#kunikida telling the truth though

[soukokumychildren]

Yes, Chuuya, harvest Dazai and keep him to yourself, I beg thee Kunikida for staying away, and thank you for taking the initiative and finally expressing to others how you feel 😌

Chuuya's great sacrifice of taking Dazai so nobody else suffers in a relationship with him

original post by nico

[ethereal-blossom]

Giving BSD boys a blowjob for the first time

ft. dazai, kunikida

warnings: blowjobs (surprise!) MDNI

a/n: kinda wrote these in mind thinking it was also giving them a handjob for the first time so I guess that's double the fun!

Dazai Osamu ♡

Your eyes looked up to find Dazai's face, searching for a sign of approval. In response, Dazai let out a validating, soft moan and closed his eyes as he nodded. "You're doing excellent, belladonna."

It wasn't unexpected. Dazai, sharp and observant as a hawk, had seen the way your eyes lingered over every small change in his facial expressions. While you were dating, both of you had agreed to take things slow. Even small milestones like holding hands was a huge thing for the man that was wrapped in bandages. The slow burn of deepening your relationship into each other's hearts until it left a permanent mark that even time couldn't erase, was wonderful.

But with time grows desire. Dazai teased you to the point of dilated pupils, hitching breaths, and a blush that cups your cheeks. Exactly like planned, the detective thought, smirking behind the mask of crafted innocence. Except, the plan had been for you to beg him to touch you; not that you would beg to make him feel good as your fingers pushed his hips onto the couch. Dazai is highly aware of his intelligence that makes him read people as if they are a children's book, but sometimes, he thinks he doesn't always grab your nature. The type of nature that has you on your knees in front of him, getting high off of his pleasure.

When you wanted to focus your attention back on the twitching cock in your hand, the sight of Dazai's fingers grabbed your attention. You knew Dazai better than any living soul. Although still a mystery novel that hides behind words of deceive and avoidance to keep parts of itself hidden until the time of reveal is there, this mystery novel was slowly showing you its pages that brought you closer to the truth.

One of the mysteries revealed was Dazai's massive self-control over his external reactions. Emotions were another vulnerable aspect of what it meant to be human, and Dazai hid them masterfully. A part of that was because it functioned as a tactic to reach his goals and stay in control, but a part of you wondered if it was because Dazai feared vulnerability more than a bullet. Emotional suffering is torture for the ones with a sensitive heart.

While Dazai's face was decorated in controlled bliss and his moans playing like a soft lullaby, the slender fingers around the sheets were clinging for dear life. You see... could you make another crack in that composed facade?

Your thumb starts drawing circles over Dazai's tip and with that, you witnessed the twitching of both his cock and fingers. A soft groan escaped Dazai's clenched jaw. "Ah, that's my belladonna. You're soo good to me, hm? Working hard for that reward." That controlled tone...

... It wasn't enough.

Dazai could tell something changed. Even though he had his eyes closed in concentration, clinging to the tiny bit of control he had, he noticed how your stroking became irregular. "What's filling your mind that isn't my- argh, shit." Dazai's eyes shot open as he bolted his hips deeper into your mouth, leaving you gagged for a good second.

That face of pure shock and arousal, the one you rarely got to see on your lover, revealed itself to you as you had taken Dazai's tip into your mouth. "Y/N, that's-"

Another lick and Dazai's original sentence was replaced by a moan, and the detective felt like all control slipped between his fingers when you placed your hands around the rest of his cock.

Dazai grabbed your hair, hissing you to go slower because oh God, he was about to cum faster than he ever did in his twenty-two years of living, and God knows he did not want this euphoria to end this soon. Oh, he really wasn't used to feeling this good-

"Belladonna, y/n, please-" Dazai didn't know what he was begging you for. For you to go slower? Faster? What it was, you hummed in approval. That little vibration was all it needed for Dazai to throw his head in his neck. His toes curled as high-pitched whines fell over lips that had become swollen in a miserable attempt to hide his moans.

When you looked up after swallowing, you were met with Dazai's bangs hanging over his eyes. "Osamu, are you okay?" Worried, you push the chocolate colored bangs aside and... oh.

He was so pretty with scarlet painted cheeks. Dazai couldn't even look you in the eyes, giving up after one second of eye-contact before shyly facing another side with his head. "That was... good. For a first attempt."

You chuckled as your hand caresses the cheek that faced your way and with a slightly hoarse voice you respond: "Good. I'll make you even feel better next time."

Dazai's hands twitch one last time before he closes his eyes and mentally picks up every string that he lost along the way. As the detective opens his eyes, you can see the control and seduction in those dark eyes that you love so much.

Dazai leans closer until you feel his breath on your ear. His lips tickle and a shiver runs down your spine as he whispers: "Someone has earned that reward, hasn't she? Let's see how long I can make you last."

Kunikida Doppo ♡

Rubies could not compete with the radiant red glow of Kunikida's face as he realized what you were about to do. The detective should have known you were up to something when he was preparing today's schedule and you had popped up behind him, placing your arms around his waist as you kissed his neck and whispered: "Keep a spot open at 8 PM, love."

Even when the blond had asked for details, your lips stayed sealed. The only hint Kunikida got out of you was "Dazai has made you work over-hours; I want to treat you."

Naively, innocently, Kunikida thought you might have a dinner or massage in mind. Not that he was wrong! It was just a... different type of massage. With your tender fingers wrapped around his cock, Kunikida clenched his jaw to not make a sound, but the moan slipped away as he sighed your name: "Y/n... I, we-"

"Does it feel good, Doppo?" You made sure to rub his tip with your thumb right then, making the detective's cock drop with pre-cum.

"It- yes... yes, it feels good."

Looking up blessed you with the sight of an orderly man turned into a mess under the tip of your fingers. A wave of arousal rushed through your body, seeing the man unravel in front of you. You figured he would be vocal, but oh-

Kunikida was sensitive. The smallest movement had him throwing his head back and trusting his hip as tiny moans calling your name filled the room. Not only were his cheeks the color of fire due to the heat of your touch, but the intimacy of it all left him flustered as well.

You felt a hand rest on your head, lightly gripping a bit of hair. "Y/n... we, you- I have to make you feel good, too."

Oh. "That has to wait."

"But- ah!" The hand around your hair tightened in response to your mouth taking his cock.

Kunikida's thoughts were twirled up in the storm that was you. Your name rolled off his tongue like worshipping prayers as you brought Heaven to earth for him.

The bliss of touching Heaven became too much, and with one closing word, Kunikida fell apart. He arched his back, forgetting to bite his lip to soften the groans that might slip through the walls where his colleagues live. His grip around you tightens, never wanting to let you go, never wanting to let this feeling go. But then Kunikida realizes he's still on earth and lessens his grip on the fear he's hurting you.

The detective looked into your eyes, but they were filled with lust directed at him and God, it felt so sinful that he had to deflect his gaze. Yet, you grabbed his chin and made your boyfriend face you.

"Do you feel better?"

Kunikida stammered, trying to get out a word. "Yes, that was," an embarrassed cough, "excellent." 

Your thumb caressed his lip. "Good."

And then, the world flipped around as Kunikida lay your back on the bed. "I have done a deep-dive research on how to please you when the time was there. Now, let me return the favor." 

[kentopedia]

it’s obvious to everyone that dazai is so smart, but the truth is, he has such a selective memory. if he doesn’t want to do paperwork … it’s simply out of his mind. he’s forgotten about it, and now it’s someone else’s task, something that annoys kunikida endlessly.

you ask him about it once and he laughs it off, tells you that it’s so he can make more room in his memory for the important things. which, you suppose, makes sense; even people like dazai have limits.

still, you’re not sure what he means by important things if that doesn’t include his work assignments.

it’s just another dazai mystery that you put out of your mind until you fall in love with him.

when you get together, after weeks of pining over one another, dazai brings by some desserts you love. you wonder how he knew they were your favorites, but you figure someone at the agency must have told him, and don’t think too much of it.

then, he buys you a new book you mentioned once that you wanted to read. there’s a little note scribbled in the cover, and he smiles cheekily when you have no idea what to say.

every day, he starts bringing you coffee to work, exactly how you like it, even though you’re certain you never told him.

it isn’t until dazai’s on his phone, scrolling through upcoming films, that you understand.

you’re laying your head on his lap when he shows you the phone screen. “that movie you’ve been wanting to see is out tomorrow,” he says like it’s no big deal.

and you have been wanting to see it, but you hadn’t talked with him about it in weeks. not since the trailer came out, and you told him in nothing more than a passing comment that it looks like it’ll be good.

you stare back at him, surprised that he remembered, but he’s flown past it. he’s already making a plan of when you’ll watch it, wondering if you wanted to make an entire night out of it.

it hits you then, a wave of emotions that has you tearing up, even though dazai has no idea what could’ve possibly upset you.

and you realize important things to dazai are really just things about you. that even if it meant sacrificing space in his memory, the places where routine chores and paperwork should go, he’d gladly do it.

whatever it takes to make sure that he never forgets a single detail about you.

[popopretty]

BSD Chapter 105.5

"In the Narrow Room - the Later Part"

I love this chapter so much I have no words T_T Dazai is so precious I would trade the world for him!!

Please note that I typed it out very quickly while being hyped with neither English nor Japanese as my native language, so I might make mistakes here and there. Please forgive me I can't think really straight right now ;v;

SPOILERS AHEAD

Sigma tells Dazai that he cannot believe that Dazai is a normal person because he just single-handedly took down Fyodor, and asks Dazai why he chose him in the beginning instead of all the other usable tools (;v;). Dazai tells him there are 2 reasons, first is Sigma can act as Kunikida's replacement, because it would be very boring if there is no one there to be in awe and admire what Dazai did there. Sigma gets mad at Dazai and assumes that Dazai thinks he is not worthy enough to share the truth. Dazai corrects him saying that is not true, and that Dazai doesn't share anything with him because it's hard for him to understand, especially after he has been used by Tenningosui and others this whole time.

Dazai then decides to share one thing with Sigma and asks him if his ability to switch information works on dead people. Sigma confirms he can, as long as they have not been dead for a very long time. Dazai explains that he wants Sigma to use that ability on Fyodor (who is assumed dead at that point) to read his plan after that and save the ADA at the airport. Sigma is surprised Dazai did everything that he did only to save the ADA, and the words from people who used him in the past starts echoing in his head.

