#but then sees a glimpse of atsushi

[kaurwreck]

This isn't even the first time Akutagawa should have been murdered but politely declines his death to instead kill a god with Atsushi.

[bungobble-my-balls]

Bsd chapter 119 spoilers!

Another absolutely mental chapter but for entirely different reasons.

Hot DAMN. We've got a LOT of Lore dropped on us.

That was so much that my brain is still trying to compute everything so I'm just going to focus on the main thing I always hone in on: Sigma-Atsushi parallels/connections.

So Atsushi is canonically 'the bookmark' for the book, and Sigma as we know was created from a page of the book. So what the FUCK does that mean for these two???????

All I know is that it's another connection, so that's a fat win for me.

[sskk-manifesto]

Ep 5!!!

[moomuzan]

ྀི ◟ ͜ Help Me . . .   ₊˚⊹ Hold Onto You

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke :: “I was always reaching, always clawing toward something I could never have… and you. You were the only thing I held onto that didn’t feel tainted by blood.” His voice is quiet, raw, as his fingers hover over your shoulder, trembling but never daring to touch. “You made me believe I could be more than a monster, and now I’ll carry that shame with me forever. Forgive me… if you can.” His coat billows behind him as he turns away, but his shoulders shake with the sobs he refuses to let you hear.

Fyodor Dostoevsky :: “Your love was a distraction I could no longer afford. Weakness has no place in my plans, and you… you were my greatest weakness. How pitiful, to think someone like you could have changed me.” His voice is venomous, but his cold stare falters as he walks away, his gloved hand trembling slightly.

Chuuya Nakahara :: “Damn it, why couldn’t I protect you? You—Fuck, you were supposed to be the one thing that didn’t slip through my fingers. I don’t care if it kills me, I’ll keep fighting for you, even if you’re not here to see it.” His voice cracks as he sinks to his knees, cradling your lifeless body in his arms. He presses his forehead against yours, trembling as he whispers, “I’ll never forget you… but God, I wish I could’ve gone with you.”

Atsushi Nakajima :: “You said I was strong, but how strong could I be if I couldn’t save you?!” His voice breaks as he clutches your body, tears streaming down his face. “You believed in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself. And now—now I’m the one who has to live with this.” He buries his face in your shoulder, his sobs muffled as he whispers, “I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to be the man you thought I was… but it’ll never be enough without you.”

Sigma :: “You were my first glimpse of something… something real, something worth holding onto. But now, even you’re slipping away, just like everything else in my life.” His voice shakes, and he kneels beside you, clutching your hand as if he can anchor you—and himself—somehow. “I was supposed to protect you, wasn’t I? But all I’ve ever done is lose the things I care about.” Tears stream down his face, his quiet sobs filling the air as he whispers, “I’ll remember you, even when the world forgets me… I’ll remember you forever.”

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[chuellas]

Comfort Chain | Getting caught in the rain with them

⤷ Ft. Atsushi Nakajima, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Osamu Dazai, Chuuya Nakahara

Warnings | Fem!reader, terms of endearment used (bella, belladonna, doll, etc.), teeth rotting fluff, mention of blood in Akutagawa’s, total WC: 4.2k

A/N: Aaaahhhh I had sm fun writing these. Funny enough I had the most trouble with Chuuya’s :(

Atsushi (853 WC):

The torrential downpour has been going on for well over an hour now. A level four tsunami had been called around the same time and of course you were out during the time of the warning. 

You’ve been studying at this cafe a few blocks down from your apartment every day for almost a month now, it would have been longer, but you only just discovered the small gem. 

You wish you could say you went there for the quiet atmosphere, but if you’ ‘re being honest, there is some sort of agency in the same building that spends a lot of time in the cafe and they’re… rowdy on most days. No, you definitely didn’t come for the tranquility, what kept you coming was the cute white haired boy with the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen. His eyes are always alight with glee when he’s around his colleagues, but you think you prefer to see the relaxed and almost somber look he wears when he comes down to the cafe on his own, a truly rare occasion, but something you’ve found yourself coming back just to catch another glimpse of it even though you’re pretty sure he has no knowledge of your existence.

So, you find yourself stuck in the cafe while the world around you becomes flooded, not wanting to take the chance of your expensive laptop getting drenched and completely ruined. You have far too many valuable resources and completed assignments there to let that happen. However, you’re stuck in a sort of predicament, you have to go home sooner or later to feed your cat. You can’t just stay at this cafe forever. 

You curse at yourself for not being prepared and at least bringing an umbrella. 

Maybe you can leave your laptop here with the shop owner and pick it back up from him when the sky isn’t dumping water onto the earth below it. You pack up your things, everything but your laptop and move to get out of the booth to talk to the old man behind the counter. You freeze when the front door to the cafe bursts open and makes you jump. 

Was that the wind?

You peer behind to find the cause of the comotion only to be faced with a soaked figure that you immediately recognize at the boy from the agency upstairs. He seems a little out of breath, as if he had just ran here from somewhere in the city and not from upstairs. The owner is the first to speak up as the white haired boy scans the room, like he’s looking for someone specifically.

”What the devil…Atsu-”

The boy doesn’t let him finish, his eyes landing on you and in an instant he’s striding over to you with purpose. “I’m so sorry, Uzumaki-sama, when I come back I’ll make sure to clean up all the water I tracked in but I needed to make sure she hadn’t left yet.”

You cluelessly look around to make sure it is indeed you that the boy is talking about, as if you aren’t the only one sitting in this cafe. You look back over to find him right in front of your table, arm outstretched with an umbrella in hand. Your lips part in shock at the gesture, this boy who you didn’t really know ran all this way from wherever he was in the city just to bring you an umbrella.

