#dazai x the whole cast

[th3archivisst]

a little pet peeve of mine about the bsd fandom is how every second post is skk

like

yeah

they’re gay

but after a while it gets old?? no hate to skk, it’s a good ship, i just think we should also be talking about dazai having chemistry with LITERALLY ALL THE MEN ON THE SHOW yk

there are so many other characters you can say are his soulmates?? let me list them.

fyodor. he is the only other character in the show who understands dazai completely, they quite literally finish each other’s sentences half the time.

sigma. they would be the softest couple ever. he would teach dazai to give more of a shit about himself and dazai would actually be able to give sigma a home in the ada

kunikida. sure, dazai pisses him off, but it’s a very playful type of thing. kunikida would teach dazai to be less analytic, to listen to his emotions more, and dazai would (not in the best way but still) teach kunikida to work through his anger issues

if i wasn’t currently in public transportation i would be able to list more but point is

chuuya and dazai are the most popular ship mainly because they have a backstory together. if you discard that, or headcanon a past for him with, EVERYONE could be his soulmate

okay fine this post is about how much i need more dazai harem in my life

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Fukuzawa Yukichi is your exam supervisor, and must determine, if you are a good cuddler

Self-Aware! Fukuzawa Yukichi x GN! Reader

Description: You knew, that "Cuddle Night with Dazai" won't be a secret for too long. You didn't expect, that Fukuzawa will be the first one, who spoke about it

<| Previous part |

Warning: OOC. English is my second language. Fluffy. Multiple cuddle sessions.

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You looked at the small stack of papers with an owlish expression. The words "Cuddler Exam" were written in bold letters on the top of the first paper sheet.

You looked up at Fukuzawa. The president of Armed Detective Agency (rebranded as "Private Investigation Bureau" in this world), as always, looked calm and serious. Like.he didn't just give you that stack of papers.

"What." your question sounded flat, but it was a question. Fukuzawa leaned forward, towering over you. He tapped his fingers against the first paper sheet.

"Dazai told everyone about your cuddle session. I decided to use it as an opportunity to hold a "Cuddler Exam" for you." Fukuzawa managed to keep a straight face and serious voice. And you didn't learn anything new. You weren't surprised, that Fukuzawa knew about "Cuddles with Dazai". If Dazai had a megaphone, he would yell into it, to be sure, that everyone knew about cuddles. But, why hold an "exam", what will "exam" even be, and why Fukuzawa decided to do it in a first place.

"I don't follow." you shake your head. Fukuzawa, without batting an eye, took the first list from the stack. You saw, that on the second paper, were scrabbled more text.

"I want to determine, if you have requirements on being a good cuddler. Cuddlers in ADA should be professionals." explained Fukuzawa. "I will be your supervisor. After you finish all tasks, I will proclaim my verdict on your cuddling skills."

You can't help, but ask.

"Um... How many cuddlers before me have taken that exam?" You can't imagine anyone from BSD Cast doing it. Well... Maybe, if you will be an exam supervisor...

Fukuzawa shook his head.

"No one. You will be the first one to take it. And your results will determine the future requirements for a passing score."

How? Just how in the world Fukuzawa can say something like that in a straight face?

"And if I fail? Or refuse?" The whole idea was strange, but you can't help, but be curious.

"It will mean, that all cuddling sessions will be strictly held in your room. After exam, you will have an opportunity to cuddle with others in different places." Fukuzawa quickly reassured you.

You had a nagging feeling, that Fukuzawa just wanted to cuddle, but tried to keep it cool, and, instead of asking for them straight, created an entire exam.

Well, why not amuse him?

"I will do it."

Fukuzawa's stoic expression changed. Now he was smiling at you.

"Good. I will judge you fairly. You will find all tasks on the papers I gave you. Do your best, kitten."

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"Task № 1. Cuddles on the workplace. Requirements: exam supervisor should be able to do their paperwork, while enjoying cuddles."

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You sat on Fukuzawa's lap. You were facing him, his legs were between yours. Your face was pressed against Fukuzawa's left shoulder, and your arms were around his chest.

In his right hand, he was holding a pen, doing paperwork.

Fukuzawa's left arm pressed you firmer against his body. His fingers were running up and down your back. You heard, how Fukuzawa sighs, quickly nuzzling your hair.

Fukuzawa didn't say a word, continue doing his paperwork.

You fight an urge to give Fukuzawa a few kisses. The point of that... "exam task", was to let Fukuzawa do his paperwork. And kisses will make the task impossible.

The door in Fukuzawa's office opened. Someone walked into the room.

"Sir, I have brought reports you asked for." You didn't need to turn your head to look at Kunikida, to guess, what emotion he had on his face. A poor hidden jealousy under the mask of indifference.

Fukuzawa's voice rocked his chest.

"Good, you can leave them here."

Kunikida's steps sounded closer. He put documents on Fukuzawa's table. A minute passed, and Fukuzawa put his hand on your head.

"Do you need something else, Kunikida? I am in a middle of exam."

"No, it's nothing." Kunikida mumbled and left the office, closing the door behind him.

"It was on purpose, right?" asked you, looking up at Fukuzawa. He pressed you firmer against his chest.

"Hush. You are in the middle of an exam."

You can imagine a slight smirk on Fukuzawa's face. It was on purpose.

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"Task № 2. Appropriate cuddle outfit. Find an outfit for an ultimate cuddle session."

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You made a mistake by choosing a cat kugurumi.

It was soft, warm and cute. Great for cuddles.

At first, Fukuzawa was quietly staring at you. At kitten face on the kugurumi's hood. At white "belly", at tabby "fur".

Then you were pressed against Fukuzawa's chest. He was cradling you in his arms. With one hand he was playing with your hair, with the second hand he was rubbing your tummy.

You felt like a cat, that was caught by an affectionate cat lover.

"Passed this one with a flying colors." Fukuzawa carefully pinched your cheeks.

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"Final task. Just... cuddle with me. Please."

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It was dark in your room.

And you were cuddling with Fukuzawa.

Fukuzawa was a big spoon. A very affectionate big spoon.

He was hugging you with both hands. You nuzzle Fukuzawa's chest. You felt safe.

A soft kiss was placed on the top of your head. Fukuzawa's fingers ticked your cheek. Warm breath tucked your ear, followed by a small kiss.

"You know, that you could just ask for cuddles..." whispered you, leaning towards Fukuzawa's palm. He chuckled, kissing you on a forehead.

"I still got what I want, so, it's a winning situation." Fukuzawa's hold loose for a moment. But, after he put covers above you two, he immediately hugged you again.

The warmth, the darkness, the safeness.

You looked up, and left a few kisses on Fukuzawa's chin. His fingers ran through your hair. Fukuzawa hugged you closer.

"Put your arms around my neck." Fukuzawa's voice was barely a whisper. You did as he asked.

His fingers danced up and down your arms. Fukuzawa placed a light kiss on the tip of your nose.

"Go to sleep, [Y/N]. My cuddly kitten." you raised an eyebrow, waiting for Fukuzawa to say something more. He rolled his eyes. "My exam passing Cuddler Kitten."

You giggled, closed your eyes and snuggled up to Fukuzawa. He sighed, nuzzling your hair. He whispered.

"Dazai is not the only one. I also love you."

[luvfy0dor]

“Kissing in Cars and Downtown Bars...♡” Dazai Osamu x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; References to BSD Wan, implications of future driving while intoxicated but it doesn't actually happen (still don't do that shit)

Description; Dazai brings you to Bar Lupin and shares memories with you

A/n; chat don't let me flop I love y'all ♡ Also, i googled the menu for the actual bar and used drinks from that for reader

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Hearing Dazai speak was like music to your ears, you loved how smooth his voice was and hearing him talk about his favorite things. He talked to you a whole lot about his port mafia days and Bar Lupin, sharing stories of him, Oda, and Ango getting drinks there. He still likes to visit every now and again, and he thought it would be nice to share such a significant place with you. So, he helped you put on your jacket and out the door you two went, hopping in his car and speeding through the dark evening towards Bar Lupin.

Dazai parks the car in a nearby lot, giving the two of you the chance to walk down the street for a little while. Your fingers are interlocked as you lean into him, chit chatting as the sound of your footsteps and voices echo throughout the dim alleyway. You can see the sign illuminating the side of the building in the distance, making you smile with excitement. Dazai has always spoken so highly of it, so you were rather giddy to get the experience. He opened the door, holding it and allowing you in first. It gives you a solid second to take in the atmosphere of the Bar Lupin; letting you appreciate the way the lights cast a soft glow over the wood of the bar and stools. The way the glasses shimmer as they sit upside down also catches your eye. Dazais hand lands on your waist as the bartender flashes you both a welcoming smile and greets you.

"Ah, Dazai! It's been a while, hasn't it?" The bartender says. Dazai nods and escorts you to a barstool. "It sure has! How have you been?" He makes small talk with the older man while you both situate. Your eyes scan over the drink options, finding the Botanist-Martini rather intriguing. You hold Dazais hand as he chit chats briefly. "Well then, the usual for you, Dazai?" He nods, turning to you. "Have you decided what you want?" He asks you, his thumb rubbing circles into your hip. "Yeah, can I get the Botanist-Martini?" The bartender nods and gets to making the drink for you.

