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Request: Hello! I really liked your Happy Death Day posts and I've wanted more of them so I have two request with that concept. 1) Happy Death Day with dazai, ranpo, fyodor, atsushi, akutagawa, chuyaa (and if you have read the manga) teruko, saigiku, tetchou, sigma. if you haven't read the manga then you can write for the first 6 mentioned with gin, kenji, yosano, and kunikida instead.

I did Dazai and Chuuya already in another post with this concept so I took a few other characters you suggested in here to still give you 10 characters. Also, don’t worry, the fourth season has by now aired so everyone knows those characters now. Those are longer than my usual Happy Death Day Hc's which is because I watched the newest season whilst writing those Hc's and felt inspired.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive relationship, obsession, stalking, clinginess, paranoia, delusion, manipulation, violence, abduction, isolation, sadism, death, suicidal thoughts

Happy Death Day

Nakajima Atsushi

🐅Messages that are left unread despite the hours just ticking by are the reason for Atsushi to dash to your place, sweaty hands holding the phone close to his chest as he can't help but glance at the screen every few seconds. You've never left him ignored like this for more than an hour, and that only if it's an emergency since you know how terribly anxious and paranoid your boyfriend is. When he stands in front of your apartment, his anxiety suddenly spikes and causes a sharp pain in his abdomen as he realizes something. The door is open. He drops his phone as his vision zooms in on the door left open, anything else blurring out as he hears his own ragged breath and his heartbeat threatening to break his rips from the intensity it starts to hit his chest. The door is nearly ripped out of it's hinges as Atsushi storms to your place, voice cracking and shaking as he shouts your name. When a rotten, metallic scent suddenly invades his nostrils, everything stops for a short moment, even his heart as only dread and horror seems to exist inside of him for a moment.

🐅The door to the kitchen is behind him and from the breeze caressing his back he knows that the door is wide open. The source of the scent is right behind him but Atsushi is paralyzed, can only stand there frozen as shudders and trembles run through his whole body. A part of him fears to see what's behind him, fears to face the ugly truth. Seconds feel like eternities as he just stands there, his chest tightening and stinging as Atsushi starts hyperventilate. Yet no matter how rapidly he suddenly gasps for air, he feels like he's suffocating as tears start dwelling up inside his eyes and soon after cascade down his cheeks. When he finally gains the last bit of desperate courage he can, he slowly turns around, even if his body is refusing out of sheer terror to see. The door is wide open and in the middle of the kitchen, surrounded from a puddle of blood, lies his darling, a knife still embedded in their stomach. This sight is the final stab for him. He goes down on his knees, stomach twisting and revolting as he gags everything up he's consumed today.

🐅After the painful process of gagging and choking on his own vomit, Atsushi lets out a scream, one more reminiscent of a wounded animal than an actual human. His chest hurts, his heart hurts, every breath hurts as the tremor worsens. Something inside of him erupts as his blood starts boiling, his vision darkening in front of his own eyes as something just takes over. Something that wants to hurt, to kill, to take revenge for destroying the only good thing in his life. Atsushi doesn't remember much after, he only recalls waking up from the weird state of not being here next to your corpse, the whole room and furniture in shambles. A fresh set of tears rolls out as he crawls closer to you, not caring how he stains his clothes and skin in your cold blood as he just puts his head against your chest and clings onto your dead body in utter distraught and helplessness like a newborn and cries and cries for hours on end. You can't leave him like this! He can't do this without you! Eventually one thought takes over his mind more than anything. He just wants to die now that you've left him.

🐅You all but leap out of your sheets when you're woken up by a painful kick in your side and a gruesome cry that blows away all of the sleepiness you might have left although you doubt it with the nightmare you just had. You turn shocked to the other side of the bed as you see Atsushi falling down from the bed, entangled in his sheet as he kicks and cries as if he's just seen something far more horrifying than you have in your dreams. He's completely out of it and disorientated, nails clawing into the blanket surrounding him and tearing it apart before it's suddenly removed from him and he feels something warm embracing him, a sweet voice calling out to him. He recognizes that voice, that scent from everywhere and feels his heart shattering once again as he starts crying and sobbing terrified, nearly crushes you in his arms and pressing you close to his own body as if you'll disappear if he lets even a bit loose. You sit with him in this position for hours on the cold ground until the first sunshine announces that morning has come.

🐅Atsushi isn't the same anymore on this day as he flinches at the slightest of sounds, barely manages to call the day off in the Agency and stays glued to your side at all times. He's constantly on the verge of another meltdown, enters a small frenzy every time you suggest for him to leave you alone for a moment or two as he all but grabs you harshly and pulls you back to his side, breath erratic. You only attempt once to ask him what in the world has him acting like a maniac but it only results in a mental breakdown. As the day continues though, you yourself start to think that you're slowly going insane as you note how everything that happens, you have already witnessed before. This can't be real is what you tell yourself but how many coincidences can there be? You don't tell Atsushi at all but start returning his clinginess as you grow terrified. You try to cling to the hope that this is all a mere big, scary coincidence yet you nearly jump out of your skin when you hear the bell ring and start to visibly shaken as you recall what happens if you open the door.

🐅As the ringing grows more persistent and even Atsushi notices that you're trembling an asks you horrified what's wrong, you can't hold it in anymore. You start crying as you tell him the dream you had. If you open the door, you'll be murdered. The ring of the doorbell has by now changed into someone hitting the door from outside and shouting if anyone is home. His whole body is trembling from rage. An animalistic look in his eyes as you notice how his body is partially beginning to transform as he all but growls at you to lock yourself up in your bedroom although you hear his voice cracking at the end. You do as he says and lock yourself up, cower on the ground as you cover your ears. You can't blend out the feral growls and screams, the crashing sounds and the one agonizing, short and shrill scream of someone that you feel in your bones before they're forever silenced. You just about manage to unlock the door with your shaking hands when Atsushi calls your name before the male crashes you into his arms. This time stained in the blood of another and not yours. But Atsushi doesn't care. He doesn't care one bit.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

⬛️Akutagawa goes through extreme denial when it comes to his darling as he despises them. He despises them for their weakness, for their silly antics and most of all for the emotions they stir up inside of him. Emotions that make his chest feel all fuzzy. Emotions that make him weak. Despite all of that, the man finds himself more than just once stalking you even if this is admittedly a bit more risky. He's not exactly unknown and would be in troubles if he were to run into one of the Agency members but ultimately Ryunosuke just doesn't care. He has no problem growing violent, even in the brightest daylight in the city. On this day it's not really different as you go on about your day and he trails behind you, always keeping a distance between you two just enough to not lose you from his sight. He's quite familiar with your daily life now, a result of his frequent stalking yet he'd rather not admit that out loud. He knows that you're on your way to the train station to catch the train that will drive you to your workplace. He won't follow you into the train.

⬛️He stays long enough and watches the train departing from the station before he silently leaves. A scowl edged onto his face as always as images of you flash before his eyes and no matter how much he tries to push you away, it just doesn't work. It annoys him so much. Until he suddenly hears the explosion, the shock wave causing him to stumble forward as the ground shakes. People start screaming and running, push past him to get away. Only he remains frozen in his place, an emotion that makes him feel like a small and weak child all over again engulfing him tightly, refusing to let go. The explosion came from the rail your train departed from. That realization strikes through his entire being and suddenly he's turning back and pushes everyone violently away who gets in his way. He inhales a lot of smoke as he races to the burning train he can clearly see as it exploded merely moments after departing. Rashomon is tearing the wagon open where you were sat and protects him from the flames burning inside as he starts searching for you, noticing with dread that all the passengers are already dead.

⬛️He knows that you're dead when he finds your burnt corpse as he realizes that you sat close to the bomb when it went off. It was an instant death for you. He's surprisingly silent at first, just staring down at your corpse before his eyes go to what's left from the bomb. He recalls that Mori mentioned something about a terrorist group using bombs. So you died because of the existence of some little group? That's when the rage suddenly errupts out of him as his ability goes crazy, trashes around and destroying everything and everyone in it's way. Your body remains unharmed though. He leaves before the police finds him, needs a lot of effort to tear his gaze away from you. There's an ache in his chest, not only from all the smoke he just breathed in. This is a pain that will probably never go away. He calls Higuchi as soon as he's out again, asking her with a voice shaking with wrath that he wants her to find out where the headquarter of the group is. He wants to give them a painful and cruel death and after he's slaughtered all of them, he just wants to be alone.

⬛️Akutagawa is probably already someone who doesn't have the healthiest sleep schedule. Upon waking up, he nearly activates Rashomon by pure accident as the lust for blood and death has him still in it's grasp. He's unnerved by the dream he just had when he realizes that he's in his room although he doesn't want to admit that to himself since it was just exactly that. A dream. Strangely enough he still feels the burning pain from all the smoke in his lungs alongside with the pulsing pain in his heart. Akutagawa does his best to brush it all off though. Everyone in the Port Mafia who meets him on that day kind of senses that he's in a bad mood though and for that avoids talking to him as good as possible. Something inside of him is highly squirmish and the unease only grows thicker when he hears and even witnesses things that he knows from his dream. He hates the way his heart jumps up and down in slight paranoia and fear for you as he starts doubting himself. It isn't until he overhears a few men talking about the terror group that his surface cracks.

⬛️They're scared out of their mind when he approaches them and demands them to tell him what they were just conversing about. One of them manages to stumble out that there are suspicions that they might attack today again and set a bomb off somewhere in the city. Akutagawa is calling Higuchi before he even realizes it himself, orders her and Black Lizard to find out if the rumors are true and he wants to be immediately informed if they find anything out. Higuchi is smart enough to hear that Akutagawa is not in the mood to hear any objections or questions so she just accepts his orders. Ryunosuke himself is hurrying over to you after he finished the call, something feels off about this whole day and time tells him that you're right about now heading to the train station. He rushes after you and does his best to not act out of place. You yourself seem a bit strange as he catches you looking around more than just once, steps slow and hesitant. This continues even shortly before you enter the wagon as he images for a moment that your hands are shaking. In that moment his phone starts to ring.

⬛️You can't get this dream out of your head as you stand in front of the train, anxious about the uncanny similarities between your dream and this day. You even contemplate whether or not you'll just skip work and tell your boss that you're sick. Just as you hesitantly step into the wagon, someone suddenly grabs you by your hand and yanks you back, causing the train to leave without you. You crush into someone's chest and are about to scream before the person suddenly starts dragging you away, the voice of a man hissing at you to run. You squirm around, cry out when his grip becomes bruising before an explosion shoots shock waves through the air and everyone around you breaks out in panic. You're suddenly silent, turn your head back and are able to catch a glance of the burning train that you were just about to enter. You almost died just now...just like in your dream. You're numb, allow yourself to be led away from the station by Akutagawa as you're in too much shock. It's only after you've somewhat recovered that you finally mutter out that you nearly died just like in your dream. Something that makes Akutagawa stop.

Edogawa Ranpo

👓Yosano and him are currently on their way to a crime scene because obviously he, the greatest detective of all time, has to be there. What would the police do without him after all? He’s complaining to the female doctor a bit about the fact that just this morning he asked you for some special pastry that is currently sold in a few bakeries in Yokohama and you told him that you don’t have any time today. You’re currently working on an important project and on top of that the bakery which apparently sells the pastry he craves is too far away from your workplace. Ranpo really wanted those sweets, already whined about it to you and now he’s doing the same to Yosano. Luckily she deals patiently with his complains. The crime scene is unmistakable as Ranpo sees even from the distance the cars of the police, the barriers and all the ambulances. One of the police officers notices them and initially mistakes them for citizens, tells them that they can’t enter the zone. Something Ranpo laughs about as he proclaims to the young officer who he is and that everything will be solved now.

👓According to what the officer tells them, two groups of people just started shootings at each other, resulting in a lot of innocent citizens to be caught in the warfare. A few were killed, a lot more hurt. They seem suspicious as they don’t trust Ranpo, but he forgives them since he knows that it’s their first day. He invites them to watch him though so they remember him the next time. All he needs is to put on his glasses to instantly deduce that the culprits were two gangs, both fighting to raise up and he’s even able to find out their hideouts, leaving the officer flabbergasted. He’s belittling them for underestimating him until Minoura, a familiar face in the police , walks over. Ranpo is greeting him, advices him to work harder since he solved the case once again, yet stops when he notices the serious expression on the man’s face. He asks confused what’s with the grim face but his eyes widen when the older man suddenly asks him if the detective knows someone named (l/n) (y/n). Why does he ask this? Minoura gives him a look of pity and sympathy which has Ranpo’s heart dropping.