Dazai and Sigma get on an elevator to get to the room where Fyodor is supposed to be drown. While they are waiting, Sigma asks Dazai what is the second reason for Dazai to choose him, to which Dazai nonchalantly answers that if he didnt choose Sigma, Sigma would be silenced by Fyodor or Gogol later. Sigma is shocked, trying to confirm Dazai's intention to save him but Dazai doesn't say no more. Sigma starts to wonder what kind of place is the ADA. He thought Dazai was the same as those guys who used him, but he feels something different now. He thinks about how he wants a home, where he is not used by anyone, and he realizes that, the ADA is not using Dazai, and Dazai is not using the ADA either.

Dazai notices something is strange because the elevator is taking too long. Suddenly the evelator stop and they hear the voice of the time freezing skill user on the radio, begging for her life. Fyodor is seen alive with Chuuya, shooting her dead. Fyodor then tells Dazai over the radio that he is surprised, not by the flooding, but by the fact that Dazai and his 7-year partner's bond was so shallow that Dazai think Chuuya's ability cannot deal with that flood. He reveals that he has had Chuuya break and distort the track/rail of each partition wall when they entered. That way, it will prevent the doors to close properly, letting the water leak outside and allowing them to easily escape. He then says that if one cannot even think of that, they do not have enough qualification to use the gravity manipulation.

Sigma does not get why Fyodor could do that, Dazai then explains to him that Fyodor must have put one of his vampire among the guards, and when he couldn't contact with that vampire anymore, he was able to guess that the control room has been taken. It also means that Fyodor has already been in control of Mersault way before Dazai took his action.

Fyodor admits he was caught by surprirse with the attack though, and even though it is seemingly a suitable trial for a servant of God like him, he is weak and cannot stand it if he catches a cold, so he wants to return the favor by making Dazai and Sigma go through the same trial. After he says so, the elevator starts to be filled with water. The two of them try to get out as the door being locked and Fyodor praying for them to be held in the hands of God.

The chapter ends here. Next issue will be released on March 3 (Japan time). Thanks for reading till the end <3

[starlightshadowsworld]

Bungou stray dogs except it’s not a bounty that’s placed on the tigers head. It’s a missing persons alert on Atsushi’s.

The story goes that a teenager was newly adopted that had either run away or been taken. A poor scared child who had an ability that he couldn’t control, please someone help him.

The kind, generous (and rich) Francis Fitzgerald who had previously lost a child now going out of his way to help another lost soul. Who wouldn’t eat up such a story, especially when they have no idea what he wants said child for.

The Agency takes the case because despite Fitzgerald being American, the teen and was adopted from an orphanage in Japan. Apparently he met the now Headmaster of the place many years ago on one of his adventures.

They’d stayed in touch and Fitzgerald had visited the place to meet up with his old friend. Which is where he met his now missing ward.

It all seems above board and yet Ranpo and Dazai sense something off.

Atsushi running away from visions of a tiger and seeing missing posters for himself. He doesn’t get it, he was kicked out he knows he was kicked out. Why are people looking for him?

He’s not sure who this man it says to return him too is. But Atsushi knows immediately that he’s dangerous. He starts to avoid the police along with what he believes is the tiger.

It’s part of why he doesn’t try to steal from anyone. Because he can’t and because if he does and he’s caught they’ll take him away. And Atsushi would rather be dead and free than alive in captivity.

But then he gives in and saves a man to rob him, who turns out to be a detective.

Dazai wordlessly convinces Kunikida to play dumb and though both tell Atsushi their profession they act like they know nothing about his case. Or that they’re the ones on it.

They convince Atsushi to stick around and get to know him. Dazai nullifies his ability so he doesn’t transform that night. Atsushi is subtly questioned and eventually he tells them everything.

That he doesn’t know who this man is. That he’s not adopted and he never was, he was kicked out. And it doesn’t take a Ranpo to know Atsushi’s telling the truth.

He still joins the Agency and Dazai goes off to the Port Mafia to do some digging. They are still after Atsushi, let’s say Fitzgerald still pays a large sum for the safety return of his ‘son.’

It’s not the Port Mafia’s usual job but money is money.

Everything goes semi smoothly until the man himself shows up at the Agency and is overjoyed to see Atsushi safe and sound. And demands he return with him, and lo and behold he has official adoption papers naming him Atsushi’s guardian.

And Atsushi’s signature is on them, it’s identical and doesn’t look to be forged. Legally there’s nothing the Agency can do and Atsushi is taken away.

Before he’s taken, Dazai promises him that they’ll figure this out. That Atsushi’s home is the Agency and it always will be. It hurts all of them to watch Atsushi, clearly terrified leave with this man.

And it’s only after he leaves that Dazai and Ranpo put it together that Fitzgerald is part of the Guild. A mysterious criminal organisation that doesn’t exist to the outside world.

So that’s why they wanted the Agencies special ability license, to make them legitimate and legal ti uphold this charade.

And they just let him walk out with Atsushi.

Atsushi who glares daggers at the man before him who smiles cruelly “oh don’t look at me like that boy you’ll break your father’s heart.” Fitzgerald says sarcastically and Atsushi only glares more, trying to free himself from his shackles.

“Shut up! You might have everyone fooled but you aren’t my dad!”

Fitzgerald chuckles “no but I’m probably a step up from him, aren’t I? After all, he abandoned you and I came back for you.”

“How do you….?”

“I know you. I know you were treated horribly by your parents. That the headmaster tried to kill you and how he did it. And I know you’ve got a powerful ability that will find the book I need.”

“You couldn’t just ask a librarian?” Scoffs Atsushi trying to hide his panic. Fitzgerald scoffs “again with the snark, you must get it from your mother.” His eyes glint dangerously as he walks up to the bars separating him and Atsushi.

“And no, you are the key to finding this particular book. Tell me or don’t, I’ll get you to show me where it if it’s the last thing I do.” It’s so casual it’s almost friendly and yet Atsushi knows he’s in trouble. He has no idea what Fitzgerald is talking about.

Fitzgerald grins, cold and amused and his next words could’ve made Atsushi’s heart stop.

“I hope you said goodbye to those friends of yours, because unless they’re fireproof it’ll be the last time you ever see them. And know that it’ll all be your fault.”

[chuuyaspinkmotorcycle16]

Day 20: Reunions

He shouldn’t be nervous, right?

It’s just a high school reunion. No biggie.

Sneak in, chat a few people up from ten years ago, and leave. Easy, no?

That’s what he’d told himself as he was getting ready. On the drive over here. As he was walking in.

But, you see, for one Dazai Osamu, it’s never that simple.

The second he sees him in the crowd, he knows it’s over.

Ten years spent trying to forget the redhead — the memories, the feelings, everything.

He can’t do this.

“Come on, Dazai, it’s only for one night. You don’t even have to talk to him,” Kunikida says, patting him on the shoulder with a small shove forward.

But Kunikida doesn’t know the truth, no one but Dazai does.

Despite all the time spent apart, when the memory of their last fight — their break up — played in his head every single day, Dazai Osamu never stopped loving Nakahara Chuuya.

They’re twenty-eight — a whole decade older, maturer, wiser. Ten years of new experiences, new partners, new lives separates them now.

And the mantra of ‘there’s no going back’ won’t stop repeating in his head.

They had closed that part of their lives. Closed the door and locked it tight before throwing the keys away where their adult selves couldn’t find them.

He shouldn’t be here.

The key is at his feet, a cursed red thread tying it to the one at Chuuya’s feet across the auditorium. They left those behind in this school, left /themselves/ here too. 

An arm around his elbow, dragging him further into the crowd as Yosano pulls him, rambling about everyone they have to see – a certain redhead’s name evading her lips.

Kunikida has flocked to his other side, a guard for any unwanted attention. It’s no secret that Dazai made a few enemies in high school.

These two… they never left his side, despite the pain he’s caused them. The debt of two degrees, one in medicine and the other in psychology, an effort to keep him from offing himself by gaining legal access to prescriptions he needs. Medical bills covered by an accounting degree when Dazai was still wasting away in the unknowns of figuring out his life. 

Then there’s Odasaku and Ranpo, both a year older, each understanding him in their own ways when he doesn’t understand himself and what he needs. A refuge in the form of a guest bedroom in the couple’s shared apartment that he’s been crashing in for the last three years.

He’s done his best to repay them: paying for Yosano’s therapy sessions, paying back for the hospital bills of his attempts, and paying rent for the room. And even still, they sweep it under the rug when he’s a little short with talks of ‘owing coffee or drinks’ and ‘covering groceries’ later on.

He doesn’t deserve them, any of them.

Kunikida taps his shoulder, motioning over to the slightly hunched form of Katai by the wall, and after a nod from Dazai, the blond leaves them. As he looks back towards Yosano, he catches eyes with someone he can’t remember the name of, but he can tell what they’re thinking by the squinted eyes and drawn eyebrows.

He should be more aware of his surroundings, more aware of the looks from people he’s gaining, just /who/ they are.

But he can’t. His eyes are immediately drawn back to the sight of red hair.

Chuuya hasn’t turned around yet – doesn’t know he’s there – but from here, he’s barely changed. Still the same short height, same stance of leaning on a hip, same style of dressing – formal with an air of rebellion that had Dazai falling for him from day one.

His hair’s a little longer now, wavier with age. A hat sits on his head now, the same one he used to get in trouble over for wearing it to school. 

It’s nothing new to Dazai.

He’d avoided social media as much as he could, but nights of drunkenness had gotten the best of him and he’d spent them scrolling through friends’ pictures of the redhead and even Chuuya’s own account – a block that Dazai deserved never coming to fruition.

Dazai’s watched Chuuya grow into his life, seen every new partner he had (though they didn’t last long) and every promotion the redhead earned for himself. Known the anguish and heartbreak the man has gone through via his friends.

Even after the break-up, their mutual friends stayed with them. Neither had wanted there to be sides and their friends respected that. 

And now ten years later, Dazai will respect that, too. He’ll watch as Kunikida and Yosano greet Chuuya, catch up with him since their last wine night. He’ll mind his business in the corner where people won’t disturb him.

Someone bumps into him, and it’s only then that he realizes he really should have been paying attention.

Yosano has dragged him closer, preparing to detach herself from him to chat, but from here, Dazai’s too close. It’ll look wrong if he doesn’t at least acknowledge the redhead and if he were to walk away now, Chuuya would only see his back and that’s not the impression Dazai wants to send.

Dazai’s too afraid to talk to him, but he at least wants the redhead to know that he doesn’t hate him.

He’s paralyzed, stuck between choices as Yosano taps the redhead’s shoulder, and he can only watch.

Watch as Chuuya twists around, watch as he recognizes Yosano, watch as blue eyes lock onto his.

Time hasn’t changed Dazai’s favorite color, nor has it dimmed Chuuya’s eyes. If anything, it’s enhanced them, shining azure that has Dazai breathing in a gasp. 

And then those eyes are off of him, tuned back into whatever Yosano is saying.