"Oda and Ango used to come here with me all the time. I remember we once made New Year's cards here." He reminisces, smiling at the memory. "I messed up a couple of my cards. I remember I ran out of space on one so I just sent that one to the boss at the time." He says as the bartender hands him his glass of whiskey. You chuckle quietly, nodding as he told you the story. "That sounds like a lot of fun. Was it a tradition?" You ask, watching the suited man making your martini. He shakes his head, swirling the drink in the glass. "No, I just decided I wanted to make them one day." He thinks for a moment. "Surely you've made some New Years cards before." He says, a hint of questioning in his voice before he nods. "Yeah, I have. I always want to but i tend to forget." You tell him as your drink is placed in front of you.

His finger brushes over the rim of his glass as he hums. "Well maybe we should make some together." He flashes a small grin at you. "That would be fun, wouldn't it?" You nod, sipping on the drink delightfully, surprised by the quality and taste of the liquid. "It would." You smile and set the glass down, the clinking sound echoing through the bar as it collides gently with the wooden countertop. "Anything is immediately funner when I get to do it with you." You happily say, your eyes averting from his to the bartenders body, his back to you. "Oh yeah?" He says teasingly. You nod and briefly pull him in for a peck on the lips. His lips curl upwards as he returns it, grabbing your face and pulling you in further before you can pull away, making you quietly gasp in surprise. He does let you go after a second, making sure the bartender doesn't catch your acts of pda. You can't help but feel your cheeks burn up a little with slight giddyness as your thoughts become flooded by the event.

And the memory lingers in the back of your mind as you pay the bill and thank the bartender, and even as you're walking out the door. Dazais hand is warm in yours while the two of you still down the side walk again, heading to the familiar shiny, black car. The two of you share giggles and playful jokes as you get closer to the automobile. He opened the passenger side door for you and closed it once you were in, speed walking around the front of the car to the driver's side

A/n; Folklore themes are heavy recently bc I just got my folklore piano book don't play 🙏

[valyrou]

Hi!! Could I request dazai with a weird person? (Ik it's not the term, maybe artistic, maybe something else, weird is the only global term which isn't that wrong). Basically they're extremely drawn by art, notice the most niche and least noticeable things and 'it makes sense in my head sorry' is their daily sentence which leads them to feel alone and not understood. Like this with dazai would be interesting I think (like the dynamic, i cant go on bc its starting to get so long but the whole 'dont feel like a proper human being too' ahhh i cant put the right words). There again- I'm sorry it makes sense for me-

Anyway have a good day and sorry <33

A/n: Hello Anon!! Of course I can do that!! I am working on multiple requests at once, kinda overworking myself with studies and work and on top of that I have finals soon and I should study a bit more.. ANYWAYS I related to this a little too much so I think I know what you mean by „weird person that can’t really describe what they think“ kinda stuff. But this isn’t about me so I HOPE YOU ENJOYYY

Warnings: to lazy to read over this rn so not proof read at all.. ALSO INSPIRED BY „no longer human“ by osamu Dazai lol?? Don’t know why but here we are :) reader doesn’t have a gender aswell, so GN reader

Dazai x Misunderstood! Reader

You couldn’t quite remember how you got to the art gallery with Dazai, but here you stood Infront of an magnificent piece of art. You could see how old it was by the cracks and discoloration, yet the way it was drawn, with such delicacy was as if it was drawn only a few minutes ago to you. The emotions and thought behind it, still visible to your eye. The way the eyes of that women were slightly casted down, the dark colored theme, the way the posture was drawn, everything seemed so right.

That was something everyone could see, yet even the way the clothes hung from her body made an important difference to the picture „Can you see her naked shoulder and the robe that almost seems to be put on lazily?“ you had begun your sentence, „it resembles her innocence and purity, no men could ever touch her..“ your voice got a little dreamier on the end. It took you some seconds to notice that’s Dazai didn’t respond. You immediately got embarrassed „it made sense in my head.. sorry“

You looked to your feet, cursing yourself out for saying such stupid things to him as if he could understand what you were thinking… if he could ever understand how you felt when the art practically screamed for you to tell its story, because you knew no one else could quite think like you. No one could. You were alone in this world that seemed to abandon you. Reject you from society as if you weren’t a human being. As if, the moment you shared a piece of your mind, you were no longer human..

You snapped out of your thoughts as you felt a soft hand on your shoulder „Yea, but also look at her hips, the way her robe curves there.“ he pointed subtly to were he meant, „she also seems tense, as if to say that she knew what the men around think of her.“ impressed you looked up to the tall brunette „You saw that?“ in response, Dazai only chuckled „Of course, you are not the only one that has a unique way to see and think.“ his hand gently squeezing your shoulder

„You are not alone. Not everyone might understand what you are trying to say, but I promise you there are always a hand full of people that do. Don’t push yourself down, see the ups of having a unique way to think, even if you can’t voice it.“ he shot you a cheerful smile and for the first time, you felt accepted. Accepted in this so shallow society you always had claimed not to be a part of.

[chuuyanakahardon]

kunikida smut... pleading

Ask and you shall receive, anon!

Also I’ll be using GN pronouns for this but female genitalia in the dirty parts, if you want something different just lmk!!

Kunikida x Reader (NSFW)

Summary: Reader is basically a second Dazai except for the fact that Kunikida is incredibly attracted to them. Reader has an idea that they know will fluster the blonde idealist to no end, but the plan ends up backfiring in a way that is both unexpected and appreciate.

Warnings: smut, female genitalia, sex toys, dirty talk, semi-public sex.

“I think you’ve outdone yourself this time, (y/n)” Dazai remarked proudly, having just heard the rough details of your next attempt to harass Kunikida. Dazai knew something you didn’t, though, which made everything all the more perfect.

You and Dazai were very similar when it came to getting under people’s skin, especially the ADA’s resident idealist, so naturally the two of you got along very well. Most onlookers would assume that you two were more than friends, but Dazai was one of the few that knew you actually had a massive crush you on the uptight blonde that sat across from you at work, the other being Ranpo for obvious reasons. The twist was, though, that Dazai happened to sneak a peak at Kunikida’s notebook one night a few weeks ago and saw that he surprisingly returned your feelings.

Of course, Dazai being Dazai means that instead of just telling you what he saw he has to orchestrate you two getting together like some kind of puppet master, so he planted the seed for this idea you’re coming to him with now and is excited to see it grow into the perfect outcome.

“Ugh, I’m not sure Dazai. I feel like he’s just gonna brush it off. Maybe it’s too bold?” You responded, a bit more shy than your usual self.

“Absolute nonsense! You’ll see, he won’t be able to function after! I can’t wait to see the smoke coming out of his brain~” Dazai hummed reassuringly.

“You’re such a psycho, you know that?” You laughed. “I kinda hope you’re right though” you finished with a small smirk.

The office was almost empty save for you, your partner in crime, and the soon to be object of your aggravation. You figured Dazai was sticking around to see the bespectacled man’s reaction to your antics, so you went forward with your plan, not expecting a whole lot to come out of it in the end anyways.

You approached Kunikida’s desk carefully and sat yourself atop it once you were next to his chair, facing him, sliding his laptop out of the way in the process.

“What do you need, (y/n)?” He asked in his usual tone, his face cast downward trying not to look at you directly.

“You know Kunikida I’ve always had a question about you notebook~” you chirped, kicking your feet out playfully as you spoke.

“Well, come on then, ask. Although I won’t promise to answer if it’s something prepostero-“

“Can you make sex toys with it?” You cut him off, doing everything you could to hold back a giggle.

The look on his face was nothing short of priceless. You could hear Dazai trying to hold himself together in the background.

“I-I’m sorry, (y/n), could you run that by me again?” He said through gritted teeth.

“You know? Sex toys?? Like vibrators and stu- ah!” Your sentence was cut short by Kunikida abruptly standing up and staring you directly in the eyes, the look on his face unreadable as he stared seemingly into your soul.

“See ya guys tomorrow! Don’t have too much fun~” Dazai yelled as he took his leave, apparently satisfied with the outcome of the situation.

“Dazai you idiot!” Kunikida shouted after him, seemingly forgetting he was still in the office. “He put you up to this, didn’t he?” He turned his attention back to you.

“What?! No! It was all my idea! I’m very curious about the answer, you know! Like, I know they can’t be bigger than the notebook but it honestly wouldn’t take much for me” your eyes widened as you realized you’d said too much. Cursing yourself mentally as you’d just revealed how desperate you were for him.

Kunikida’s eyes widened as well after processing what you said, his arms crossing themselves over his chest. His stare only intensified.

“So Dazai… didn’t have anything to do with this?” He asked again, adjusting his glasses in the process.

“No he didn’t I swear! Why would he, anyways? He has his own way of messing with you” you answered, a bit confused.

“No reason… he just knows more than he should sometimes that’s all…” he said, now realizing his the one saying more than he should.

“Soooo… is that a no?” You pressed, curiosity still very much unsatisfied.

“(Y/n)! Have you any idea how inappropriate this is?!” He exclaimed, redness taking over his face.

“Cmon, Kunikida~! Don’t leave me high and dry! I know I don’t fit into your “ideal partner” and all that, but at least humor me!” You pouted.

“(Y/n)… do you really think that?” His gaze softened as he took two fingers and placed them under your chin, making you look at him.

“Yes! I mean Dazai always says I should try stuff on you but I mean obviously you don’t like me bac- um at all… like me at all I meant” you said, trying to back track after realizing you’d just exposed yourself.