👓(l/n) (y/n) bled out due to a shot through the stomach minutes before Yosano and him arrived at the scene. Minoura asked him because your phone had a wallpaper of him and you. That’s all he’s able to take in before his surroundings seemingly vanish around him. You’re dead? He just talked to you a few hours ago. Why were you here? Your workplace is somewhere else. He doesn’t want to accept it but the fruitless rejection is shattered when he’s gently led to the ambulance and sees your corpse, the blood staining your clothes. Green eyes can’t tear themselves away from you as he feels paralyzed until his eyes wander to your belongings resting next to you and he lets out a strangled noise. The horrible truth dawns on him when he sees the bag containing the pastries he asked for this morning. You died because of his request and he didn’t even predict it. Something shatters in his heart and mind as he turns around and stumbles away, requests to be alone. He walks around aimlessly until the sun sets and he collapses and the tears finally start to fall. It’s his fault, isn’t it?

👓You’re not woken up by your horrendous nightmare, much to your own surprise, but by the ringing of your phone. It rings and rings without giving you a break and you’re slightly confused who would call you in the middle of the night. Imagine your shock when you see the name of your boyfriend on the display which finally leads you to press the green button and accept the call. He doesn’t say anything, instead you just hear troubled breathing from the other side of the line and ask instantly if everything’s alright with him. You think that you hear something akin to choking back a sob when Ranpo hears your voice but you aren’t sure. In the end you don’t find out the reason why he called you in the middle of the night as he reverts after a while back to his carefree behavior although you suspect that he also had a nightmare which is a bit strange. You two hang up after a while but you find yourself lying awake for the rest of the night thanks to your dream. It’s shortly before you leave for work that Ranpo calls you again, tells you with urgency unlikely for him to heed safely to work.

👓Even without using his Super Deduction the way the day shapes to be just screams suspicious. Accident after accident which he predicts without the use of his outstanding intelligence. Simply because he’s witnessed it all before and finds himself growing tense. If he can go with anything from the dream, you shouldn’t go to the bakery where the shooting happens if he just doesn’t ask you for the pastry so he didn’t do it this morning. He also warns the Agency about the upcoming conflict about to happen in the district. He’s serious as he’s confident that this dream was more than a dream. The police is informed and for a while he dares to think that everything might be alright. Until he receives a from you. You overheard from some of your colleagues today that there’s a bakery selling some special pastry and thought that he might be happy if you were to buy him some. He nearly drops his phone out of horror. No. Why are you still there? He’s panicking, tells you with a raised voice to leave from there. You’re confused with his unusual reaction until your eyes land on a group of people.

👓Silence on the line, then footsteps of you running and the sound of guns being fired are the last things Ranpo hears before the call is ended. On the way to the crime scene, he’s on edge, constantly urges Yosano to drive faster as the image of your dead body is summoned in his memories. Why were you still there? Is it just fate for you to die on this day? He’s jumping out of the car and runs straight to Minoura, whose talking with a newbie in the police. He asks straight away for you, heart unbeknownst to everyone else trembling with fear. The older officer’s face shows recognition when he hears your name but no sign of grief or pity as he points over to one of the ambulances and tells Ranpo that you’ve awaited him. Your arm was graced by a bullet, otherwise you were lucky. You’re taken by surprise when the first thing that Ranpo does is crashing into you as soon as he sees you, head pressed against your shoulder as he mutters that he’s sorry over and over again. You’ve rarely seen him so vulnerable. He doesn’t seem to want to stray from your side for the rest of the day at all.

Yosano Akiko

🦋She’s heading down the rainy streets on that rainy evening, worried sick as she fails to yet call you again. Your voicemail has been the only thing that has been answering her calls for the last hour. An hour where you were supposed to reach the house yet you didn’t. You told her that you’d be a bit late because of the weather but this has been too long now to not alarm her. She knew she should have driven to your workplace to pick you up but you insisted on going alone since this weather isn’t ideal to drive in. As she heads down the roads, the wind occasionally blowing the cold rain in her face, she notices blue lights blinking in the close distance. The police. A keep out zone has been made and as she steps closer, she sees what has happened. A car has crashed into the sidewalk, it’s front is crashed. There’s something she notices with horror as she walks even closer. There’s blood staining the ground and the front of the car which leads her to the conclusion that a person must have been crushed in between the building and the car. This accident happened on the way you usually take to walk back home.

🦋A dreadful hunch fills her as she taps one of the officers on the shoulder and asks him what happened here. He luckily replies to her, tells her that due to the bad weather a car lost control and crashed into the sideway, hitting a civilian who wasn’t able to dodge in time. The driver was mildly hurt but still driven to the hospital. The other person on the other hand was pretty much crushed between the car and the now damaged building and was in need of immediate treatment due to their severe injuries. Her fingers clench tighter around her umbrella as she thanks the officer and starts walking with fast steps to the hospital. She is by now almost convinced that the person in the accident is you as everything adds up too perfectly. She’s seen the blood and can very well imagine that your injuries might be too fatal for you to push through. But her ability…her ability can save you. She starts running soon after, abandoning the umbrella as she prays that she makes it in time. She’s drenched in rain and disheveled when she arrives in the hospital and asks the people at the front where you are.

🦋When she tells them her relationship with you, they tell her that you were immediately delivered in a surgery room as your wounds required instant treatment. It’s probably still ongoing. She’s storming to the room, suppressing any tears all the time. She’s scared. When she arrives though, she sees that the doctor and a few of the assistants are standing outside, a solemn and grim look on their faces. As a doctor herself, she knows this look all too well. They tell her initially to leave when they see her until she asks what happened to you. The doctor tells her as carefully and gently as your wounds were too severe and you passed away whilst in surgery. She doesn’t want to believe it, pushes past all of them at first to get into the room. Despite being a doctor though, despite having been a medic during war, she is horrified when she sees your body. No heartbeat, no brain activity and the warmth that is fading away from your body as she holds your hand for the last time. She caries herself out with her head held high until she sits down in the hospital and starts crying as her grief takes over.

🦋Yosano awakes with the dawn of a new morning, sweating with the lingering feeling of terror still present in her chest as her eyes wander around and take in her surroundings. You’re already awake too and turn around with a concerned look as you ask her what’s wrong when you notice her condition. She’s panting, sweat glistening on her skin and her eyes stare at you in shock as if she doesn’t believe that you’re real for a few seconds. In the next moment she’s sitting up too and shuffles closer to you, grabbing your face and inspecting you as if looking for something. You give her half-concerned, half-flabbergasted look. Eventually the woman stops though, lets out a sigh and replies that it’s nothing besides a nightmare. You raise an eyebrow when you hear that but don’t dig deeper. The morning is at first quite normal as both of you take a shower since both of you are sweaty, dress up for work and enjoy your breakfast together. Both of you don’t want to worry the other with your nightmares, unaware that the other one dreamed exactly the same.

🦋It’s after all a nightmare and nothing more, right? Well, that turns out rather hard to believe as both of you head to your workplaces. Accidents, stories, the work you two have to do today, it all appears to be terrifyingly familiar. The entire day shapes up to be eerie thanks to all those “coincidences” and it puts you on edge and starts affecting Yosano even more. She’s not as oblivious and stubborn to ignore the red flags she notices throughout the day in the Agency. Images of your dead body, still lingering freshly in her mind, return and embed themselves inside her memory. She’s with her thoughts not as present as normally, as soon as no one wants something from her she spaces out. She checks the weather for this evening only to find no warning of a storm. But the storm took you by surprise too in her dream. When the end of your shift ticks closer, the sky darkens as thunder is heard throughout Yokohama and the clouds pour out everything they have to offer. That’s when she calls you and insists that she’ll pick you up. You tell her driving in this rain would be insane.

🦋Yosano in the end walks to your workplace as it’s about 20 minutes from your place with her umbrella and another one for you since you didn’t account for such heavy rain. The walk home is tense as something doesn’t feel right for both of you. She holds your hand tightly and you grab onto her with equal pressure as your stomach starts flipping with the nervous anxiety. A few minutes into your way home it happens. A loud squeal, followed by a signal-horn. Both of you see a car losing it’s track on the slippery street as it slithers into the sidewalk. You’re paralyzed in shock as memories flash through your mind and you recall the gruesome pain you felt when you were crushed. If it wouldn’t have been for Yosano who pushes you away so that both you tumble to the ground, it would have become yet again reality. You hit your head on the ground, start to feel slightly dizzy yet the shock keeps you conscious as you start hyperventilating a bit. Yosano inspects the bump on your head, feels relieved when she knows it’s nothing serious and afterwards just embraces you tightly.

Miyazawa Kenji

🌱It’s shaping up to be just another peaceful day for Kenji although his darling is currently hanging out with their friend somewhere else. He kind of wanted to tag along but it was fairly easy for you to persuade him into letting you head out alone. So he’s ended up walking around the city with Atsushi and Kyouka, buying some random things on the way. Mainly lots of food since Kyouka is insatiable as often. Everything is fine. Then Kenji’s phone suddenly starts to ring and Atsushi has to help him to accept the call as technology and phones are still fairly new for the boy who spent over a decade of his life in the countryside. He’s happy though when he sees your name on the display. Only that it isn’t your voice on the phone. He recognizes the voice of your friend crying on the other line, trying to form a coherent sentence yet completely failing to do so. Now, Kenji is certainly a bit more clueless but he isn’t dumb either. Something happened with you, didn’t it? There’s some time he spends calming down your friend, staying true to his optimistic side and telling them that all will be fine.

🌱They finally manage to explain everything to him after pulling their shit together. You two were caught by some sort of gang on your way and got threatened to follow along. You defended yourself though, freed yourself and your friend and both of you ran afterwards. You got caught though and the last thing you managed to do is throw your phone your friend’s way, already unlocked and screamed at them to run and call your boyfriend. The last thing they witnessed was you clawing and fighting with everything you had. He’s heard of this vicious gang in the Agency before, he’s heard how they treat their victims. Before Kyouka and Atsushi can ask him what’s suddenly with the strained look on his face, Kenji is already gone, pushing through the crowd, the phone still pressed against his ear. Your location isn’t too far away, hopefully he’ll make it in time. The boy reaches the place soon without any backup, maybe that’s why a few of them approach him so carefree, laughing at him when he asks them about you and pointing to an empty building behind them.

🌱He charges straight through the door, leaving all the guys from the gang beaten. He finds you unconscious in one of the rooms, a gun against your head as the leader is shaking in fear since they’ve seen what Kenji has done. He shouts that he’ll shoot you if he gets any closer and Kenji stays still for a moment, lifts his hands and tells them that he won’t do anything if they let you go. For a brief second they seem to consider until the worst happens. You regain consciousness, notice Kenji and the gun against your head and panic. Everything is over in a few seconds. You start frantically moving and defending yourself, Kenji steps closer to stop you, the leader gets terrified. One accidental pull of the trigger and in the next moment you collapse on the ground. All they can do is stare at what they did in horror before they look at Kenji. He stares at you for a few seconds with dull eyes before those empty eyes turn to stare at them. When Atsushi and Kyouka find him, he’s hugging you tightly, bawling and crying. He’s stained with blood, a deformed blob of flesh and bones the only thing left.

🌱The first thing the day has prepared for you when you wake up is the feeling of nearly being crushed. Seriously, it feels like someone’s going to break your lungs and it’s only when you turn around that you notice that it’s your boyfriend. He’s clinging onto you, arms wrapped around your torso, forehead pressed against your back as you hear his uneven breathing and the whimpering, the tears staining the material of your shirt. He realizes that you’re awake when he senses your movement as you turn around, stumbles out something from not having intended to wake you up from your sleep as he starts wiping away his tears. You’re worried, question him if he’s had a nightmare which he confirms. You admit to him that you also had a nightmare but don’t want to talk about it which he accepts after some prodding where he realized that you were serious. You two just spend the night hugging each other and comforting each other and you manage to doze off again until you have to stay up and start your day. Kenji seems to have recovered his optimism though.