“Hi…Uh…I’m Atsushi Nakajima, we haven’t actually met yet but I’ve noticed you’re here almost every day around this time. It’s hard to miss you when you’re so pretty, y’know? A-and I’ve been wanting to introduce myself! But I always chicken out at the last minute but when it started to rain out I realized you were probably stuck here with no umbrella and…well…you seem really smart, I’m sure you can figure out the rest on your own…”

You blink, your mind trying to catch up with his rapid fire rambling. His words came out so fast they almost blended together. It seems Atsushi also hadn’t realized what he was saying because the same time it dawns on you that he called you pretty and your face flushes a bit, Atsushi’s face turns beet red.

You smile at him shyly and reach out for the umbrella he’s offering. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Atsushi.”

You introduce yourself and he seems to settle down and relax, just a dusting of pink spreads across his cheeks now. “Yeah, it’s nice to finally meet you too. Do you…Would you like me to escort you home? Just to make sure you make it alright! It’s pretty bad outside right now..”

You smile at him and let out an amused puff pair through your nose as you nod your head. “Yeah. I think I’d like that.”

Atsushi smiles widely at you, his eyes shining in that way you’ve come to adore. He takes not only the umbrella from you but your bag too. You thank the shop owner on your way out and Atsushi promises, once again, to be back shortly to clean. 

Akutagawa (776 WC):

The mission ended in a bloodshed, they always seemed to when Akutagawa was involved. His sharp tongue and usually disagreeable personality always makes your efforts in negotiations worthless. You could never understand why Mori insists that the two of you work together. It’s like Akutagawa cancels you out and vice versa.

Nevertheless, you both got the job done. Whether it was done peacefully or forcefully, it was still successful. Unfortunately for you, unlike Akutagawa, you weren’t gifted with a long range combative ability. Yours involves touching your targets, so things always get a little…messy for you. 

The two of you are wrapping things up when the heavy rainfall starts. The sound of the consistent and heavy pitter-patter from the rain hitting against the roof of the - now abandoned - warehouse is soothing. The tension in your body from your previous fight melts away with the melody each droplet creates. The sound almost puts you in a trance and suddenly you’re struck with the strongest urge to wash off the blood that soaks most of your clothing, the smell finally hitting you and making you want to crawl out of your skin.

Before you know what you’re doing, you’re moving towards the entrance of the warehouse and Akutagawa is calling after you. “Where the hell are you going? Were you not listening to me? The car will be here in 20 minutes.”

You weren’t listening, hadn’t even realized he’d been talking over all the noise. 

“I’m gonna clean up! Can’t go staining some poor unassuming mailman’s car, now can I? That would be rude, my dear Ryunosuke.” You look over your shoulder at him with a smile and eyes filled with mirth.

His own eyes narrow at you and he clicks his tongue in annoyance, which is nothing new for him, especially when your favorite pastime is pushing his buttons. You watch with sheer amusement when his brow pinches together and an expression of realization flashes across his face. You ready yourself for useless scolding on his part. 

When will he learn? You never listen to him. 

“So soaking the car in water is a better alternative? You’re going to catch a cold if you stand in the rain at this temperature, you imbecile.” Despite his words he follows you out of the building, covering himself with Rashomon so he doesn’t get soaked too.

You don’t respond to him right away, instead you take in a deep inhale and close your eyes to tilt your head up. You let out a long sigh of relief as you feel the heavy and hot blood wash away. It’s not the same as standing under a showerhead like you usually do, undressing in the shower so you can easily wash out the blood from everything all at once. 

No, the rain washing it all away somehow feels purifying. A funny thought considering you’re the farthest thing from the word — perfectly impure. There’s nothing wrong with it, you much prefer it that way. 

Trying to be perfect is overrated anyways.

You don’t know how long you stand there for, head tilted to the heavens in complete serenity. But you’re brought out of your daze when you suddenly stop feeling the rain rolling onto your skin. Your brow pinches together in confusion and you straighten your head to open your eyes only to find an extension of Rashomon now covering you too. You look at Akutagawa with a frown and he clicks his tongue again.

“You’re washed off, there’s no use in you standing in the rain any longer. Unless you planned on getting ill so you could leave me to do all your work for you.” He crosses his arms over his chest and looks to the side, ignoring the way your face lights up in amusement.

You coo at him. “Awe, Ryukun…Are you worried about me? You do care! This needs to be shared. I must tell Gin all about this-”

As you go to pull out your phone, Akutagawa uses his ability to snatch the device and easily crushes it. All you can do is look at him and let out a pathetic whine of complaint. Your lips are parted in utter disbelief as you gape at him.

You let out another noise in complaint and sigh. “What in the hell, Akutagawa? That was like the third phone this month, are you joking? You’re getting me a new one the second we get back.”

He still refuses to look at you but promptly lets out a scoff at your declaration and you can practically hear him roll his eyes. 

“Whatever…”

Your eye twitches at his response but, luckily for him, your ride arrives and narrowly saves his ass from your impending wrath.

Dazai (1268 WC):

You come to the conclusion that the universe is entirely against you on this shitty Monday morning. Nothing has gone right since you woke up. Your alarm never went off because your charger wasn’t plugged in properly, so you woke up late. Then when you finally got your phone on you’re met with 10 missed calls and 3 texts from Kunikida, a text from Ranpo, and 4 texts from Dazai.

You promptly ignore the texts from the other two and call Kunikida back. The blonde informs you of Ranpo’s deduction behind your tardiness and you confirm. Luckily, the agency’s second in command is far more understanding with you than he is when a certain brunette is running late or calls in. 

That’s the only good thing you had going for you this morning.

After you get off the phone you try to take a quick hot shower but the plumbing has other plans for you. For some reason the water in the dorms’ building would not get past mildly warm. You were stuck taking a less than relaxing/calming shower. It was at that point you thought you had given up all hope for a decent day.