Kunikida’s eyes cycled through a few emotions before widening in surprise.

“You idiot” was all he said before kissing you roughly, as though he’d been wanting to do so for a long time. It was your turn to be surprised now, gasping before kissing him back.

Your shock quickly turned to excitement, deciding to just enjoy the moment. You pulled him closer to you so that you could wrap your legs around his waist.

“This… is not how I wanted you to find out, but I really like you, (y/n) as much as you annoy the ever loving shit out of me” he said, pulling away just long enough to get the words out before kissing you again.

You tangled your hands in his hair, your awful mischievous nature still getting the better of you.

“I like you too, I have for a while~ but! You still didn’t answer my first question” you grinned devilishly.

Something flashed in Kunikida’s eyes that could only be interpreted as desire before he put his lips right next to your ear.

“Trust me, (y/n), what I can offer you is much better than anything my notebook could make” he whispered, causing a deep blush to spread across your cheeks.

He kissed from your ear down to the base of your neck, biting down hard enough to incite a pretty moan from your lips.

“I’m not sure if I believe you, Kunikida~” you hummed as you pulled on his hair, forcing him to look back at you so you could kiss him again. His hands left your face and traveled to your hips, gripping them tightly and pulling them closer to his.

You could feel his clothed member rub against the sensitive mound between your thighs, the initial sensation feeling so surprisingly good it caused you to buck your hips up, grinding against him. Your sudden movement caused him to grip your hips even tighter as he effectively began dry humping you against the desk.

“Mmm Kunikida~ fuck!” You moaned out, the tension becoming too much for you as you decided to pay him back for how wet he was making you. Your hands moved down to his belt buckle and began working to undo it.

“Take a seat” you eyed him mischievously, making it his turn to blush. He wasn’t entirely sure what you were up to but he was too entranced to question it.

You lowered yourself to your knees and finished undoing his belt and unzipping his trousers. You looked up at him playfully before pulling his boxers down enough to reveal his perfectly sized dick, not quite too big but definitely not small.

You eyed his member excitedly before taking it into your mouth, slowly at first. You run your tongue along the entire length of his cock a few times before picking up pace and taking all of it.

“F-fuck, (y/n)… that feels so good… you’re so good for me, so perfect” he groaned, taking one of his hands and pulling on your hair, trying not to be too rough.

You picked up pace, bringing a hand up to play with his balls while you continued your tantalizing actions with your tongue.

“Oh god, you’re gonna make me cum like that (y/n)… keep going- fuck!” He exclaimed as the warm liquid spilled from his cock into your mouth where you swallowed it all, making sure everything was nice and clean for him.

“Am I still annoying, Kunikida~?” You asked deviously.

“You’re definitely still a huge brat, that’s for sure” he responded. His hand that had previously been tangled in your hair was brought down to your neck, wrapping around it gently. “And you definitely need to be put in your place. Stand up” he demanded. You did as he told you, probably not as quick as he would’ve liked. “Not facing me, face the desk” he ordered, his hands coming up to play with your waistband.

“What are you gonna do, spank me?” You teased, hoping that would be the case. You took the liberty of removing the clothes covering your bottom half for him.

The hard slap on your ass answered that question and caused you to let out an excited squeak.

“Figures you would like that, annoying brat” he scolded before roughly grabbing your hips. He took a finger and rubbed your slit to feel how wet it was for him. Very, to his satisfaction. You whined at his actions.

He took the head of his dick and rubbed it against you, replacing where his finger had just been previously.

“Are you just gonna teas- mmph!” You were cut off by him slamming himself inside you without mercy. “Ahhh~! F-fuck!” You moaned as he pounded you into his desk.

“This is what you get, (y/n)” he never lost his fast pace, his grip on your hips only waivering to sneak a hand under your shirt to give your breasts a firm squeeze. “You feel so good wrapped around me, like you were made for me” he slowed down a little bit to give your neck a few soft kisses before picking his pace back up twice as hard as before.

The room was filled with your whines and the sound of Kunikida taking what was his. You could feel your release getting close as you tightened your grip on the edge of the desk, your legs starting to feel like jelly.

“Ahh~ please don’t stop! “ you cried, his pace quickened, his balls slapping against your swollen clit. He pounded into you ruthlessly until you couldn’t take it anymore, you’re legs quivering and your pussy filling with your own juices. Kunikida gripped your waist tighter as he felt his own release come too, his seed spilling inside your dripping cunt.

“God, you’re perfect” he mumbled, his lips grazing your neck in the process.

“And I’m all yours now~ if you want that is” you replied pushing yourself back into him.

“Don’t be ridiculous, of course you are” he said, turning you around to kiss you again.

[knockyasocksoff2022]

Pls reblog for larger sample size. If you read my fics, vote pls, i wnat to know which ones i should devote more time for.

Also there's a RANPOE Guild AU I forgot to put on here, it involves him going with the guild for a short amount of time, nto leaving the ADA entirely.

[fyodorirl]

Hello ! , My name is Crow but you can call me: Fyodor or Akechi, I do not mind.

I use he/they/it pronouns and I am currently taken by my amazing boyfriend, I am trans (ftm) and Currently am a Minor - I kin: Fyodor, Akechi, Chuuya, Yusuke, Dazai, Ryuji, Akutagawa, Futaba and poe

I enjoy reading, writing and making edits, my main fandoms rn are persona and bsd - I write fanfics (currently working on one at the moment), I write a lot of fanfics with Chuuya in the main cast, I also write fanfics with rare-pairs (that aren't proships) I enjoy some rarepairs like Fyoya or chuuran, I also use the t slur and the f slut that i can RECLAIM I can take some fanfic req on dynamics and shit like that, As long as if it isn't the whole dynamic is like Abvs3s or anything like that, I will not make fanfics based off of those.

Here is a quick dni list for you all ^_^

Proshippers (Basically people who ship adults x minors [ex: elise x mori]), and just basic dni, people who joke abt harsh topics and havent been through those types of events (like r@p3 or gr00m1ng), people who do not understand tonetages nor use them, RCTA. Oh god, please touch grass if you are a RCTA x3 !!, ppl who make fun of cosplayers - furries or ppl who make gacha club/life videos for fun, ppl who make fun of others for their skin color - their weight - or how they just look, CAT HATERS. smh, how can you hate those silly little creatures..,

I'll probably make shit posts on this page or show off some parts of a fanfic im writing, feel free to dm me or whatever, also--Feel free to check out my rentry!

Rentry: https://rentry.co/Crowsrentry - https://rentry.co/Akechiirlrentry

[tokkinela]

[BSD x Spiderverse AU]

Every single ability user in bsd has their own spider variant, however they can't coexist cuz each universe is only allowed one spider hero. However in spider Atsushi and spider Akutagawa's universe (earth 5541) they're both spider heroes that's because Akutagawa is an anomoly.

Anyways here are potential names of each spider hero and some info (btw each universe works differently unless stated. Each universe has different settings, laws, and structures)

Atsushi as Spider-Tiger: posessing both the abilities of a spider and a tiger he can turn his limbs into tiger limbs just like in the anime but he can't turn into a tiger completely. Because he has both tiger and spider abilities his senses and strength alongside his healing are twice as enhanced than regular spider abilities.

Akutagawa as Spider-Diablo (stupid ass name he picked for himself, thought it sounded cool): He work as a vigilante hero but often times work with Spider-Tiger. He has a sentient cape called rashomon that acts similarly to spider legs. Rashoumon can do almost everything it can do in the anime except use demonic armor (on demand). demonic armors abilities are a whole different story :)

Dazai as Spider-man (or Spider-moron as the locals call him): He's been spiderman longer than anyone else in the bsd cast and boy is he tired. He can no longer k!ll himself because of his spider abilities so he continues to become the citys disaster hero instead. He's been doing a terrible and lazy job at it hence the insulting name, but my guys been through a lot leave him alone.

Chuuya as Spider-Flux: Is a test subject at a government lab facility. He was experimented on and thats how he got his spider abilities mixed with gravity control. His abilities are very faulty and sometimes he cant control it so he has to wear gear that helps him surpress his ability. His powers give him immense powers making him the strongest out of all the cast but through the cost of severe pain. He works for the government against his will as their weapon.

Kyouka as Demon-Silk: Instead of having demon snow she is demon snow. she posesses the powers of demon snow while still being a spider person. She's like a ghost who can disappear and fly, she uses graceful movements as her battle techniques. She uses kunais that she attaches on her web to throw as weapons.

Yosano as Widow of Death: Just like in the anime she has the ability to heal people from the brink of death, but she's also a merciless killer. However in order to heal someome she has to bite them with her spider fangs, her venom is used to heal instead of killing.

Gin as Shadow-Web: In this universe Gin is the one who gets bitten instead of Akutagawa and she becomes Shadow-web a vigilante who works under the shadows and tries to uncover all the dark secrets and criminal organizations in the city. Her webs are made of UV and can cut through anything.

Kenji as The undefeated Spider: He as the usual spider powers but what makes him different is his strength. He's physically stronger than anyone in the spiderverse including Atsushi. And unlike most spider people he's not necessarily a hero who fights bad guys and saves people but instead helps others through their daily life using his strength. He lives in the province where crime rates are low, he occasionally helps beat bad guys in the city and not once was he defeated.