🌱What you notice is that he’s clingier though as he follows you around as you do your morning routine. He follows you into the kitchen, into the bedroom and even waits in front of the toilet for you. You can’t help but wonder if this is a result of the nightmare that he’s had which in return makes you wonder what exactly he dreamed of. So you decide to ask him whilst both of you are eating breakfast together. You notice from the corner of your eyes how he halts his movement, a distant look in his eyes before he shakes that expression off. There’s still a faint look of pain in his eyes when he is candid about what he dreamed, unable to lie to you. Deep down he just wants your reassurance that it was merely a dream after all too. Instead you look at him with a expression filled with horror as you drop your chopsticks. Initially he believes your reaction to be because of the brutality of his dream but his demeanor changes when you press out with a shaking voice that you’ve had the exact same dream as he did. Both of you just stare at each other, reflecting the horror of each other.

🌱Your friend is plainly confused when they see Kenji following you since this was planned as a day only between you two. You convince them that it’ll be fine though, hiding the gruesome truth behind why he came along. It was already a small challenge to get here in the first place. Kenji wanted you to not meet your friend at first. In the end he only allowed it under the condition that he’d accompany you. Honestly, that puts you at ease though because if this really is an omen, then at least you have Kenji and his ability to protect you. Then it happens. The gang really comes, surrounds you and tells you three to just follow along without causing a scene. Only that with Kenji in the scene things are vastly different than in your dream. All he gives them is his normal smile before all of them start flying as he beats them up. When he sees one particular person, one you recognize too, the look in his eyes changes. You stop him before he can do something though, hiss at him that your friend is still here. Don’t worry, dear s/o, from now on he’ll always be with you to protect you.

Akutagawa Gin

⚫️Her darling has yet to find out about Gin's true identity since she never told them about her place in the Port Mafia. Yet the assassin can't bring herself to tell you about the crimes she already committed and her position in the Mafia. Everything is working so well for you two after all, you adore her and she loves you in her own slightly obsessed ways too. This is bound to fail, she can't keep this hidden from you her entire life yet she wishes that she could. Fate has different plans for you two though. It all boils down one day when you're out with her on a date and she gets flustered and shy with all the love you give her. There's someone following you two though, Gin has noticed since a while this guy that is tailing behind you two and it puts her on edge. She's in public right now, you're with her, if that person decides to attack then her whole cover will be blown. She tries to lose them, drags you suddenly somewhere through the crowd in hopes that she'll be able to shake them off without making you suspicious. She can deal with this but not as long as you're with her.

⚫️For a while everything appears to be fine as she can't see the person anymore when she turns around although she keeps her surroundings in check. Only when the sun sets and you two have settled down on a bench in a nearly empty park take things a drastic turn. Just as you two are about to depart they appear again and pull out a gun with shaking hands. You freeze in shock, Gin tenses up as the weapon is pointed right at her. They'll make her pay for what she did to their partner. That's when Gin realizes the situation. They know who she is and want to avenge someone she killed. You don't know what's going on, step slowly forward with raised hands and tell them to put away their gun since they got the wrong person. Gin flinches only slightly when she hears your words as shame and guilt washes over her. You don't know anything about her. They only hiss at you to stay away and that this woman there is an assassin of the Port Mafia who killed their spouse in cold blood. Gin slowly steps back, starts pulling out a knife from her handbag.

⚫️The setting sun shines on the metal though and in the next moment the person freaks out, screams at her to put the knife away. Fucking murderer, they will kill her and if it's the last thing they'll do! Multiple shots are fired all at once as fear and rage clouds their mind. All shots hit. Only that she isn't the one who got hit. You jumped in front of her and shielded her, unaware of her unnatural reflexes. Silence where only the ringing of the shots are heard as Gin perceives in slow motion how you fall with your face first to the ground, hears how they drop their gun in shock as they shot someone innocent. Then she lets out a short shriek of your name as she falls down next to you, begs you to stay conscious whilst she tries to stop the bleeding from the multiple wounds, staining her white dress and skin in your warm blood. It's for naught though and she can only look how the life fades away from you. They try to stammer out apologies as Gin clenches the knife in her hand but don't even get to finish their sentence as their throat is slit in the next moment.

⚫️The dream you have is anything but pleasant as it wakes you up in the earliest morning hours. You just lay in bed, panting and sweating as you try to relax again and ease your troubled breathing from the shock of dying in your dream. You find yourself, not really to your surprise, unable to fall asleep again and so you just decide to take a shower and prepare some things for your day. There's mild unease settling in when you notice the date of this day and remember that you have your date with Gin today. Normally that would fill you with excitement and giddiness but today you can't help but be a bit creeped out thanks to the unnerving dream you just had. Your phone starts ringing after a while which surprises you a bit. Who would call you at this hour? Strangely enough you're even more shocked when you see Gin's name on your display but accept her call immediately. Gin herself doesn't seem to know why she exactly called you, or rather doesn't want you to tell. She just wants to hear your voice, that's all. Very suspicious indeed.

⚫️You two still meet for your date although Gin certainly doesn't tell you about the weapons she's hidden in her dress and handbag when she sees you, eyes already trailing round to seek out that one person who killed you in her dream. Both of you act weird though. You notice here and there how she constantly glances behind her back and how her eyes constantly analyze the people around her whilst you space out and can't enjoy this all as much as you normally would. Gin notices your strange behavior just as much and is the first one to ask you about it. You give her a conflicted look as you don't want to concern her too much but find yourself unable to reject her worried eyes. You're frighteningly honest, too honest, to Gin as you admit everything to her. You want to tell her immediately after that she doesn't have to worry about that stupid dream, but stop when you notice that horrified and paranoid expression on her face. When you ask her what's wrong, she suddenly grabs you with unexpected strength and starts dialing a number in, asking to be picked up.

⚫️She doesn't tell you anything when you ask her, just insists for you to wait and trust her for just a bit longer. It all starts dawning on you when you see the car and the people inside of it. All of them have weapons and address her in a respectful tone as she tells them to take you away and protect you whilst she has some business to take care of. Your dream...no, it can't be. When you shout at her whilst pushed into the car if she really is an assassin in the Mafia, she stops for a short while and glances at you. A look that shatters you as your whole belief crashes down onto you. You're silently terrified the whole ride, when you're led into what you can only assume to be a hideout for the Mafia and when you're locked away in a room where you collapse on the ground and start silently hyperventilating as everything is too much for you in that moment. Gin returns after a while and all you do is glance shortly at her in her true attire before you look somewhere else. Gin doesn't know what she can say to you either right now. She just wanted you to be safe, that's all. Things probably won't go back to normal again.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

🍎You're not even aware of this man yet but Fyodor already knows everything about you. His little, sweet sin. His crime that he has to punish for tempting him into committing. It's a delightful task for the man though as his very existence is what causes you loss after loss, agony after agony. It isn't going to be any different for you today as you drive to work after another night where you cried yourself to sleep. Unaware that this will be your last day where you have the luxury of a job. Unaware that this is your last day in life. Ironically even the man with connections everywhere doesn't know about the tragedy that happens whilst he decides to busy himself with other things. Fyodor is informed an hour later about the accident. A truck suddenly swayed on the road, causing a massive road accident. Your car crashed into another one and tipped over. Your injuries were too severe, you succumbed to your wounds before the ambulance arrived. Fyodor doesn't show a visible reaction but spends a few minutes just staring at the message and mulling the words over.

🍎He's able to gain access to the footage of that specific street and watches in silence the accident unfolding again in front of his eyes. In a cruel way it's fascinating. In one moment you're driving safe and sound to your workplace, in the next your car topples over on the road. All previous work he has done is dropped as he starts focusing on your case, finds out where your corpse is kept and enables himself to see you one last time. It's strange, this clenching emptiness in his chest when he sees your dead body for the first and last time. Your skin even colder than his when he caresses your face with tenderness unlikely for a demon like him. He leans down to press a kiss against your forehead, inspects your bruised face. You don't look like you found peace and salvation in your death. There are no tears that he sheds for his darling but he leaves the building with his eyes stuck to the ground, deep in thoughts as he becomes aware of that hollow feeling he has in his chest, a dull pain as soon as he thinks about his darling. Won't they leave him in peace even in death?

🍎The driver of the truck has to be punished. They've committed a crime and Fyodor wants to bring them the judgement they deserve. They stole something precious from him. His darling was his cherished angel. An angel stained with sins but an angel nevertheless. The poor person gets abducted within the same day, shaking and trembling as they have no idea what's going on. They beg Fyodor to let them go since they're innocent yet shut up when they notice the glimmer in Fyodor's eyes, reflecting hell's fire itself. He asks them if they know what terrible thing he did for Fyodor to even deem them as worthy to not just kill them off like that. They can probably already think what he means but insist that they didn't intend to cause such a major traffic accident and kill and hurt so many people. Those are empty words and apologies at best in Fyodor's ears. The dead can't return after all which is why their sin can never be forgiven. A single touch of his hands is all it takes to end their life immediately but Fyodor finds no salvation in their death.

🍎He's never been a great sleeper, especially since he has anemia and suffers from a weaker health. There's no tantrum he throws, there is no tears he sheds. What he does is checking on his darling after recalling all the events of this rather detailed dream. You're alive but that doesn't quench this strange feeling. His intellect makes him one of the most terrifying criminals for a reason and he doesn't just brush this dream off as merely this. It was too detailed even for someone like him and considering that awakes a fascination and curiosity inside of him. He starts waiting for events in the world to happen which he is already aware of and in the next few hours he arrives at a truly interesting conclusion. That this wasn't a dream. No, it's the truth of what will happen and what might have already happened before. He's not even doubting this as he's too confident in his own intelligence and skills for such a thing. The question right now would be if you now just as much as he does. You were the main character in this tragedy after all.

🍎You think that God just hates you at this point. Your whole life has been a catastrophe since the last few weeks and now you even dreamed about your own death. It truly can't be any worse than this anymore. That's what you think at least. On your way to the bakery to buy something to eat as your own fridge is nearly empty due to the low payment you've received those last few weeks, you are not aware of the man who strokes serenely behind you, eyes observing you. You look tired and stressed out, have lost a bit of weight thanks to everything he put you through. There's no one in the bakery when you enter at first but you don't really care. Only when the door opens again and announces another customer do you spare a short glance at the man who just entered. You ignore him even as he stands right next to you, looking over the pastries and bread in the counter. It isn't until he suddenly asks you the question how your night was that you turn around with a slightly bewildered look. That's none of his concern after all.

🍎He returns a calm smile, one that slightly unsettles you though. You turn your eyes to the cashier as you wonder if they could help ou only to find them suddenly leaving which confuses you even more. You don't look all too well. Life must have been hard on you, isn't he right? You get all defensive when he starts talking like that to you although feat also starts striking you more and more as the sinister glimmer in his eyes freaks you out. He's curious, how does one feel when dreaming about their own death? Your face falls, eyes widen and your breath hitches when this question leaves his lips. A telltale sign and you only notice that he was waiting for this when you see the previously calm and arrogant smile taking on a more sinister form. Poor thing, he'll save you from your death and this life. You want to run, you want to scream but before you can do anything, something sharp penetrates your skin. A small needle injects something into your veins. You notice with blurring vision the cashier and his voice promising you that he'll save you from your own life.

Jouno Saigiku

♦️You've stopped believing in anyone since a long time ago. Your trust in the government of this country has been broken ever since they've started keeping you in a special building, all because Jouno asked them for a favor. Said favor being you. The Hunting Dog asked the government to essentially trap you for him and all they did was listen. You're not treated bad after all, Saigiku just loves you and doesn't want to endanger you, it's a small sacrifice for the safety of this country. That's all you've received from everyone in here as all of them don't value you more than one of the Hunting Dogs. Speaking of the man, he's currently out on a mission and you're alone as often. You don't have many visitors as nearly everyone is too afraid of Jouno since his somewhat possessive tendencies are known to everyone and as if lying would work on him. You're sitting on the edge of the bed, deep in thoughts until your food is delivered by someone you haven't seen so far. A new face. Not as if that would mean anything for you. You won't be allowed to see anyone besides Jouno.

♦️You dig in the food listlessly and start to chew, noting a slightly weird taste to it as well as the one who delivered the food to give you a conflicted look. You tilt your head curiously and they seemingly flinch at that gesture, chewing their bottom lip before turning around. Their head hangs low and just before they leave, you swear you hear them muttering an apology, that it's nothing personal and that they'll be soon gone too. What was that about? You're not particularly hungry and dislike the aftertaste of the meal so you leave it and just go back to your bed, grab a book that you recently got. After a while something weird happens though. A numbness spreading from your fingertips, your tongue and your lips to the rest of your body, accompanied by an ache in stomach and head. This doesn't feel normal so you run to the door, or at least attempt to do but you stagger as you find to your horror the numbness spreading fastly. You're barely able to knock on the door and cry out for help before you fall over, completely paralyzed and unable to breathe.

