#dazai is such a simp I swear

[kimetsu-chan]

this is the product of my Fem Chuuya brainrot 😃

(*AHEM* @shjsjskshsjs *AHEM*)

A bunch of fem chuuya drawings, ft. Dazai >:)

A LOT of references were used, and I’m way too lazy to go find them again 😃

close ups under the cut :3

Now that I’m looking at em, they’re kinda ugly-

but I poured close to 8-10 hrs on this 😭

Skk my beloveds-

[marikosenwrites]

bungo stray dogs dating headcanons

a/n: note this is for all dazai ranpo atsushi chuuya and akutagawa (in that order) simps <3 my bbys they're all short

warning: names called, kind of ooc(?)

gn!reader

dazai osamu

✧this guy is head over heels for you

✧literally

✧will protect you in anyway possible after losing odasaku (sobb)

✧let's say you're in the agency so he sees you like almost everyday

✧you're the motivation that makes him go to the agency??

✧asks you to do a double suicide with him when you least expect it

✧you say, "some time."

✧DAZAI POUTS SO HARD

✧you chuckle, and ruffle his hair.

✧suddenly. he sits on your lap leaning his head on your shoulder-

✧SLEEPS the day goes by so quickly, and soon, it's already time to get off work and go to dinner with him

✧so you wake him up, "'samu? you said you reserved a table at the restaurant nearby, right?"

✧he jolts up excitedly. "yeah, i did! we're leaving, kunikidaa~"

✧you wave to kunikida on the way out and head for the restaurant

✧yall have a great dinner <3 and head back to the dorm, whereas you and dazai share a dorm!!

✧you take a quick bath and so does dazaiii he is so unbelievably fast

✧he sleeps like a koala. you're his tree.

✧you sometimes almost suffocate and then you wake up and kinda move dazai away from you

✧he grabs tighter.

✧shit ya gonna die but...

"n/n... don't leave me...stay..."

edogawa ranpo

✧you accompany ranpo on any case possible, if kunikida lets you go with him.

✧often times he does, and you're grateful for that

✧though there was this one time that you couldnt accompany ranpo on his case because you had to go for an urgent mission kunikida assigned you

✧he ignored you for so long 😭

✧"r-ranpo... i'm sorry, i had to attend the mission..."

✧he doesn't reply, unlike his usual self

✧you just hug him from behind and hand him a snack, a gesture saying that you're sorry

✧eventually he gives in and leans into your hug

✧you guys chill on the couch while eating popcorn

✧"y/n, y/n, do you wanna hear how the world's GREATEST detective solved today's case?" he asks you enthusiastically (is there a typo)

✧as a good partner, OFC you say yes then he rambles on and on while you eat popcorn and occasionally feed him some

✧you guys soon head to sleep

✧not after you guys take a warmmm bath together in your bathtub, though

✧as you tuck him in, you also give him a big kiss on his forehead, like you always do

✧and get in the bed yourself

"mm. much better. night night, sugar."

nakajima atsushi

✧this guy is so soft for you

✧protect him please and thank you

✧though ofc he wouldnt want you to face akutagawa by yourself

✧that's the only thing he wouldnt want you to protect him from

✧though, it would be nice if you protected him from kunikida's wrath of hell

✧he would come and find you to get to work, if you aren't already living together already

✧you guys walk hand-in-hand to the agency or if you live far, you guys meet up at the train station

✧he sits next to you or near to you in the office

✧kunikida's always complaining how he's always talking to you to his therapist (if he has one i feel like he needs one though)

✧is always paired with you on missions

✧"n/n! are you sure you're okay?" atsushi asks you worriedly.

✧"atsushi, i only bumped into a mannequin by accident-"

✧"are you sure??"

✧you OFTEN need to reassure him that you're fine and it was just a small scratch or something like that

✧he asks multiple times during the day and when you guys sleep he's just like searches for scratches that you're hiding not very obviously cuz he's worried

✧likes holding you when you sleep and you just lean into the crook of his neck like <333 you help him get rid of his nightmares

"good night, n/n... sleep well..."

nakahara chuuya

✧best fucking partner i swear

✧head over heels for you part 2

✧is kind of worried about protecting you if you get targeted by the public

✧only kind of though *wink wink*

✧his ability can protect you well and protect the city

✧if you ever get missions, asks you to send all the files to him just in case you go for more than a day and no one knows where you went

✧"baby, make sure to send me the files before you leave for the mission, alright?"

✧"mhm... i'll make sure to send it tonight, then. just in case i forget tomorrow morning."

✧you don't get lost too often though so he doesn't get to shine TwT

✧when you do though, chuuya gets very very worried and heads to the location to find you

✧always checks if you're okay, if you're heavily injured, fights the guys in like one minute and he's done and then carries you back to pm hq

✧if you're not as heavily injured but still injured (which is often the case if you're lost), still ends the guys in one minute and gets a bandage out of nowhere

✧when he gets home with injuries

✧you get to place kisses on them no matter where they are what they look like

✧sleep with you asking you if you want the big spoon or small spoon

✧you often choose the small spoon

✧rare occasions are that chuuya is heavily injured

✧you and chuuya sleep peacefully <3

"good night, doll. sweet dreams."

akutagawa ryuunosuke

✧akutagawa is clueless about almost everything in a relationship

✧except for that you share affection, i guess??

✧you're always paired with him in missions

✧if you're not akutagawa demands a refund from mori lmao

✧he has gin teach him on the basics of relationships, like what you should do while sharing affection and stuff

✧when you're hurt in a mission he picks you up with rashomon no matter what or how bad your injuries are/injury is, he doesnt care and you need care immediately

✧after picking you up kills the bad guys like "RASHOMON!" that kills them "HOW DARE YOU HURT Y/N?!"

✧"ryuunosuke?? it's only a scratch??" you looked confused to him.

✧"any wound is a fatal wound for you. you don't have an ability, y/n." he states bluntly.

✧you would just kind of bonk his head (so cute omg) and then be like "hmph"

✧he prepares an actual bath for you with bath bubbles and all

✧refuses to join you though he's not used to being completely uncovered in front of someone, even his family/lover

✧after a lot a bit of convincing, you manage to get him in the bath tub with you, relaxing

✧you guys finish bathing with some relaxing in each other's arms

✧he sleeps with a shirt on def but with like boxers on only though

✧he feels better with the shirt cuz rashomon

✧he cuddles you like he's protecting you and stuff

"i love you, y/n. always know that. good night."

a/n: also hoped you liked this! you're always free to request, as long as its in my abilities and i have the time.

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[manicali]

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[giggly-squiggily]

welcome back!! sending you so many hugs and positive vibes 🫂🫂

if you don't mind, may i please request kunikida, chuuya, and dazai where dazai keeps stealing their clothes (sweaters, shirts) and they tickle him until he agrees to give them back?

