstop as your throat felt dry from distress. "I don't deserve you. I'm such a terrible person, I made so many mistakes, and I never seem to do better!"

You coughed out the words that have been stabbing at your core every single day, but all you could see is blood everywhere, and your demons laughing at you, saying how much of a failure you were.

"I'm... a failure."

Warm arms wrapped around you and shielded you from the blood, demons, and darkness, suddenly making your cold, numb limbs feel lifelike again. Your lover kissed your forehead, a reminder that you were a treasure to worship.

"You are not a failure, or a terrible person," He whispered into your ear as he rubbed soothing shapes along your back. "You are such a great person with many great talents, values, and potencial. You might not see it yet, but everyone around you appreciates you. Take me as an example, I am so lucky to be with someone like you, who cares and takes care of me like no one else does. If you ever harm yourself, I will be devastated."

One sniff, then two sniffles. You tried your best to understand his words as he stared at you with love. You didn't really believe his words, but you knew that you could trust that he was being honest. The blood sea of darkness slowly seemed to fade away as the gentle light gave you a warm embrace.

In that moment, you knew you were loved, and you were worth his love.

    - KAVEH, kazuha, Tignari, Aether, lyney, THOMA, neuvillette, JING YUAN, Gepard, dan heng, SIGMA, Atsushi, Odasaku (BSD), your faves

Author’s note: This story is meant to be comforting, so I know that I may give some people triggers, it sure gave me a small trigger as I wrote this, but I want everyone to know that people are willing to help those in need, no matter the form.

[poeticlilies]

Dazai with a reader who’s really motherly with him? I feel like he secretly craves to be coddled but he plays it off with jokes for a while until a certain point where he just breaks :(

also I’m sorry if my request got sent more than once, tumblr is being silly ‼️

♡ My baby, my baby...

Dazai Osamu x Reader

Desc: Comforting Dazai. (fem reader)

TW/CW: mental breakdowns, joking about mental health, dark thoughts, suicide, self-harm, mentions of religion (usage of word "God"), usage of "Y/N", angst -> hurt/comfort

It hurt.

It hurt so, so much Dazai Osamu thought that God had finally pitied him and was letting him die.

He couldn't breathe; his lungs felt like they were collapsing in on themselves, and he sobbed, trying to let oxygen back into his lungs as they burned.

"Just get home," his mind repeated. "Just get home and you can see Y/N again."

A foreign corner of his heart quieted it's pounding; slowing down to consider the thought of keeping quiet long enough to see you. It agreed, happy at the thought of you; and after five minutes Dazai got up and walked out of the closet he had locked himself inside.

Kunikida stared at him, stopping mid-rant as concern flashed over his coworker's face; but before the blond could say anything, Dazai was out the door and on his way to see you again. The annoying ringing of his cellphone wasn't present; which means that Kunikida probably laid off of him and let him go home early.

He doesn't even remember going home, doesn't remember the sidewalk, the train ride, or the winding little path leading to the quaint little neighborhood; doesn't remember unlocking the front door and taking his shoes off, heart beginning to race again as it protests for the mind to uphold it's part of the deal.

"Y/N?.." he calls weakly; stumbling around your shared home. "Y/N!"

His mind begins to race, panicking; what if you had gotten kidnapped? or hurt? what if the Port Mafia took you? what if-- but his thoughts were cut off when the angel that is you, in your everlasting glory, appeared; dressed in shorts and a sweater, surprised (and a little concerned) to why he was home so early and stumbling around your shared house like a drunkard.

He barely hears the worried gasp of his name; barely processes anything before he's lunging for you, arms flying around your torso and coiling around it, tears coming to his eyes as he sobs in relief, crying and blubbering as he's finally back in your loving arms.

He feels the hand you have on his head caressing his hair gently as if he were a glass ornament that would break apart at the slightest touch, and he cries harder; burying his face into your stomach as he sinks down closer to the floor. He feels you crouching down with him; cradling his head against your chest as you murmur warm words that slither inside through his ears to his heart, comforting it as you hold him in your embrace.

You had never seen him like this; had always known the strong, brave Dazai Osamu; had always seen the confident, cocky, brave persona he put on. Whenever you tried to coddle him, he had brushed it off; but you never missed the slight twitch of his eyes, the lingering look in them as he turned away, the way his hand rested on top of yours for a second too long before he pulled away.