♦️Jouno returns a few hours later and the first thing he wants to do is checking on his little darling to see if they behaved well. Only that he's stopped by one of the guards working here who is terrified, heart beating fast and muscles tense and trembling who stumbles out that Jouno can't see you. The way Jouno smiles at him and tells him to explain what has happend during his absence probably makes them feel like they could wet themselves. When they tell the blind man finally that you were poisoned and suffocated alive due to a total body motor paralysis, all emotions leave his face. The guard isn't able to react in time when one of his hands wrap tightly around their throat and squeeze tightly as his fierce temper bursts out for a short while. It's only because Fukuchi and Teruko stop him that the guard is set free although Jouno tells him in an arctic tone to leave where he won't notice him. He sits the rest of the day in the room where you were confined silently. He took you because of his own possessive nature, sure. But he meant it when he said that he'd protect you.

♦️It's at first unusual, after thinking about it, not so unusual that Jouno suddenly wants to see you in the middle of the night. You just wish that it wouldn't be now, not after the horrific dream you just had where you suffocated whilst you were fully conscious due to some poison in your food. You're really losing your mind in here, aren't you? What surprises you is that there's no teasing, no greeting, no sadistic remark when he enters. In the dim light you notice his face, void of the normal nonchalant expression on his face spiking your anxiety. You did nothing wrong as far as you can remember, why is he looking at you like that?! The sudden increase in fear is noted by Saigiku who shots your worries down by telling you that he isn't here to hurt you or punish you. You only ease slightly though as you don't trust the male as far as you can throw him. Your eyes are glued to him as he sits down on the bed next to you. He's looking at you, you feel that even if you know that he's blind. You don't say anything and he doesn't either for a while.

♦️The motion of him suddenly petting your head in something you dare to name gentle affection startles you. He rarely is that gentle with you after all, you have every right to be disturbed and flabbergasted by this sudden affectionate gesture. You actually dare to ask him what's wrong but as most of the time, you don't receive an answer from him. Instead he replies to your question with his own question and asks you why your heartbeat and your breathing pattern was already so frantic before he even entered. You flinch but aren't exactly surprised to hear that. His heightened senses are a living hell since you can't keep anything a secret from him. You don't want to tell him about your nightmare, in the worst case he'll use it to torment you again and right now you wouldn't be able to handle that. When you feel his fingers running harsher through your scull though and asking you again the question, you realize that you don't have a choice. As always. You keep it vague though, only tell him that you had a rather disturbing nightmare. The reaction you receive is unexpected.

♦️It's all pressed out of you within minutes and all he has to do is basically retelling what he has dreamed about and the reaction of your heart and your body tells him everything he needs to know. He leaves as fast as he has come although you have by now realized that something is going on but are as always never informed. The only thing you witness later on that day, hours after Saigiku has gone on a mission, is a small commotion outside your door which quickly dies down though and leaves you wondering what has happened. When Jouno returns, whatever small tension he might have had throughout the day leaves when he's informed by a guard that they captured the intruder. They are terrified when Jouno enters the room they're kept in, already informed about the background and their motives. Revenge on him by poisoning his innocent lover? That's exactly why such vile people as them should just die. Why not have a taste of the food just so they know what you went through? He leaves you in the dark about the truth, just dotes on you slightly more in return.

Suehiro Tetchou

🌸Recently there has been some tension in the city thanks to a rather heated conflict between the Port Mafia and a foreign gang who tries to interfere with their business and affairs, numerous fights have already been ended with the cost of the lives of citizens. It worries you but it makes your partner even more anxious. Tetchou is protective, very much so, and you know that already. You've promised him to inform him as soon as something happens. He hopes that it won't come this far yet hope is rarely something you should put your trust into as he receives one day a message from you. No context is given besides the name of a place but there is no need for any context as he can already think why you mailed him. He immediately tries to call you but you don't pick up which results in him suffering a short heart attack. There are no orders for him currently so he storms out to the location you sent him. Teruko and Jouno end up tagging along. Both of them are bored as it is and when they hear Tetchou's hasty explanation, they take the chance to catch some terrorists.

🌸They arrive just in time to see a car leaving the abandoned place and as soon as they see them, they start firing. What other confirmation do they need? Plum Blossoms in Snow is instantly used by Tetchou and that without any worries as Jouno confirms to him that his darling isn't inside the car. He grabs the first guy closest to him when he storms over to the now split car and asks them in a serious tone what happend with you. A frightened realization dawns on the face of the guy when they become suddenly aware that the insanely strong man in front of them is in fact your lover. Their lack of an answer does nothing to soothe Tetchou's worries though as his grip by now threatens to snap some bones. They let out a cry before they point to the river, stuttering out that you walked in onto them disposing of some bodies from the Port Mafia and had to be silenced too. The statement implies everything Tetchou needs to hear to feel his heart stopping for a moment in his chest. He steps back in shock before he storms to the shore of the river.

🌸True to what they told him, he sees a few dead bodies floating in the water as soon as he runs into the river although none of them interest him as he frantically searches for you. The final sight that truly breaks him in the end is when he finally finds you, the water around you stained in red. He's shaking, slightly hyperventilating when he pulls you out of the water and notices with horror that you were shot through your lungs yet are still clinging to life for some miracle. Your pulse is faint and is getting weaker and weaker though as you choke out blood. Your eyes flatter open weakly when you hear a familiar voice calling shakily for you. When he realizes that you're conscious, he promises you that he'll get you to a hospital immediately. All you can do is lift your hand weakly which he quickly grasps, give him a weak smile and whisper something that destroys his very core. "You came. I knew that you'd come." You die seconds later in his arms, taking half of his heart with you. He should have done more. Then you'd still be alive but instead he failed you.

🌸It's truly not a pretty way to wake up as you nearly tumble out of your bed out of shock when you wake up from one of the worst nightmares you had in years, maybe even the worst of all. You attempt to be rational though as you take deep breaths to calm your racing heart down. You've spend a lot of time investigating all the fights, have read reports of all the victims and how many of them died. It wouldn't be unlikely for all of that pressure and lingering terror in your heart to result in a dream like that. There's nothing for you to fear though. You work for the government, you often work together with the Hunting Dogs, your partner is one of them and you yourself aren't completely defenseless. You chant those few lines again and again in your head until you've regained your composure enough but then it's already too late to go back to sleep. Instead you just shower, dress up, eat, brush your teeth and go through a few files of the most recent attacks again. Your phone is on silent mode so all the messages and calls from Tetchou go unnoticed.

🌸Only when you drive to your workplace do you see him. He's standing right in front of the building and as soon as he sees you, he rushes to you. You're very confused to why he's here but can't ask him this question when he nearly crushes you in a tight embrace. He seems desperate judging from the way he squeezes you so you decide to return the hug for now. You stand there for a few minutes like this and slowly you start to feel embarrassed from the looks the people who pass by give you. You try to convince him to let go now which he eventually does, reluctantly. When you ask him what that was for, he replies that you didn't answer to his calls and messages. That's when you check your phone for messages and calls are quite stunned from the sheer amount he spammed you with. Has something happened? That question triggers something in him as you notice his whole body tensing up and a sorrowful look flashing inside his eyes. You assure him that you'll listen and as the honest soul he is with you, Tetchou tells you about the dream he had.

🌸Instead of comfort from you, you stumble back in horror after he's finished talking. You show him your back, start rambling to yourself that this can't be true, that this is some really twisted coincidence and nothing more. The fright and fear you radiate puts Tetchou at even more unease and he notices how you've started to shake when he rests both of his hands on your shoulder and questions you what's wrong all of a sudden. The look you give him when you turn around is pure paranoia as memories of your terrible death flash in front of your inner eye and you reply in a voice merely above a whisper that you've dreamed the exact same thing. The paranoia in your eyes appears in his eyes all at once as his grip around you tightens. Both of you aren't stupid. This can't be brushed off as a mere coincidence. You find yourself being dragged away by Tetchou despite your protests as he insists that this time he will protect you. Your personal freedom might be limited, you might lose your workplace but despite all of that he's convinced he's doing what's right. Can't you see that?!

Sigma

☁️Sigma isn't terrible. He's kind, he's caring, tends to your wishes and worries with the best of his abilities. Yet you're stuck in the Sky Casino most of your days in a special suite, cameras are nearly everywhere in your room and guards are constantly looking out for you. All because you're not just a lover for Sigma. You're his identity. You're his home, his family, you're the purpose he always wanted for life. Because of you he became someone and he is precisely because of that so terrified and paranoid to lose you and let you go. Your emotions about the man in question are conflicted as you don't hate him, you might even love him in a way yet you also can't forgive him from cutting you off from the world down there. You often lament silently about your situation and try to pinpoint how you feel about Sigma. That day isn't really any different as you walk around the hallways, for once not accompanied by guards which took a bit of begging Sigma for it. You bump on your stroll through the hallway into someone unknown though.

☁️ You notice how they carry a bag around with them, some of the content falling out of it which they frankly collect again. Aren't those coins used in his casino? They don't even notice you when you step carefully closer, not until they look up and you're standing nearly next to them. They're clearly startled, press the bag closer to them and shuffle away from you. That's when you realize what's going on. They're a customer who gambled too much and ended up in major debt and stole those coins to gamble more, where they got them from is above your knowledge though. You pity them a bit, decide to just leave them since they'll be caught anyways. They seem to just continue down the hall too. Only that in that exact moment Sigma and his men appear. The composed look on Sigma's face is replaced with fear when he sees you though, tells you to get quickly away from that person. Unfortunately it's already too late, your arm is suddenly twisted behind your back and a knife pressed against your throat as they start threatening to hurt you.

☁️They're desperate and so is Sigma right now which is why he tells his staff to not shoot. He steps hastily closer as he tries his very best to stay calm, promises his customer that he will forget all about their debt as long as they let you go. They stare at him for a nerve-wracking amount of time before they slowly let you go and Sigma quickly ushers you to come to him. That moment is short-lived though as from the other side another guard appears, gun pointed straight at the thief. Everything happens too fast for Sigma to control then. The customer turning around and attempting to grab you, Sigma hiding you behind his back, the new guard shooting the customer, them trying to stab Sigma and you shielding him which results in the knife being plunged right into your throat. You collapse straight into Sigma's arms, twitching and choking on your own blood whilst Sigma starts shouting for help, his composure shattering as he tries to stop the bleeding, starts crying and begging for you to stay with him. Your body soon goes limb in his arms though and all at once his sense of self is shattered. Without you he's a nobody.

☁️Sigma only exposes his more insecure and vulnerable side to you and rarely to anyone else yet even you're caught off guard when he slams the door to your room open and storms to your side. Before you can even begin to ask him what's wrong, he almost throws himself at you, arms wrapped tightly around you and face buried in your shoulder. You take notice of the way his whole body is trembling and the wetness staining your clothes from his tears. So you swallow all possible questions you could ask him down and just wrap your arms carefully around him too, returning his hug. Neither one of you says much for the next hour as he at one point just lays down in bed with you and stays with you, trying to gain some semblance of sanity again. Even when you attempt to ask him about what happened after he has seemingly calmed down a bit, although he's still cuddled right next to you, he refuses to speak of it. He avoids the topic at all costs and eventually you give it up. He stays until the morning with you before he leaves you, very much to his displeasure.

☁️Throughout the day he constantly checks on you though, tightens the security around your room and insists for you to stay today in your room. This goes very much against your wishes and annoys you as you don't understand why he's acting like this. You've seen his insecure and more irrational phases before but this is something even worse and the most annoying thing is that he doesn't want to worry you and for that doesn't tell you anything. It's so frustrating. To your luck the guards keeping watch in front of your room are almost friends to you by now so you manage to negotiate with them that they will let you out of your room but will accompany you. It isn't ideal but you take what you're offered. You need some short change just to fully get rid of that gruesome nightmare of yours. What you tried to forget though comes back to haunt you when you see the same person staying in front of you, shaking when they notice the two guards. The guards pull out their guns when they notice the bag filled with coins, tell you to go back to your room.