Mehehehehehehe, this is delightful! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D I did go a little off the rails with it but the prompt is the same all around! I hope you like it :)

CW: Swearing

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It started as an "accident".

“Is that my waistcoat?” Kunikida raised an eyebrow, eyeing the all too familiar garment Dazai currently adorned.

“Huh? Oh this? Must have gotten mixed up in the laundry. I’ll give it back when we get home.” The brunette grinned as he went back to building a log cabin out of pens. The waistcoat was soon forgotten as the blonde ranted at him for being lazy.

` ~~~

Then it became a pattern.

“There you are- is that my choker?” Chuuya squinted up at the brunette as he approached, an easy smile on his lips. “Where’d you get that, I’ve been looking for it for weeks!”

“Oh is this yours? I thought it looked familiar. So- how do I look?” He struck a pose, grinning as Chuuya’s jaw clenched. “I think it brings out my eyes.”

“I’m gonna gouge them out you son of a- GAH! When we get back I swear to god I’m gonna kill you!” Chuuya grumbled, returning his attention to the task at hand.

~~~

Shirts. Sweaters. Sweatpants. Coats. Hats even! 

Various items would go missing throughout the week, returned a night or two later cleaned but wrinkled. The culprit was always the same, even if he never confessed. “Oh I just happened to grab it in the dark! Silly me!” “I just happened to find it; it’s so cozy though!” “My nightshirts are all gross and smelly; could I keep it until laundry day?”

If he were being honest; Kunikida would have no issue with it had the bastard simply asked. Chuuya and him were offering a spare room until his apartment was fixed- a previous job ended in a near assassination attempt on him and a completely destroyed living space- so he had no real grounds to complain. 

Still- he would have liked to wear at least ONE of his newer waistcoats before Dazai allegedly “borrowed” them again.

“That son of a bitch! He took my favorite tie!” Chuuya on the other hand was far more open in his distaste for the brunette’s thievery. “I was gonna wear that today- it had dogs on it! DOGS! He doesn’t even like dogs!”

“Why would you wear a tie with dogs on it?”

“It’s novelty tie day at the Port- don’t look at me like that; it’s not as if the agency’s all serious! Dazai told me about Kyoka’s first day!” The redhead glared briefly before slumping against the table, the hand holding his coffee mug slapping down so hard it nearly broke the cup. “That bastard- I’ll kill him!”

“Hm…” Kunikida hummed, simping his coffee. The feeling was mutual. “He does this alot, does he?”

“He does! Though it’s never been this bad! Something’s up…” Chuuya tapped his fingers against the table, looking thoughtful. “He’s wanting something.”

“What was the outcome in the past when he did this?”

“The outcome? Oh I just-” Something clicked; Chuuya’s face went blank with realization. “Oh. Oh…”

“Oh?” Kunikida leaned in, curious. “What? What is it?”

Chuuya eyed him, debating. Even if they were temporary roommates, there was a definite mistrust still between them. Kunikida braced himself, waiting.

“Fine. I suppose I’ll work with you this time, Poet. Come here.” Chuuya gestured him forward, whispering the plan in Kunikida’s ear. When he pulled away, Kunikida looked…

“What? Don’t believe me?” Chuuya asked, slightly offended.

“No I do.” Kunikida seemed almost in pain. “I just realized how obvious that was. It’s Dazai.”

~~~

“Honey, I’m home~” Dazai called as he walked through his apartment door, shutting it behind him with a foot. When no reply came, he slumped a bit. “Guess I’m the only one here…”

He took a single step into the room before he was off the ground.

“Whoa!” Dazai yelped, watching the room spin around him- or perhaps he was spinning? He felt himself levitate until he was upside down, kicking his feet in the air. “Chibi? You around?”

“Dazai.” Kunikida’s voice came from behind, startling him. He tried to turn around but movement made him lightheaded. “There you are.”

“Hi, Kuni! I’m back!” Dazai tried again, using the couch’s back to slowly rotate. He never felt more like a rotisserie chicken at that moment. “Do you know where Chibi is? Seems I’ve walked into a trap! I must say, this would be an interesting way to go out…” When he peeked at the ground again, he made a face. “Actually no- this would suck. Could you help me get down?”

Kunikida gave him a hard stare, folding his arms across his chest. “Dazai. Are you intentionally stealing our clothes?”

“Whaaat?” Dazai exclaimed with theatrical shock. “Me? Steal your clothes? Oh Kunikida- you wound me! As if I’d ever steal your things!” He sniffed, pretending to wipe a tear away. “All this time, and you’d accuse me of such an act-”

“You’re wearing my shoes.”

Dazai blinked. “Oh. So I am.” He grinned, facade fading away as he smiled sweetly up at him. “Erm, roommate tax?”

“Roommate tax, huh?” A new voice entered the room, sending a mixture of glee and nerves throughout Dazai’s upside down body. “Is that what you call stealing our vests, hats, hundreds of socks-”

“Hey, your socks don’t fit me.” Dazai countered. “They’re too small. Believe me, I've tried.”

“So you admit it!” Chuuya exclaimed, beginning to poke at Dazai’s ribs with eager fingers, making the brunette squirm and giggle. “You HAVE been stealing our clothes!”

“I dohoohohon’t stehahhahal! I reehhehehehetehehehhern theehehehem cleheheahhahan! Ahehahahahha Chuhuhuhuuhuya!” Dazai squeaked, trying to put his arms up to block the feeling. It felt so far away from down here. “Kuhuuhuhuhnikihiihiihda hehehehehelp!”

“Help, you say?” The blonde raised a brow before nodding, unfolding his arms. “Fine.”

Dazai felt relieved. Then he saw the Ideals notebook.

“Noohohohohoho! Nohoohohoho, dohohoohn’t you dhahahhahare-EHEHEHEH!” Out came that dreaded claw; a devious little toy Kunikida kept just for him. Between Chuuya’s prodding fingers and the dreaded grabby tool against his belly, Dazai was screwed. “Wahahahhait, whahahhahait tiihihihihme out! Iihihiihm gohohoohhona be sihihihihihick!”

The tickles came to a brief pause, much to Dazai’s relief. Then he was shifted, levitating on his back before he was lowered on the couch. “Oh this is nice.” He smiled through soft giggles, getting comfy.

For five seconds.

“AH!” He squealed when the other’s attacked once more, Kunikida raising his arms above his head as Chuuya went straight for the pits. “AHEHAHAHAHHAHAHA CHUHUHUHUUHYA! KUHUHUHUUHNIKIHHIHIHIIDA PLEHAHAHAHAHSE!”

“Are you gonna stop taking our things?” Kunikida questioned, unable to fight down a smile at Dazai’s flushed cheeks.