You’d be proven wrong and shown by the universe that you were sorely mistaken. 

You quickly get dressed and finally decide to check your messages as you stuff your feet in your shoes, a piece of toast hanging from your mouth as you have one arm shoved through your coat sleeve. You imagine that you look like a complete fool but thankfully you couldn’t care less. You balance everything as you unlock your phone, ignoring Dazai’s messages and opening Ranpo’s first. 

From Master Detective🕵🏻: Heyyyy u should wake up. Ur already l8. I let Kunikida know ur alarm didn’t go off this morning. Seemed to settle him down. YW. Call him when u wake up!

You type out a quick thanks to Ranpo and stare at your phone wearily as you work yourself up to open and read Dazai’s most likely over the top messages. On most days you’d find yourself smiling like a clown at the fact you had a message from him but today you do not have the patience. 

A pang of guilt shoots through you at your previous thoughts and promptly look for his contact, rolling your eyes with a fond smile as you see the heart next to his name that you don’t remember putting there.

Dazai-kun ❤️‍🩹 (Received at 08:17): bellaaaa why aren’t you here yet? :( 

Dazai-kun ❤️‍🩹 (Received at 08:23): kunikida-kun is now blaming me for your absence ꒰(˶◞ ‸ ◟˶)꒱ 

Dazai-kun ❤️‍🩹 (Received at 08:29): my bella hates me! you want me dead!! youre not here :( youre not letting me know where you are :( youre not even opening my messages :((

You have to stop reading for your sanity. The way he refers to you as his bella makes your stomach twist in knots and your heart flutter in your chest. It’s nauseating and far too early for this. 

You should have kept reading Dazai’s messages. If you had, you would have known that he warned you about the incoming storm set to hit at any moment. If you had, you would’ve brought the umbrella you always forget at home. But because the damn bastard made you so flustered with his previous message you didn’t. This is somehow his fault, you decide. He did it on purpose.

The universe truly hates you today.

About a fourth of the way there is when it starts. You aren’t even given a light warning of sprinkling, the downpour starts and it just continues to get heavier the further you get. You consider just walking back to your apartment and calling it a day before it had even really started but then you know Kunikida would have a fit. So you resort to running.

You’re not a runner, you never have been. You’re uncoordinated and have bad knees. An awful combination in running. 

At about the halfway point you notice a figure in the distance walking towards you. You can’t quite make the person out but you do have the rational thought of ‘who the hell is crazy enough to be out here in the pouring rain right now?’ As if you aren’t currently in the same position -- maybe even in a worse position because at least this person had enough sense to bring an umbrella.

As you grow closer to crossing paths with the person you notice he’s wearing a familiar light tan trench coat and you almost collapse from relief. You don’t think you’ve ever been so happy to see that stupid trench coat. You pick up your speed and within 30 seconds you’re crashing into your savior and he loops an arm around you as he steadies the both of you.

“Shame on you, Belladonna. You didn’t read all of my messages. Leaving me on read like that and making me worry.” Dazai looks down at you with a smirk and you already regret running to him. “But! I couldn’t just wait around. Oh no! I had to save my damsel in distress!”

You let out a snort as you roll your eyes. “That’s a bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think?”

You certainly don’t like the smug smile that curls at his lips. “I’ve noticed that you always forget your umbrella. So, when you didn’t respond to my messages, I just knew you would forget your umbrella again and guess what? I was right.”

You look up at him, completely unamused. You were grateful and you would have expressed said gratitude if it weren’t for that stupid smug grin that you would love to smack right off of his face. So instead you kiss your teeth and look away.

“So, what? You want a reward or something?”

That was clearly a mistake, because he lights up at your words and seems to seriously ponder what he could ask of you. Hopefully whatever it is, it’s realistic. Although knowing him, it won’t be.

“A kiss?” His voice has gone soft and his expression is hopeful.

Your stomach and chest both do that thing they did earlier and how the hell are you supposed to say no to that when he’s looking at you with those wide brown puppy eyes. You chew on the inside of your cheek nervously. In your mind, the decision had already been made far before he even asked you for the kiss. You bring a cold hand up to his surprisingly warm cheek and watch as his eyelids and long lashes flutter at your slight touch. You guide his face down to yours as you lean up to meet him halfway for the second time today. 

You watch as his eyes slide shut in anticipation, you pause for a few seconds, lips just a breath apart as you soak in this moment and try your best to commit it to memory. Finally you let your own eyes slide shut and gently press your lips to his. It’s gentle, his movements are soft, as if he’s scared to hurt you by accident. His lips are slightly chapped from the way he gnaws on them but it’s surprisingly nice. You both get so lost in each other that he loses his grip on the umbrella.

You make a noise of surprise and your eyes fly open when droplets start to hit your already soaked hair, you separate from Dazai and he lets out a noise of complaint, keeping you encased in his arms. “Dazai- The- The umbrella, Dazai!”

Chuuya (1.3k WC):

“Forecast didn’t say anything about rain today…”

You blink a few times, trying to comprehend the scene before you. You just got out of the most horrendous shift of your life. It has been a bad day for you all around and to top it off you didn’t even have a chance to check in with the one person that would make you feel better all day. But none of that even matters because here he is, standing before you under the overhang for drop off and pick up in front of the clinic you work at. 

You blink again before finally processing his presence. “...Chuuya? What are you doing here?” 

You aren’t ungrateful. You aren’t. In fact, you’re elated to see him here after the day you have, his presence alone brings you comfort. It’s just this one little detail that nags you in the back of your mind. You don’t think you’ve ever told Chuuya the exact clinic you work at, so how did he know he could find you here? 