☁️When you storm back to your room, you see Sigma who also rushes towards you. He's already beginning to scold you with a mixture of mild anger and paranoia until he hears you. All you do is stutter out that you have to stay in your room, that the person with the stolen coins from your dream is there, that you don't want to die before you leave him standing there and slam the door behind you shut. You weren't specific but Sigma understood everything you just told him. In the next moment he's calling for more guards, tells them to arrest the customer but to not kill them. Not yet. Honestly, he could have let it slide if it would have only been a dream of his but you had the same dream, you were the one sacrificing yourself for him and dying. They took you away from him, murdered you. Now he can't ignore this anymore. If they're so desperate for the coins, he'll give it to them. Only that Sigma will show them the special function for those coins too. You never hear of that person again, notice though how Sigma grows far more overbearing than he used to be.

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twinksintrees · 7 months

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bsd incorrect quotes but the quotes were taken from me and my friend’s dnd quote book

“I hope you go suck a squid “ - Lovecraft

“I’m addicted to bombs but other than that I’m a pretty well rounded person “ -Kaji

“I’m taller than you” - dazai “I’m older than you, I’ll always be older than you” - chuuya “not if you’re dead” - dazai

“Sorry I died” - atsushi

“The orphans need their alcohol” - pretty much the entire ada tbh

“Did you punch it? THEN YEAH IT HAS DENTS!” -kouyou @ chuuya

“If you’re gonna kill somebody at least do it quietly!” -Gin

“the love of my life *turns to woman* what’s your name?” - dazai

“why is everyone crying? what happened? Trick question, I happened “ - mori

“I’ve never been a children.” - akutagawa

“I’m not gonna play into cat stereotypes” -atsushi

“bold of them to assume Im not gonna eat the gag” -dazai

“I fought a dragon with badger” - chuuya

“Ah southern people!” -the guild

“*eagle noise*” - Fitzgerald

“Please don’t just live in a hole” - chuuya when he sees dazai’s shipping container

“Now I know how parents feel” - fukuzawa w ranpo and yosano

“I’m a teen boy I’m always hungry” - kenji

“Don’t hit the puppy with a hammer” -chuuya @ dazai (the puppy is akutagawa)

“It’s a pizza party everyday in the mafia” -the port mafia

“Money doesn’t grow on trees it gets birthed from holes” -Fitzgerald

“You know what’s hot? Eating fruit and taking showers” -kunikida

“There’s no romantic tension it’s meant to be threatening” -soukoku

“I didn’t try to stab Kenji, I tried to punch him” -Tecchou

“You’re having violence without me?” - Akutagawa

“I can’t believe you guys didn’t like my homeless orphan pick up line” - atsushi

Nikolai, staring Fyodor dead in the eyes: “concuss me baby”

“My head is a weapon” - ranpo

“Has Nikolai ever killed one of his lovers?” “We all make mistakes in the heat of passion” - Sigma and Fyodor

“I am in a threesome with writing and sleep” -Poe

“Small? No. I’m big boy” -ranpo

“I forgot I had a gun in my mouth and kissed my lover! Oh no!” -s5 soukoku

“Can his catch phrase be ‘time to bite the bullet’?” -soukoku when vampire chuuya

“Dazai I’m feeling less bad about shooting you” -‘vampire’ chuuya

“Me and the boys know all about religion” -Nathaniel Hawthorne (also fyodor)

*deep voice* “boom boom for the orphans” -when oda’s orphans died

“If I would turn into a horse would I be free” -Nikolai

“what are you doing, are you just eating ham and laughing!?” -kunikida @ ranpo

“do you have any idea how much your head is worth” -Akutagawa @ atsushi (i can hear this in his voice so clearly)

“If we weren’t homeless you’d be grounded” -when the ada were on the run in s4

“Who needs a gender when your in love with a boat” -Herman Melville

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #incorrect quotes #bsd incorrect quotes #i don’t think i could tag every character if i tried #so i wont

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chuuyascumsock · 2 years

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Lament of a Bleeding Heart Incorrect Quotes Part Two || Spoiler Warning

*Chuuya and MC on a mission*

Chuuya: ...I'm pretty sure that place is fire-proof, or something.

MC, grenade in hand: Alright, but is it explosion-proof?

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Dazai: MC and I are so close we even share a toothbrush!

MC: We what?

—

Kunikida: You were stabbed. Do you remember anything?

MC: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital.

Kunikida: That wasn't an ambulance, I drove you.

MC: But I heard a siren.

Kyouka: That was Atsushi.

Atsushi: Sorry, I got nervous.

—

Yosano: Why is MC crying on the floor?

Ranpo: She took one of those 'what person are you?' quizzes.

Yosano: And?

Ranpo: She got Dazai.

—

Chuuya: Die.

MC: Please don't die!

Chuuya: DIE!

MC: PLEASE DON'T DIE!

Gin, confused: Why are they yelling at a plant?

Elise, watching while eating popcorn: They bought it together and MC wants Chuuya to accept it as their kid.

—

Akutagawa: You have friends and I envy that.

MC: You're welcome to share my friends.

Akutagawa: *looks at Atsushi and Kyouka*

Akutagawa: I don't want those.

—

Police: You're under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single motorcycle.

Chuuya, with MC and Dazai behind him: Wait, what do you mean THREE?!

Police: Yes...three.

Chuuya: Oh, my God— What the fuck!?

Police: Wha-

Chuuya: AKUTAGAWA FUCKING FELL OFF!

—

Tachihara: You're smiling. What happened?

Chuuya: What? Can't I smile just because I feel like it?

MC: Dazai tripped and fell down the stairs today.

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Higuchi: You know, Chuuya gives MC flowers everyday, I wish you'd do that too.

Akutagawa: Okay.

*Later*

Akutagawa: *gives MC flowers*

MC: ???

Akutagawa: I don't know, I'm confused as well.

—

*Dazai, Chuuya, MC, and Elise playing a board game together*

Dazai: I will put 'A' down to make 'A'.

MC: I will add onto your 'A' to make 'AT'.

Chuuya: I will add onto your 'AT' to make 'RAT'.

Elise: I will add onto your 'RAT' to make 'BIOSTRATAGRAPHIC'.

Chuuya: *flips the board*

—

Chuuya: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?!

MC: *crouches down*

Dazai: *sits on the floor*

Chuuya:

Chuuya: I hate both of you.

—

Atsushi, watching Chuuya and Dazai fight: Are you sure they should be fighting? What if they get hurt?

MC, not bothered by the chaos: It's fine. They're too evenly matched to hurt each other.

Atsushi: Then... who's the strongest out of you three?

Chuuya: MC.

Dazai: MC.

MC: Me.

—

Mori: MC, you'll be working with Dazai and Chuuya.

MC: Alright! My fantasy threesome!

Everyone else: *blank stares*

MC: ...Of people on a team.

—

Kunikida: So Sasaki was just using me?

MC: I'm sorry, Kunikida.

Dazai, trying to contain his amusement: You must feel pretty stupid right now.

Kunikida:

MC: Ok, that's a time-out.

Dazai: No, I was just trying to-

MC: Go sit over there!

Dazai: *walks away in defeat*

—

MC: I'm here for the mafia stuff.

Mori: How did you find us?

MC: I saw your ad on craigslist.

—

Chuuya: You're giving me a sticker?

MC: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying "me-wow!" It's for doing a good job on our mission!

Chuuya: *Scoffs* I'm not a preschooler.

MC: Fine, I'll take it back-

Chuuya: I earned this, back off!

—

MC: What's up? I'm back.

Chuuya and Dazai: I literally saw you die. You died. You were dead.

MC: Death is a social construct.

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Dazai: Life is like Chuuya. It's short.

—

Mori, after finding out MC faked her death: You played me!

MC: Like the cheap kazoo you are!

—

Chuuya: Let's write that Vagabond a friendly note, shall we? Dear... Incompetent... Dumbass...

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*Mori when he first meets MC*

Mori: *sharpens knife* We've got ways of making people talk.

Mori: *cuts piece of cake*

MC: ...Can I have some?

Mori: Cake is for talkers.

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Chuuya: How do tall people people possibly sleep at night when the blanket can't possibly cover you?

MC: Chuuya, it's four o'clock in the morning.

Chuuya: So, you can't sleep, huh? Is it because of the blanket?

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Dazai: MC is playing hard to get.

Dazai: Little does she know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

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Chuuya: This date is boring!

MC: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store.

Chuuya: Then why did you invite me?

MC: I didnt, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you, I'll do whatever I want!"

—

Chuuya: Know why I called you here?

MC: Because I accidentally sent you a tit pic.

Chuuya: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

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MC: Are you trying to seduce me?

Dazai: Why, are you seducible?

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MC: Is something burning?

Dazai, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.

MC: Dazai, the toaster is literally on fire.

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Dazai: So you like cats?

MC: Yeah.

Dazai: *tries to impress her by slowly pushing a glass off the table*

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*After MC faked her death and before Dazai left the mafia*

Chuuya: Dazai—

Dazai: *sighs sadly* MC used to call me that...

Chuuya: ...Because it's your fucking name, dumbass.

—

Chuuya: I hate Dazai.

MC: "Hate' is a strong word.

Chuuya: I have strong opinions.

#chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader #incorrect bsd quotes

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imtiredmandontquestionit · 1 year

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Realistically thinking about recent bsd chapters

So people have been so delulu over the new chapters so I'm gonna do some realistic thinking. Most of the characters that have "died" will most likely survive. I feel like the only reason Asagiri would kill off Dazai is to add some major character development to Atsushi, and any other character who knew him. It's still entirely possible Dazai will indeed die, but a small chance. Sigma is a character I feel is entirely possible to kill off. The reasons he would die is 1, to keep Fyodor's ability a well-kept secret, 2, because he's Asagiri's favorite. I feel like it's a 50/50 chance if Sigma lives or dies. Aya next. Knowing how Asagiri writes, I feel like Aya will survive this. There's a few different possibilities I've thought of since she's one of my favorite characters. 1; She will die, get turned into a vampire, and then be alive again when the vampirism is cured. It's highly unlikely all the vampires will die. There's no way Asagiri would kill off THAT many characters/people. 2; She will gain an ability before death. Seeing as a lot of our characters focused on do have abilities, combined with the fact she is still quite young, could mean she does have an ability and just doesn't know about it, which is entirely possible seeing as Atsushi didn't know about his ability. 3, the least likely one, Bram will save her just before she hits the ground. As soon as he regenerates his limbs, he could possibly save her. It's unlikely, but still possible. I'd do theories on how Dazai could survive, but there's plenty of those out there already. Now onto the vampires, I personally don't think there's a possibility that the vampires will die once the vampirism is over. There's WAY too many characters as vampires, plus, a ton of other people around the world are vampires. There's no way that many people will be killed off. Plus, both Atsushi and Dazai have tried to "wake up" vampires from their vampire state, they didn't succeed, but that implies that it's possible. Another reason is Francis said in season four that he always sides with the winners, and the Detective Agency will win this. This could indeed be incorrect, but I've chosen to take it as foreshadowing. Moving on, the agency members. Fukuzawa is most likely going to die. There's just no way I can see him surviving, except Yosano coming to save him, but we don't even know where she currently is. Tanizaki and Kunikida, I personally believe they will survive. Fukuchi has no current reason to kill them that I'm aware of, correct me if I'm wrong though, it's been a while since I've read the manga in extreme detail. Ranpo, he'll probably survive, he's so far only been stabbed in the hand and knocked unconscious. I'm pretty sure he's just laying unconscious on the road somewhere. Atsushi, we saw in chapter 110 that he's about to become a vampire, but it's possible the table will fall on Akutagawa or something like that. IF Atsushi DOES become a vampire, which is unlikely but still possible considering the amount of times authors have turned the main character into the thing they're fighting (ex, Demon Slayer where Tanjiro states "If I ever do become a demon, I trust someone in the corps will behead me for the greater good. DEMON SLAYER MANGA SPOILERS; Then at the end he becomes a demon and is cured later on.) it is still possible for Atsushi to become a vampire and be saved later on. We haven't seen much of the Port Mafia so I won't be saying much about them. But I will talk about Chuuya. SO, I feel like Chuuya is somewhat conscious. AND the gun he has, I'm pretty sure he showed up with. That can lead to all the theories about how Dazai will survive, which I will not be getting into today, maybe another day though. I personally am really hoping for Verlaine to show up. The "storm" he's waiting for in Stormbringer could be the apocalypse or something similar. It's implied he can still manipulate gravity, but just not as well/long as before. Even without his gravity powers, he still is the King of Assassins, and the person who trained Gin, Kyouka and many, many others.