He doesn’t know what to do.

Should he go now, find Kunikida and Katai to nurse the void in him? Should he stay here and wait for Yosano to be done so that she can drag him to another person?

Should he–

“Hey.”

Dazai can’t breathe. That angelic voice that always called him is still the same. He glances down slightly where the voice came from, disbelieving of his ears because there’s no way Chuuya would talk to him.

“Long time no see.” A hesitant wave as blue eyes meet his again, a small smile gracing the redhead’s face.

The brunet gulps, taken aback by the fact this is truly happening. He tries to wave, though it comes up short in the form of curved fingers too scared to risk sending Chuuya away. “Hey.”

It’s awkward, anyone around them can tell, and Dazai knows the whispers are flying. Chuuya looks at a loss for words as he shifts his weight to his other hip.

And Dazai can’t get over the fact that it’s been ten years. Ten years without this human being in his life even though he was always in Dazai’s thoughts. 

Ten years.

Dazai doesn’t know how he survived.

Chuuya reaches up, scratching the back of his neck. “Nice glasses. They suit you.”

Oh, right. Dazai did start wearing glasses five years ago. Chuuya wouldn’t have known.

“I… saw you wearing them a few years ago off of Yosano’s post. Never got a chance to tell you…” Chuuya says, mumbling the end part. There’s a faint red tint on his cheeks.

Dazai should really say something. He wants to. But he’s stuck on the fact Chuuya noticed. /Years/ ago. 

Something in his cold heart lights up again, just a little bit.

Hope.

“Well, it was good to see you. You look like you’re doing good, O- Dazai.” Chuuya smiles half-heartedly at him, taking Dazai’s silence as a note to leave.

Wait, no, that’s not what Dazai meant!

He goes to take a step forward, hand reaching out, just as someone behind him bumps – no, pushes him – sending him much further than he projected–

“Woah!”

–right into Chuuya.

The redhead catches him easily, instincts still as fast as ever, though Dazai has to grab onto him and dig his back foot into the ground to prevent them from toppling over, ending in a semi-dip that has some bystanders around them gasping.

Chuuya doesn’t seem to pay them any mind, immediately asking, “Are you okay?”

Their arms are still wrapped around each other, and it’s with a stuttered heart that Dazai realizes just how much he’s missed this.

“Dazai?”

The brunet goes to pull away, but Chuuya keeps his fingers wrapped around his biceps. “Are you good?”

Dazai watches as those azure eyes look behind him, widening at what they see.

“Yosano!”

Ah, of course she would turn on him. Dazai should have known to never trust a psychiatrist.

“Fuck, she ran off.” Chuuya’s hands still haven’t left him. The redhead glances back up, smiling again. “I was going to ask her to drinks after this but seeing as she’s nowhere to be found, how about you join me instead?”

Dazai can only gape. Nakahara Chuuya, love of Dazai Osamu’s life since age fifteen, was asking him back into his life.

The hope in his heart is overwhelming now, finally connecting his brain to his mouth.

He breathes out, “I’d love to.”

[thewritetofreespeech]

Doppo Kunikida x reader

semi-sequel to this ask [x] because I am sick for this man.

The night was calm, clean, and clear for the evening. A rare thing in his line of work. An even rarer thing for Kunikida to have the night off. He watched the moon drift across the stars from his futon. Or was it the other way around? Which one of them was drifting through space: the moon or the stars? Or maybe it was just him drifting. Lost in thought. Lost on what to do. Just…drifting.

Kunikida heard the shower cut off and quickly finished his musing as he put his glasses back on.

"What's with that face?" [Y/N] asked as she came back into the room. Still mussing her hair with his towel. Wearing his button downs as a night shirt. The hem of it barely covering the tops of her legs, and flashing her panties as she moved her arms, or being able to button up over her breasts. It was a good thing he had the covers in his lap.

"I feel bad."

"You didn't a little while ago. If the grunting was any indication."

"Guilty then." He corrected. Annoyed when she threw his towel in the corner, even though he’s asked her not to do that in the past, but felt he had no moral high ground to stand on and comment on it in the moment. "I hate lying to him."

"You were the one that wanted to keep this a secret." She reminded him. "I just didn't want to deal with the headache. Dad gets kind of...intense, when it comes to me."

Kunikida is aware of what part he played in this. She pursued him, but he didn’t deny her. Much as he tried at first, out of respect for his mentor, he couldn’t stop the attraction he felt for her. Draw to [Y/N] as if her powers were to call to him specifically instead of birds. He prided himself on being a man of principal and restraint. But with [Y/N] all of that was just….lost. “Do you want to tell him?”

“I don’t know.” He honestly didn’t.

On the one hand, yes, he felt guilty. The only way to absolve that would be to tell the truth. Tell Fukuzawa-sama that he was in love with his only daughter, that they had been seeing each other in secret for years now, and they had been having illicit liaisons every time she came to town for the past two.

On the other hand, he could just jump off a bridge and get his death over with faster.

“Do you want me to leave?”

[Y/N] reached up to remove his glasses again. The world behind her fades away to nothing as his vision can only focus on what’s in front of him. Can only focus on her. Though, maybe that’s not just his nearsightedness.

“No.”

Kunikida wasn’t sure why he was whispering. As if he spoke too loudly their secret would get out, and this whole thing would shatter.

“Do you want to break up?”

“No.”

He couldn’t bear to never see her again. Or just go back to being friends after what they’ve shared. Secret or not.

“So, what do you want?”

All his life Kunikida knew the answer to that question. He knew what he wanted to be in life. What he wanted to do. Where he was going and when. But when she asked him what he wanted he couldn’t think of anything other than, “I want you.”

It’s a vague, hapless, hopeless answer. One he would never accept if someone gave it to him, and he would criticize for not being just sappy nonsense. But [Y/N] wasn’t like him. She just smiled and leaned in for a kiss. One he accepts and gives willingly. His hands going into her damp hair as he pulled them down. That shower about to be completely pointless in a moment, and a complete waste of water.

One day, he would tell the president about their relationship. More than likely, [Y/N] would tell him. She always seemed to jump into things while he was still thinking of the best way to execute them. Their secret wouldn’t be a secret forever. But, for now, Kunikida would hold onto it as tightly as he did his ideal. As tightly as he planned to hold on to [Y/N].

[maislovebot]

Valentine’s Day with my fav ADA members!

Characters included: Atsushi and Kunikida. I was gonna include Francis but I don’t wanna keep you guys waiting any longer</3

This will consist of sfw and nsfw hcs of what I think my favs would do with you on valentine’s day:3 there will be a separate wc and tags for each character! Reader is afab + gn in each chapter

Keep in mind that this is taking a more western take on Valentine’s Day. I know that the more realistic day for this to take place would be White Day, but I don’t know nearly enough about it to comfortably write it. Writing it this way just made it easier on me!!

Atsushi!:

Contains: no warnings for the fluff section, reader is wearing shorts, fingering (reader receiving), not proofread

• Atsushi goes crazy on Valentine’s. He doesn’t really know a lot of the things that people do because he grew up in a generally unromantic place, but he goes crazy once you tell him that it’s just a holiday where you show your appreciation for someone!

• He had heard that you buy people chocolates for Valentine’s before, but he didn’t know how much truth was in that tradition so he didn’t risk it. But my god he absolutely melted when you returned home after a long day of work with a box of chocolates just for him?? They were nice too! He could tell that they were a pretty penny. He felt bad for not getting you anything, but you insisted that you didn’t mind. It’s his first Valentine’s Day after all! You wanted to pamper him.

• Nonetheless, he ran to the store first thing in the morning the following day and bought you some chocolate, and he was very pleased to see that they were half off! He is on a budget after all..

• He most certainly tried to make up for it for the rest of the night though. He’s always had a preference for taking care of you, it makes him feel like he’s doing something right. He would like to take you out to eat somewhere, but he doesn’t have nearly enough money to take you somewhere nice, but he did take you out to a normal dinner. Nothing crazy romantic, but it was sweet. He’s learned what your favorite foods are, so he’s spent a lot of time learning where your favorites are sold for a less expensive price.

• Once you are finished, I’d like to imagine Atsushi would prefer to watch a movie, but I don’t think you’d get very far before he’d be all over you. He’d have you straddle his hips and kiss you deeply for as long as possible. He’s always liked this part of sex, after all. When you two are still fully clothed, grinding against one another.

• He’d lift his dominant hand up and sneak it through the waistband of your shorts and push your panties to the side to rub small circles on your clit, making you grind against his hand desperately.

• “A-ah, Atsu—” you whimpered out as he slowly pushed one of his fingers inside your tight cunt. He gasped at the feeling, wrapping his other hand around your waist, guiding you back and forth gently.

• Needless to say, you two had a great night ♡

Wc - 0.4k

Kunikida!:

Contains: no warnings for the fluff, reader does work at the agency, reader is wearing a summer dress (despite it being February..), you jerk him off, not proofread

• No, because Kunikida would plan the night perfectly?? He keeps note of your favorite foods, candy, movies, etc. He is prepared!

• You’re woken up to a nice breakfast, only for you to check the time and see that work started an hour or so ago. Kunikida told you that he decided to take the day off for the both of you, so he could really show his appreciation for you. He never does that, so it made your heart melt a little because it proved that he truly did care about you.

• As we all know, Kunikida is a really good cook. You could swear that what he served you tasted like it was straight out of a restaurant! Your endless compliments inevitably made the tips of Kunikida’s ears heat up, and of course he told you to stop messing around and eat your food.

• Once you were finished, you told him to get back into bed. He doesn’t have work today, so he should be lazy too! He sighed but did as you asked, today was about what you wanted after all. He’d be lying if he said the idea wasn’t alluring.

• You two sat in comfortable silence, wrapping your legs around him and holding him close. You’d nuzzle your head into his chest, allowing Kunikida to rest his head atop yours.

• Kunikida did love this, but he couldn’t keep still for long before feeling like he’s being lazy and needing to get up, so of course he’d force you out of bed.

• “I have a whole day planned, so you better get dressed and ready.”

• You rushed out of bed to get ready, he always took very little time to get ready after all! You wanted to make sure to take care of yourself, so you got dressed in one of your favorite summer dresses and put on your favorite perfume. The scent of it always drove Kunikida crazy, and you still weren’t sure why.

• You two enjoyed a fun day on the town! He had been saving up for Valentine’s Day to make sure he could buy you something nice, and it was nice to hold your hand and be dragged around town as you went inside every little corner store that interested you.

• You felt bad that you hadn’t gotten him anything, but he promised that he liked things this way. He liked taking care of you, it made him proud. You sighed, you’d have to make up for it at home that night.