That's why you kept going; kept pushing at his walls, begging and pleading for him to let them down; that you weren't going to hurt him like everybody else, weren't going to be let in only to stab at everything in a frenzy like everyone else. No, you wanted to love him; to cherish him and to make him feel loved as you protected him from the world and it's miseries the way he did to countless other individuals.

And it worked; hence the events of today, as Dazai clings to your sweater and sobs.

"Shhh... Shhh.. baby, what's wrong?.." you murmur, finally; petting his hair as he begins to quiet down, obediently following your words.

"M-Missed you." he states, quietly, simply. "Missed y-you so much; c-couldn't think. Could-dn't do a-anything. Missed you so bad..." he whispers, tearing up again.

"Shh.." you whisper again; lifting his face up and kissing his cheeks. "Cmon, baby; you can tell me what's wrong. It's alright, darling."

And Dazai Osamu only falls deeper in love with you.

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YAHOO!! sorry if u wanted smt else this was the way i interpreted it :(

[erosauriarts]

[kyouka-supremacy]

BSD Beast clean cover

[etrevil]

BSD wan is therapy they say

IT'S THERAPY THEY SAY

[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.

[sickficideas]

Another vivid image in my mind: Akutagawa who's been sleeping all day because of a fever, sitting up in bed, his hair a mess and his comforter all crumpled up around him, Atsushi sitting halfway on the bed to take his temperature. The thermometer is just sticking out of his mouth for half a minute and Akutagawa looks like he's about to fall asleep sitting up, his head is nodding off and he can't keep his eyes open. No wonder he's so tired, he's been trying to sleep off a hundred and two degree fever all day, Atsushi is glad he's being so compliant for once but he's worried for the same reason 😭

[whywoulditho]

i like the idea that despite their obvious color palettes atsushi is more into dark stuff while akutagawa prefers lighter ones. atsushi drinks black coffee while akutagawa likes lattes. atsushi listens to metal while akutagawa likes classic music. atsushi is maybe a thriller fan while akutagawa has comfort shows. it's just something i think about

[raccoonwxrks]

Some months ago I read "Confession of a Mask" by Yukio Mishima and suddenly Shin Soukoku took over my thoughts 👁️👁️

The idea is similar to the book but less...cruel??

Idk if you read the book you know what I'm talking about--

[originalartblog]

(domestic skk?? here???)

Sometimes it's hard to be vulnerable but they're working on it.

[j11nko]

my love

[crowscadence]

I’ve not said anything about my fanfics in a while so… if any of y’all want some BSD fics here you go

The Hurt Stayed Even After You Left- bittersweet reunion between Dazai and Chuuya, except it wasn’t in a basement with Dazai chained to the wall, one-shot

Shin Sokouku Sleepover Shenanigans- exactly what it sounds like, mostly fluff with a bit of crack thrown in for sillies, one-shot

Mirrored Traversal- long form gn!reader-insert fic with ADA ensemble that I swear I’ll update again eventually

Unbreakable as Diamond- ftm sigma x Dazai hurt/comfort, one-shot

[plsdonttakemyname]

Hey!! Sorry for being inactive. But I'm back with some Bsd twitter 😭 It's currently 2Am and I have nothing to do ps I can't sleep so uhm I hope you like it. I'll probably do Y/n in the future :)

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They're kinda ooc but it's 2 in the morning and I have to get up for work in 4 hours 😭 but if you like it you can request for more

[sickiehugs]

Any sickfic headcannons for atsushi or any ADA members? 🌀Annon asking

Ah yes!! Hi 🌀 anon :)

Might be a tad short I'm pretty tired and also a bit rusty ahah

Because of the orphanage, Atsushi never really found reason to make a fuss out of being sick. He was always brushed off, sometimes even punished for not working as hard, so even after he gets much more comfortable with the other agency members, he still just doesn't say anything out of habit and instinct.

It's pretty easy to tell, though. He gets tired and flushed, stumbling over his words and unusually quiet. I can imagine him falling asleep at his desk and someone like Kunikida having to carry him back to his room.

He would definitely have fever dreams about the orphanage, much more weird and scary than his usual nightmares. He'd wake up in a delirious panic, and Kunikida (who had stayed by his side to watch over him) would have to give the poor boy reassurance that he's safe and okay.

He'd be a lot more open to physical touch than usual, accepting a head pat for a headache or an arm around his back/waist when he's unsteady on his feet.

Hm, this ended up being longer than I thought... Lmk if you wanna hear about some other characters! I'm not the biggest Atsushi stan so I couldn't get as creative :(