As if sensing your hesitation, the ginger explains himself by holding up his phone and shaking it gently. “You have your location on…I wanted to walk you home since it seemed like you were having a rough day.”

You look away sheepishly, forgetting you set your location services on after losing your last phone. You look to the side where the downpour of rain ricochets off the large puddle and bounces back onto the ground, never truly settling. Chuuya was right, nothing was said about the possibility of rain, but here the two of you were ready to walk back when clearly mother nature had something to say about that. 

The joke’s on mother nature, though, because you’ve always loved the rain. You grab Chuuya’s hand and tug him towards the direction of your apartment which, luckily, isn’t too far of a walk from your workplace. It takes you 15 minutes maximum to get home on foot. 

“Any chance you brought an umbrella with you?” You stop right at the edge, reaching into the rain and watch as it instantly soaks your hand.

You look over to the ginger in confusion when he doesn’t respond right away. The look on his face is conflicted and you have to wonder what’s going on through his mind to have him make that face. Your patient and wait for him to come back to you. You’re always patient with him, you learned early on that he needs it and you think he’s worth it. 

Chuuya focuses back in, his gaze now clear and on you — the look on his face tells you that he’s made a decision. “I didn’t bring an umbrella, but…there’s something else…”

“What is it?” You tilt your head at him curiously and Chuuya’s grip on your hand tightens for a moment. 

“I’d have to show you. Do you trust me?” A hesitant look flashes across his face and you wordlessly reassure him with a single nod. “Okay. Okay. It might feel odd at first, some people have even told me it’s made them a little nauseous the first few times.”

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, clearly not following what he means. “I don’t- I’m not following…What are you talking about?”

Your face is painted with a perplexed expression and Chuuya realizes he’s not making any sense. His nerves don’t usually take over like this, but when it comes to you they always seem to get the better of him. You watch as he almost deflates, looking at you like a lost little puppy. The ginger lets out a sigh and his grip on your hand tightens once again. 

“You trust me?” He asks again, this time with more conviction.

You nod your head at him. “Of course I do.”

Chuuya smiles at you and then a strange aura washes over the both of you. A subtle red glow blankets itself over you, it’s warmth relaxing your muscles. There’s a certain weight in the air that there wasn’t before. Chuuya examines you carefully, searching for signs of any discomfort. However, there aren’t any for him to find because you’re completely at peace with this feeling. It’s the first time Chuuya has ever witnessed anyone so at ease while his ability is activated. It takes you less than a minute to realize what’s going on — your lips part in shock at the realization. 

“You’re…You have an ability too?” You’ve only ever met one other ability user, that you’re aware of at least and that was years ago.

Chuuya’s brows furrow at your words and then they shoot when he puts it together. “Too? So, you have a gift? This will be easier for me to explain then. My ability is gravity manipulation. At this very moment I’m using my manipulation to keep the rain from touching us.”

As if to demonstrate, the ginger pulls you out from under the awning and into the rain. You gasp and tense in anticipation of the rain completely soaking you to the bone. When it doesn’t you look to Chuuya and watch as the raindrops bounce right off him only millimeters above his skin. Then you look at your own limbs and it’s the very same effect — raindrops bouncing right off as if you’re repelling them and you suppose you technically are. You stare in wonder at the red glow still emanating from your bodies and you smile softly.

You both start walking hand in hand in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Chuuya clears his throat. “So…You have an ability too? Can I ask what it is?”

His voice comes out almost robotic and you look over to him in concern. His whole body is stiff and he’s looking everywhere but at you. You purse your lips at him, confused by his abnormal behavior. 

An idea comes to mind and you smile at him mischievously. He doesn’t notice of course so you easily turn around and grab hold of his other hand. You tug Chuuya towards you and guide him into a dance. You spin around and take a few steps, guiding him into a coordinated dance.

You clearly take him by surprise, so much so that he releases his ability and suddenly you’re both being drenched by the downpour mid dance. You let out a surprised squeal and pause, then look up to the sky with your eyes closed and smile wide as you laugh in pure glee. You straighten your head forward and open your eyes to look back at Chuuya with a wide smile still plastered on your face. The ginger looks completely starstruck, his eyes gazing at you with an adoring glint in them. It makes you blush, his brazen attitude and intensity never fails to create butterflies in your stomach. 

“Hey, you wanna be my girl?” Chuuya pulls you in, rain still soaking the two of you but neither one of you could care less. 

His words register slowly but when they do, you’re speaking before your brain can register that your mouth is moving. “Do you mean-? Yes. Absolutely, I would like nothing more than to be yours.”

Chuuya is pulling you in and crashes his wet lips to yours. The kiss is deep, his lips melding with yours perfectly, just like they always do. His touch is gentler than usual but you can feel him restraining himself. When you pull away you’re both slightly breathless. His forehead rests on yours and your breath mixes together. You start to flush when you realize that the two of you just kissed so intimately out in the open. 

Chuuya senses your embarrassment and chuckles, a smirk settling on his handsome features. “Why don’t we hurry to your apartment, then we can take a nice hot bath together. How’s that sound?”

You smile softly and nod, it’s like he could read your mind. “Sounds like heaven.”

[inamagicalhallucination]

soulmate au where u see ur soulmates room/places they visit/are around often but like in vague glimpses

when atsushi gets his glimpses he's so worried theyll be too vague for him to know -- despite the ada reassuring him that theyre a DETECTIVE agency and finding ppl is like one of their skills

anywho

initially its just glimpses of a house and what looks like an office but then --- very briefly he notices something on the wall and he squints just enough to make it out and---

its his face taped on a dart board

he doesnt even think as he snaps out of his glimpses as he calls akutagawa and yells at him to take that fucking dart board off u asshole

and akutagawa is there flabbergasted that atsushi knows about something inside his room

and he's just like: jinko r u stalking me u freak

and atsushi is like: wtf of course not i just---

and then atsushi Realizes

[neo--queen--serenity]

There’s just something deeply disorienting about seeing Dazai act like a chaotic demigod of mischief 99% of the time, but then suddenly losing all composure the second that poisonous gas began killing the hostages in this week’s episode.