“NOHOHOHOT REAHHAHAHHALLY- AEHHAHAHAHA FIIHIHIHNE FIIHIHHIINE!” His laugh nearly went silent when Chuuya started burying his face into his neck, going for his worst spot. “I’LL STAHAHAHP I’LL STAHAHHAHAP PLEHAHAHAHHASE!”

The tickles once again stopped, this time for good. Dazai’s body felt limp as he sank further in the couch, gasping for air. “Eheheheehe…yohoohou two are sihiihihhlly!”

"And you're a son of a bitch. If you wanted us to tickle you- just ask next time?" Chuuya flicked his nose lightly, sliding his hand down until it reached his tie. “Seriously- just who do you think you are stealing my new tie?” He plucked it out of where it sat, pulling it up for view. “I need this for-”

The tie Dazai wore was plain. Not a dog in sight. Dazai blinked, tilting his head to look past. “Is that it?”

Sure enough, a tie adorned with dogs hung by the door, clean and untouched. Chuuya flushed, eyes widening at his mistake. “You know I don’t care for dogs, Chibi. Why would I take your tie?” Dazai didn’t sound angry- no; if anything he sounded rather…mischievous. A devious smile pulled on his lips as he began to sit up, closing in on the redhead. “This won’t do at all…”

“D-Dazai, I swear to god-oi, poet! Help!” Chuuya backed away, looking for an ally.

“Oh would you look at that- the boss wanted to meet for drinks. I shouldn’t keep him waiting-” Kunikida tried to run, but Dazai’s hand already found the back of his vest, keeping him there.

“What’s the rush? Don’t you two wanna see me?” Dazai cooed, adjusting his grip until he had both of them trapped, arms around their waists and fingers poised. “I’m a little hurt! Why don’t you make it up to me~”

Thanks for reading!

[chuuyascumsock]

Hiya! Could you write some Akutagawa fluff? I swear this guy cold and stoic but when it comes to his S/O he sometimes enjoys to be pampered. He likes to feel his partner's warmth and light touch on his skin. Oneshot would be great. Ryu coming home to his love and seeing them sitting on couch already feels like home :] Thank you, I adore your work

Your Embrace Is Home

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Reader Drabble

A/N: I sure can do so! But I don’t really do Oneshots at the moment since my Oneshots are usually 2k+ words and I already have a few planned out. So here’s a Drabble (less than 1k word count) to soothe your troubles. Also, I’d like to note that I technically should not be doing this because I have a deal with an irl friend that I can’t simp (AT ALL, INCLUDING WRITING FANFICS) about any characters for $20 and a secret reveal at the end of this month so if any of you snitch on me it’s over for y’all lol.

Rarely did Akutagawa ever fail a mission, yet this one had been exceptionally hard with that weretiger getting in the way, Dazai by his side. Seeing the former mafia executive took a heavy toll on his emotional and mental state, leaving him feeling more exhausted than usual. It seemed to become more of a common occurrence with each passing week. They just didn’t know when to stop interfering.

Trudging into your apartment was like entering a safe space, unarguably, it felt like home more-so than his own place. A place he could lock him and yourself away from the world— the idea was comforting. That feeling of comfort only grew as your head lifted from your book a small smile on your face. The warm light from your fireplace created a soft glow against your skin.

“Hello, how was your— are you alright, Ryuu?” Your smile fell into a gentle look of concern as you noted just how tired and roughed-up he looked.

His lips pressed together, feeling too worn out to answer. Instead, he quietly coughed into his hand and deeply inhaled. It didn’t stop him from making his way around the couch to where you sat, your book now placed on the table stand next to you.

“Was it him again?” You gathered, cautiously wording your sentence.

The cushion next to you sunk as Akutagawa wordlessly confirmed your suspicions with a shaky exhale. He watched your fireplace crackle for a moment as you shifted closer to him. Unconsciously, Akutagawa began to lean into your touch, your warmth carrying over to him as he embraced you, limbs entangling messily.

You fell to your back against the arm of your couch, slightly taken off-guard by the shift in position, yet no complaints fell from your lips. Though he smelt of faint copper and the earthy ground, you melted further into his arms.

There was another heavy inhale and exhale from Akutagawa as his stiff limbs relaxed against you, his eyes screwing shut as he focused on your cleaner scent, wanting to wash the smell of blood and debris from his senses. To wash away the events from earlier that day.

A hand made its way into his slightly tangled hair, fingers curling and stretching to straighten them out as you hummed lightly, “Tough day, then?” You asked rhetorically.

Akutagawa watched through his lashes as the fire flickered back and forth, a content sigh leaving his nose, “Yes.”

A little taken aback by the response, you pushed past it and continued to run your hands through his hair, “Is this helping?”

“Yes,” He responded even quieter.

Taking in the noticeable lull in his tone, you stopped talking altogether and let the warmth of the fireplace and his body seep through your clothes.

With his eyes fluttering closed, Akutagawa felt a home in your embrace.

[osarina]

One thing I love about your Dazai is that he's not the usual womaniser, he doesn't flirt with women after having found the reader, he never cheats on her not even with a silly flirt, the reader it's his one and only. And I love you sm for this.

UGHHHH I LOVE YOU no because my dazai will always be such a simp i swear, he loves us so very much even when he can’t even admit it to himself. when he loves he loves soooo intensely and so deeply 🤞 you will never catch me writing cheater dazai

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Come a Little Closer | Chapter 5 (final)

Read: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Words: 4489

Pairs: gn!reader/Arthur; f!MC/Mozart

Tags: swearing; drinking; spoilers from Mozart’s and Arthur’s route in one big bowl of salad; lots of pet names (because I love it); MC is the one in-game, just to make it more clear; Mozart being petty; reader and Arthur being adorable and chaotic; suggestive scenes because we have Arthot as one of the main characters; Arthur simping over you.

Breakfast had been as normal as it could be. Dazai entered through the window, returning from who knows where; Theo stuffed his face with pancakes and syrup; and Jean had to be dragged out of his room to actually eat something. However, Mozart didn’t show up, and you didn’t hear him playing through the night, so you weren’t sure what happened.

When everyone finished and dispersed to their respective rooms and errands, you went to the kitchen to clean up. Arthur sometimes stayed to keep you company, chat about trivialities, and even help when Sebastian allowed him — and he didn’t approve much of Arthur’s help ever since the writer said he’d do the dishes, hit his arm on three glasses that were too close to the edge of the sink, and broke them. Today was one of those days that he stayed but wasn’t allowed to touch anything.

Sebastian went to Comte’s office, probably to give him his morning tea, while MC was assembling Isaac’s brunch. And Arthur pulled a chair to your side, hugging you by the waist while you finished polishing the cutlery.