[kriswantstowrite]

⚜️ Oh women!~ (Featuring a Handful of Simping Non-binaries)

• Chapter 1: As The Snakes Dance Around One Another

• Teen and Up Audiences, NB/NB, Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs) x Original Character

• Summary:

Haru has gone by their whole life acting like an edgy bad kid to survive high school, but with college life beginning, can they finally let their guard down? Alternatively, Dazai Osamu and Haru Nakamura, vengeful non-binary lesbians, swear to take revenge on the each other by sleeping with the most women anyone in their college ever has. Things escalate quickly after that.

• This work has been cross-posted on AO3 under the username KrisWantsToWrite.

[A black and white picture of a hallway leading to an exit, being lot by three lamps.]

What is horror?

Many might say it's the feeling that makes your heart pump faster. And Haru's heart was definitely beating faster, looking at the sight in front of them.

This corner of the school was always poorly lit, never-will-be-fixed broken lamps casting mysterious shadows on the benches right under them.

And someone, sitting on said benches was looking directly at them, like a snake looking back from inside a cave, deciding the best time to leap forward for a lethal sting.

Their eyes looked almost red, looked almost bloody, and that smirk…

Haru's hair was standing up, their heart like a drum, their mouth dry.

Yet they didn't feel horrified in the slightest.

Oh, no, they just felt that this sudden stranger was just really rather…

Attractive.

They both kept the eye contact, the smirk of the stranger non-fading. Was that an invitation to approach, or the weaving of a web? Before Haru could think, they were drawn to the confident aura of the stranger, like a moth drawn to the flame, an angel to a demon, a dandelion to the fire.

And so, the demon speaks first.

"You take hints very well, don't you?" says The Stranger in an intrigued tone, their left hand's long nails tapping gently on their chin one after another.

Their right hand had short nails, however, so no worries there.

That could mean two things: Either they played a stringed instrument with their left hand, or they were a sadist.

Chills went down Haru's back. And despite it, Haru answered in a clear voice: "I’m known to be quite observant~."

"A-h~ Is that so?~~ " Haru could swear that sound can qualify as a moan, and…You see, it was flattering, but not as attractive as the dominant aura.

The stranger seems to have noticed that, because they sit upright, letting their back lean on the bench with an in-control expression.

"Do you want drugs, or are you a little whore?" Haru raises a brow, matching their expression with the stranger’s.

“Is there an option for both?~" The stranger stands up, keeping the eye contact.

Haru is hesitant, unknowing if their actions could be taken back, and yet, lets a smirk burn on their lips. The thrill filling their senses, a sense of courage taking them higher, and Haru lets themselves be taken for once, for another temporary of genuine pride and as their heart pounds, they take a step back, an invite.

The stranger walks around them like a snake crawls around its prey, and it's almost a dance when Haru struts back, the movements calm and beckoning, until their back is against the cold surface of the wall. The stranger follows, the moth and the flame now replaced.

They place one arm next to Haru’s head and Haru looks in the stranger’s brown eyes, so similar to pools of wasted, melted dark chocolate. So devoid of light, tempting Haru to kiss them and see if they can sparkle for mere seconds, even if it's by a fundamentally meaningless lust.

Haru leans their head closer to the stranger’s, knowing well it's out of line, but they have reached the point of too tempting to return. So all they do is whisper: "Isn't it kind of rude? You don't even know my name~." This isn't something an edgy bad kid would ask, not something Haru should say, not in that tone. But they foolishly hope, hope that maybe college is going to be different from High School.

"Oh, but I do~."

"Huh~," Haru says as they tilt their head, closing their eyes.

But whatever they were waiting for, never arrives.

They open their eyes to the smirk of the stranger, tease glinting in the brown eyes, along with something else Haru couldn't quite place.

“What…?” Haru’s brain still foggy, they whisper. Then, they suddenly stand higher, regaining the control they had so foolishly, willingly let go of. “Too afraid to lose your virginity?”

The stranger chuckles. "I doubt that would be as fun as watching your blue-balled expression…Sorry~."

The stranger steps back.

Haru fists their hands, wishing they had a good roasting comment to respond with, but their mind can only go blank, with only dull, white rage, and the heavy gray of disappointment remaining.

“You’ll be even more sorry when I end your fucking life.”

The stranger hums, as if considering it. "That's tempting…but maybe another day." They smile. "See you later~."

“I hope fucking not.”

“Neither of us is that lucky, Nakamura san.”

[aqricus]

FROM THE BACK ! — minors dni

♥︎.PAIRING … odasaku x fem! reader

♥︎.SYNOPSIS … @niggette rly got me thinking about odasaku being obsessed with your body and not being shy about it.

♥︎.CONTAINS … afab reader. cunnilingus. oral (fem!receiving). dubcon if you squint. fat pussy appreciation. SEVERELY unedited writing.

♥︎.NOTE … i have nothing to say for myself. but yeah, you’re gonna find typos. ik this isn’t technically a whole fic or anything like what i usually put on masterlists, but i’m tired of it being empty.

for once, it was innocent, a thoughtless decision with no underlying ulterior motive. when you first shimmied into those tiny, grey shorts that cling to your curves like a second skin, you never intended to tease him. never, you promise. but, when odasaku passed by the threshold of your shared bedroom and spotted you sprawled on your stomach on the mattress, one leg mindlessly kicked up to showcase toenails painted a bewitching shade of red while you scrolled aimlessly through your phone, it seemed to be anything but innocuous.

he'd always heard of the devil wearing prada, yet he never understood exactly how foolish of a statement that was until he felt saliva pool on the cusp of his tongue at the sight of your plump pussy lips faintly detailed in the tight material. he swallows once when he notices not a single seam outlined in the fabric. in his mind, the devil doesn't even have the decency to wear panties.

you see, odasaku is a simple man of simple pleasures. he's content swirling a crystalline glass of scotch in his hand and watching the amber liquid slosh lazily against the sides. he's content settling down with his favorite novel and reading it for the umpteenth time. but, above all, he can't name a more enjoyable pastime than calmly suckling on your swollen clit like a pacifier and relishing the way your fat folds swallow up his tongue in a soft, warm embrace that smells and tastes like you.

he doesn't want to startle you, so he announces his presence with a murmured greeting and a gentle hand sweeping up your thigh. the smile you cast over your shoulder is so sweet and disarming that he almost feels guilty when his calloused palm ghosts over the globe of your ass. almost. his hand rubs soothingly over your back, blunt fingernails lacquered with the hardening solution you persuaded him into letting you apply lightly scratching down the thin material of your white, lace camisole. he remembers how thrilled you'd been when he relented; but, he also remembers feeling the heat of your cunt bleeding through your flimsy, little shorts as you straddled him, plush thighs squishing against his own. you'd been so oblivious, eyes all starry as you carefully drew the brush over his nails, completely ignorant to the way his eyes flickered down to the apex of your thighs every time you shifted in his lap. suddenly, as his hand smooths back down your back, he doesn't feel so guilty anymore.

his fingertips snag on the waistband of those stupid, stupid shorts, and you let out the cutest squeak he's heard in his life when he begins tugging the shorts down your legs. your head snaps around, thick lashes fluttering over eyes wide with shock, thighs clenching together automatically in protest.

"oda?" you sputter. "what are you doing?"

god, you're adorable. a small smile graces his lips, and he slowly slides his hand between your thighs. "open up for me." his voice is low, bourbon-dark yet as smooth as honey dripping from a wooden dipper.

"b-but..." regardless, your legs part, granting him access. he's a patient man, you know this. but, you'd be an imbecile not to notice the darkness pooling in his gaze, pitch-black and ravenous enough to completely envelop the soft twinkle usually present in his eyes. as reformed of a man he might be, odasaku is still very much a dangerous member of the mafia, feared even by dazai himself. and, while you don't question that he would die for you, you also don't question the extreme lengths he would go to for the opportunity to drown in your arousal.

still, it's not like you have it within you to object, especially when the feeling of his skilled tongue on your clit never fails to leave you loopy n' euphoric with hearts brimming in your eyes. so, you let him have you, let him shuffle you onto your knees with your chest bowed to the mattress and your ass perked up invitingly. the pillow is cool against your cheek, the satin case slippery beneath your sweat-slicked palms when you bunch the material into your fists in a pathetic attempt at grounding yourself.

you don't even realize how vulnerable and exposed you've made yourself until his strong hands are caressing your ass, the rough touch of the calluses he's amassed from years of wielding firearms sending shivers skittering up your spine. you only get the chance to gasp in realization before his fingers are digging into your plush cheeks to separate them, the cold rush of air that greets the sodden seam of your pussy shocking you to the core. in fact, you aren’t even allowed time to process the temperature change before you feel the warmth of his tongue laving over your folds.