• You two enjoyed a nice dinner. It wasn’t crazy expensive, but it was still rather nice. You could tell it was going to be worth more than you wanted him to pay on your own, so you demanded to at least pay for your meal! He tried to tell you that he really didn’t mind, that he actually liked things this way, but he couldn’t win against you. So, he had to turn to less fair methods.

• You were in the middle of trying to convince him to let you pay, but he interrupted you. “Ah, dear, you’ve got something on your face,”

• “What is it?” You rubbed the tip of your nose, and cheeks, trying to figure out what it was. Kunikida just shrugged, and you made your way over to the bathroom, and Kunikida used that time to pay for dinner.

• By the time you realized what he did, it was too late and he was already waiting in the doorway for you.

• “You’re so sneaky!” You held his hand, before eventually wrapping your whole arm around his.

• “What can I say?” He smiled, looking over to you. “Today is all about you.”

• You mumbled something to yourself, but ultimately chose to stay quiet. Kunikida noticed your dress was short sleeved, and as cliche as it sounds, he took off his blazer and put it on your shoulders. You giggled to yourself, rolling your eyes at how cliche it was.

• “How romantic,” you said sarcastically. He shrugged again, wrapping his arms around you. It was dark out, and you could tell he wanted to hold you close out of worry.

• You got back to your guys’ shared apartment, caught off guard when he kissed you, placing his hands on your shoulders to push you against the door. He pushed his knee between your thighs, grinding against your cunt. You let out a small noise of friction, making Kunikida smile against your lips.

• You lead him to your bedroom, undoing his button up and pulling his pants down just enough to pull his cock out.

• “You’ve done so much for me, why don’t you let me return the favor?” You said into his skin, pulling him closer to you. Kunikida shut his eyes tight, nodding. He wanted to take care of you, but you rendered him speechless when you spread his precum across his tip and down his cock.

Wc - 0.8k

[fedyarc]

ִ ࣪𖤐 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞: 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 ִ ࣪ ࣪𖤐

in which one cannot refrain from contemplating the heart of their beloved.

word account: 2.8k

a/n: who would have thought that organizing the text to make it aesthetically pleasing would be so laborious... i feel like it turned out off. also i feel that the concept could have been better developed, but here it is!

HE KEEPS DISTANCE WITH HIS HEART IN HANDS

truth be told, dazai more than anyone else, is profoundly scared when he notices signs of his own vulnerability. he too is deeply aware of this sicken behaviour of his, intimately familiar with it to an extent that it consumes him deeply. he, in fact, nourishes a significant time of his day to cultivate a state of meticulous awareness regarding his actions and portrayal of his image to others. doubts about what someone elses actions represent in a raw and pure manner, how his actions interfere with the overall situation and what could be done to achieve his goals in the moment continually weigh on his mind, always inserted in a circle of doubt and alienation. dazai consistently dissociates, whether consciously or not, from the life around him. this behavior is rooted in fear, and how could he not be scared?

he has grown accustomed to always representing and crafting an idea but not presenting originality to others. so, naturally, when dazai realizes how attached he is to someone, his initial response is to create distance, precisely due to his misunderstanding of what he feels—logically interpreted but never willing to act upon them emotionally. he conceptualizes what he should feel, though only supposing to understand his own emotions.

dazai maintains almost an imperceptible distance, hiding in the artificial warmth of his persona. not too distant to be unable to observe your essence and be continually enchanted by it, but rather with an unilateral seclusion to the point where there are brief moments in which he finds himself demonstrating an undisguised emotional frankness (unaccompanied by the usual dramatic antics he often presents to hide his yearnings) by your side. however, his candid emotional state is revealed through small acts. if you look closely enough or have keen perception, it is possible to observe his elusive face on nights when mutual silence is a comforting piece and see the small shattered fragments of his soul being illuminated with your shared reassuring company, while affection seeks to be offered and conveyed primarily through the embrace and caress of two primal lovers.

HIS AFFECTION COMES WITH A SENSE OF FRAGILITY

the hesitance of his actions towards you is not intentional. he fears not the fragility of your affection towards him, but rather fears himself, for the decay of his own being. he demonstrates unease not with your touch, instead with the consideration of how ineffective it is to offer his affection to someone who is already full of it. his love is suffocating, inconsolable, and always prone to the intensity of wanting more.

in these moments, dazai's depreciative thoughts resonate more intensely and frequently in his mind. his delays in arriving at work become more frequent, and sometimes, when he does arrive - after receiving an earful from kunikida and collapsing onto the agency's sofa - you can observe his longing gaze directed at a space that represents one of his lost memories.

on these days, his touch is more present and intense. his presence lingers around more frequently, and his hugs tend to last a little longer. during these times, make sure to subtly reassure his feelings, either by reciprocating the embrace and whispering that you appreciate dazai's efforts, or by stroking his hair while telling him that you are here as he listens to the beats of your heart.

the terrace was one of the places where dazai could be seen quite frequently. it was not uncommon to observe him in the café below the company, spinning uncontrollably in his office chair or lying on the organization's sofa, singing, and sometimes even trying to doze off (always with his random sleep masks). once, you remember, you were arriving early at the agency to prepare a mini welcome party for atsushi - nothing too big, just placing a cake on his table with some small decorations saying "welcome to the agency!" - and as you were about to turn on the lights, you saw a fallen body facing the floor. your first instinct, obviously, was to try to see who it was and what happened, yet as soon as you turned the presumed corpse, you heard an extremely loud and off-key "boooo" with two pairs of eyes (you swear that the eyes of his mask were something wicked) staring at you with a malefic smile. when you questioned him about why he was sleeping at the agency, he shrugged nonchalantly, saying that now kunikida can't say he is late for work. since then, you keep your guard up whenever turning on the lights when you arrive at the agency.

as you climbed the stairs to your destination, some thoughts echoed in your head, warning you that there was still time to give up on this and just leave the bento box on his table. with or without a note to adress the matter, it was irrelevant; you knew he would guess who had left that object on his desk. the important thing would be that you tried to do something, after all, with the bestest of intentions. at least that way, you would have avoided the embarrassing conversation that occurs when you give something to someone: the wait for their reaction, whether they liked it or not, and the anticipation.

if you went back now, you could grab any case from the agency - which, in reality, would be a pretty welcome action considering the pile of papers that had accumulated from cases to be resolved and some others bureaucracies to be finished, so many that you were sure you wouldn't have time for any interaction with this man at least until tomorrow.

but at the same time, you would love to see his reaction. at least the first 5 milliseconds in which his features would betray a hint of surprise before returning to their controlled spasms. you would like to make sure that dazai understood the meaning behind this action - that you truly care and worry about him. so, what other way would be more personal and sentimental than to deliver something made by you personally?

answer: none, or that's what you would like to think. and because of this logical and thoroughly explanation, you find yourself incredibly exasperated to open the terrace door.

this is usually the place where he accompanies you when you need to take some time to breathe or smoke (even though you abandoned that habit a while ago). it has a breathtaking view. as dusk descends, casting a soft glow upon the world, the scene transforms into a tapestry of mesmerizing beauty. sunlight dances playfully upon the windows of towering structures, painting them with hues reminiscent of stained glass, while distant clouds gather, adding depth to the canvas of the sky.

your favorite conversations with dazai take place in the orange dusk: laughter spills effortlessly into the air as the workday fades into memory, replaced by shared stories and witty banter that are usually accompanied by a small bottle of sake. yet, on evenings tinged with hues of purple, the atmosphere shifts; the air thickens with a sense of solemnity. each breath feels like a cool kiss upon fevered skin, a silent reward for surviving the tumult of the day. in these moments, silence reigns between you both, until weariness claims one, and usually, it's you who surrenders to the embrace of sleep.

"dazai?" you ask, searching for his figure in the place. you spot signs of your routine encounters: some soda cans left from your last meeting, which must have been just last week. there were also some plants he once bought while you were walking together. you remarked on their beauty, and he insisted they 'should receive the warmth of the sun and be accomplices in your next escapades' as he picked the flowers. it didn't last long until they died . the very next week, he appeared with the plastic version and stated, 'they are fine; it's too much of a bother to take care of living things anyway. besides, just don't leave a tortoise around them, and it will be okay.' while reminiscing, a voice wakes you up:

"the very same," he replies lightly, as you try to move towards the sound. he was lying on the ceiling that led to the entrance to the terrace, with his head resting in his hands, staring blankly at the sky. although you couldn't see much of his face, he seemed extremely tired. how long has it been since he slept properly? "what brings you here? don't tell me kunikida-san is missing me already."

"no, not him. i, uh, well," you cringe internally. how is it so difficult for a grown-up to say a full sentence without stuttering? "i've noticed your absence, and well, i'm not sure if i have the right to say this, so if this makes you uncomfortable somehow, do tell, but i… made you this," you say as he sits down. he looks rather perplexed and intrigued, and you are afraid you overstepped any boundaries as you hear him say.

"…what?" his tone is soft, and you're not even sure how you could hear him with how loudly your heart is beating.

"i've tried to prepare you a meal, but i'm aware that my culinary abilities are definitely… something… so do not feel compelled to eat all of this, especially if my cooking does not suit your taste. instead, see this as a reminder that it is important to eat correctly and, uh… i bought the lunch box because it has two crabs! funny, right? i think so. yeah," you ramble as you are met with silence. did he not enjoy it? his gaze was unsettling.

"here it is, do take care and have a… nice day?" you motioned for him to take the bento box from you as you placed the food next to his figure and left hurriedly without even waiting for his response.

taking a moment to scrutinize its contents, the aroma wafts tantalizingly to him, beckoning from afar. it's been an eternity since he savored a meal of such promise, he muses to himself.

"how interesting," he hums, reaching for the chopsticks neatly wrapped next to the food. as dazai unwraps them, he takes a bite of the meal and then glances up at the sky painted in shades of pink, the last remnants of sunlight casting a warm glow over the horizon. savoring another mouthful, he exhales contentedly, appreciating the serene beauty of the rosy sunset. smiling subtly, the man fondly touches the image of the two crabs playing volleyball on the lid of the bento box. "thank you for the meal," dazai murmurs, before returning his attention to his food.