Seeing how skilled those two are, having only been trained by Verlaine, we can assume how powerful Verlaine is, even without his gravity manipulation. Another theory, way less likely, is Kyuusaku (Q) making their reappearance. We don't know what happened to them after season two, so for all we know, they're alive somewhere, perhaps back at the Port Mafia, or living their life somewhere. They stand a pretty high chance at beating Fukuchi once and for all. They, however, have no motivations to fight him. They love chaos, which is exactly what is happening. BUT, they seemed to have a character change when John tortured them in season two, so perhaps they'll not even care and just fight him for fun, or to add even more chaos to this. Also, in an interview, Asagiri mentioned teaming up Tetchou and Jouno as rivals later on, so I'm excited to see how he goes along with that.

TLDR; Most characters will probably survive, with the exception of maybe Sigma, Fukuzawa, and Dazai(?). Atsushi probably won't become a vampire, Aya will probably get an ability. Detective Agency will probably win.

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zukkaoru · 8 months

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okay okay okay how about... (imma give some options)

lucy & akutagawa + "here's the thing about a barbecue..."

kenji & elise + "you don't need the sun to keep you warm when you've got arms"

kajii & tachihara + "come on, get dressed, you're my date to the meeting tonight!"

john & nathaniel + "i am only one man's guy, and that man i jesus christ"

naomi & kunikida + "i get it, you're angry! believe me, i know what it's like, but you're making a mistake!"

nokilao & jun'ichirou + "all the best people are crazy"

hello beloved <3 i offer you: all of them <3

“Here’s the thing about a barbeque,” Lucy starts, and that’s really all it takes for Ryuunosuke to regret agreeing to come to the Agency’s celebratory cook out for defeating whatever evil they were up against this time. “It brings folks together. From all walks of life.” “What does that even mean?” Ryuunosuke grumbles. Lucy scoffs, crossing her arms. “It means that the good vibes of a nice barbeque are the only reason I haven’t trapped you in Anne’s Room yet.” “I would slice off your arms before you could manage such a feat,” Ryuunosuke assures her. “I don’t even need my arms for that!” Rashoumon rises out of Ryuunosuke’s coat, slowly, just for the threat. Unfortunately, Kenji chooses that moment exactly to plop himself down between Ryuunosuke and Lucy, and Rashoumon retracts on instinct. “We had barbeques all the time back in Ihatov! And you’re right, Lucy-san—they’re really something special.”

send me a sentence + a ship (romantic or platonic) and i'll write the next five(ish) sentences (the rest of these ones are under the cut)

“You don’t need the sun to keep you warm when you’ve got arms,” Kenji says. “My mom told me that once, when there was a really bad blizzard back in Ihatov. We don’t have electricity there, so we had to rely on other things like blankets and [fireplaces] and sharing body heat. But I think maybe it can apply to your situation too.”

Elise looks up at him through watery eyes. “I’m not locked inside,” she argues. “I can go out into the sun whenever I want.”

Kenji laughs, but it’s not a mean sound. “I don’t mean the real sun. I mean metaphorically. The sun in your heart. Just ‘cause you’re not made like the rest of us doesn’t mean you can’t still feel the warmth of friendship!” From his pocket, he procures a wildflower and tucks it behind Elise’s ear. Somehow, it feels like one of the most genuine displays of kindness Elise has ever been subject to.

Maybe because she knows Kenji’s actions aren’t born of fear or obligation. He isn’t part of the mafia; he doesn’t have to be nice to her.

But he is. Like he wants to be Elise’s friend.

“Come on,” Michizou says, grabbing Kajii’s arm and dragging him up from where he’d previously been lounging on the couch. “Get dressed, you’re my date to the meeting tonight.”

“Why?” Kajii grumbles. He reaches for his bottle of lemon soda, but Michizou continues dragging him towards the door before he can grab it. “I don’t go on these sorts of missions; it’s not in my job description!”

“Yeah, well, Gin got assigned something more important last minute, and no one else is available. So I’m stuck with you.”

Kajii pouts.

Michizou rolls his eyes. “The Boss said there’s going to be free refreshments. Including lemonade.”

Immediately, Kajii’s entire demeanor changes. His face lights up, and Michizou no longer has to drag him around because he picks up the pace until he’s moving faster than Michizou. “Well, you should have started with that! Give me five minutes and I’ll be set to go!”

“I am only one man’s guy,” Nathaniel growls, “and that man is Jesus Christ.” He pushes past John, who drops the flirtatious expression from his face. It had been a dare from Mark anyway, and he’s just going to count the fact that Nathaniel didn’t immediately stab him as a win.

Still, John has always liked to make a game of pressing his luck.

“Weird,” he comments, tapping his chin with one finger. “I mean, I knew Dostoyevsky had a Jesus kinnie thing going on, but I thought we all understood he’s not actually the Son of God.”

Nathaniel doesn’t respond; he simply slams the door shut behind him.

“I get it!” Kunikida calls out, raising his voice over the roar of the wind. “You’re angry—believe me, I know what it’s like. But you’re making a mistake!”

“He hurt my brother!” Naomi shouts back. She has the ability user pinned to the ground, one foot on his chest, as she aims a gun at his head. “You could never understand that. You don’t know the fear of losing your sibling!” There is a dangerous fire in her voice—one Kunikida knows he shouldn’t argue against.

He isn’t sure he has an argument anyways. She’s right; he doesn’t have a sibling, and so he’ll never truly know what it’s like. But what he does know is—

“You may be right. But listen to me, Naomi-chan. When your anger disappears—when the adrenaline rush ends and all that rage dissipates… Do you want to be left with grief and regret, or do you want to be left with relief?”

“All the best people are crazy!” Nikolai laughs as he says it, twirling his cane around in his hands. There’s a dangerous gleam in his eyes that should make Jun’ichirou run, as far and as fast as he can. But…

“Are you insinuating I’m crazy too?”

“Well,” Nikolai’s smile stretches wider, showing off sharp teeth, “you did seek out my assistance, did you not? To go so far, to put your faith in someone who helped frame you as a terrorist and attempted to kill your coworker and friend, all for the sake of someone who might not even be alive? Tell me, Tanizaki-kun, does that not sound a little crazy to you?”

It does, when Nikolai puts it like that. Jun’ichirou can’t deny it.

“Fine,” he agrees. “Maybe I am crazy, I don’t care. I’ll do whatever it takes to get my sister back.”

Nikolai cackles gleefully. “I was hoping you’d say that!”

#nokilao is still making me laugh every time i see it i won't lie #ily corey <3 #btw i will gladly still do more of these if anyone feels so inclined to send more #except for the one anon request sitting in my inbox.... i reserve the right to decline if you give me a character i don't like sorryyyyy #bsd #to the stray dogs #grace's writing tag #ask game #corey tag

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giyuforlife · 1 year

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Incorect quotes (SKK/BSD edition)

featuring :

Chuuya Dazai Fukuzawa Ranpo Poe Aikiko Autsushi Kenjii Gin Kajii Kunikida

Chuuya: Slash gamemode creative. Dazai: Dude, this isn't Min- Chuuya: starts levitating

Ranpo: Dumbest scar stories, go! Fukuzawa: I burned my tongue once drinking tea. Aikiko: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and it burned. Kajii: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade. Chuuya: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it in my hand and I got a really bad burn. Autsushi: I have emotional scars.

Kunikida: What are you getting Poe for the holidays? Ranpo: I don't know. It's kind of hard buying a gift for your partner when they already got everything they could've ever wanted when they married you. So I'm not sure yet. Aikiko: I'm getting Poe a divorce lawyer.

Autsushi, cracking his knuckles: I'm a nice person, but I'm about to start throwing rocks at someone.

Akutagawa, kajii, Gin, and Chuuya:

Dazai: tomorrow’s garbage day

Kunikida and chuuya, simultaneously: I can’t believe they made a whole day dedicated to you…

Aikiko: Dazai got into a fight. Kenjii: That’s bad. Kenjii: Kenjii: Did he win?

Gin: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me? Chuuya: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it. Kajii: Three of us saw it, Chuuya. How do you explain that? Chuuya: *points at Akutagawa* Sleep deprivation. *points at Kajii* Paranoia. *points at Dazai* Delusional personality disorder.

Kunikida: I haven't seen Dazai for fifteen minutes now. *Outside a nearby window, a car without a driver inside is seen rolling down a driveway, with Autsushi running after it in a panic. Kunikida doesn't look outside at all.* Kunikida : That probably means he”s getting into trouble… again

Chuuya: I want to kiss you. Dazai, not paying attention: What? Chuuya, flustered: I said if you die, I wont miss you!

Dazai: It’s funny how well you and Poe get along. Didn’t they hate you at first? Ranpo: Poe hates everybody at first. It’s his way of reaching out to people.

Chuuya: I'm gonna get my pilot's license. I've already got a driver's license and a cosmetology license, that's two of the big five licenses. Akutagawa : The big five licenses? Chuuya: Driver's license, cosmetology license, pilot's license, fishing license, and… license to kill! I can't wait to get that one.

Dazai: If you spell skeletons backwards, it still spells skeletons. Kunikida, sarcastically: Wow, I can't wait for Halloween to see some snoteleks.

Autsushi, depressed: I wanna die… Dazai, happily : We all do, you aren't special!

Kunikida, in the background: DAZAI!!

akiko after overhearing autsushi: *books autsushi some thereapy sessions*

Dazai, ordering coffee: I’d like a light roast. Chuuya, working the cashier: *not meaning to sound sarcastic* You're kinda ugly.

Autsushi: Help, someone at prom has been killed! Dazai: Calm down, we don't need you to Panic! At the Disco.

Ranpo: Hey, I see those leaves, where are you from? Dazai: Illinois. Ranpo: AAYYYE, I KNEW IT! ME TOO! Autsushi: …Did you just identify a state by looking at its leaves?

Dazai: The Ocean is a soup. Aikiko: Aikiko: Do elaborate. Dazai: What are needed for something to be a soup? Aikiko: Erm… Water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer some meat in mine. Dazai: Tilts head Aikiko: The Ocean is a Soup. Dazai: The Ocean is a Soup.

Autsushi: We’re getting married, bitches! Akutagawa: And we're about to make it everybody else's problem!

Chuuya: We can’t tell you because you’re not a member of the club. Dazai: What club? Kunikida: The hating Dazai club. Dazai: …The fuck? I should be the leader of that club!

(I just think that dazai hate himself)

Dazai to chuuya: Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time? Autsushi: AS ENEMIES?! Chuuya, face redder than a tomato:…. WHAT

Autsushi : Chuuya, I know you love Dazai. I mean, we all do, they’re a very nice person and I respect him immensely. Autsushi: But I think he might be a fucking idiot.

Autsushi: And have you learnt anything this Christmas, Chuuya? Chuuya: …Not really. Autsushi: Nothing? Chuuya: Tell you one thing I have learnt—Christmas; ultimately, commercial holiday. Who's the real winner at Christmas? Amazon. they have drones now! Tiny little dystopian slaves delivering iPads and headphones. I ordered a toaster; It was on the doorstep five hours later! Do we need that? It was 4.99! For a toaster! I mean, someone's being exploited here!

#i had too much fun with this #bungou stray dogs #bsd #incorrect bungo stray dogs

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panic-at-the-waffle-house · 4 months

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It’s been some time and I’m still not over chapter 115.

Damnit I wanted Aya and Bram to have the ultimate father and daughter relationship. They get a house, he gets legal guardian status, and they live a wonderful life with uncle Kunikida dropping by and maybe taking father Bram Bram on a date or two like is that so much to ask????!!!!

Teruko my love I have always loved you and now I want you to do what you do best and girlboss, gaslight, gatekeep your way back to life. PLEASE. YOU ARE TWELEVE YEARS OLD YOI HAVENT EVEN LEARNED WHAT ALGEBRA IS IN SCHOOL. PLEASE.

Fukuzawa you poor poor man. Give this man a damn break from everything and let him and Ranpo go on a vacay. Ranpo legally cannot die becuase if he does then that means Fukuzawa will die (internally) and I cannot let that happen to such a good DILF. Ranpo is gonna pull through fr fr. TRUST.

So like Fukuchi…you good man? Was that one Flintstone vitamin you had finally kick in? Wtf happened to Akutagawa then? He wasn’t stabbed with two swords? Was he? Idk. Everything makes my head hurt.