He yelled at Atsushi to stay back in a tone of voice we’d never heard before, then he psychically wrangled Kunikida away from the window, clearly afraid his partner would get himself killed. The gas could have harmed Dazai, too, if Kunikida had interfered, but I don’t think that was the point.

I think we’re just used to seeing Dazai ready for anything. I think we’re used to seeing him fight for the ADA, but not for individual people, and absolutely not in a state of panic or fear. To me, this is one of the first times we get a glimpse of how much Dazai actually cares for these two.

[with-my-calamitous-love]

IN YOUR SUIT AND TIE, IN THE NICK OF TIME

doppo kunikida x reader

how he’d treat you in a relationship

same premise as the dazai, chuuya, atsushi, and akutagawa ver.

for his birthday <3 do not speak to me about 117

inspired by loml

doppo kunikida, who is a man of ideals. who knows what he wants, whats good for him, and lives by the ink in his notebook. who has an exact idea of who his ideal partner is, of who will match him, and who he wants to spend his life with.

doppo kunikida, who is in for a whirlwind when he meets you. who isn’t used to meeting people who so, wholeheartedly challenge his rock hard ideals. who doesn’t understand why he isn’t angry or annoyed by you. who actively wants to learn more about you once you two meet.

doppo kunikida, who dedicates a page to you in his notebook. just small things, like what colours you like, your favourite things, your habits and small mannerisms. who remembers every little thing about you, like your nail biting when you’re anxious or your awkward laughter when speaking to people. who doesn’t even need to write these down, since memorizing you is like breathing for him.

doppo kunikida, who is an utter gentleman. who loves to buy you flowers, who practices the sidewalk rule, who zips up your dresses and jackets, who always give you his coat, who brushes your hair for you, who will open every single door for you, who gives you deep hugs from behind with a gentle kiss to your head when you least expect it.

doppo kunikida, who doesn’t realize how gorgeous he is. who is 6 feet of blonde beauty, muscular build hidden behind a well dressed vest and red bow. who is usually so calculated and pristine, but attempts (and fails) at hiding his blush when you compliment him. who actively wants to look good for you. who wants to match how beautiful he thinks you are.

doppo kunikida, who is in love and doesn’t immediately know it. who looks at you with starry eyes, who embroiders the memories of you onto his heart. who makes your heart glow in a way you’ll never feel with anyone else. who is a standup guy, making you know how much he cares.

doppo kunikida, who rewrites his ideal partner page for you. he doesn’t even think he needs it anymore. who’ll see you as perfect, as someone he loves until the day he dies.

doppo kunikida, who shows up in his suit in tie, in the nick of time, right when you need him too. who somehow has a knack for always knowing what and what not to say, what to do and how to be what you need. who honestly thinks that there is no one good enough for you, but vows to be the closest thing to the lover you deserve.

doppo kunikida, who knows it one glimpse. who can see marriage and forever just from one kiss. who is such a romantic at heart, looking into your eyes while talking rings and talking cradles. who tells you that he’ll never leave. who tells you everyday that you’re the love of his life, a million times over.

[osamucide]

you should know that I ⭐️ annon am the same annon as floras 🐯 annon i am the one obsessed with feaksushi nakajima

i felt like it’s only appropriate i answer this ask with tonight’s thoughts and contemplations because tonight im contemplating and thinking a lot about gross pathetic perv stalker!Atsushi

gross pathetic perv stalker!Atsushi who trips and falls into his obsession with you. he really wasn’t looking for anything, much less this. he probably meets you on an assignment, or you happen upon the Agency with an inquiry, whether you’re a civilian or from a neighboring organization—it doesn’t matter, because whatever way it happens, he never expects to be so taken with anyone so intensely, so quickly. it’s generous, really, to even say he’s met you; more like he saw you and was so awestruck that he immediately turned you over for Dazai or Kunikida to deal with so he wouldn’t have to worry about looking like a flustered mess in front of the most beautiful person he thinks he’s ever seen.

gross pathetic perv stalker!Atsushi wholly avoids you whenever you’re in proximity for business outside of sneaking longing glances at you; no way, he thinks, anyone who carries themselves like you, looks like you, talks like you, would ever go for someone like him. you fill him with a desire he feels all over; he could almost hate it, hate you for it, want to stay far away from it. but when the office empties out at the end of the day, he’s thumbing frantically through files for anything on you—a picture, a middle name, an ability, anything. he can’t pinpoint a sole reason why but he’s utterly hypnotized by you.

it’s by total chance (and thorough combing through the president’s filing cabinet) gross pathetic perv stalker!Atsushi stumbles upon your address. he snaps the folder closed when he sees it—maybe he can talk himself out of what he already knows he’s going to do—but ultimately, he cracks it back open, studies it, commits it to memory. it’s funny, you’re put up smack in the middle between the Agency and that place that serves really good chazuke. for good measure, he slips the wallet-sized photo identifying you out of the paper clip holding it to your file and tucks it in his pocket.

gross pathetic perv stalker!Atsushi knows it’s wrong, but he can’t help himself. since your case was resolved earlier this week, he hasn’t seen you in days—he feels deprived of your presence, your beauty, and it would be so wrong to say he’s nabbed your number from a professional setting. better to be subtle, he thinks, and plans for it to be a one time thing: the way he’s standing across the street, watching your lights, skirting your building, hiding on your fire escape, peering up over the windowsill to catch a glimpse of you inside.