HE IS PROTECTIVE OVER YOU

your well-being and safety are among his priorities. dazai, being who he is, obviously wouldn't explicitly show his intentions. and if he does, it would be in an exaggeratedly comical manner. his care is revealed through small gestures, like accompanying you in some field cases and ensuring that no great danger is lurking around you, changing your position on the street by your waist, brushing it off as he says that "it's easier for him to meet the serene lips of death if he's close to the street in case some merciful car fulfills his wishes," or by gently guiding you with his hands on your back as you pass through a crowded place. obviously, there are also occasions when his actions are expressed in a more expansive manner, such as:

the agency's thermostat broke and you're feeling cold? for some reason, after you head to the printer to retrieve some papers from the office and return to your desk, a cup of tea is resting right in the center of your table, which curiously happens to be your favorite flavor with the perfect amount of sweetness. sitting down to enjoy it more efficiently (and to avoid any possible spills on your files), before you can wonder how exactly this mysterious someone would know such personal details, you hear a familiar voice echoing behind you, where a comforting fragrance spreads through your nostrils emanating from the garment placed on your shoulder with a comfortable weight.

"my dearest bella, how dare you try to escape from this freezing world without me? no, no. you ought to be more serious! or was it your plan all along? if you truly desired my warm and affectionate embrace, all you had to do was ask nicely, and it would have been provided for you."

somehow, you forgot to check the weather forecast for the day and missed the fact that it was going to rain? worry not! that's actually the ideal situation for dazai to woo you as he accompanies you home.

''bella! heavens must have heard my pleadings for this moment, as they have granted me the pleasure of enjoying your company for a little longer. how disrespectful it would be to see you in this improper situation and leave you at the mercy of the weather… but you're in luck! as the incredible gentleman that i am, i shall accompany you to your destination. don't worry, i have the most effective tool against the rain, and look! there's enough space for both of us. i suggest, however, that you come a little closer – all your work would be wasted because of the rain, wouldn't it? it must be incredibly boring to have to redo your report because of the insensitive of the weather.''

HE ADMIRES YOU

the concept of admiration may manifest itself in numerous ways. it may be exhibited like icarus: who was passionately captivated by the brilliance and warmth of the sun, leading to his tragic downfall in the process of freeing himself, or like narcissus, who admired his own reflection with a profound magnetism responsible for allowing his obsession to flourish, ultimately leading to his tragic end. however selfish dazai assumes his actions may be and reveals himself to be, he admires you with an unfamiliar tenderness.

initially, dazai described the feeling your presence evoked in him as akin to the pressure of bandages encasing his skin. such an intense tightness, irrespective of its source, was markedly perceptible, serving as a signal that his blood circulation was indeed present and, to some extent, functional. due to the restrictive nature of this habit, dazai was able to sense his own heartbeat frequently, palpitating in various localizations providing him a suffocating reminder that he also exists. yet as time progressed since his previous analysis, the man noticed how misguided his initial assumption was.

the feelings you evoke in him are opposite to the ones reproduced with his bandages. they are however present in his daily life and despite inducing a certain pressure in his chest, are anesthetizing. it's even curious how each of your acts is capable of triggering a different reaction in him. your gaze, exchanged with clear surprise on your part – he presumes you didn't expect that upon meeting his gaze, you would discover he was also observing you. you definitely resemble a shrewd bunny, easily startled by abrupt movements. he smiles broader at this thought. your gaze elicits a more apparent heartbeat, one that takes him a good amount of time to control back to normal. his thoughts quickly race, trying to classify and analyze the motivation behind your charming behavior. all the certainty he had in the detailed construction of his image is slowly deconstructed by a mere gaze. your gaze.

"what, after all, do you see that arouses your fascination in me?" he ponders.

"oh, with your loving gaze, i succumb to the mortal sin of yearning for your attention. my, my, how insatiable you are. do you desire that i, too, provide you with the same?" dazai dramatizes.

among all your antics and delicate displays of care, his favorite one is, undoubtedly, your touch. even though the representative caress in the touch is not essentially an unknown idea to him, the feeling carried in the essence of such an action is an unfamiliar subject to the young man. how lovely it is to be able to feel your fingers tracing shapes on his face or to inhale your scent that wafts from your neck – a great choice of perfume, he thinks. it intrinsically represents how sweet your personality is, an angelic charm that dazai allows himself to be poisoned by more and more.

but unequivocally, his favorite moment beetween you both unfolds amidst the tranquil moonlit ambience of your shared room. to feel your breath gently grazing his skin, surrounded by your features bathed in the soft glow of the moon—a moment so full, so brimming with you, so vivid. perhaps this explains how he feels, like a celestial body illuminated by your glow, in an ecstasy provided only by another being—and if lucky enough, capable of reflecting the same brilliance that surrounds him.

taglist 𓏲𝄢 @lovedazai i hope this notif finds you well! srry by disturbing u in ur inbox tho and thank u soso much by your (in)direct encouragement for me to publish this! this means a lot to me \0/ )

[zzprompto]

☆ the truth unfolds

kunikida doppo x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: [name] was an undercover spy at the armed detective agency. eventually, his motives for becoming a detective at the agency soon unfold and everyone knows the truth. kunikida happens to be the most devistated.. (meant to be viewed as romantic)

the lowercase is intentional !

"how could you?!" kunikida yelled at you, furious by your actions. "i trusted you! i loved you!" he spat out, not being able to hold in his anger from you for any longer.

you happened to be an undercover spy at the armed detective agency. you worked for an underground organisation trying to get information about everyone and everything in the armed detective agency. you managed to get all of the information and you were about to give it to your boss, but it was too late.

the members of the agency found out using ranpo's ability. ranpo had his suspicions about you, but he decided to not say anything about you. then, a few months after you were accepted into the agency, ranpo decided to check up on you. you were exposed for being a liar, a fraud and a spy.

it was inevitable, of course. you knew about ranpo's 'ability' beforehand. people warned you about it, saying it's the greatest ability ever known to mankind or some other bullshit. yet, you were so naive. you still decided to go through with the job your boss gave you - infiltrate the armed detective agency and get all of the information you can. of course, you were found out.

you had grown close to practically all of the members of the agency. for the job, or your own satisfaction? nobody will know. however, you had gotten extremely close to the idealist - kunikida doppo.

you two spent practically every day together. whether it was on missions, working on reports or complaing about dazai - you two were together. the two of you were so close even that kunikida fell for you. he forgot about searching for an ideal woman because all he needed was you, his ideal man.

but of course, you were a spy and the word spread quick throughout the agency and kunikida found out.

"how could you?!" kunikida yelled at you, furious by your actions. "i trusted you! i loved you!" he spat out, not being able to hold in his anger from you for any longer.

you scoff as you hear kunikida's words. "why do you need to know about what i do with my life? you can go and play the good guy, but every good guy needs a bad guy to complete the story!" you yelled back of him. "i don't care if you trusted me or loved me, i don't feel the same! i never did." you lied, of course. you couldn't act vulnerable infront of kunikida. you couldn't tell h how you truly felt.

"you're not even a bad guy anymore." kunikida stands there with his fists clenched by his sides and his jaw tightened. he felt so heartbroken by what you did. he really though you were special, that maybe the two of you could've actually been something. "you're evil! horrible! despicable even! i can't believe you'd do something like that." he was still yelling at you, but this time tears were welling in his eyes and his voice was breaking.

"i really thought we had something, [name]. i thought that you felt the same as me.. but of course i was so naive and blinded by what i felt for you - love. compassion. two things you didn't have for any members of the agency. not a drop." tears were now flowing down kunikida's face. "i hate that i trusted you. i hate that i loved you." those were his last words to you.

all of the words kunikida said to you suddenly struck deep. you were in the wrong. you always were. yet, you also fell for him the same way he feels for you. but, you couldn't tell him that anymore. he hated you, along with the other members of the agency.

you chuckle slightly mockingly, realising the weight of your actions. "well.. i guess the truth unfolds eventually, doesn't it?"

☆ requests ▪︎ masterlist

☆ author's note: actually kind of happy with this

[frankenjoly]

"i've got us tickets for that concert/movies/exhibition you wanted to go to" + bram & aya

“I got us tickets for that concert you wanted to go to.” Bram said, and he had barely finished speaking when Aya replied with a big gasp.

“SAY WHAT.”

“Well, being awake in the middle of the night was definitely easier for me than it is for at least most humans, so I managed to make the purchase fairly quick.” The girl opened her mouth, then closed it, and after repeating the motion a couple of times more an actual response came.

“Didn’t doubt that, but I’m surprised you could handle buyin’ anythin’ online, lemme tell you.” Because it was her saying so, Bram merely chuckled.

“I could say I prevailed no matter the obstacles, and it would not be inaccurate, but also the full truth is I enlisted Kunikida-san for help. So, technically, this is a present from both of us since I couldn’t have done it without him.”

“Oh? So Kuni-chan will be comin’ with us?” Through the conversation, a distinct glimmer had started appearing on Aya’s face, which only became even more apparent as time passed. Even if it flickered briefly. “Wait, lemme guess. He’s busy as hell that day, as he usually is, so he’s gonna make it up to me some other time.” Bram offered her a nod as an affirmative answer. “And you know when and what it is.” He nodded again. “But you won’t tell me.” Then, with that, there came a third and final nod. “Oh, c’mon!”

“I solemnly promised to maintain it a secret, and I intend to keep my word to him, especially after he aided me.” He then smiled, softly. “Besides, what I can do is assure you it will be worth it. Trust me, my princess.”

“I do.” Now it was her time to nod, and shortly after a mischievous smile appeared in Aya’s face. “That doesn’t mean I won’t try to get some hints from Kuni-chan himself, though.”

“Neither can I prevent you from d

oing so.”

(Also on ao3.)

[judasgot-it]

Confession; Part 2 (Kunikida or Dazai)

Part two of my recent request, I'm gonna try and make it make sense. Also, I know y'all want a part 2 for Dazai, but I like Kunikida, and I feel horrible for doing him so dirty </3 (i feel like it might lowkey be ass tho idk how to characterize kunikida in a romantic sense he's so hard?) SO I made two different endings for them <3

Tagging @babyg1rldazai since they requested this love u so much I hope I delivered IDK

Anyway, I hope this quells y'alls hunger

Kunikida

"I'm sorry Kunikida."

Currently, the two of you were in... you wanted to say 'a bit of a pickle' but that didn't really help with what you were feeling. More like 'fucked in the ass' was a better to phrase it.

Wet, cold, and you personally were rather disappointed. A rather fucked situation. Especially for a first date.

"This is just fine."

The man next to you was staring at the downpour calmly. It had forced the two of you into a small part of a shopping center, hiding underneath a large umbrella. It wasn't doing either of you good though - your clothes were drenched, and you could see Kunikida's hair dripping with the cold rain.

"We probably lost our reservation by now. Sorry, this is my fault. If I got ready on time then this wouldn't be such a mess."

You had to apologize, make it up somehow. Seriously, this situation wasn't what either of you wanted. You could see that his outfit was ruined - he definitely ironed it just for this occasion, and it was his nice "going out suit" that he saved for these types of things too.

It was awful that it was ruined because of you.