WTF IS TECCHOU AND KENJI. I NEED THEM.

Guys it may be Soukokover fr this time. It’s hard to be a BSD fan and a JJK fan. 😔✊

Fyodor is really pulling so many tricks on us. This ain’t Halloween Fyodor—just because we didn’t give you a treat DOES NOT MEAN you can keep tricking us.

Pls pls pls just give me Kenji back.

#anime #bungo stray dogs #aya bsd #fyodor dostoevsky #kafka asagiri #manga #chapter 115 #ranpo edogawa #fukuzawa yukichi #bsd fukuchi #bsd teruko #kenji miyazawa

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scriveyner · 1 year

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chase forever down 31/31

“Hot date tonight, Atsushi-kun?”

Atsushi didn’t look up from the text he was typing, he already knew that Dazai was performing his balancing act as far back as the chair would take him, a pencil held between his upper lip and his nose. Kunikida was trying his level best to ignore Dazai’s shenanigans, but Atsushi had been watching his rage meter tick silently upward all day and wanted to get going while the getting was good.

Continue on AO3 or:

“Something like that,” he said, closing his phone and putting it away. “Kunikida-san, I submitted my write-up of the ramen cart incident. If you don’t have anything else for me to finish, I’m going to head out.”

Kunikida looked up at him and squinted for a moment. “Which ramen cart incident?” Then he sighed and waved his hand dismissively at Atsushi. “I can’t believe I have to ask to clarify, what on earth are we doing here? No, Atsushi, you’re good. We’ll see you on Monday.”

Kyouka trotted to catch up to Atsushi at the door and he held it for her, closing the Agency door securely behind him. She gave him a sly glance. “You do have a date,” she said, and Atsushi snorted.

“Of course I do. Dinner and a show, like a real couple. The last time we tried this Dazai-san crashed it and it went…not great.” Atsushi wrinkled his nose at the memory, and Kyouka smiled. He glanced over at her. “You’re okay by yourself in the dorms? Haven’t had any trouble?”

She nodded her head. “It’s nice to have the closet space back, and Koro-chan sleeps in your futon now.”

Atsushi hung his head and groaned. “Replaced by a dog…”

“You could always move back in.”

“I don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate that very much,” Atsushi said dryly, and Kyouka laughed.

As he moved to step outside the building, Kyouka caught the back of his shirt and Atsushi hesitated, looking back at her. “Kyouka-chan?”

She was looking down at her hand, twisted in his shirt, and seemed surprised at herself. She released his shirt and folded her hands in front of herself. “I’m so glad that you’re happy,” she said, finally. “I miss you, but everyone can see how much you’ve grown.”

He flushed a little. “Kyouka-chan…”

“But,” she added, “if you leave us for the mafia I’ll hunt you down myself.”

Atsushi exhaled a laugh. “I promise you,” he said solemnly, “I’m not leaving the Agency anytime soon. Especially not for the mafia.”

She squinted at his face, scrutinizing him thoroughly, then nodded, apparently satisfied. “Tell your boyfriend to treat you well,” she said. “Or I will stab him many times.”

“I’ll see you on Monday, Kyouka-chan.”

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The early evening air was chilly, autumn losing its ground to the early onset of winter. It would only get colder as the sun set, so Atsushi wrapped himself up warmly in his scarf, tucking his nose into the fabric and hurrying along. He hesitated on a corner, waiting for the light to change, and looked at some flower arrangements in a window. He wondered how that would go over, but then looked at the prices and considered his incredibly light wallet, and felt very, very thankful for a boyfriend who made several times his salary.

Atsushi put his hand in his pocket and felt the small box he’d been carrying with him for days.

He bought some roses anyway.

“I’m home,” Atsushi called, taking off his shoes in the genkan. He came around the corner to find Akutagawa putting away dishes in the kitchen. He looked over at Atsushi, eyebrow raised.

“Welcome home,” he said, Rashomon still putting glasses away above his head without even looking. Akutagawa eyed Atsushi suspiciously. “What are you hiding from me, weretiger? Something smells like—”

Atsushi pulled the flowers from behind his back. “I bought you, uh,” he scratched his nose and blushed, presenting the small bouquet. “Flowers.”

Akutagawa stared at the flowers wordlessly for a moment, a small blush rising to his cheeks. He took the flowers from Atsushi with his hands, not Rashomon, and continued to stare at them as he held them.

“Is it…okay?” Atsushi asked, worried, because it was rare for Akutagawa to be struck entirely to silence.

“No one has ever bought me roses before,” Akutagawa said, softly. He teased one of the red petals between his fingers, and then his eyes shot up to Atsushi’s. They were glittering under the kitchen light. “I…do not know what to say.”

Atsushi smiled, reaching for Akutagawa and when he did not draw back brushed his hair off his cheek with his hand. “What time is the reservation for?” Akutagawa asked, and Atsushi had to stop and think.

“Seven thirty, I think?”

Akutagawa laid the bouquet on the counter. “What time is it now?”

“Not even five yet, wh—” Rashomon surged off Akutagawa’s shirt, pinning Atsushi’s arms to his side. “Hey! We talked about this, Ryuu—”

“You only need a half hour or so to get ready, correct?” Akutagawa asked, Rashomon carrying Atsushi along behind him as he headed into the bedroom, already kicking off his pants. “I’m going to ride you so hard your eyes will cross.”

Atsushi let out a loud whuff when Rashomon dropped him on the bed, and he bounced into the mattress once. “Whoa, whoa, hey—” Atsushi said as Akutagawa climbed onto the bed, straddling him and already pulling his sweater off over his head. “Ryuunosuke!”

Akutagawa pinned him to the bed, eyes transitioning to red. “You’re going to let me feed, and then you’re going to fuck me,” he demanded, fangs on prominent display.

“I don’t have a problem with either of those things, except—” Atsushi squirmed, working his arm out from where Akutagawa had it pinned. “Just, give me a minute, I gotta—”

He yelped when Akutagawa’s fangs sank into his throat and he panted, chin tilting back.

Akutagawa lifted his head, taking just enough to get Atsushi properly fuzzy. He sat back on his haunches, straddling Atsushi’s hips now, and glanced over at Atsushi’s hand. He’d gotten it into his pocket and promptly forgot what his arms were the second Akutagawa started feeding in earnest.

“What is this?” Akutagawa asked, prying Atsushi’s fingers off the box in his hand.

Atsushi blinked himself out of his stupor. “Uh, it’s…” he trailed off, as Akutagawa held the rounded box now in both hands, the strangest expression on his blood-streaked face. Atsushi slid both of his palms over his face, utterly defeated. He’d meant to do this later.

“I mean, if you don’t want to, I understand; but we’re, I guess, a thing and it just kinda felt right, and…” he peeked his eyes through his spread fingers as Akutagawa was doing another protracted silence and it worried him.

Akutagawa had opened the box.

“Weretiger,” Akutagawa said softly, “I will outlive you by magnitudes. You can’t mean to offer me what time you have.”

“I already have,” Atsushi lowered his hands. “We’re blood-bonded. That’s not like, a thing that just goes away. And I’d want to even if we weren’t.”

“Even so.”

“Besides, will you really outlive me?”

Akutagawa looked down at him sharply. “What does that mean?”

“I mean,” Atsushi said quickly. “Dazai-san is always up to a million things that have us risking our necks.” He winced at himself. “Sorry. But besides that…” he tapped his fingers against Akutagawa’s bare thighs. “That other blood-bonded pair Reina-san knows about? They’ve been together decades and have barely aged.”

Akutagawa was silent again, staring down at Atsushi before looking back down at the box in his hands. “Give me your hand, weretiger.”

Atsushi obediently offered his left hand, holding his breath. Akutagawa took out the ring and, gently, slid it onto Atsushi’s finger. Wordlessly Atsushi took the offered box, and Akutagawa’s hand, and did the same.

They held their position for a moment, Atsushi still holding Akutagawa’s hand, the overhead light glinting off the matching pair of gold rings; and then Akutagawa doubled all the way over and kissed him, thumping Atsushi back into the bed again. Atsushi laughed breathlessly against his mouth, and Akutagawa tilted his head further, so Atsushi couldn’t see his face.

“Are you alright?” Atsushi murmured into his hair.

Akutagawa took a ragged breath. “I will not cry over you, weretiger.” He exhaled again, shakily, breath stirring Atsushi’s collar. “Nor will I over the fact that you see me, all of me, the monster that I am, and still, and still you choose…”

Atsushi wrapped his arms tight around Akutagawa and just held him, rubbing his back. “I love you, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke,” he murmured into the crown of Akutagawa’s head. “I don’t quite understand how we ended up here, but I don’t regret a single moment.”

“Not even that you killed someone for me?” Akutagawa shifted his face against Atsushi’s shirt.

Atsushi was silent but knew this required the truth. “No,” he said, softly. “Not even that.”

Akutagawa pushed himself up on his arms and looked down at Atsushi. His eyes were slightly red-rimmed, but his face was dry, and Atsushi cradled his face with one hand. “Still wanna fuck?” Atsushi asked, because he was still very damn hard from being fed upon, and Akutagawa wriggling all over his lap.

His answer came in the form of a very aggressive kiss, and Akutagawa rolled them bodily, so Atsushi was on top, his palms thudding into the mattress framing Akutagawa’s head. Akutagawa spread his legs, pressing his knees into Atsushi’s hips.

“Minx,” Atsushi grunted.

His pants were still on, somehow, and he struggled to get free of his belt and get them down over his hips one-handed, Akutagawa’s hands hindering more than helping. He got his cock free and choked a little when Akutagawa, overeager, started rubbing himself against Atsushi.

“Slow down, slow down—” Atsushi fumbled, hand slipping on the pillow, and Akutagawa groaned, wrapping the sheet around his shoulders and allowing grey Rashomon tendrils to join the fray. They surged around them both, which was even more distracting, but Akutagawa tilted his head back as they plunged into his own hole without hesitation, spreading himself wide for Atsushi.

“Are you fucking kidding me,” Atsushi groaned, staring down between them. That was so hot, and his eyes darted to Akutagawa’s, who was watching him stare. Atsushi was too taken not to use this to his advantage; he put his hands on Akutagawa’s thighs, continued to hold his legs apart, and sank his cock slowly in.

Akutagawa was hot and tight, and the two Rashomon tendrils slid out around his cock, leaving Atsushi seated deep. He held himself there, listening to Akutagawa’s panting, hitching breaths, before he started to pull free—only to fuck back in again and generate a whole new symphony of choked-off groans.

“You’re so,” Atsushi shifted, running his hand up Akutagawa’s side, “good, Ryuunosuke, I love the way you feel…” they both groaned as Atsushi shifted the angle, and started moving just a bit quicker, rocking and grinding and watching the emotions play, unguarded, across Akutagawa’s face.

Akutagawa caught Atsushi by the half-open shirt, pulling him down close and into a crushing kiss, Akutagawa’s fangs nicking his lip, causing blood to bead that Akutagawa lapped up instantly. “Inside,” Akutagawa instructed, “I want all of it, inside—” and Atsushi groaned right back against him, kissing the side of his mouth, down his jaw, and to his throat. Akutagawa moaned even louder when Atsushi bit him hard enough to draw blood.

He felt Akutagawa go rigid, tensing with his climax, and Atsushi buried his tiger fangs in Akutagawa’s neck, hips pumping, the world going hazy as he fought himself to the edge. Akutagawa’s fingers in his hair, his voice cracked through, “love you so much, Atsushi—” and then he was over the edge, the climax yanked out of him, stars falling down his spine and trailing bursts of starlight in the corners of his vision.

Atsushi panted into his neck, Akutagawa’s blood pooling on his tongue, and Akutagawa turned his head slightly, fingers still twisted in his hair, and whispered, “husband.”

Dazed still, Atsushi lifted his head, brushed the wetness from Akutagawa’s eye with his thumb, and kissed him.

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“Honestly,” Akutagawa said, arm linked with Atsushi’s as they walked along the park. “I should have known better taking you there. We would have done better at an all-you-can-eat buffet. At least being kicked out of there would have been entertaining.”

Atsushi tucked his nose into his scarf, blushing to his ear tips. “You’re the one who started the fight with the maître de,” he pointed out, and Akutagawa scoffed angrily. “It’s fine, though, Akutagawa. It was funny.”