needless to say, it’s not a one time thing for gross pathetic perv stalker!Atsushi to slink by your place every so often; in fact, it quickly goes from only once a week to multiple times until he’s doing it every day, even many times a day—slipping out for lunch, on a late night walk, when he should be running Agency errands. it’s like you’re drawing him in with some sort of magic. when he can’t make it by to watch you from the shadows, he sits at his desk or lays in bed looking at that little picture of you. you look so quietly stunning—so professional, so assured. the desire he feels could easily breed resentment, what with how much he’s convinced himself you’d never even look in his direction under normal circumstances.

gross pathetic perv stalker!Atsushi can’t help, either, the way he comes to need you so badly without you even knowing. he lays in bed holding your photo with his lip bitten raw between his teeth while he rocks his hips back and forth against a pillow; when he closes his eyes, he pretends it’s you, pretends to hear soft, quiet good boy, Atsushis and other praises he just knows would sound heavenly leaving your lips. when he wraps his fist around his aching cock he pretends it’s your hole he’s fucking—he imagines what your sighs and moans would sound like woven between his own, fully aware that you probably don’t even remember he exists while he twitches and pants your name and spurts cum all over that little picture of your face.

gross pathetic perv stalker!Atsushi gets grumpy and weird when he hasn’t had a taste of you in too long, which winds up being alarmingly short periods of time. he snaps at his coworkers, finds the strangest excuses for scuttling out of the office—to the point where Kunikida’s irritably comparing his tardiness to Dazai’s, and Dazai’s mockingly (and knowingly) comparing his little outbursts with Kunikida’s. he’s so not himself. he knows it, too—but he can’t stop crouching beneath your window, drinking you in between the tiny gaps in your blinds, palming his dick through his pants while he watches you do the most mundane things—make dinner, sit at your computer, read a book, stretch out on the couch in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear.

gross pathetic perv stalker!Atsushi holds onto all the little details—the way your shirt rides up when you reach for something in your cabinets, the way you absentmindedly start undoing your belt on your way to the shower, your reactions to whatever you’re watching on television—all of it. he eats up every crumb of you like he’s starving. he’s so desperate for each new piece of you he finds. soon, however, it stops feeling like enough; he needs more of you, and he feels horrible, already having gone through your file and kept your photo and watched you in what you thought was the privacy of your home, but he can’t help it. he can’t resist you.

somewhat reluctantly, gross pathetic perv stalker!Atsushi hatches plans to break in through your fire escape door and sneak around your place. he already knows your schedule by heart, and his mentor’s taught him enough about lock picking that it won’t be messy; he’ll wait until you’re out on the weekend, or maybe away for work, and satiate his curiosity what he thinks will be for good—this too, of course, he tells himself will be a one time thing. he just needs to be in your space, smell you, feel you—perhaps take one more little something for him to remember you by and then he can be content with the prospect of maybe seeing you around the city sometime.

but it’s not that simple for gross pathetic perv stalker!Atsushi, of course. no matter how terrible he feels, no matter how much his conscience screams at him that he’s a creep, he’s disgustingly desperate, once he gets a little closer to you he knows there’s no going back. the first time he pokes around, innocently admiring your thoughtfully curated trinkets and spunky magnets on the fridge and houseplants you maybe forget to water sometimes, it’s a given that he comes across your basket of dirty laundry. he wasn’t looking for it, he’d swear up and down, if someone were to ask; like you, like everything, he just found it, and he couldn’t help himself. how is it his fault you’re so perfect, and that he needs more of you like you’re a drug?

gross pathetic perv stalker!Atsushi lets himself steal things he’s mostly positive you won’t miss too much—a cone of your favorite incense here, a stick of your chapstick there, and eventually the old briefs that always end up forgotten about at the bottom of the basket. he makes his own sick little shrine to you, burning the incense while he thinks of you, putting on your lip balm and imagining you’ve kissed him with it, jerking off with one hand while the other holds your dirty underwear to his nose and he inhales so hungrily he gets dizzy. it makes it all sweeter when he cums, out of breath and sucking oxygen down, surrounded by you, while he keeps that soiled photo close enough by that he makes a mess on it over and over again. oops.

gross pathetic perv stalker!Atsushi pushes his limits with how much he can take from you without you noticing—he watches you exit your building, sees you off on your way to work (which he’s also swung by a couple times—not that you’d have noticed), and tiptoes up to the sanctuary that is your apartment. he ends up with all sorts of souvenirs: a tiny sample bottle of your signature scent, locks of your hair from at home-trims, another photo of you off your crowded fridge door, a second pair of your underwear to blow his load into. it just gets better and better. but he needs more.

gross pathetic perv stalker!Atsushi thinks he must be crazy, breaking in this late, when he knows you could be back anytime. it’s almost like he wants you to catch him. it all comes back to the fact that he can’t help it; he needs something, anything to keep himself at bay for tonight because your underwear is so saturated with his cum these days that it’s starting to lose your smell. he’ll be quick, he thinks—that is, until he assumes he has time to jerk off facedown in your pillow, humping another pair of your underwear, and he doesn’t hear you closing your front door behind you.

[sorcerersandskillusers]

Little rant about how amazing Dazai is as a character.

I am just so blown away by how much depth there is to him. He is probably the best version of a morally grey character I've ever seen, it not that he isn't too evil and isn't too good, but he has done SO many evil things and SO many good ones that he can't fit either side.

He is both the scariest and most heart-breaking, the most uncaring and the most desperate for help. Every characters perspective changes who he is completely and that's something ive never seen before in fiction

Thinking about Akutagawa makes Dazai seem like a heartless, abusive monster.

Thinking about Ango makes him seem petty and cruel, as well as unable to let go of the past.