"You can't predict this kind of weather. There wasn't anything on the radar about it. Besides, you can just come over and I'll make you something there."

Kunikida had taken off his outer layer, trying to wring out his sleeves. His hands were diligent with the work, starting out big and then carefully wringing out smaller and smaller sections of the cloth. You could see the wrinkles that were forming, even if it was a rather thick fabric.

"This just. Doesn't feel perfect, especially for a first date. I was hoping it would be...more picturesque."

You were playing with your wet shirt collar, musing around with the button. This date already seemed to be full of flaws.

"I was hoping for it to be perfect, you know? That's something you always talk about."

Voicing that outloud seemed to make the rain silent. It was pouring down heavily on the umbrella that the two of you hid underneath, but it was drowned out by the silence you were both now sunk under.

Kunikida looked up from his jacket, staring out into the rain. Maybe it was the wrong thing to say?

He took a breath in. A long one, where you could tell he was counting the seconds. 3 in, hold, and 3 out.

You tried to follow along, but it didn't really help with the anxiety you were feeling at the moment. Those seconds were feeling like near hours as you watched him breathe them in, hold, and out.

"I don't expect things to be perfect. Truth is I don't want them to be. I have an ideal, but that's all it is; an ideal."

Finally, he turned to you. His blond bangs were wet, sticking to his forehead. His glasses were dropping down his nose, foggy and so wet you doubt he could see out of them if he tried. If he wasn't saying something you wanted to hear, he would probably look like a madman of sorts.

"There is no 'perfect romance', and there is no 'falling in love' because in the end - in the end, it's all made up. You can only choose someone."

"So did you want to choose me?"

He nodded, smiling. You reached out, taking his glasses and hopelessly trying to clean the lenses with whatever dry part of your shirt you could find.

"I was hoping maybe we both chose each other. In my ideal, that's how love works."

You looked up at him. He was shifting about nervously, smiling wide. His eyes were focused downward, focusing on your fingers as they tried to clean his lenses. It reminded you of a little boy for a moment, either impatient or nervous - a small line between the two.

Silently, you handed them back, although you could still see smudges from your fingerprints.

Kunikida didn't seem to mind at all, as he wiped away at his face and placed them back onto his nose, his lenses fogging back up again anyway. His smile didn't fade any less, even as he looked back up at you from his clouded lenses.

You smiled back, crooked and imperfect.

"So um."

He shook his head, droplets across the two of you. He visibly cringed, although you couldn't help but let out a large smile at the action.

It was only because of him, you were sure of it. No other man could make acting like a dog so endearing.

"Do you want to come over? I promise it's only just dinner, since we did lose our reservations and all. I'm a good cook and I have a clean kitchen, and I promise to bring you home when you want to, you said around 10 right?"

He was rambling, his hands playing with the coat now wrapped around his arm. You reached out, forced to stop him. Kunikida could go on for far longer if you didn't - he was nervous, and he would probably recite the entire Wikipedia to you if you didn't stop his nerves.

"Yes. I'd love that. I'd love for you to make dinner for us. Maybe we can also watch a movie together, since we have tomorrow off."

You grabbed the coat on his arm, shaking it out. Some of the pockets sagged heavier than the others as you shook it, making you more careful with the article of clothing as it sat heavily in your hands.

"Hey! Hey, what are you doing?"

He reached out nervously, not sure what to do. His hand was stuck in the air, stuck between grabbing you and taking his coat back.

"We don't have an umbrella, and we need something at least a little romantic to happen tonight on our first date."

Your plan was near flawless in your mind. The rain was already making the most perfect score play in your head, and you were already so close and shivering, like sad kittens in a cardboard box. It was the perfect moment to pretend to be in a movie.

Kunikida grabbed one of your hands, his other hand searching through the coats inner pockets.

"Just- just wait a second."

He stepped closer towards you. Faintly, you could smell his perfume. Woody and earthy, but clean like cotton.

"I left this in there."

When he pulled his hand away, you saw he pulled away his notebook.

"Hopefully it's not wet. Your jacket is almost completely soaked."

Kunikida sighed. He flipped the notebook in his hands, the pages only slightly wet.

"I'll live. This notebook can survive worse."

"What about your ideals? Wouldn't you be mad if they're gone?"

"Well-"

Kunikida tucked the notebook into the waistband of his pants, the green awkwardly sticking out against the black ensemble of his outfit. It was a practical placement at the moment, although most certainly not comfortable or fashionable.

"I can just write them again. The most important thing is that I know them, even if I lose my hands."

You smiled, lifting the coat over the both of you. You stretched your arms over his back, trying to place the coat over his head. He grabbed one end, pulling it above the two of you. It wouldn't do too much to stop the downpour, but it was better than nothing.

"That's kind of dark coming from you."

"Is it?"

Kunikida moved his body closer to yours, resting his arm around your shoulders. It was an awkward movement, although as you leaned in against his clammy body, you felt comfortable. Your shivering was quelled, if only slightly.

"Yes. But I like that. I like all of you."

You were glad your position made it hard for him to see your face. Even if you were cold, your face was hot at admitting that part out loud.

"We should go before the rain picks up again. Don't worry, I promise the walk won't be long."

The thick coat above your heads only blocked out little of the rain, but you felt warmer than you should as you were drenched once again in the downpour.

Dazai

Your date with Kunikida wasn't what you were expecting at all.

It was technically perfect, in all aspects. You had worn the perfect outfit, as did he. The restaurant was amazing, and the food was splendid. The service was perfect.

The candlelight dinner was romantic in movies and on TV. But by the end, the two of you seemed to come to the same conclusion - there wasn't any sort of romance between the two of you.

He was technically the perfect guy. You were technically his perfect person too, but there was something missing. Kunikida had recommended an adrenaline-filled activity to spark romance he had seen in an article, but it didn't seem worth it.

You two were work colleagues. All you could talk about was work. Nothing else but that.

Better to not make it awkward, just keep it a funny story to save for later.

Which left you at a park, with nothing. No big romance, no life-changing event. Just loneliness.

How isolating.

The sunset was the only one keeping you company in the moment. Although it was more like dusk at the moment, and you could see more and more people going home. You should probably do that as well.

Although you would really just rather mope. If only for a little bit. Stew and brood in your thoughts for a while.

"I take it the date didn't go so well, huh?"

You lazily turned to look next to you, seeing the usual demon creature that crawled around your workplace.

"We're just work colleagues I guess. No hard feelings, but it's just a little disappointing."

You shrugged your shoulders slightly, bowing your head.

Dazai's voice should have said something annoying in response like he usually would; what you instead found, was his hand comforting you, squeezing your own.

He was completely silent, and instead of his usual cold stares, he felt rather warm. Welcoming. Very different from his usual character.

"Can I be honest with you, Dazai?"

The sun was nowhere to be seen at this point. The sky was a baby blue and the clouds were all a beautiful pink; it was captivating, even if it only lasted for a moment.

"I wouldn't be here now if I wasn't going to listen to you. Otherwise, I'd probably be at the bar right now."

"That sounds like a good idea, better to be drunk than to think."

"Do you want to do that? I have some liquor on me right now."

He let go of your hand, reaching into the inside of his jacket. He pulled out a small, cheap bottle of alcohol - some whiskey he probably bought from a corner store. You were 100% sure it tasted like shit, but you weren't going to reject the offer.

You took the bottle from his hand, your fingers making contact with his. It wasn't worth thinking about, but the touch lingered for a little too long in your mind.

Scrunching your face at the smell, you leaned back as you took a shot, swallowing as quick as you could. It was barely anything, but the burn to your throat was already making your body cry a little.

Quickly, you shoved the bottle towards him, careful not to drop it. Your hand was on his chest but you were trying to forget the burn in your throat - it was as if you were on fire all over now. Dazai laughed at your struggles, taking the bottle from your hands and easily taking down what was probably more than 2 shots, his face telling little of his reaction.

He must have done this a thousand times already.

"That tastes like shit."

"It's alcohol."

"Ok. It's still shit."

The demon of a man just laughed. He was rather close to you, as you could see how little the laugh actually reverberated in his body. It seemed stuck in his Adam's apple, like he was choking but didn't care.

"You were going to say something before this, but I interrupted. Do you still want to share?"

Leaning back and closing your eyes, you took as deep of a breath as you could. You felt it tickle your throat, so you forced your body to relax a little in your seat.

"I'm not sure it's really important. Honestly, I'm probably just feeling emotional or what have you."

"Did Kunikida really do that to you? Didn't think he had that big of a pull game."

You sat up, staring wide-eyed at him. He loved that you were at least offended at the notion. It meant something to him, enough to make him smile a little toothy grin.

"No! It's not like that at all, get your mind out of the gutter. Seriously, we really are just coworkers."

Dazai didn't say anything to that, he simply leaned against the bench, resting his arm around the back and taking another swing of his drink. He was waiting, oh so patiently, for you to start to crack.

"It's kind of stupid..."

Hesitating, you relaxed your legs, spreading them out in front of you. You avoided scuffing your nice shoes but you could still see some dirt on them from having spent the night out. It was unavoidable sometimes, being dirty.

A small silence hung over the both of you. For you, it felt like a small forever, although for him it was probably nothing. He was downright unreadable, relaxed but with eyes like a predator. Happy that he was here, in the moment.

"I don't know if I'm capable of falling in love. Or maybe I'm just a terrible person to love. Anytime I try, it feels like it falls apart because I did something wrong that I don't even know about."

There were crickets somewhere, that were beginning to sing their night song. It was soothing for the moment, as it was one of the few sounds as night was falling upon the two of you.

The whiskey was slid back to you, hitting your thigh. Dazai stood up, hands in his pockets. He never slid his eyes away from you, staring you down as if you were an unsolvable Rubix cube.

Quietly, you took another drink, cringing at the taste. You kept your own eyes on him, rather observing his face than keeping up with his inane staring contest. You watched his hair blow in the slight breeze, his lips twitch slightly, and the countless imperfections in his skin.

He was a lot more interesting to look at than you'd thought.

"Personally Y/n, I don't think you're a bad person. Not to fall in love, anyway. I've met far worse, and I can say for certain that you don't even top the list."

He had a small smile, one that truly reached his eyes. It was one of his rare ones, the kind that you saw when he was passing by bookstores and talking about certain people in his life that he never wanted to name. It felt special that he gifted one of those to you, in an intimate moment like this.

"Are you inferring that you're near the top of that list?"

You finally stood up, giving a moment for your body to adjust to standing. The bench was your friend for a little too long, leaving your legs to feel like pins and needles.

"I would say so. Do you want to test that? I know a good bar around here, although I probably wouldn't recommend drinking so much since you just ate."