"don't!" you squeal. any attempts to squirm away prove to be in vain, the iron grip sealed around your thighs keeping you locked in place. your cheeks heat up, embarrassment scorching the tips of your ears. "you can't! it's—it's dirty!"

dirty. he's reluctant to release your engorged clit, obsessed with the way it throbs with tacit desire on his tongue. yet, he does, the lean muscle adorning his shoulders rolling as he slowly lifts himself up with a sigh. he watches you bury your face back into the pillow, and he considers your words carefully as he wipes the back of his hand over his lips to smear away the sheen of arousal coating the stubble on his chin. over the course of his life, he's seen, done, and eaten unspeakable things that would make your nose scrunch up in revulsion and your stomach curdle. as a member of the port mafia, dire situations that call for such experiences are to be expected; yet, here you are, trembling like a leaf in the wind and embarrassed because you think such an undignified position is dirty.

for a split second, he considers depositing a glob of saliva directly onto the tight, puckered hole that sits just above your pretty pussy and lapping it up to prove a point; but, he quickly deduces that it would most likely result in an unsatisfactory reaction. you're shy, and you're still exploring the sexual aspect of relationships. if he's going to pull something like that, he wants it to be with your verbal consent, lest you freak out and question your decision to trust him.

instead, he opts for disregarding your warning and continuing his assault on your cunt. he's sloppy, slurping up the slick accumulating between your folds with such vigor that it trickles down his throat from his chin and dampens the collar of his black button-down. greedy, smothering every part of your pussy in attention—craning his neck to suckle hard on your clit until you're keening and twitching your hips back against his face despite your own reservations; warm breath huffing raggedly over your sensitive cunt when he briefly breaks away for air before angling his head up to press his lips against your chubby labia in a fervent french kiss that has your eyes rolling back into your skull; and, even parting your folds with his thumbs so that he can wiggle his tongue as deep into you as possible. he's insatiable, somehow managing to simultaneously fall apart and piece himself back together between your legs.

and, honestly? you can't really complain, and the reason is simple. when you're dripping milky-white down your clit and onto the sheets beneath you while your thighs quake uncontrollably, there's little to complain about.

[iwatchanime30]

The real stuff about bsd

1)Bungou Stray Dogs: Why is it always the ships??? Soukoku, Shin soukoku, Ranpoe etc? Always it is a ship! Always it is a gay ship, which overpowers the anime. The anime is called bungo stray dogs, not romance or anything. Why so focused on the ships? Why so many gay this character gay that character ? Why hypothetical ships like kouyosano and higugin? Why is it always ships??? Bsd has such a great plot, interesting storyline, with a lot of creative bittersweet elements. The plot is beautiful and unpredictable, and yet people are like, "Damn, where's Dazai X Chuuya. Lol Atsushi so gay, what a pussy" Next- Nakajima  Atsushi, this guy is seriously such a great character. He sees through pain, is understanding, strong and in the animanga as a whole, has shown immense development in his trauma, and lack of self confidence and has tried to move forward, forgetting the past. Such a great character. But of course, in the end accordind to the fandom, its like, "Lol Atsushi such a kitty, what a bottom lmao, he needs Akutagawa to protect his lil cat" What a load of shit. Then Akutagawa, one of the most interesting side characters, which is rather unique, considering he always has a the desire to prove himself to Dazai in an unhealthy way, which shows how human he is with flaws, but got development after Kyouka left the mafia. But in the fandom, "Akutagawa!! Protect your kitten. Lmao he totally loves Atsushi. Top energy, gay lovehaha." Like seriously what the fuck? Ships, ships and more ships. Sigh, I hope this changes after s4 drops, but I dont have any hopes. The Author needn't put so much efforts to make the story likable to audience, he can just make some hypothetical gay ships canon and poof! There! A best seller manga! Nakahara Chuuya- Don't even get me started on this guy. He is great. A god sealed inside, a struggle to accept himself, trying to be true to himself, that is a simple genius character, as he is not just weirdly hot tempered for no reason. But in the end, "Look at my shortie tsundere hiding his feeling for Dazai, how cuteee, bottom ahahah." This is abseloutly ridiculous and weird! Treat him like an independent character not a bottom in fucking to Dazai lmao. Seriously. Dazai Osamu- He.is.overrated.period. But he isnt bad. But he isnt a rapist to Chuuya lmao. Neither he is interested. He is a complex character, with a rather interesting mindset. Seriously. Come on. Ranpo Edogawa- "Wait he was hunting dogs and has an interesting backstory and a great peronality? Nah fuck it, lets just ship him with Poe for no fking reason!" Poe- "He has a friendship sort rivalry with Ranpo which makes him interesting? Nah, he's just a weak bottom." The Guild cast "Who?" Soukoku, Shin Soukoku, Fukumori- This are, well hierarchial order of partnership, as some would say. Now these are not just gay ships, there is so much interesting elements to them. (go read the fucking manga or watch the anime if you wanna know what the elements are.) Diamond polishing another, the hatred bit still soft side of caring, this is interesting, highly. Fukuzawa and Mori's past, Dazai and Chuuya's secret care for each other. Atsushi and Akutagawa's difference of opinion, these factors make a relationship likable. But just stop romanticizing them so fucking much. Yes they are good team. End! Why go so deep just for the sake of a gay romantic relationship? Jeez fuck it. Female Cast- (Note: this will not include Yuan and Naomi) Every single female is so great, with such interesting backstories, espcially Koyo. BUT NO! IT'S JUST GAY SHIPS!!!!!!! Always! Yosano, Kyouka, Mizuki, Gin such interesting personalities, such great sophisticated backstories, but fuck no. SHIPSHIPSHIP. Female cast has played such well role, (I like that about the bsd female cast, they aren't sexual objects, they have there own perosnalites and own backstories to support the story) in the bsd arcs as a whole. Oh but Fuck no. SHIP! Damnit. Get real people, Bsd ain't all about gay ships, a lot goes into it. (btw, i ain't homophobic, if i gave that view, i like lgbt+ ships when they are centralised, also i feel like the biggest YmiKuri and Unemoya x Mafuyu stan sometimes, so that is cool.) Please understand guys. Bsd is much larger than weird ships. It used to be a joke, it aint fucking no more feels like one.

[jadegreenimmortality]

Hello hello~ Is it alright if I request some headcanons about how Kunikida and Dazai handle jealousy~? (with a female s/o, x Reader)

If 2 characters are too much, just Kunikida pls ❤️

Dazai's reactions to jealousy

A/N: Hello dear anon!! Of course you can, thank you so much for requesting! I’ve seen this kind of request floating around lately and I’ve been thrilled to give it a try myself.(◕▽◕) I just love jealousy headcanons hahaha. It’s stupid and I don’t feel like that irl, but doesn’t jealousy make you feel more appreciated? ¬‿¬ I assume you meant how the boys would handle feeling jealous, but since you didn’t specify I decided to explore both situations – the boys getting jealous and the reader getting jealous because I really enjoyed myself here. I hope you like it!! I also hope you don’t mind me keeping this gender-neutral, I just felt this worked well without the specification. (≧∀≦ゞ Once again, I wrote more than originally planned, so I’ll post Dazai and Kunikida separately. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ You can find Kunikida's part here.

Pairings: Dazai x gn!reader

Genre: fluff, slight angst

Warnings: jealousy, self-doubt, slight possessiveness

Summary: Different situations in which either of you could get jealous and how Dazai deals with it.

How would he handle his own jealousy?

Contrary to what you may expect, Dazai tends to get jealous quickly. Not in an angry, reproachful way though, but suffering silently. This man has some severe trust issues after all. Sure, he is a huge flirt himself and has a high “body count” if you know what I mean, but that’s all just a form of shallow entertainment for him. Deep down he’s wishing for a meaningful connection, but letting someone become close to him is hard, especially after what happened with Oda. So when he makes the decision to enter a serious relationship, he would definitely cast aside any type of foolish flirting. He has found what he yearned for, someone to that makes every breath he takes a little bit easier, and the fear of losing you can shake him to his core.

It surely took a lot of working through his emotional barricades to let you in and even though he’s content to have you in his life, jealousy would cause all those emotional barricades to reactivate and many doubts to resurface. Now that he has someone as amazing as you that brings some sort of hope into his life, he is suddenly much more aware of his own emotions, including his self-doubt. There will be intrusive thoughts that appear out of nowhere in his head from time to time: does he even deserve this kind of happiness? Will it really last? Or will you grow weary of who he is at some point?

Of course, not everything would cause him to feel jealous. He surely isn’t one to get jealous over colleagues or friendships. He is a social butterfly of some sorts, so while he’d make sure to meet everyone you regularly hang out or are close friends with, he’d do it out of curiosity who else you’re close with and not out of distrust. Since he’s very skilled at analysing people’s thoughts and intentions, he’d be quick to notice if anyone around you has certain intentions with you. And as long as they don’t, he’s not bothered in the least. If you tend to hang out a lot with the same people or have some really close friends, he may whine about you loving them more than you, but deep down, he isn’t really bothered, he’s just being a bit bratty.

Now, if he notices anyone – be it a colleague, a friend, the cashier at the supermarket or someone else you’re acquainted with – being interested in you romantically, that’s whole different story.

If he notices someone having a crush on you from their behaviour or what you tell him about their interactions with you, he probably wouldn’t tell you about it. There’s no need to. Instead, he’d make sure to be there with you as often as possible when you’re around that person and be especially cheesy and romantic. I’m pretty confident Dazai likes to exert a certain level of PDA, but in this case he takes it up a notch. Expect surprise kisses that are a bit to passionate to be given in public, him having his arm wrapped around your waist and holding you close to him constantly preferably so close that you are smooshed against his chest and some heavy flirting. He’ll tell you how beautiful you look and another myriad of compliments, believe me he’ll get creative with that. He doesn’t care if you end up completely flustered and a blushing mess actually he loves when that happens as long as the person can clearly see that you’re very much in love with him and taken. If you get annoyed by this behaviour and reject him though…he will act like he usually does, overly dramatic and comically hurt. So, not to be taken seriously, right? Wrong, because your rejection even though you are right to set your boundaries just planted another seed of doubt in his heart.