Thinking of Atsushi make's he feel reassuring and comforting, a source of hope and kindness.

BEAST made me want to hug Dazai for a thousand years, but also hate him for what he did to Atsushi

Stormbringer made him seem both terrifying and cruel to Chuuya, but also his ultimate protector and the person who most believed in his humanity

In 55 minutes he's a source of hope and reassurance, in Entrance Exam he's sinister and mysterious, as well as super funny and entertaining. In the Dark Era, Oda sees both sides of him and chooses to focus on the side that no one else ever saw, the lonely child who was so buried inside Dazai that even he didn't know it was still there.

We have seen more of Dazai then any other character in the series, he is the only character to appear in every single light novel (minus gaiden cause that's a different story). He plays a super important role in the main series, and we have seen so many sides of him throughout the story. Infact, we've seen way more of him then Atsushi, the literally main character.

But despite all of this, he is somehow STILL one of the biggest unknowns in the series. Despite everything we've seen of him, it still feels like we have just scratched the surface of his character. and the characters in the story feel the same way, the only person to get a glimpse of Dazai's true self is Odasaku, and maybe soon Atsushi.

The deeper you look into Dazai the more you can appreciate him, the light novels especially do the best job of capturing how complicated and interesting his character is, I think most of the Dazai haters out there, are just people who prefer more shallow characters (Not saying that's a bad thing, it doesn't mean those characters are any worse, just that you don't need to think about them to understand them). and if you look at Dazai like that, then of course he seems like a terrible person, you need to actually try to understand him to see how tragic he is, that's what Oda did and that's what a lot of people need to do.

[starlightshadowsworld]

I do wonder if Q was specifically told to go after Atsushi at the train station. Mori releasing them is already suspicious but so is the fact they only went after Atsushi.

Especially with Higuichi and Gin being deployed to protect Dazai. Q’s ability won’t work on him and Haruno and Naomi wouldn’t be much of a threat against Dazai.

And I doubt Q knows anything about Atsushi or his ability. But Mori does, Mori knows Atsushi’s the weretiger and observed him during Anne’s room. He’s seen a glimpse into Atsushi’s mental state and knows he’d be the perfect target for Q.

And I think part of why Mori did this whole thing was to test Atsushi. Just like I think he kept his identity a secret in Anne’s Room, he wants to see what Atsushi will do.

Atsushi’s a new player in this game, a dangerous one at that. Mori needs to know how he works, how he can be stopped. And if maybe this lump of coal can be crushed into a diamond.

[kaurwreck]

I wonder if Fyodor has kept his distance from Atsushi until now because Byakko's claws can cut through skills. I wonder if this is the moment Atsushi could use his claws. Would they slice right through Fyodor's borrowed body to tear him into the same ribbons as Shibusawa?

Is Fyodor afraid of the absolution Atsushi could give him? Or is he starving for it? Is this what he wanted all along? To find Atsushi at the end, to break him until Byakko tears through Atsushi's flesh and into his?

Nothing is hollow; Fyodor is just so hungry for scraps he can't bear to eat that he calls the viscera contracting around his aching gut nothingness, and garnishes his desires with incorrigible sin because then death might taste like salvation. He craves blood but hates when it touches him, because blood and viscera are too warm, too human; and he isn't that, even though he loves humanity so desperately that he's resolved to leave only when he can take the entire world with him.

[note-boom]

See here. BSD is a story about how all of our characters were once children. How the scars and wounds and secrets of their past will always haunt them to the present. We see it with Chuuya, Yosano, Ranpo, even Odasaku briefly, Atsushi, Tachihara, Akutagawa, Kyouka and Kenji right now, even Kouyou just a little bit. They've all overcome it or they've allowed it to consume them. And yet that brief glimpse into a past where they were young and scarred shows us once again just how human they are...every criminal, ever person, was once a child wounded by or protected from the world and doesn't that count for something even if it doesn't excuse the atrocities they commit today?

[lotomber]

Dazai (ADA) Nsfw Alphabet

Warning: Sexual content, Minors strictly do not interact, not proof read

A = AFTERCARE (how do they behave after sex?)

He's really lazy after sex like he would want you to clean him up but if he really tired you out then he won't mind help you clean up. Expect lots of cuddles and kisses and will be extra sweet.

B = BODY PART

He just loves your whole body but he had to pick he would prefer your thighs. It's doesn't matter they are thick or thin, he just loves to be squeezed between them. He would also ask you to sit on him so he could just eat you out.

C = CUM (where do they like to cum?)

He just loves to cum in you it makes him feel more close to you. He might even have a breeding kink if you are in a serious relationship.

D = DIRTY SECRET

He sometimes records while fucking you just to see how good of a job he does. Or to relieve himself when you are not around.

E = EXPERIENCE

He definitely has a lot experience, thanks to his womanizing habits But sex with you is much more meaningful to him.

F = FAVOURITE POSITION

He loves all the positions in which he can see your face but his favorite are missionary, mating press or G-whiz.

G = GOOFY (how do they act during it? )

He's the type to tease and crack jokes, while he occasionally likes to degrade you mixing it with praises but if you don't like it he won't do it.

H = HAIR (does the carpet match the drapes?)

Well he is not well groomed, he just does the bare minimum just trims sometimes.

I = INTIMACY (romantic aspect)

He's not the one to show his real feeling to others but it's different with you in his bed, He make sure to tell you how much he loves and cares about you. And that how much he appreciates you being with him.

J = JACK OFF

He only does it when you are not around otherwise he has pretty good self control but he's just too horny for you.

K = KINK

Dazai's pretty kinky guy. He's into BDSM but he like to stay in power even when you are riding him he will still dominate you. But he won't do anything extreme that could hurt you cause he loves you too much to hurt you. But if you want it he won't mind showing you glimpses of his past self.