"How'd you know that I had dinner?"

Dazai gave a cat-like grin as took the whiskey bottle from your hand, putting it back into his coat. It was almost empty, but no point in questioning him.

"Kunikida would try to do something perfect for you. You would expect that, and he has it written in his book."

Reaching for your hand, he pulled you along, taking you to wherever he had decided. Foolishly you let him do as he pleased. An excited and lazy smile pulled along your face.

"I'll bet that you're perfectly fine to fall in love with Dazai. If you think I am, at least."

You followed his footsteps perfectly, your shadows intertwined with one another from the dim streetlights.

sorry that this took so long LOL. also im gonna write another part to this cause someone requested it but like ALT, idk when that will be posted tho cause I have summer classes cause im a dummy dum :(

[gettinshiggywithit]

Can you do a fukuzawa, ranpo, kunikida, dazai, chuuya, (you can add more if you want :) except the kids though) x stalker reader (I'd like it to be slightly suggestive)

!The BSD Boys X A Stalker!Reader!

Scenario:- how I think the bsd boys would react to having a stalker (reader is a bit yandere-y and creepy?)

Pairing(s):- dazai x gn!reader | chuuya x gn!reader | ranpo x gn!reader | kunikida x gn!reader

Genre:- im not really sure...

Type:- headcanons

A/N:-Hi there! SO I know you said u wanted it to be suggestive,but truth be told I don’t really see them taking it lightly enough for it to become suggestive… Now I know that not all writers on here will think that but I try to make my interpretations of how they would react in certain situations as accurate as possible.so I truly would like to apologize in advance for it not being what you expected/wanted🤕. @thesimpupthesky id love to hear ur feedback even if it isn’t necessarily positive 😓!

Disclaimer:- There’s nothing even remotely romantic about this.#prepare for blatant rejection and uncomfortable scenarios if you wanna go forward

->Dazai

Honestly he found it amusing,how you sent letters and little things and he found it even more amusing how you thought he wouldn’t know who you were.

Dazai was a man of many talents and finding out information he wanted and needed was one of them.

So he decided he’d give you the chance to talk to him,or rather for him to talk to you.

The next day dazai left the agency building for a little walk,knowing full well you’d follow him.

Once he was about to pass an alley,he turned into it instead of just going straight.

This confused you.

You’d been studying his routes and his schedules and the only thing he visited around here other than the café was the convenience store that always seemed to have a deal on bandages,and even that was a few blocks away.

Nevertheless,you followed him into the alley,maybe you could talk to him? Finally hear his voice speaking to you..

But when you turned the corner the alley was empty

You walked in and looked around,how could he have vanished??

Just as you were about to give up and leave you felt someone’s presence behind you.

you turned around you were met with the object of your admirations.

The man himself

Osamu dazai

And suddenly you were nervous…

No words came out of your mouth when you tried to speak,so he decided to fill the awkward silence himself.

“so you’re the one who’s been stalking me,” he said with a  laugh. “I was honestly hoping for a more challenging opponent”

This snapped you out of your trance.

“opponent? I-I don’t want to be your opponent…”

“what do you want to be then?”he asked,the look in his eyes showed he knew the answer.

“i…I wanna be your partner;as in,in a romantic sense”

“so you want to date me? Well im sorry to disappoint,but im not interested”

“but-”you began and were immediately cut off

“I’d like to be with someone who would be willing to commit double suicide with me,and im guessing that you aren’t hmm?”

“i-”

“mhmm,”he said turning around to leave the alley,  “that’s what I thought”

“but I love you!”

He turned back to look at you before leaving the alley, “how tragic”

And with that he was gone

->Chuuya

Honestly it really pissed him off.

Everyday,his mail was filled with letters and little knick knacks you’d sent him and it was getting really really annoying,because you’d had the brilliant idea of making your letters look like official ones he actually needed to open.

He’d gotten pretty good at telling when it was one of your bs ones or his actual mail now.but he’d always end up goin thru the ones he’d sorted out too.

He couldnt risk missing anything important.

And while it did make Chuuya’s life a living hell,he didn’t think you were worth engaging.so he suffered in silence.

That is,until he received a rather unsavoury package.

“Unsavoury how op?”You must be asking!

Well lets say he knew it was a bs letter when he saw the package alone.

Because it was wet.

He grabbed a paper towel and used it to toss the package aside,looking through his actual letter pile to make sure nothing important had been soiled as a result of your annoying-ass shite.

Thankfully nothing had been ruined but when he had finished work that day,his curiosity got the best of him and he put on a pair of disposable gloves to open the package (AINT NO WAY IN HELL HES TOUCHIN THAT SHIT WITH HIS ACTUAL GLOVES! NAH UH!)

When he opened the envelope a set of undergarments fell out,and they were...nope he wasn’t gonna finish that thought!

This was the final straw!

This had gone on long enough and he was fed up.

Chuuya used the mafia’s resources and was able to find someone who could find out who tf you were

Once he had his answer he looked at your address and thought he’d give you about as much of a surprise you had him.

He picked open your lock and stood by your window all the photos and pictures of him you had tacked around, making his skin crawl.

just as you were coming in through the door you noticed a figure by your window and squeaked out loud in shock,dropping your bags.

“You-you’re-”

“The person you’ve been fkin inconveniencing,yeah” he said,taking a purposeful step towards you.

You took a step back,this wasnt how you’d envisioned your meeting! He wasn’t supposed to be mad...why was he mad??

“Inconvenience? I never meant to inconvenience you!” You squeaked out.

Chuuya didn’t even try to hide his disdain at that.but he also wanted to get out of there asap!

He looked you directly in the eye and said in the most intimidating voice you’d ever heard, “either you leave me the fxck alone,or ill send my subordinates to take out the trash.”

You were so shook by this that you fell over backwards and he took that as his cue to leave.

He held onto his hat and ducked back through the window.

this snapped you out of your train wreck of thoughts.

You reached out to him and shouted,clear as day and loud enough to be heard, “BUT I LOVE YOU!”

He looked back at you and the disgust that came over his sharp features managed to distort them in a surprisingly unattractive way

“Not my fuxkin problem!”

And with that he disappeared and your entire reality came crashing down as the fog cleared and you realised just what had happened.

->Ranpo

“Ooh mail!” He said as he went through the pile kunikida had brought up for him.

But nope. None of the snacks he’d ordered had come yet. And he knew better than to eat mystery candy from strangers,his dad boss fukuzawa had taught him better.

This was the fourth day too...

Ack he was sick of this!

Ranpo quickly deduced your location and asked dazai to take care of it.

He knew dazai’s past from the mafia and he really wasn’t bothered to go himself.

But he also knew dazai wouldn’t do anything unnecessary,so he was the perfect choice!

When dazai came back ranpo asked him how it went

“Oh,nothing special,just some poor soul stuck in a delusion”

To which ranpo nodded,commenting that it was finally over.

“Yeah about that,they said they loved you...sounded pretty convinced you loved em too.”

Ranpo knew this,but he asked dazai what his response had been nevertheless.

“Ah,” said Dazai, falling into the chair next to ranpo’s.

“I just told them that you had better things to do and better people to spend your time with.”

“ a bit harsh?”

“Mhm,but you know there wasnt any other way.”

Ranpo nodded once again and went back to his snack and cartoon.

The next days came and went and ranpo finally had his regular mail on schedule.

Now his pile was of boxes of sweet drinks,snacks and even more delights!

->Kunikida

This entire ordeal irked kunikida to his core

It neither made sense according to his ideals,nor did it make sense in general

Furthermore your letters and packages were becoming a nuisance

He had to end it.

Kunikida asked katai to find your location and when it was handed to him he took it and left.

Thirty minutes was all he allocated for this entire situation ,and he aimed to end it within his pre-set time frame.

He knocked on your door and when you answered it,you were obviously taken aback!

You struggled to find words so he filled in the silence.time was ticking after all...

“Good day,y/n. Im sure you know who i am but im here to tell you that i am not interested in you.you fail to meet all the criteria to fit into my spousal plan project and you have shown a severe lack of honorable ideals.therefore i would like you to leave me alone and allocate your time more constructively.thank you and good day.”

He bowed and turned to leave but you gripped his arm and with determination dripping from your every word said, “but i love you! We’re meant to be!”

He sharply shook off your hand and barely even looked at you as he said, “i wholeheartedly disagree.take care and goodbye.”

And then he left without even sparing you a glance.

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[chuuyaspinkmotorcycle16]

Day 7: Alcohol of @/Black00Cat’s (twt) SKKtober

Dazai knows the phases of Chuuya’s alcohol intake (see: Book 7 of Dazai Osamu’s Grievances against Nakahara Chuuya) like the back of his hand.

Can picture them so clearly that it’s a movie playing in his head, each detail highlighted in his mind’s eye.

And yet he never imagined a scenario like this in all his daydreams of how to kill Chuuya.

No, no, it seems Chuuya has accepted Dazai’s proposal of double suicide in the worst way possible.

The slug? On his unknown number of glasses of wine, absolutely plastered. And Dazai? He’s feeling his soul leave his body thanks to Chuuya, who has decided his preferred seat for the evening is Dazai’s lap.

The worst part? They’re out with their coworkers, a celebration for another joint mission done well. Woohoo…

“Chibi,” Dazai hisses into Chuuya’s ear for the nth time. He’s tried pushing his dog off — did not work, earned a punch — he’s tried squeezing Chuuya enough to annoy him — did not work, the brat got even more comfortable — and now he’s been pestering him to gain his attention.

Which, for the record, has not been working, much to Dazai’s, and everyone else’s, unfortunately growing horror.

Chuuya continues to blab to Yosano and Ranpo, the only ones not in a state of shock throughout this, giving them a plethora of gossip to talk (and tease) about later.

“How much did you let him drink?” Kouyou glares at Dazai, tone telling Dazai all he needs to know about how fucked he is for this.

“Me? Ane-san’s the one that usually stops him,” Dazai argues back. He steels himself as Chuuya shifts around before deciding his shoulder is the perfect pillow. Dazai’s just praying he’ll knock out soon.

Distantly, he registers Yosano and Ranpo whispering to each other but the threat of Kouyou takes his foremost attention.

She opens her mouth to say something, likely a threat in the form of death by sword, but Atsushi speaks up, voice hesitant.

“I mean, at least he’s not hurting anyone.”

Dazai rounds on Atsushi, mouthing ‘Me! He’s hurting me!’ — specifically his pride — at the boy.

Atsushi, the traitor, merely shrugs.

Dazai’s movement from earlier had roused Chuuya off his upper body, and soon a weak punch is thrown at his shoulder with a growl.

Drastic times call for drastic measures.