If someone is flirting with you, he’ll let you handle the situation at first. He’s not exactly confident that you’ll reject them, though it will seem like he is. More so, he is hoping for you to reject them. He wants to see you tell them that you’re taken, that you have a s/o, that you belong with him. If you do everything is fine, he’ll just smile and there’s nothing to talk about. If you don’t because you simply didn’t get it who knows maybe you’re dense like me and said person continues to flirt with you, he’d step in. He’d be very subtle about it, but as we know, that doesn’t mean he he isn’t scary. I mean, if someone has the guts to flirt with you with him present that’s probably someone overly self-confident or equally dense as you and he has to make clear that you belong to him. Just taking your hand and enlacing your fingers or slinging an arm around your shoulders and calling you “babe” might do the job…and if it doesn’t he’ll find just the right words to make the other back off very quickly. He still has that same aura that made people cower in fear in his mafia days after all.

Now, let’s say someone flirts with you and you decide to flirt back - can you hear his heart shatter? He’d be shocked to see you do that, but he wouldn’t get mad, no. You probably wouldn’t even notice him being affected by it at all. Let’s just assume you flirted back just lightly because you felt flattered, maybe even having in mind how much of a flirt Dazai is, he’ll get it...right?

Dazai would be sitting there, analysing the way you your lips curl, how you laugh and how you enjoy the other’s attention. Rationally, he recognizes you’re just flirting back because you are feeling flattered. But that doesn’t mean it hurts him less. Cue (self-)doubt pouring into his brain. You’d probably notice changes gradually over the next days. He’d be more distanced and you’d have difficulties reaching out for the real him you got to know under his elaborate façade. His manipulative coping behaviour would show from time to time. A little, subtly guilt-tripping commentary here, a cold, distanced reaction there…he wouldn’t approach you to talk about this though, no way. Though he learned to trust you, his doubts are in control right now. You’ll have to sit him down and, with a lot of patience and time, work your way through to him to even find out why he is behaving this way.

When he finally tells you, Dazai would look at you calmly while he retells the moment that made him act this way. It would sound like he’d be describing a scene in a movie. Maybe he would even smile, that calm smile that makes everyone around him shiver unpleasantly. His eyes would seem far, oh so far away. But you are used to this way he has to retreat into himself and alienate himself from everything, so you would know how to handle this. Just take his face into your hands. Touch him gently, even if his eyes seem cold and uncaring… and be honest. Be brave and show yourself vulnerable, even if he seems unreachable in that moment. Tell him just how much you love him and that you just flirted for fun, because you foolishly enjoyed a stranger’s attention. He needs to see the honest, raw feelings in your face to believe you because yes, in this case, he’ll trust his ability to analyse other’s emotions more than your mere words.

If he can see honesty in your eyes, and maybe also guilt and pain, he’ll finally, finally let you in. His facial features would soften, too many emotions on his eyes that he won’t put into words. Instead, he’ll bury his face in the crook of your neck and hug you tightly, clutching his fingers into the back of your shirt. That hug says everything – how he feared he’d lose you in the last days. How he wouldn’t know what that would do to him. How scared he is of losing everything you symbolize in his life.

There’d still be lingering vigilance in his behaviour from then on though. There’s a certain level of trust you need to rebuilt now – just make sure to never, ever flirt with someone else again. It would bring too much harm to Dazai and your relationship as a whole.

Little extra – and if someone flirts with you and becomes too insistent?

Let’s say Dazai is still giving you time to reject the admirer or he is just approaching you when he sees the person reach out for you – it doesn’t matter if it’s a simple and subtle touch like brushing your arm or a obnoxious one like grabbing your hand. As soon as he registers your uneasiness, maybe even sees you flinch away, his attitude changes from a silly clown to the very intimidating composure and absolutely terrifying smile we know and love. Watch him calmly walk over to you, grab the person’s wrist and squeeze it until the person begs him to stop. His words though would stay polite, mocking even, which makes it all the more scary.

“Good evening ma’am/sir. I’m sorry to interrupt, but don’t you see my s/o doesn’t appreciate the way you approached them?”

Yeah, watch them either run away screaming or turn as white as a wall and tremble when Dazai lets go of them, wraps an arm around you and drags you away.

“Are you alright (y/n)?”

Though his undertone still sounds menacing from the anger he’s processing, you mainly hear the calm worry in his voice.

This man is will not let anyone overstep your boundaries and try to take what he considers to be his, period.

And how does he handle your jealousy?

Now this is a whole different story. Honestly? Expect him to not take it too seriously if you don’t insist. In some twisted way, he just doesn’t want to take it seriously, it would make his own jealousy issue so much worse. But he’s also painfully aware of just how much he loves you, so the thought of you fearing he would leave you for someone else seems somewhat laughable to him.

If you get jealous easily, like seeing him happy and/or relaxed around a colleague or a friend, he’d notice. He notices any time you get jealous if we’re being honest here, so there’s no sense in hiding it. However, he would leave it up to you if you want to talk about it. If you keep it to yourself he’ll respect that and, as long as your behaviour doesn’t change, he’ll assume you decided to handle this emotional struggle by yourself. But if you do approach him, maybe even in a subtly mad or reproaching state, there may be a bit of a discussion before he sits down with you and you talk about it properly.

“Oh, Yosano-san? She’s a good friend yes, why? Is my honeycake jealous?”

Yeah, he’ll use silly nicknames to tease you as well. Honestly, he partly just thinks is cute that you get jealous over nothing and of course, there’s a certain level of satisfaction involved since this shows him just how important he is to you.

If you’re serious about it though or insist that you’re bothered by the way he interacts with friends, he’ll finally accept that there’s an issue you need to talk about. He does understand very well how you’re feeling, how you’re afraid to lose him if he grows too close to other people, so he won’t judge you for your feelings. They make you oh so human after all.

Maybe the solution will be for you to get to know his colleagues and/or friends better, maybe it will be not to hang out with them at all. But in the end, Dazai knows that you really do not want to limit him, that you are actually suffering from your own jealousy. So he’ll make sure to try and express his appreciation for you more as a way to help you get over it. Complicated as he may be sometimes, he does cherish you deeply and wants you to know that you’re the only one for him. He’ll find out which is the best way for you to feel loved easily enough, be it spending more time together, going on special dates or getting physical~ more often.

If you get jealous over someone obviously having a crush on him, he’ll enjoy it plenty. Again, he finds it not only cute, but also satisfactory to see how much you claim his attention for you. After lots a bit of teasing, he’ll promise you to turn said person down if they ever ask him out.

If you witness Dazai being flirted with…well, I can tell you, that’s not to uncommon. He’s a very good looking young man after all and with a certain level of charisma as well, so my guess is that people take a shot quite frequently - especially if it isn’t obvious you’re his s/o. Dazai, of course, will be pleased about it. In the end, it’s all shallow and meaningless in his eyes, this superficial kind of flirting, but it is flattering. Still, he knows how insufferable it is for you to see him getting treated in such way, so he’ll cut the person off and tell them he is already taken, taking your hand in his and squeezing it lightly. No, he has no qualms addressing it directly, even if the other persons flirting is subtle; who cares about their feelings?

But maybe, you decide to step in before he can react. Now that will be a very enjoyable moment for him. Whether your jealousy expresses itself with seething anger, a cold demeanour or straight up possessiveness by grabbing his arm and pulling him close to you, he has never before seen someone claiming his love so genuinely. Because he knows that’s what lies behind the cussing, the cold sneer or the firm grasp around his upper arm, he’ll be sure to take your reactions seriously…at first. He’ll let you do your thing and give the baffled admirer an amused shrug, then go off with you and…well, start teasing you. Heh. Good luck getting out of that one.

Last but not least: Like I mentioned above, I don’t see Dazai flirting around much after he decides to commit to someone. If it isn’t a committed relationship, sure, he’s not taking this seriously at all and old coping habits die hard – but if he decided for you to be the one, why would he let you suffer for? There’s enough pain and suffering in the world already and every moment he can shield you from it, he feels a little bit closer to happiness.

A/N: I am sorry if this turned out more angsty than you had in mind, it just came to me naturally (＞人＜). Part two with Kunikida will follow soon!

Oh and I am tagging you @pompompurin1028 because well, we talked about this >:).

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

hi, I was wondering if I could possibly request some crack with chuuya and a reader who's the same height as him. whether the reader be a teen or adult doesn't matter, I just want to see dazai make fun of the two of them for being short.

When you are the same height as Chuuya

Self-Aware! Platonic! Chuuya Nakahara x GN! Short! Teen! Reader x Self-Aware! Platonic Dazai Osamu

Description: They heard your voice when they were in their world. They always wondered, how you looked like. Today, they will get into your world. Today, they finally will see you.

Warning: OOC, Platonic. English is my second language.

The moment has finally come. The day they were waiting for. Portal was ready. Just in a few moments, they will finally get to real world. They will finally see Their Guiding Light.

They knew few things about Their Guiding Light. Their name was [Y/N]. They were a teen and their parents were working abroad. They were getting checks from their parents every month. Their Guiding Light were looking after the house, doing chores, paying taxes, going to school and looking after themselves. There were adult relatives in the picture, but only when [Y/N] need a sigh on permission.