“I’ll get this to Isaac. Be right back!” MC said, leaving the kitchen.

“Sooo,” Arthur said, a cheeky smile on his face. He got up to corner you against the counter. “Looks like we’re alone, my love.”

“Well observed, detective,” you giggled.

“Any ideas?”

"Lots of them,” you said, turning around to look at him. He grinned, but it faded quickly. “But none for right now because I have a ton of work to do.”

"Come on, honey, humor me," he pouted, and you couldn't help but burst into laughter.

“I’m sorry, honey, but I really need to finish here,” you consoled him. “But I can make up to you some other time.”

“Mmm, tempting,” he leaned in and gave you a quick kiss on the lips.

"For God’s sake, I don’t want to see it every time I walk into a room,” Mozart said, sounding disgusted. “I promised to behave, but you have to as well. And it’s not sanitary to do it here,” he frowned.

“Would you prefer we go to my room?” Arthur asked, smirking.

The musician looked at you, as if asking permission to kill your boyfriend right this instant. He opted to just groan and get something to eat. “Don’t push your luck.”

“I’m just teasing you, Wolfie. You need to get laid to relax a little.”

Mozart whipped around so fast to face Arthur that his neck snapped, his eyes widening in horror and surprise. He was blushing so hard that even his ears were red. You didn’t know if it was anger or embarrassment, probably both.

“Why would you say it out loud?” you sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Was?” His voice finally came out. Looked like Arthur broke your brother.

Silence. No one dared to say a word for a whole minute.

“Is everything okay, Mozart?” MC’s melodious voice cut through the awkward silence, prompting all three of you to stop staring at each other and turn to look at her standing in the doorway. You really liked MC, but now was the worst time for her to come back. “Your face is really red. Are you sick? Can I help you with something?”

Oh, no. 

“Yes, yes!” Arthur said. You gazed at him, seeing his grin widening on his face. You told him that you thought Mozart was starting to like MC, and he couldn’t resist such good timing for teasing. “I think you’re the only one who can help Wolfie right now.”

“Oh!” She took a step forward, her eyes filled with concern. “What can I do for you?”

Mozart didn’t say anything, just glared at Arthur and left the room, muttering something under his breath; you’d bet he was swearing in German. He didn’t even have time to grab coffee or something to eat before leaving, just some blanc.

MC followed the musician with her gaze until he was out of sight. Frowning, she looked back at you. “What happened? Did I do something?”

“No, you did nothing. Don’t worry.” You glanced at your boyfriend, a scowl on your face. “But you…”

“I didn’t know that would happen!” He raised his hands to try to defend himself. “But it was funny.”

“I’d sleep with an eye open tonight, just to make sure,” you sighed.

xxx

Mozart ran to his music room and slammed the door shut. He sat down on his piano bench to catch his breath; he wasn’t used to running. Yes, as soon as he was out of the kitchen, he ran. He didn’t know why, he just knew he had to get out of there. Usually, he was really good at ignoring Arthur or making a snarky comment back, but today his brain stopped functioning; the scoundrel really outdid himself. MC arriving didn’t help either; she looked so worried, his heart panged when he saw her face.

How was he supposed to look at her now? He knew he acted weird, and she wouldn’t let it slip. She was stubborn and usually did everything she could to make him talk to her. Wasn’t that how they started chatting anyway? He didn’t know if he should be grateful or not because this was the whole reason for his predicament now, but he really didn’t want to talk about what happened.

His mood soured when he realized he had no way out. He agreed to teach her how to play the song he composed for her. She’d probably look for him when she wasn’t so busy, and deep in his heart, he longed for the time he’d spend with her. On the other hand, he knew every lesson he taught her would be a countdown to the day she’d go away — the day she’d leave the mansion forever and never come back. He groaned aloud; his sour mood only worsened now.

Mozart looked down at the piano, attempting to keep himself busy, but he couldn’t concentrate. He wasn’t oblivious or dense. After spending the night thinking about it, he came to the logical conclusion that she was the shortest friendship he ever had because he was in love with her. And that’s when the problem really started. What should he do about it? Should he say something? Would she be mad at him if he told her about his feelings? Was there even a slight chance of her reciprocating? Would she stay if he asked? Did he have the right to ask that of her? He mistreated her half of her time in the mansion; would she even believe he was now in love with her?

He blamed your stupid advice; that was the reason he was going crazy. ‘Won’t hurt to just think’, his ass! He spent the whole night thinking about MC, without being able to reach a conclusion that made actual sense and wouldn’t hurt anyone. When he realized, the sun was rising while he was still staring at his ceiling in silence, his heart beating faster than ever before.

He didn’t realize he had missed lunch until his uncomfortable thoughts and lonely silence were broken by the worst person — again. Three knocks on the door and her sweet voice calling him.

“Mozart? Are you in there?”

He thought back to what Arthur said in the kitchen in the morning, how worried she looked, what you told him about his feelings… it all made his breath hitch in his throat. He heard her mumble something and realized he hadn’t responded yet. She was probably leaving, assuming he wasn’t there. Would she continue to look for him or just give up and go back to her chores?

“Come in,” he replied, his voice was hoarse, so he cleared his throat to try to make it better. He turned around to look at her, and as soon as she entered the room, her sweet, alluring scent hit his senses hard. He was so screwed.

“You didn’t show up for lunch,” she said with a smile that seemed to illuminate the whole room, and he thought he’d go blind. “So I brought you a plate and some blanc.” She set the tray on his coffee table, studying his face with a frown. “You look tired.”

“I stayed up all night.”

“Really? I didn’t hear your piano like I usually do.”

“I was in my bedroom, just couldn’t sleep,” he wearily answered.

“Mmm… If you need something, tell me,” she said, her voice filled with worry. “I’ll try to help in any way I can.”

“Yes, thank you,” he sighed.

“I mean it,” she said matter-of-factly, reassuring her support to him. He only nodded, and she smiled. “Great.”

He noticed how she stood in the middle of the room, looking at him and fidgeting with her fingers. “You want to ask about your lessons, right?” he inquired. She was too easy to read, and he found it delightful.

“Ah, well… yes. But I don’t wanna impose! You already spent the whole night awake, you should rest.”

“It’s fine. I’m free now,” he shrugged. If he was gonna suffer with her presence, it’d be better to just do it already. “What about you?”

“Ah, I need to help clean the kitchen, but then I’ll be free for a while!”

“Alright, I’ll be here then,” he tried to sound nonchalant as usual.

She left the room with a big smile and promised to be back quickly so as not to disturb his composing. If only she knew she was disturbing even when she wasn’t there — not that it was her fault anyway. With a deep sigh, Mozart got up and reached for the food and blanc she brought him, trying not to dwell on how the drink seemed to make no difference to his thirst.

xxx

Despite his heart telling him to scream from the balcony so the whole of Paris would hear that he liked MC, he didn’t do it. He kept quiet, even though it was proving to be hard to keep it to himself during their music lessons. And with each passing day, he felt like he was about to explode the whole mansion, because each day that passed brought him one day closer to her leaving.