L = Location

Anywhere is fine for him cause he's just shameless but something about public places entices him like the idea of getting caught feels hot to him.

M = Motivation (turn ons)

He's a horny man like he can get turned on anytime, anywhere but when he sees you in his shirt it just drives him crazy.

N = NO (turn offs)

Threesomes are a big no for him, He just hates the thought of even sharing you with someone.

O = ORAL

He is a receiver and a giver both, but he prefers to eat you out until you're just begging him to stop.

P = PACE

He starts slowly giving you time to adjust to his size but soon after he just starts thrusting faster like he has no tomorrow.

Q = QUICKIE

He's always open for quickies but he prefers to take his time with you.

R = RISKS

He's always open to try new things and the risks just turn him on more. He likes to bend you over his table in agency when everyone's outside and he just loves it when you give him a blowjob from under his table and the risk of getting caught just excites him more.

S = STAMINA

He has lot of stamina like he can go for 4-5 rounds if not tired. Sometimes he just like to go until you are just babbling incoherent nonsense or you say your safeword.

T = TOYS

Toys are another big no for him he just likes to please you himself.

U = UNFAIR (how much do they like to tease)

He's 100% certified tease. He would just edge you for hours until you are a begging mess and then fuck you for hours overstimulating you.

V = VOLUME

He's just too shameless he doesn't care even if others listen to him. His moans and grunts are just too sultry and on purpose too.

W = WILD CARD (random hc)

Once Atsushi walked in while you both were having sex and left immediately before you could notice him. After that when you saw Atsushi he was just red as tomato and couldn't understand why. But Dazai already knew what happened and kept quiet.

X = X-RAY

He just gives off big dick energy so probably 7-8 inches not too thick but it's length makes up for it.

Y = YEARNING (how badly do they want you?)

Like already mentioned before he's just too horny so he's always open to fuck you. Like he will come and whisper lewd things in your ears to tease you and if you tease him back it just makes him want you more.

Z = Zzzz (how fast they fall asleep after)

He mostly waits until for you to fell asleep first and then also sleeps cuddling you close to him.

[yandere-romanticaa]

Continuation of this post here.

ENDING ONE - you left the ADA.

With a heavy heart you chose to leave the Agency.

Chuuya was beyond thrilled and he was extremely vocal with his joy. In almost no time everything you owned was transferred elsewhere, far away from any prying eyes and possibly bothersome individuals. All that was left of you was the single resignation letter you wrote in a hurry and left in on the president's desk late into the evening when no one else was in the office.

You sit in a comfortable couch and gaze downwards into the city, a glass of fine wine in your hand but your mind is elsewhere. You see Dazai and Atsushi questioning the nearby civilians on your possible whereabouts, even going as far by showing them several photos of you to them.

It was all in vain though. Absolutely everything was wiped away about you, everything, the Port Mafia made it so.

Chuuya made it so.

Feeling his presence behind you was odd, it was so hard to get used to. The scent of fine cologne and cigarette smoke always clung to him but it was addicting in its own little way. You often found yourself laying awake in the middle of the night, thinking about Chuuya as the other side of the bed was empty and vacant mostly due to the fact that Chuuya was often beyond busy. You thought about him and his actions, how good he was to you despite his shortcomings, despite the lack of freedom and autonomy you were basically royalty in the criminal underworld.

Say the word and Chuuya would even buy you a crown if you so wished.

"What's got you so worked up sugar?" said Chuuya as he pressed his lips onto your soft neck, leaving a trail of gentle kisses anywhere he could manage to reach. As he did so he managed to catch a glimpse of the Agency members all gathering up in one place, most likely trying to figure out a new strategy of how to bring you back.

He tsked, his teeth suddenly sinking deeper into your neck, leaving a big purple bruise without a doubt. He quickly shut the blinds and wrapped his arms around your waist, engulfing you in his presence completely now.

There was no way you could move. You could feel him scowling against you. "You don't need those bastards." Another kiss, another quiet little tsk.

"Not when you have me."

He was right. You did have him. He was your whole world now.

Chuuya never did figure out just who was harassing you so much and that still made him a little mad. But beggars can't be choosers and after all this time he could finally hold you, he could finally be with you without any worries.

His fantasy was finally a reality.

🕊️ TAGS: @yanroma, @oneoftheprettynerds, @sxy0ung, @misdollface, @rosemary108233, @itssara-chan

Oh my, just who is the the stalker? Well, guess we'll have to see in the ADA ending but I won't stop you from trying to guess. Stay tuned everyone!

[witchy-weve-monbebe]

My mom came into my room this morning before I'd crawled out once, just to see how I'm doing with the results, ask about it, and she sat down beside me, and barely managed an "I'm sorry, squishy." before she started crying for me. She told me how easy it is to get your passport, how I can put whatever gender I want on there, and said that one of her friends sent money for me to do it.

I've rarely seen or heard about her crying. I can count on one hand the number of times I've seen or heard about her crying.

The first was when my dad was trying to take me away from her, I heard her crying but didn't know if I should go up the stairs the rest of the way, so I didn't.

The second was when we all heard that David Bowie died. I don't remember if I was just told she cried then or if I caught a glimpse.

The third was when I told her I was suicidal at the time. She hugged me as close as she could and cried for me then too, much like she did today.

The fourth was when we heard that Sakurai Atsushi died. I didn't see her cry, I wasn't awake yet, but my grandma commented that the last time she saw my mom cry like that was over David Bowie.

And now today. Today she cried and clung to me and tried to comfort me when my only thought was how I could comfort her.

This shouldn't happen. Parents shouldn't sit there crying for their children who will be hurt by others' hate and lack of action.

No one should fear for their loved ones' safety after an election.