Dazai never wanted it to really come to this but—

“Akutagawa-kun~” He throws his most charming (read: threatening) smile at the man.

Beside the raven-haired, Atsushi gets ready to tell Dazai off but a quiet ‘ahem’ draws his attention.

Akutagawa, with a glance at Chuuya, meets Dazai’s eyes to deliver “Unlike you, Dazai-san, I do value my life,” sealing the brunet’s fate.

All Dazai can do in his shock is mutter, “You’ve been hanging out with Atsushi-kun too much.”

Dazai chooses to ignore Atsushi’s protest of “Isn’t that our assignment?”, instead turning his attention to Kunikida—

who gives him the most adamant death stare with a shake of a head he’s ever gotten from the man.

Lovely.

“Yosano-sen—“

“The night’s still young! What do you guys say to a game~?” The doctor asks, the glint in her eye telling Dazai he is truly fucked.

“Mr. Fancy Hat~! Truth or dare?” And there’s no chance to even bribe Ranpo to help Dazai out before Chuuya is sitting up straight, determined to overcome his

“Dare.”

Maybe Dazai’s had too many to drink too because he’s unable to control his heartbeat in this moment.

“Kiss him.” Ranpo smirks.

Dazai isn’t able to protest with who exactly “him” is before lips are all over his, the taste of wine taking over all of his taste buds.

Thinking back on this night, he vaguely heard hollers and hoots and laughs. Presently, though, all he can hear is his heart in his ears as red hair takes over his vision.

He’s sure his face is red — and he really hopes he can blame it on the alcohol.

He can’t pull away — Chuuya’s making sure of that with the vice grip he has on his shoulders — and he can’t lean into it because these are his coworkers, for crying out loud.

As the need for air nears, some divine being out there must take pity on Dazai.

Chuuya pops off with a lick of his lips — that Dazai can’t help but stare at — and promptly passes out.

Dazai catches him from falling off without thinking. And before he can stop himself, he hisses out, “You’re so fucking dumb!”

The only reason he braves looking up is the stash of money that crosses the corner of his vision.

“I hate all of you.” He glares as he watches their bets pass around, Yosano and Ranpo the clear victors.

“No, you don’t,” Yosano replies back with a wink as she counts her earnings.

/No, I don’t,/ Dazai can’t help himself from thinking as his eyes wander back down to the sleeping beauty in his arms, completely out as he probably dreams about dogs, bringing a smile to Dazai’s face, even if drool is already threatening to drip onto his shoulder.

God, Dazai really is pathetically down-bad, isn’t he?

[starlightshadowsworld]

Bsd beast except the end is the beginning.

When Dazai individually met up with Akutugawa and Atsushi 4 and a half years ago. He tells them the truth of this world and the book.

And cheerfully tells them you heard everything? Good because if you dare tell anyone, we will all die.

Akutagawa calls him a liar and Dazai says oh? Shall I go tell your dear sister than? And Akutugawa realises this is the truth.

Dazai gives them both an option. Either they can go with him to his organisation or join another in 4 and a half years.

Akutagawa chooses the latter, which Dazai reveals is the Detective Agency. While Atsushi chooses to join him. Dazai saw this all coming but acts suprised anyway.

He tells them there's one other person who knows but doesn't tell them who. And that they'll meet some day and know. Because he's cryptic like that.

Well, Dazai lied about one thing. See he didn't actually tell Atsushi at the time they met unlike with Akutugawa.

Instead Dazai tells Atsushi everything, after training him and turning him into the Port Mafia's White Reaper. Atsushi finds it insane but believes him, because of course he does.

Dazai gives him one last order, to protect this world from the shadows. And... Well you saw the ending of Beast... Because only 2 can know the truth.

Atsushi witnesses it all.

Chuuya becomes the new Port Mafia Boss and Atsushi becomes his second hand. He tells Chuuya what he can.

Chuuya is bitter, angry and hurt, he knows whatever this was Dazai planned it. He doesn't know why Atsushi can't tell him, but accepts there's a good reason for it.

However, with Dazai's death Yokohama is plunged into darkness. The Port Mafia will slowly transform over the years to protect the city from the shadows. But those first few years after his death, are not easy for anyone.

4 and a half years later, Ryuunosuke Akutugawa joins the Armed Detective Agency, becoming a detective while Gin becomes a clerk.

One day at cafe Uzamaki, Atsushi heads go get some coffee in his civilian disguise.

And by chance he meets Akutugawa. The two becomd close, meeting regularly though Akutugawa doesn't know Atsushi's a part of the Port Mafia until he tells his friends.

And gets the "You've been having coffee dates with the White Reaper?!" From Kunikida.

Akutagawa reveals this to Atsushi excepting a fight but Atsushi admits to it. Akutugawa says why get to know me than? Why do this and Atsushi reveals he knows that Akutugawa is the one he's searching for.

Dazai told him before he jumped. Saying it was the least he could do.

Atsushi proves it and Akutugawa realises oh... Oh.

They end up continuing the meet ups, because they've genuinely become friends and know they need to work together to save the world.

Chuuya notices, puts it together they're the new Soukoko and decides that maybe it's time for the Port Mafia and the Agency to come together.

And strike an alliance.

[ramne7]

First Meeting with Atsushi, Dazai, Chuuya and Ranpo (Part 1)

Soon: Kunikida, Akutagawa, and Ango (Part 2)

killing, explosion, stalking, mention of suicide, foul words, f!reader, fluff scenario

ngl you gotta be so fuckin' unlucky to meet them out of all the ppl u could've meet 💀

ps. this post and the next, next(2nd meeting) r connected obv, so some details will be kind of confusing

AtSUSHI

I'm walking up to one of the stores to buy something. I got in and picked up all the things I needed. There weren't a lot of people inside, but for some reason the moment I stepped inside I felt something is amiss and usually my gut feelings never gets wrong, so I'm confident that something is wrong and I've been trying to observe the surrounding—

“GET DOWN!” I shouted as loud as I can when I saw blinking in the upper corner of the store— just beside the CCTV camera and just like my hunch...

“AH!” A civilian screamed in shock. Something in that corner made an explosion, fortunately people who were left were already running out of the store before it exploded 1/3 of the store.

2 men came running towards the store, they introduced themselves as the Armed Detective Agency with their IDs. Though, to be honest I couldn't care less...

“Can you tell us what happened?” The boy with the er... unique? haircut asked.

“Boi, you have pretty uneven bangs”

“Oh? You thought so too” The boy wasn't offended but looks like he hears this on a daily basis. Though, I shouldn't have pointed that out.

“Oh, sorry I shouldn't have said that. Well, the CCTV camera is still working, it caught exactly what happened, it'd be better to ask the footage instead” They seemed confused.

“I made sure it wouldn't be damaged during the explosion, so that I wouldn't need to be interviewed” They said their appreciations and I said my goodbyes before going out.

OsaMUAH (DUHzai)

“Tell me... What do you know about that guy you're staring at?”

“Fuckin- Can you not talk to strangers such as me??” I got jumpscared by a guy who looked like a mummy... But hot though— priorities, anyways he's been following the guy who I have also been following, since he's the guy in my mission.

“You're with Ango aren't you” He wasn't even asking, that's a statement.

“And you're with ADA” I sighed my most tired one as this one seemed to be the most troublesome according to all the things I've heard about his glorious reputation before and after him joining the peaceful side.

“Look, you're prolly in a mission too about that guy, but my mission here is to gather informations about him, since he's one of our suspect so...” I observed his facial expression and ngl I enjoyed it more than I should've have.

“If you can exchange infos with me, I can let go of that guy for today and forget you ever followed that guy” I assumed he's also on a private matter with that guy and it seemed to be an important one considering it's only him investigating this.

“Hmm~” He gestured a thinking position. He looked at me again after 2 seconds.

“Commit a double suicide with me then it's a deal” Can I punch his pretty face?

“You can die alone” I retorted.

“Such harsh words from someone who's been enjoying herself while looking at my pretty face” I raised my eyebrow and made a disgusted face as a first response to that truthful claim.

“Fine” Was my second response.

ChūyUH

I walked in the elevator and pressed a floor. The elevator opened and I proceeded to go to our agency. Just as I was halfway of opening the door Kunikida spoke;

“Good morning, Y/N. Good timing I have work for you” I gave him my 'really?' face.

“It's not so 'good' morning anymore” I sighed before approaching Ranpo with his requested snacks, Ranpo hugged the paper bag full of calories.

“C'mon, it's just an errand, no serious cases” Supposedly easy tasks are always the dangerous ones and Atsushi can vouch me on that one.

“Yeah, sure” I strolled my way out off the building and walked my way to the location.

I'm supposed to meet a double agent who'll be delivering an important envelope to the agency by the request of the Special Division.

An 'errand' so to say.

I spotted a guy that matches the too detailed description of the double agent, so I started approaching him before a bullet head shot him. I wandered my eyes to locate the culprit and spotted the mafioso.

“Why kill him?” I asked since that guy wasn't even in the Port Mafia.

“Well, it was a request offered with a great sum of reward. Sorry to take your double agent” The last sentence was said sarcastically. He approached the now dead guy and tried looking for something.

“Looking for this?” I smirked while raising my hand with the envelope.

“How—” He tried to get it from me when I suddenly burned the envelope.

“Too bad, it's on Kunikida's table now” I can teleport any matter that I'm currently touching to places I've been.

“You could've saved that double agent if you wanted to, why didn't you?” He asked annoyingly.

“It wasn't in my task”

RUNpo

I spotted the crime scene I'm assigned with. I also spotted the infamous member of ADA. I walked my way closer to the detective.

“I'm from the Special Division, Y/N. I'm only here to collect a certain evidence” He's circling around the dead body like he's looking for something on the body.

“This case is under our agency. You'll have to wait until I close this case” He replied. I sighed mentally as I was hoping to finish this task as quickly as i can.

I waited at a nearby café, since I'm not about to stand under the burning sun for a long period of time.

8 minutes later I ate some of my words.

“You're already done??” I asked the agent who's now in front of me.

“Yeah. Is this the evidence you needed” He handed me the victim's phone.

“Thanks? How'd you know?”

“Buy me those cookies first” I was informed of his obsession to sweets and his amazing deduction skills, but I wasn't expecting him to solve it in less than 10 minutes.

He hugged the paper bag full of sweet pastries.

“You're under the Special Division-Tech. The victim had no other useful belonging with her in the crime scene other than her phone and wallet, you're not wearing any gloves and you chose to not watch over the crime scene in case the evidences get touched or go missing, so you're not here to collect any DNA nor did you need the contents inside the wallet. The phone gave away your position as a tech” He explained before walking away.