“Wait, what was this note again?” she asked, pointing at the music sheet in front of them. Mozart had dragged another bench for her to sit beside him, to make it easier to teach her, of course.

“An E,” he replied patiently. “It’s this one here.” He played the key.

“Okay!” She tried playing again.

“Just remember, it changes when the clef changes.” She shot him a quizzical look, and he thought it was the most adorable expression he had ever seen on her face — at least at the moment; he believed she had many other ‘most adorable expressions’. He pointed to the music sheet. “Pay attention here. See? With the treble clef, it’s E. But with the bass clef, it’s G.”

“Ah, right…” She frowned and sighed. 

“Do you want to play with only your right hand for now? It’s easier.”

“No, I can do it!” She perked up and smiled again. She stared intently at the music sheet, and he heard her mumbling the notes to figure out where she should place her hands. “Here, right?”

“Right. But use this finger.” He gently guided her left hand, his touch lingering a second longer than necessary.

She hummed in agreement and started to play. She wasn’t the best music student, but he could tell she was really trying. Slowly pressing the keys, she took her time to think about which note to play and then executed it, prolonging all the durations. She was biting her lip in concentration, grimacing whenever her finger didn’t press the key with the necessary strength, and the sound was almost inaudible.

If any other person played the way she did, Mozart would find it hideous and make them stop. However, it was her. And as quickly as he figured out his feelings, he realized they ran deep, because, for him, she was playing something beautiful.

She was still in the first page and probably wouldn’t be able to finish learning the whole song before leaving, but he could tell that she was happy with just learning it at all. She had a huge smile when she turned to look at him, caught by surprise to find he was studying her face.

“A-ah… Erm… How was it?” She hesitated, the words seemed to fly away from her brain when she gazed into his eyes.

“Not the worst,” he replied.

He leaned over a little, enough to be closer than usual. Taking a deep breath, he frowned. It was already hard to sit beside her, but her scent was almost unbearably more intense this close. He twirled a lock of her hair around his index finger and brought it to his face, savoring her delicious scent as he kissed it without even realizing what he was doing.

“Um, Mozart?” she asked, her face blushing. 

“Are you wearing a new perfume?”

“No,” her voice was almost a whisper. “Why do you ask?”

“Just curious,” he replied dismissively.

She opened her mouth to say something but closed it again when she looked into his eyes, noticing how they stared right into her soul. Her breath hitched, and she saw his gaze waver; it lasted for a second or two, but she noticed — she paid him enough attention.

He continued to stare at her intensely. With his keen ear, he clearly heard the hitch in her breath, and he wondered if he could also hear her heartbeat.

Could he hear her blood pumping in her veins?

Could he feel it?

Unconsciously, he leaned closer, entranced by his own thoughts.

He stopped when he heard her release a low whimper. What was he doing? His eyes widened slightly; he had never felt this out of control before. Though he should back away, he found himself unable to move. She showed no sign of retreating either. He assumed she was too stunned to move, and he was right, though not for the reason he initially thought.

She was already nervous around Mozart, but it intensified now. She wasn’t clueless or stupid; she knew she liked him, even if they had gotten close just a week ago or so. She didn’t want to tell him anything — not now, at least — and risk ruining the friendship they had just started. However, how was she supposed to keep it together when he acted like... that? She swore he was about to kiss her or... bite her — maybe both. Goosebumps ran up her spine, and she took a deep breath, trying to calm down her heart. Keyword: try.

“I-I’m on dust duty after this,” she stuttered, her voice still low. He raised an inquisitive brow, not following where this topic was coming from. “I’ll help Sebas with dinner later and probably go downtown with YN to run some errands. Some residents asked us to buy stuff next time we were downtown…” She was rambling; he had never seen her so nervous. She was always a talkative person, but there was something endearing about how she was speaking so rapidly and randomly in that moment. She even slipped in some words in her mother language. “I noticed we’re running out of coffee while brewing some this morning, so I have to buy some coffee too… Do you also drink tea? I like tea more than coffee. If you’d like to try some, I can tell you about the ones more likely to suit your taste.”

He couldn’t say anything in response. What was he supposed to say anyway? She stopped talking abruptly, licking her lips and biting them to prevent herself from nervously ranting again. His eyes flicked down to follow the motion and then turned to hers, observing how they apprehensively looked at him. 

Mozart knew his feelings were still new, but if he didn’t do or say something now, when would he? She’d leave in a day and a half… He didn’t have time. On the other hand, it could turn out badly and ruin everything for good. From his point of view, he had two options to consider at the moment: 1. feign innocence and kiss her cheek as a way of expressing friendship, pretending this was his idea from the start; 2. pull away and risk not being able to share his feelings with her, likely also lying that he never tried anything.

However, a third option lingered, one that existed only in her mind for now.

Unable to bear the tension any longer, she was never one to think before acting — that’s how she got there in the first place. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes tightly and prayed for the best, closing the gap between them. It was nothing more than a brush of lips, and then she pulled away slightly, fluttering her eyes open.

“What was that for?” His voice came out as a husky whisper. His face was flushed, and his eyes were unreadable; she thought he might be mad at her.

A little panicky, she straightened her body, averting her gaze. MC nervously fidgeted with her fingers, her throat felt dry, and she believed she had lost her voice. She thought about running away, lock herself in her bedroom, and cry until the door opened again, so she could throw herself straight to the 21st century even if this wasn’t what she wanted. Yes, she was thinking about staying, but if he got angry and she ended up ruining everything, her anxious mind thought it’d be better to just go back to her time in shame — not her home, because she felt at home in the mansion now.

“I-I-I…” She attempted to say something, but her voice caught in her throat, and her lips quivered. A soft sniffle escaped her, and she felt her cheeks getting wet. She wasn’t sure if her legs would be able to keep her steady enough to stand up and run now.

“Why are you crying?” His eyes widened momentarily. Internally, he was panicking and screaming, but he had to maintain a calm expression to avoid startling her further. Gently, he reached for her face, turning her to look at him while wiping away her tears.

MC tried to formulate something, but a sob was the only thing that came out. Feeling vulnerable, stupid, and confused, she found herself surprised by the gentle touch, especially after he had sounded annoyed when asking about the kiss.

Mozart couldn’t stand to see her crying, especially because he didn’t even understand why she was crying in the first place. He pulled her against his chest, embracing her reassuringly. “Don’t cry.” He threaded his fingers through her hair to help calm her down. “Stop crying already.” His words were stern, but his voice remained soft, gentle, and filled with concern. His calm façade was crumbling down.