They knew what kind of person Their Guiding Light were. Today, they will finally learn, what Their Guiding Light look like.

Portal start working.

Bright light filled the room.

In the next moment, BSD Cast left their world and appeared in the real world. Right before Their Guiding Light.

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When your phone's screen suddenly start glowing white, you got startled and fell down on the floor.

So, you met BSD Cast while sitting on the floor.

For the next few minutes you were blinking like an owl, while Fukuzawa Yukichi gave a whole speech about self-awareness, their gratitude and you being Their Guiding Light.

When he finished talking, everyone finally noticed, that you were still sitting on the floor. Chuuya chuckled, carefully picked you up and put you on back on your feet.

"Okay, let's have a proper introduction."

With Chuuya Nakahara standing near you, everyone saw, that you two were the same height.

Osamu Dazai was grateful to you. For been near him during the darkest moment of his life, for treating him like a human, for bringing Oda back. He spent hours thinking, what he will say to you, when you finally met face to face. But all these preparations were destroyed. The chance was too good to be true.

Dazai took a step forward and bend to your level.

"Where is the rest of you? Or will you and hat rack, over here, morph into a one big adult?"

And that's how you and Chuuya formed a brother-sister alliance against Dazai.

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Dazai didn't stop with teasing you two.

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You were having a chat with Kunikida, while Aya, Q, Elise, Katsumi, Kousuke, Sakura, Shinji and Yu were watching 'The Lion King' in the background. The first iconic scene with the rising sun has begun.

"So, to solve this math exercise I should do this, right?" you showed Kunikida your notes. Kunikida quickly scanned through them and nodded.

"Yes, very good. Now, try to solve it."

You two didn't pay attention to your surroundings and kids were too interested in a cartoon, that no one noticed Dazai, sneaking up to you.

The cartoon continued.

Rafiki raised Simba above his head.

The same moment, Dazai picked you up and raised you above the floor as high as he can.

Dazai started to sing-a-long.

"It's the circle of life. And it moves us all~"

Kids were having a hard time looking at you and Dazai on one side of the room and a TV screen with cartoon on it on the other side.

When the title screen finally appeared, Dazai put you down.

He ruffled your hair.

"Thanks for been a great Simba, [Y/N]!"

Before Kunikida and you can react, Dazai left the room.

You grumble and hide your face in your hands.

Kunikida looked at you with pity.

"If it makes things easier, he tried to do the same thing with Chuuya, back in the app."

You two heard the sounds of fighting and familiar 'Damn Blue Mackerel!'.

Kunikida adjusted his glasses.

"And that's exactly how it ended last time."

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You were in a bad mood.

The cereal you planned to have for breakfast were put on the top of the shelf.

You could swear you heard Dazai's laughter. Despite the fact that Dazai left fifteen minutes ago to get groceries.

You were almost ready to go grab a chair, when you felt two gloved hands on your shoulders. You felt, that you became lighter and start slowly levitate towards the top of the shelf.

Dazai loved putting your stuff on the top of the shelves. But, you gave Dazai some credit, he never moved really important staff or fragile things out of your reach.

You quickly grabbed flakes.

Slowly, you were back on the ground.

And gloved hands never left.

Chuuya always keep contact with you when he was doing it.

You turned to Chuuya and smiled.

"Thank you, Chuuya."

Chuuya grinned in return.

"Don't mention, [Y/N]. You knew, that you can always ask me to help deal with vegatoid's pranks."

You let out a small laugh. You remembered, how one time Dazai walked on you and saw, how exactly you were getting back things he put on the top.

That day you heard joke about morphing in one adult six more times. And at least seven times, Dazai joked about you sitting on Chuuya's shoulders and wearing a coat, so you two can ride a roller coaster for adults when you visit an amusement park.

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"Don't interfere, you pipsqueak! Or I will squish you like a grape!"

You got that message (and a few more threats) from your classmate. They were harassing younger students, and you promised to tell teachers, if they didn't stop.

That's why they start sending you threats. And mocking you about your height. You were in the middle of writing a letter to the teacher, explaining, what your classmate were doing, when Dazai snatched your phone.

You looked at him, expecting teasing and him holding your phone above your head, but, instead, Dazai was silent. He was reading messages your classmate sent you.

Chuuya was ready to grab your phone back, when Dazai almost shoved it in his face, forcing Chuuya to read the messages.

For a few moments, Dazai and Chuuya were quiet. Then Chuuya turned around and marched towards the front door. He was mumbling.

"I won't let anyone threat my sibling!"

Dazai returned your phone to you.

"No one dares to threat you, [Y/N]. Moreover..."

Dazai grinned and put his elbow on your head, using it as an armrest.

"You are my pipsqueak! I am the only one who is allowed to tease you!"

With that, Dazai followed after Chuuya.

You sighed.

Even if teachers couldn't do anything, the classmate won't ever forget their encounter with your two brothers.

[helbramstrauma]

Current Top 10 Anime Favorites

10. Madoka Magica

This was higher on my list last time but I've decided to move it to 10th. Sailor Moon was my first anime, so once I started getting into darker stuff Madoka Magica was a great bridge. I love deconstructive, almost ironic, type animes. Something that goes against your original expectations.

9. Assassination Classroom

I believe this is the same placement it got last time. Ass class is truly timeless and is comforting and devesting. I find myself in the mood to rewatch it often so it's kind of a staple to me.

8. Devil is a Part-Timer

Another comfort anime of mine, though it is not my go to to watch for comfort (That's the royal tutor which isn't in the ranking but is still amazing check it out!). I'm not a big fan of Isekai but this is the exception.

7. Fruits Basket

This is new! It was not on my previous ranking but it has broken the top 10. Going in blind was one of the best decisions I have ever made, I didn't even know about the whole turning into animals thing. The fact that it can make cry of laughter and sadness is impressive. And to my therapist the Cinderella-ish episode is a good coping mechanism.

6. Moriarty the Patriot

You may have noticed that Bungou Stray Dogs is no longer on this list. It is true that I am a classic literature nerd, but I have been reading Arthur Colan Doyle's Sherlock since elementary school. I even named my cat after Moriarty! So just seeing it from a different perspective made me so happy! Even though I have read some works from Dazai, Chuuya, and the others but I read these books in my youth and it brings a sense of nostalgia for me that Bungou does not.

5. Haikyu

I believe this moved up in rankings! The reason it has risen the ranks is because of how often I rewatch it. It is something I can never get tired of, so it is special in some way. I don't even like volleyball but oh I love these teams!

4. Wonder Egg Priority

Remember when I said I love animes that are not quite what they seem, Wonder Egg fits that. Usually I don't gush about animation, but this is an exception, the art work is beautiful and is the whole reason why I started it. Also we do have lgbt representation. It is oddly relatable in ways, also it has its uplifting moments. Truly a phycological masterpiece in my opinion

3. Sk8 the Infinity

Ooh, we are entering the top 3, Sk8 in so many ways is close to my heart. First of all the dub cast is amazing, and it made me buy a skateboard. Also I have started watching professional skateboarding! It also taught me the "x-games" is a real competition not just something said in a vine.

2. Hunter x Hunter

So Sk8 and hxh switched positions since last time. However I find myself rewatching hunter x hunter a lot for a 148 episode show. Hunter x hunter is one of those things that it just gets better the more you watch it. You will always miss a detail and you can discover more parts about it during each watch through. It makes the show so rewatchable.

1. Higurashi: When They Cry

Have I started the remake? No. It is because I am scared it will disappoint me. The layers of this show is incredible, along with the world building and the twist and turns. People say it is hard to comprehend, but I say you aren't meant to understand everything it adds to the mystery. Also once you finish the second season, and you rewatch the first it changes the show. Watching higurashi for the first time is something I will never experience again.

Again these are just my opinions please don't send death threats. I mostly do this for myself so I can see how my taste changes over time (08/2021)

[pompompurin1028]

Like a Sunset

Summary: Dazai’s thoughts as you and Dazai take a walk along the coast to view the sunset, from Dazai’s POV

A/N: This whole fic came to mind because I was overthinking about the meaning of the sunset motif in this anime, anyways...

Relationship: Dazai x reader (from Dazai’s POV)

Warnings: None, just soft Dazai

Genre: Comfort/Fluff Drabble

My Masterlist

There was something undeniably other-worldly about the view of the setting Sun. The sight of the bright sun, as it dips into the cold waters, casting a glowing filter upon the soft waves. Along with the sight of fleeting colours of dusk fading into the distance, blending into an array of beautiful colours like that on an artist’s paint pallet. It is like a symphony of colours have painted the sky, but slowly quieting down, and is vanishing like an old friend waving goodbye. Oh, how forever ephemeral is this sight, like everything that is beautiful, as I watched it fade more and more into a darkened sky with each passing second...Truly, what other sight in this world could portray something so utterly sublime yet tragic at the same time, but never cease to produce an ethereal quality whenever I had the pleasure to view it? 

And as I watched your figure strolling ahead of me, your hair moving gently against the soft winds, a shadow slowly casting over your figure, enveloping you in the image of a beautiful silhouette. I couldn’t help but feel that there’s something picture-perfect about this scene unfolding before my eyes. As you blended in perfectly into the scenery, like you were meant to be there, it was at that moment I realized, that the sight and feelings I often sought for in sunsets, is embodied by no one other than you.