It took her a few minutes to calm down, and Mozart held her in tightly the whole time. Finally, she let out a shuddered, relieved breath, and he tried to keep her in his arms, but she pulled away. Nervously, she glanced around the music room, as if searching for the right words. He didn’t press; he simply waited, gazing into her puffy eyes and her red, tear-stained face.

“I’m sorry,” she softly murmured. He considered saying something, but realized she probably had more to express; she was only struggling to find the right words. “I didn’t mean to impose and make you upset. It was stupid, and I apologize for… you know.”

“I’m not,” he replied, frowning. 

She looked at him as if she had discovered some brand new information. “You’re not?”

“No.” He raised an eyebrow. Was she bad at reading people or was he bad at showing his feelings? Perhaps a little bit of both.

“Annoyed then?” She frowned, trying to understand. “In any case, I apologize-”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he interrupted. “But you indeed made a mistake.” Her eyes wavered for only a second.

Mozart leaned in closer again, but this time he didn’t stop to think; he just closed the gap between them. Keeping his eyes open to gauge her reaction, he noticed how she widened her eyes before closing them, and only then did he close his too. Sliding his hand behind her neck, he kept her close to deepen the kiss, feeling her shudder a breath and grab him by his lapel.

It was good, it was like being complete, and it was about to make Mozart be driven by bloodlust. He broke the kiss to gaze into MC’s eyes. She pulled back, and she was about to take her hands away from him, but he held them in place.

“Can you see your mistake now?” he asked, chuckling at her puzzled gaze.

She frowned while playing with his lapel. “But can you blame me?” she said, her voice still stammering a bit. “You send me mixed signals, I’m not sure how to feel, how you feel.”

Oh, he knew what the problem was. He was just too stubborn and shy to admit it out loud. Pulling her into a hug, he hid his flushing face from her while he contemplated how to confess. “I’ll try to make it clear from now on, so you better not cry about it again because I’ll keep you close for a good time.”

“Is this your way of telling me you like me?” She giggled, shaking his body with hers. “See, you need to practice the delivery; it’s still confusing. You talk like you’re scolding me.” She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him back with a squeeze.

“I know.” He smiled and kissed the top of her head.

They stayed there, enjoying the peace and quiet for a few minutes, until she looked up at him, placing her chin on his chest. “It’s really nice here, but I need to go.”

His arms instinctively tightened around her body. “No. I won’t let you go, I can’t.”

“But-”

“No buts. I’m being selfish, and I don’t care.” He gently cradled her face in his hands, treating her like the most precious and delicate thing in the whole world. “You’re staying, you hear me? I might not deserve you after mistreating you for a good time, but you can’t leave! You’re not allowed to leave me!”

Breathing heavily, as if he had just completed a marathon, Mozart continued to gaze into her eyes. His own eyes attempted to convey his feelings. She blinked a few times, tilting her head to the side and leaning into the palm of his hand. It was an action that would’ve made him swoon if not for the extremely confused expression on her face. Didn’t she feel the same? But they just kissed… Didn’t she want to stay?

“What are you saying?” she inquired.

“Exactly what you heard.”

Raising an inquisitive eyebrow, she tried to understand. A playful smile spread across her face in the next second. “Well, well, it looks like I’m not the only one making mistakes today, Mozart.”

He frowned and lightly pinched her cheeks. “Why are you laughing?”

“I was talking about needing to go help Sebastian with dinner.”

“... What?”

“I should ask you: what?” She chuckled. “Did you think I was talking about going to the future? Because I’m not going back; I’ll stay here in the mansion. I already talked to Comte.”

He blinked slowly, processing her question. “You’re not going back home?”

“Mmm, I’m already home.” She flashed him a loving smile, and his heart skipped a beat. “I made up my mind last week. I like it here better than in the future.”

“But you said you wanted to learn the music to play when you went home…”

“Ah, yes… Well, I wasn’t exactly lying; I was still indecisive then. However, I also used it as an excuse to spend more time with you and see if I could do something about my feelings.”

“Honestly…” Mozart sighed and frowned, but she could see him suppressing a smile. “What am I gonna do with you? You better take responsibility for deceiving me.”

He leaned down to kiss her once more, and she laughed. It was so typical of him; she was already getting the hang of reading into his words and actions, but she knew she’d get even better.

They’d have plenty of time, after all.

xxx

Little bonus scene:

Comte was throwing another party to celebrate another guest deciding to permanently live there with them — and he was going all out again.

You were sitting on the couch, a glass of wine in one hand, your boyfriend’s arm over your shoulder, and happiness bubbling inside you. It all felt familiar, as if this entire scene had happened before. And it really had, but things had changed a lot since last time.

This time, you didn’t have to drag your brother or pull the young sibling charm to convince him to play; he was there by his own accord, sitting by the piano with his girlfriend and smiling. You saw Shakespeare passing by, staring at Mozart’s smile, probably thinking someone had already given him alcohol. You knew he hadn’t drunk anything; as cheesy and sappy as it sounded, he was drunk on love.

Arthur was nuzzling his nose against your face and kissing you like another love-drunk vampire when you heard MC’s voice ringing in front of you.

“Hey, guys!” She sat by your other side, smiling. 

Mozart wasn’t with her, but he arrived a few seconds later, with a plate of appetizers and a drink in his hands. He frowned looking at you three and turned to MC, going to sit on her other side. He could sit between you and her, but despite not liking to share her attention, he knew she liked talking to you — and you to her. He gave her the food and drink, and she beamed at him, kissing his cheek.

You and Arthur couldn’t help but notice that Mozart didn’t take a second look in your direction, not even saying anything about how close you were or anything. To his credit, he had been better ever since he and MC got together; his possessive and petty behavior was now fully focused on his girlfriend — who thankfully knew very well how to handle it. They were really a good couple, and you were happy that you had the whole idea of setting them up.

“Told you he needed to get laid to relax,” Arthur said with a mischievous grin.

MC and Mozart whipped their heads to you and Arthur, widening their eyes, while you sighed loudly.

“You really need to stop saying these things out loud…”

Aaaand it’s over! Thank you for your patience waiting for this last update! 🤍

Masterlists

[simping-for-red-flags]

The simp urge to protect Dazai at all costs and swear he never did anything wrong, vs the Aku kinnie urge to put him in a woodchipper and make him pay for his crimes against my baby

This is a war I fight constantly

[chuuyasfanboy]

currently in class, and I have a request to work on later, but I just wanted to share bsd music headcanons... you may notice my music taste is dominated by a certain William woodiam, it's okay guys don't mind that

If you haven't heard these songs listen to them right now they're so bsd coded, I might write fics based off of em someday..

Not nearly as many as I could, if someone requests it I can go back later and make a whole post with even more of em cuz omg

Dazai

Ofc the classic Skeleton Appreciation Day in Vestal, NY by Will Wood. I like this call this one the Dazai love ballad. "All love starts as a scheme", "Some of the best liars only want the truth", "If I come home baby will you show me your bones". Also, " A selfish book is always open" is SO Beast Dazai coded it's UNREAL.

Speaking of Beast Dazai, Yeah Yeah Yeah (V2) by Jack Conte. "I knew it all along", "I felt it in my heart, if theres even one to feel".

And for dark era/15 Era dazai, Haunt Me (x 3) by Teen Suicide is my go to. "I want a lo of friends and a lot of drugs", plus the speech at the end about self esteem guys it's such a vibe too it FEEEEEELS like dazai.

I can probably fit any Will Wood song to Dazai actually...

Chuuya

LEMONS by Brye and Cavetown is SOOOOO angsty one sided skk. Like it feels like chuuya ranting abt how horribly dazai treated him? Such a mood, he listens to it every day.

I also feel like chuuya would listen to jazzy phone? There was one I knew a while ago but I forgot the name but I swear guys it is so vibey.

Also it's so iconic, but those power boost songs. The ones you find in edit audio Playlists yk? The one in mind rn is Taking Over the World by Coyote Theory.

ALSO I can't remember the song, but it's by the Crane Sisters or something? All angsty feeling, and all like fire feeling. I think it's called Curses or smthn? Really good.

Poe

just one thought cuz it came on, but Bugbear by Chloe Moriondo. The music vibe feels a little too modern for him, he's definitely into classical music, but guys it is literally him simping for Ranpo I LOVE this song its cute asf<333 "I feels braindead next to you" ughhhh gay

Odasaku

Advice by Alex G. It feels so angsty and kinda like the vibes of when he dies? As well as Momento Mori by Will Wood just cuz of that same reason </3

Akutagawa

LAPLACE'S ANGEL BY WILL WOOD GUYS. GUYS i love this song. "The only ones in need of love are those who don't receive enough so evil ones should get a little more", "run your diagnostic tests it's positive nobody dies agnostic but we still dial 911", "from up here you look like ants in a row" GYSSSS this song is my favorite.

[dropswand]

Just read bsd 113, and I HAVE THOUGHTS AND QUESTIONS.

Is fyodor immortal? Maybe his claims of being some sort of demon wasn't far off? Like it wasn't the full truth, him being forced or possessed, but him being some sort of demom was. If the book can exist, so can this. Or maybe it's like Supernatural, and how Cas possesses a man and demons takeover people fully and atuff. I don't know man!!

Next is when Fukuzawa imagines the agency and Dazai isn't there. Why? I'm just confused, like is he not a member in his mind, or is it because he's currently in jail and after all the shit he went through with the other members, its not immediately on his mind? I dont know. I swear we never got the impression that Fukuzawa never considered him a member before, so this is straight out of left field.

Also Fukuzawa crying after Teruko finally kills Fukuichi, which like finally, but also made me feel so upset for him. His reminiscing and everything killed me I swear, but Aya coming in and cheering while he's having a moment made me giggle. Bad timing, give him a moment kiddo.

I knew Sigma wasn't dead, just information overload or processing, so I wasn't too worried about that. I'm still not over Fyodor being around for centuries. Also I've felt like this for a while, but he's definitely not dead. Lol.

It's not sensical to kill him off with how little we know, and how much depth there is to yet be explained about him. Lowkey, I feel like if Dazai didn't die this time against him like at all, it's definitely going to be a much closer thing the next time they scuffle. And I'm a Dazai simp sooo.... 💀💀💀

Because Fyodor is definitely alive.

He's like immortal or something, probably has to do with some kind off religious spin off. Kind of like Hazbin Hotel and their spin off lore of religion and stuff.

Also my bet is Tanizaki being chosen to join the mafia. Literally the best, most suitable option. ALSO HE LITERALLY CAUGHT GIN, THE BEST ASSASSIN IN THE PM, OFF GUARD. And wasn't it said, they wanted someone good at assassinations or something, or am I recalling incorrectly. Its been a while... 😓

Ok, that's everthing I can think of rn, I'm going to sleep. Maybe ;)

[justanotherniky]

30 Day HypMic Challenge!

Double post today! Because I wasn't gonna be left behind~

DAY 7: CHARACTER YOU RELATE TO THE MOST/FAVOURITE CHARACTER EVER

🎭 NURUDE SASARA

There's two clauses to this day and Sasara kind of fits both, but mostly he goes here because he's my absolute favourite character in HypMic alongside Ramuda. But I do relate to this bad boi a bit, because if you couldn't tell, clowns who clown together stick together. :)

It took me forever to actually pick a favourite character in HypMic, because there's so many, and because I'm just kind of like that. Takes me a while to commit. :kekw:

And even when I did pick, I couldn't fully settle on one, because as I said, Sasara does share the spot with Ramuda. But I guess they're my favourites for some of the same reasons, but some different ones.

I remember liking Sasara as soon as I met him while listening to the drama tracks. I knew all of the characters already, but when I got to the DotsuHon track, I had never seen Sasara in action yet, I'd just read something off of the wiki and seen pictures of him. I had no strong opinions.

But oh boy was I about to have them.

I just loved him. I didn't expect him to be so smart and clever right off the bat. I was absolutely not expecting to perceive his depth so quickly, even through his usual funny and lighthearted persona. He immediately spoke to me, and I knew I was dealing with one that was going to become one of my favourite characters ever, not just in HypMic. My ult bias, if you will. *wink* (Sasara sits at the same table as Han Jisung in my brain. They should both feel honoured.)

Not to mention that he's, just, hot. Like, LOOK AT THE MAN. I know the orange matched with the green hair is a bit controversial but STILL the idea of a very polished looking outfit but in funky colours and with a silly pattern just feels perfectly in tune with his personality. It fits him! And that also means I get to salivate over him when they choose to remove his jacket in ARB cards. (Looking at you latest event - I was a mess for days.)

Obviously, knowing me, number 1 gay person and BL fan, my favourite character couldn't not be a gay little shit as well. That is something we have in common a stupid amount: both Sasara and I are gay disasters. We would have so much fun simping over men together while drinking tea. Also it is so hilarious that Sasara has such a fixed type in men I swear to god, the Rosho/MCD Samatoki parallels have me cackling every time. This man really replaced his ex he couldn't get over with basically the same guy but in white cum patate. Iconic move. For the history books.

Also, is anyone surprised that my favourite character is once again an ENTP fuckboy? No, I know. No one is. But birds of a feather come together, I guess, because I also am an ENTP fuckboy. :) I wasn't always - I guess this little bastard influenced me, together with some other assholes like Vanitas or Dazai or who knows who else. There's always one.