Like the sight of the Sun sinking into the ocean, as the waves lapped softly against the shore. You give me a sense of serenity, even with your antics, for they were nothing if not genuine. You held no malicious intentions, and only sought to understand and to accept my broken self. And for once, for someone other than him, I feel like I can lower my guard, even just a little.

Like the wonderous colours of a sunset, you showed to me beauty in this world of depraved humanity. You reminded me of the acts of tenderness that still exists in this world, through your affection, acceptance and love for me, even when I have yet to embrace and appreciate my own self.

Just like the specks of light that continue to shine, even as the world begins to darken into the night... The night that I dreaded, the darkness I fear I could never escape from, even as I continued to chase the dying light. You reminded me of the promise of hope through dissipation, the promise of a new dawn every sunset tells -- that there is still hope for goodness for a man such as I, even after all the crimes I have committed with my tainted hands.But more importantly, like the embodiment of this sight itself, that glows bright with a gentle orange hue as the soft flickering flame of a fire, I’m continuously drawn to you and I know I’ll keep coming back to you...

“Dazai,” only when my name was spoken upon your lips was I recalled from depths my thoughts, only to come to the realization that I have come to a stop in my tracks. “Come on, what are you doing just standing there?”

For once, there were no traces of lies in the words I uttered, no form of deceit, no need for me to hide my raw thoughts beneath a ever-beaming mask of foolishness, for I know, either way, you will accept my truly and deeply. And in this sentimental moment, I couldn’t help but let these words from slipping out of my mouth without thought, and contrary to my usual self, I welcomed it. 

“Just admiring how lovely you are.”

[soukokuwu]

I just binge-read all your writing, you're a gift to this fandom! Thank you for doing what you do. How about a scenario for Dazai when the ADA's trying to track down a criminal and he realizes too late that the criminal's targeting his s/o, who as far as he knows has no fighting ability whatsoever, and sent a group of thugs after her. He rushes off to her thinking it's too late, but when he arrives he sees that she killed them all with just a knife? (She's actually a super trained fighter.) ILY!

It's the anon with the request about Dazai finding that his s/o killed the group of thugs sent to kill her. I'm sorry - I should have clarified this earlier, but she's not just a really trained fighter, she's also used to killing so she's super calm about it. Once again, thank you!

➥ genre: fluff

➥ pairing: dazai x reader

➥ warning: very slight gore

➥ word count: 1.5k

➥ a/n: this took a while i’m so sorry i hope you’re still here 😿 & thank you so much for your kind words!! hope you like this anony ily~

Takes two to tango

Rarely is Dazai Osamu ever surprised. It almost never happens. And yet, you are once again the anomaly.

The sight in front of him is that of a bloody massacre. Blood splattered against the brick walls of the alley, barely a spot spared from the red liquid is the grey concrete road below your feet. What people would consider a horrific sight, Dazai considers absolutely beautiful.

A sight to behold — that you are.

There, atop the pile of unsightly bodies, all still and lifeless, you stand like an absolute beauty — or so it seems to Dazai. Your hair in a ponytail still flowing in the breeze, a sheen of sweat glistening your face and the look of utter effortlessness painted on your features.

“You’re a fucking monster!”

Ah, the last remaining survivor of the enemy organisation.

Dazai could very well step out of the shadows and reveal himself, save you the trouble of having to dispose of the man, but he is curious. He wants to see just what his lover is capable of doing to this one. He only made it in time to see the others already dead — he wants to admire the process behind your work.

It’s much like a child discovering a new toy — no, finding out their existing plaything has features they didn’t know existed. Dazai is amazed, interested, entranced by you as you move to the man’s side in an instant, the blade of your dagger swiftly slashing across the pale flesh of his neck with expert precision, right before he drops to the ground, contributing to the red pool of blood staining the floor.

Can you see him in the shadows? No, you don’t need to see him. You already know he’s there, don’t you? Someone with that much skill, that much knife work — he doubts that your senses would equal that of an ordinary civilian’s. But still he waits, testing you, wanting to know just how good you are.

Just how did this slip past him? How has he never realised it before?

And as you turn back, your eyes meet his. He doesn’t see the normal warmth behind them anymore — not this time. This time, he sees only vacancy; a void of emotions, something he’s used to seeing, not in other people but only in the mirror.

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They say that eyes are the windows to your soul.

Dazai doesn’t believe it. Not one bit. Especially now that he’s seen you assassinate someone with his very own eyes. But it takes him back to that day. That first day he met you. Not because they look exactly the same, but because they look the exact opposite.

It was what captured his attention in the first place; the way they smiled, how they twinkled in the orange of the sunset as they locked with his. And yet, mixed in with the vibrancy is something that Dazai couldn’t quite place — a darkness or a void.

Maybe that’s why he’s attracted to you, why he felt on edge around you. It’s not like how he would usually feel around others, most of his time being spent around members of the agency where their records are squeaky clean and out in the open. It’s easy to find out about everyone. Everyone but you.

The two of you tread around the subject like you were dancing a tango. Whether it was good or bad was debatable. Dazai would lead, asking vague questions first, in hopes to just ease you into the harder ones. But you always answer in a way that doesn’t give anything away. Still in harmony, but never completely in-sync. These conversations were always a vibrant and playful dance between the two of you; he was always on his toes.

A certain part of him knows that he got together with you because of that mystery. It intrigued him that much; how elusive you are. He didn’t notice though, how over time his focus has shifted. From wanting to find out your identity to wanting to actually get to know you. From doing things out of obligation to doing it because he actually wants to. He didn’t realise it, until he was in too deep.

And he thought maybe, maybe, he didn’t need to know. Besides, how bad could it be? Dazai has a tainted past himself, yours couldn’t be worse than his was, could it?

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Worry often casts a big shadow over a small matter.

That shadow consumed Dazai earlier — the moment he realised that their target was you all along. Every inch of their makeshift headquarters was filled with photos and information of Dazai himself, as well as you. But the red circle is marked on your face.

Dazai was the end goal, and you’d be the bait.

Of course, no one knew what you were capable of at that point. Not Dazai and least of all the enemy.

He was alone, and he wasn’t the best fighter, but he’d be damned if he let anyone touch you. So without so much as a call to his partner who had been investigating elsewhere, he rushed out to hail a cab. Dazai vowed to save you, no matter how many of them he’d have to kill.

3.47pm

Your shift would end soon. As cunning as the enemy was, they wouldn’t be able to attack you in a packed café. They weren’t that stupid to put more tails on themselves. Dazai had thirteen minutes to reach you.

3.55pm

“Could you please step on the gas?”

Dazai’s exasperation was clear as day.

“I don’t control the traffic, boy.”

So was the cab driver’s.

4.02pm

The cab finally rounded the corner and the café came into view — Dazai couldn’t even wait for the driver to stop. Money was thrown into the front of the cab and he bolted out the door, past the café and dipped into the alley you always took for a faster path home.

And there he found you.

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They say the greatest beauty comes from the greatest clarity.

In this moment, in the current present, Dazai is inching just a little closer to that beauty. There is meaning to that emptiness in your eyes — and he knows it all too well. How can one afford emotions when it is one’s duty to kill?

All his worry dissolves the moment he saw you wielding that knife with the finesse of a well-seasoned assassin. And now he has only one concern, the same one he’s had since he first met you: who are you?

“Aren’t you going to ask me?”

Your voice echoes in the empty alley, your fingers rubbing the blood stains off your knife with one of the poor victim’s jackets before settling it back in its holster, hidden under your dress, attached to your thigh. And as you walk towards him, Dazai sees that hint of spark in your eye — the radiance.

“What does it matter? You aren’t going to tell me the whole truth.”

But Dazai’s voice doesn’t carry a hint of malice. Just a pinch of surprise and a dash of admiration. It isn’t easy for anyone to hide anything from him. And if it wasn’t for the enemy, he would probably never have figured out you were an assassin.

“I will tell you one thing, though,” you relent as you reach him, snaking an arm around his shoulder and pressing your forehead to his.

Dazai gives a low chuckle, his hands wrapping themselves around your waist. You are definitely a dangerous one, that he knows. “And what is that, my belladonna?”

You open your eyes wider this time, and Dazai is yet again, surprised. “I don’t mix business with pleasure.”

He can’t spot any hint of that darkness he’s used to seeing when he looks into your eyes everyday. No, this time your eyes exude earnesty — is this you being completely honest?

“And I’m supposed to just trust you, now?”

Dazai still isn’t exhibiting any hostility — because he doesn’t feel the need to. He doesn’t feel like you’re disguising anything behind those words. And if there’s anybody he trusts, it’s himself.

“You want to, don’t you?”

Your voice carries an absolute confidence, and Dazai is fairly impressed. How insightful you are. No matter how much he wants to deny it, he can’t. Even if he does, you’d see through this at least.

“Ah, my beautiful belladonna—” he gives you a quick peck on the lips — “is there anything that escapes you?”

But of course there is, and you both know it. As much as you are a mystery, Dazai is an enigma. Your occupation is a conundrum, and so is everything that makes Dazai who he is. And even so, you both let it slide, because as time drones on, there is one thing that glues you together.

It is not love, no. You’re not there yet. It’s an unspeakable feeling that attaches you to him, and him to you. Something that neither of you can put into words, yet have so much faith in in spite of that. And as questionable as the both of you find this relationship, you find that you can’t quite let go.