Should I cut the Sasara ramble short? Maybe. Maybe I should. Thanks to those who stuck around. Stan DotsuHon, stan Sasara. Ship SasaRosho. Peace out xoxo

[fyodior]

I have a confession to make 🫡 I started bsd and was simping for chuuya for 1 and a half years while swearing up and down that I dislike dazai. WELL I rewatched the anime in anticipation of S4 and boom, I'm simping for a bag of bandages all of a sudden help

yaaaaaaasasssss one of my main goals is to turn everyone into a dazai girlie (gender neutral)

[imagineanime2022]

Hey, so i am back so have you watch bungou stray dog part 4 yet? I want to request Fuyuko x Kunikida or Dazai (Platonic) even Fuyuko dating Chuya but we don't focuse romance here and nurse's reader was here too his name was Sai if you don't mind can you note my two OC name too, in the end it have two path Fuyuko's main path was Kunikida path but i want to write other path (Dazai's path) first.

Fuyuko or Y/N = Mori's simp reader/Port mafia's executive reader

Sai = Nurse's reader

(I'm sorry if this request was cringe i didn't watch full bungou stray dogs part 4-5 yet if some point that i lost you can add it)

I want to request when Chuya and Fuyuko take order from Mori to rescue armed detective agency and Kunikida ask Fuyuko something before Kunikida jump out from helicopter

Mori order his 2 executives (Fuyuko and Chuya) to rescue armed detective both of them take order, Fuyuko who have duty to control port mafia's armory order her subodinates to prepare helicopter and she going to be th one who fly a helicopter and her subodinate was beside her and Chuya was passenger, Chuya ask Fuyuko to prepare bullets box Fuyuko ask Chuya if Chuya want gun but Chuya reject it. After Chuya get in helicopter, Fuyuko fly a helicopter to help armed detective during flied Fuyuko ask Chuya if armed detective member going to join port mafia Chuya said it part of the deal, Fuyuko said she hope it not Dazai, Kyoka, Kunikida or Sai and Fuyuko's face look troble but Fuyuko calm herself down (can you add Chuya react here?) Fuyuko's subodinate said he see armed detective membees now. Tetcho going to stab Yosano and Sai who is medic in armed detective agancy but Chuya throw bullet and rescue armed detective members and Fuyuko fly helicopter away. In helicopter Sai use his ability to heal anyone (Sai ability is heal small injury and take hurting feeling away too) flowers was around anyone but Sai look pale now and he look like he going to pasa out so Yosano help Sai, Fuyuko avoid Sai eyes and she ask Kunikida where it Kyoka Kunikida answer and Fuyuko worried but she keep calm and Kunikida said don't it going to be the day that port mafia help them but Chuya said port mafia didn't help them but Fukuzawa have deal with Mori to exchange armed detective agancy member to port mafia. Kunikida talk about his ideal and what Jono said was right, Sai sass at Kunikida if his head was injury but Fuyuko more worried to Kunikida even she was rival with Kunikida so Fuyuko softly ask Kunikida if he alright and Fuyuko tell Kunikida not to leave his ideal (can you add Kunikida react?) Than something happen sword stab on Kenji and Fuyuko and sword almost cut her hand but she harden her skin in time (can you add Chuya react?) Fuyuko's subodinate was panic and Tetcho active his ability to fly after them by use his sword, Tetcho going to go in helicopter but Chuya kick fire extinguisher at Tetcho, Tetcho fall but Tetcho grap iron bar and try to get in again Chuya going to kick Tetcho again but Tetcho dodge his kick, Kunikida ask Tanizaki to find real criminal, Fuyuko going to pull out her gun to shoot Tetcho but Kunikida turn to Fuyuko and Kunikida ask Fuyuko to protect armed detective agancy and Kunikida ask Fuyuko to swear with her life, Fuyuko know Kunikida going to sacrifice himself to protect other members from the first time Fuyuko was yell to Kunikida to stop (Fuyuko never rise her voice this loud before) but it too late Kunikida jump out of helicopter and he use his ability notebook to make bombs and Kunikida blow up himself with Tetcho. Yosano pull Sai and Kenji out and Sai use his last healing ability to heal Kenji before Sai pass out, Yosano take care other and Sai, Fuyuko still injury and she was bleeding but she calm herself and she order her subodinate to emergency landing and she calm her subodinate down too, Chuya contect to port mafia and Chuya order port mafia to send backup team and medic team too.

After go back to port mafia base Fuyuko go to medic room and Fuyuko ask her subodinates to protect armed detective agancy and she order her subodinates to find Kunikida but they find only Kunikida ideal book that get rip by Jono and Fuyuko was piss off, Fuyuko don't like Kunikida ideal much too but she also don't like when other people disrespect other ideal. Suddenly Fuyuko's radio have voice come out it was Dazai's voice who is her best friend.

And in the end it was Dazai path and Kunikida path main path was Kunikida path because Fuyuko was woman who keep her word and Kunikida earn her respect after this even Kunikida was her rival but i want to see Dazai path first so i going to send Dazai path script to you. Sorry for being cringe. If you don't mind can you write this request before my other request?

- Bossy anon

Sorry it took so long, hope you like it!

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"What a little devil.."

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Ys9XBw1 by Kisses_story After the attack of cannibalism, everything turn normal for both the detective agency and the port mafia.. Until there has been a massive killing spree..and many missing male adults ..and..a child..? Will atsushi and the rest solved the case? (And fucking confessed his feeling to akutagawa real damn quick??) Words: 47, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, Gen, M/M Characters: Original Female Character(s), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Gin, Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Armed Detective Agency Ensemble (Bungou Stray Dogs), Port Mafia Ensemble (Bungou Stray Dogs), Armed Detective Agency and Port Mafia Ensembles (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edgar Allan Poe (Bungou Stray Dogs) Relationships: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs) & Original Female Character(s), Original Female Character(s)/Original Female Character(s), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs) & Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Manipulation, Manipulation, Mind Control, Mind Manipulation, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Soft Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Soft Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dom/sub Undertones, Blood and Violence, Murder, Swearing, Past Child Abuse, Parent-Child Relationship, Akutagawa being a mother, pretty akutagawa ryuunosuke, atsushi being down bad, Atsushi is a simp, out of character akutagawa ryuunosuke, Protective Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Protective Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Port Mafia as Family (Bungou Stray Dogs), Armed Detective Agency as Family (Bungou Stray Dogs), Original character(s) being a little shit, Sub Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Dom Nakajima Atsushi, no smut just some dynamic i have to put read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Ys9XBw1

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I have a feeling Ango was literally modeled after the ideal Japanese male aesthetic

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Do you ever just listen to songs that remind you of your ikevamp lads on repeat or are you normal