The moon was low in the sky, behind the buildings in the distance; and the air was chilly, rolling off the bay. They had some time to kill and while Atsushi would be ravenous later, it wasn’t like they couldn’t find food then. “What do you want to do tomorrow?” Atsushi asked, and Akutagawa considered this, although before he could respond Atsushi added, “outside of staying in bed.”

“Well, you clearly know my preference already, so I don’t know why you bothered to ask.”

“Because we have all night to fuck. I like going on dates.”

Atsushi slowed, and Akutagawa slowed his pace to match, giving him a quizzical look. A familiar, poorly-lit path that led away from the water caught Atsushi’s attention. “What is it, weretiger? Smell a midnight snack?”

“I’m not going to blow you in public tonight, I already told you that once. You’re starting to sound like Dazai-san, you know.” Atsushi looked at Akutagawa flatly. “Don’t say there are worse things.”

“I had no intention to; I do not wish to become anything like him in that manner.” He squeezed Atsushi’s arm because Atsushi was still staring at the path. “That is where I attacked you, is it not?”

“Yeah.” Atsushi sighed out a breath, the steam escaping into the night. “The first time you fed from me.” He turned from the dark path and looked out over the waters of the bay. “It’s weird that I’m glad for it, right?”

Akutagawa touched his cheek, and Atsushi looked over at him. “I’m glad too,” he said, softly, eyes glowing soft red in the moonlight. Atsushi smiled and leaned into the kiss.

“You know what?” Atsushi said when they parted.

“You’re going to say you’re hungry.”

“If you’re going to be a mind-reader all the time I definitely won’t blow you when we get home.”

Akutagawa smirked. “You will.”

“I mean it. I won’t blow you for a week.”

“I keep telling you, weretiger, you’re an open book to me.” Akutagawa turned them around. “We passed a ramen vendor earlier, my treat.”

“Well, I hope so, since you got us kicked out of the last place.”

The vampire and the weretiger walked off together arm in arm, their bickering fading into the gentle sound of the waves off the bay.

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the full, very unfinished, and VERY unedited draft of Clouds chapter 5

chapter title: Death No More

word count: 5020

reading over it now, the writing style is actually pretty good, but I heavily disagree with some of my choices in characterization, and also I like to think my sense of humor has improved a lot since 2021 (which was the last time I touched this draft)

warnings for pretty much all the usual things in BSD with the exception of graphic violence (didn't get around to writing anything actually violent because this was originally, you know. a crackfic). also this takes place during the Cannibalism Arc, so Spicy, if you somehow find this, maybe don't look. nothing happens to Kunikida in this chapter but there is a Kunikida pov in chapter 2 I think? don't remember honestly. also warning for mentions of disordered eating in Kenji's part

apologies again to the few Clouds fans out there for abandoning this

He drummed his fingers against the arm of the chair he was leaned back in. He could faintly hear the seconds ticking away in the corner of the room. Time was a strange concept, he thought. It was slow, and yet slipped by so quickly, and there was never quite enough of it.

Red-orange imprints of light flashed across his eyelids. Each tick of the clock felt like a gunshot.

"So," Ranpo said monotonously, face turned up to the ceiling.

He was answered with near-silence. He could hear them breathing, of course. But existence wasn't a response, was it?

He sighed and opened his eyes, taking in the room around him. "We don't have enough chairs, do we?"

Beside him, Yosano shrugged with one shoulder, light reflecting off her blouse in a way that stabbed at his eyes. He closed them.

"They'll be here in a few minutes," he said, and returned to reclining, draping an arm across his face.

Most of the time he was fine, really. He could go around and do things and not have to worry about how much of everything there was. And then there were times like this one, where everything became too much to even keep up the guise of the funny detective. Lights were too bright, colors too vivid, sounds too loud. One wrong move and he'd be stuck with a migraine for the next few hours, at least. Sensory hell, he called it. His very own hellscape, designed just for him! The universe knew him well, knew just what he liked and just what he didn't. There was a cruel sense of balance in that.

Amid the quiet cacophony, he could just barely pick apart the sound of shuffling feet. "We need more chairs."

The distinct sound of chair legs sliding back. "I'll get them!"

Atsushi, always so eager to please. A multitude of thoughts slipped through his mind. No, not you. No, not now, this isn't the time. There are people in the hallway. Don't go out into the hallway. Not you. He didn't have the time to arrange them properly. "No hallway for you!" he found himself saying. Yelling, perhaps, he amended. Wow, his volume and tone modulation was really bad.

He heard a sound that, by now, he could identify as the kid pausing. "...what?"

The footsteps behind the wall grew louder, by way of the Doppler effect, or whatever. He wasn't a scientist. He didn't need to be. He prepared himself for the slam of the door, for the explosion of noise it would make as it hit the wall.

The slam never came.

Instead, the door quietly slid open. Slowly, one pair of footsteps made it into the room, followed by a raspy cough. "Oh." A pause, and then ominous whirring. "Jinko."

Ranpo adjusted himself in the chair. Where was popcorn when he needed it?

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He plunged his consciousness into the depths of his overcoat and wrenched control of it. In one fluid motion, he raised its tendrils and hurled the were-tiger into the wall.

The were-tiger managed to flip in midair and land adequately, skidding back until his heels met the wall, leaving long claw marks in the floor. "Akutagawa," he spat. "Still as violent as ever, huh?"

He strolled further into the room. "And you're exactly as pathetic as always, Jinko. What makes you think you have the right to speak?" Rashoumon twitched and writhed around him.

The were-tiger let out a low growl. How fitting for an animal. "And what makes you think Dazai would appreciate you ruining a negotiation like this?"

His mind fell silent for a brief, eternal moment. A heaviness made itself present deep within him. He ignored it and straightened. Weak-heartedness had no place in someone like him. He hated to admit the were-tiger was right.

A voice interrupted his thoughts, crashed through them and pierced into the deepest parts of his mind. "Can't believe you'd ruin my fun like this, Atsushi." Dazai. He forced himself to stay still and ignore the sudden nausea and lightheadedness arising in him. Rashoumon curled around him in a way that was almost protective. He let it. "But I guess you're right. No point in wrecking all chances of a truce." He could hear the smile in his voice. The were-tiger didn't look the least bit terrified. He almost wanted to shake him for his insolence, for his stupidity in not noticing the danger just across the room.

"Yes, of course," he found himself saying, mouth moving as if not even under his control. It felt as if a fog was slowly distancing him from himself.

He felt Dazai's cold gaze turn to him. He forced himself to suppress all traces of weakness, to stand as stoically as he could. Emotions were weak, and he could never allow himself to be weak again. "Where are the others?"

Others? What did he mean by that? The executives? Another group entirely? He allowed the fog inside him to consume him until he couldn't remember what it was like to be human. Much better, he thought. "The executives had to stay behind to deal with...a certain issue. They'll come once it's been dealt with." The Boss had been found, finally, lying in a dumpster in an alleyway not too far from the mafia's headquarters, bleeding out, delirious, and yelling incoherently at a stray cat at the end of the alleyway. Their time was running out, ticking away so, so quickly, and therefore anyone available was immediately dispatched to either help the Boss, investigate what happened, or, in his case, start dealing with the detectives while everyone else was indisposed. He was told he would be negotiating, but, like always, it wasn't true. He was needed to fight. Death was all he was good at, after all.

"And they sent you?" The words were more of a statement than a question.

"Yes." He made himself look at his former mentor.

Dazai hummed noncommittally. He felt as if he had already been dissected and laid out for inspection. "Interesting decision," he said, and Akutagawa could almost believe he hadn't planned the entire situation out. "Well, anyway, that's disappointing. I was hoping to torment Chuuya a little before we were completely out of time." The other detectives almost seemed to collectively wince at the reminder. "Could you do me a favor and remind him he's short every once in a while?" To say his grin was unsettling was an understatement.

Wouldn't that be insubordination? He shoved the thought away and said yes instead. Antagonizing Dazai was one of the worst mistakes a person could do in their lifetime. And he couldn't afford to make mistakes. He couldn't.

He was spared from his thoughts by a crash as Dazai was knocked face-first into the table. "TIME ISN'T LIKE YOUR BANDAGES, STOP WASTING IT!" He searched his mind for a name. Kunikida Doppo. That was who had dared attack Dazai. He stared in mute horror. He knew firsthand what it was like to suffer under Dazai, but it was four years since he was thrown aside and abandoned. What bloodbath would ensue now? Akutagawa could envision it perfectly, a wave of darkness rising in him and threatening to drown him. First he would deliver an incapacitating kick, then crush the fingers, then carve out lines of red in places no one would bother to look—

Dazai laughed. He blinked. Dazai...was laughing. He barely restrained himself from stumbling back. The blood drained out of every part of his body, and he felt an excruciating pressure start growing in his chest. He glanced around the room, at the detectives who looked exhausted and unconcerned with what was happening right next to them. The only times he had ever seen Dazai laugh was when he was about to deliver a punishment more cruel than any human being would be able to come up with. Was this the power of the Armed Detective Agency? Were they really so unbeatable so as to not show even a hint of fear in the face of the Demon Prodigy?

A strangled gasp escaped him and quickly turned into a cough that tore itself out of his lungs. "You okay over there?" the Agency doctor asked monotonously, suddenly looking at him. Her eyes almost seemed to pierce through him and see the useless mess he was, how his body malfunctioned and his very self was so intrinsically flawed that he could hardly be considered a person.

He snapped up, wiping his mouth and pointedly ignoring the aching itch in his chest. He wasn't weak, he didn't need help, he didn't need anyone or anything, ever. "I'm fine," he spat, and struggled to suppress the next cough.

"Okay," she said, and turned away, clearly not believing him. "Whatever you say." He wanted to scratch that look off her face and beat her until she could see that he wasn't sickly and frail and weak. He may be completely useless, but he would never accept weakness. And, in that moment, he wanted to destroy everything around him until they understood that.

He realized that Rashoumon was floating around him and forced it to stay down.

Then he realized that Dazai was flying through the air and was unable to hold down the next round of coughs.

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He looked at the Boss's slumped figure in the car seat, still reeking a little of trash, rot, and the distinct smell of infection. They didn't have much time left. Ten hours, if he did the math right, which he did, of course. You can't exactly be a government experiment with the ability to manipulate gravity and not know at least something about how it worked.

He leaned back against the seat and turned his face up towards the ceiling. They had to make it. Had to. He didn't get this far in life just to lose to some greasy, edgelord-wannabe leader of a gang of emo war criminals lying semi-conscious, incapacitated, and restrained in the makeshift hospital of a group of pesky detectives. He laughed mirthlessly. The whole situation was almost funny. Here they were, on the verge of an all-out battle between at least three different organizations, with two important figures hours away from excruciating death due to a virus that ate them from inside, when the leader of the third group ended up being knocked out by a man-child with a can of beans because he decided he'd buy some dubiously fresh vegetables before plotting world domination in his gamer cave. No, it wasn't funny, it was absolutely hilarious, in the most tragic way possible. If this were a movie he'd be cackling with reckless abandon, but unfortunately it wasn't one, it was real, and he was stuck in the middle of it all with his Boss mumbling incoherently just to the left of him and almost everyone else in the Mafia scrambling to get to the Agency before Akutagawa either murdered someone or passed out and before Russian Ratatouille decided to make a break for it and start blowing up the world. He wasn't entirely convinced Dostoevsky was actually semi-conscious and not just pretending to be in order to attack in a moment of weakness, which made the time constraint even smaller, so much so that it felt like time itself was happily tying a noose around his neck.

Just thinking about nooses brought that bandage-waster to the forefront of his mind, which brought the whole incident at the office along with it. He pulled out his phone, already feeling the familiar wave of writhing, dark rage rising up deep within him to replace the annoying feeling of impending doom, and sent off a text he's been delaying for far too long.

why didn't you tell me that bandaged imbecile was out of the hospital? like we SPECIFICALLY AGREED UPON?

He felt the telltale signs of fury bubbling up towards the surface and shoved them back down with all his might. He set his phone down into his lap and closed his eyes, waiting for the onslaught of anger to calm before he ended up destroying everything in his vicinity. Though, Chuuya supposed it was better to have to deal with overpowering feelings of rage and traces of other emotions than be allowed to sit with his deep exhaustion in such a dire situation. After all, it was better to have the angry Mafia exec in a fight than a powerless, powerful barely-human who was so aware of how utterly estranged he was from the entirety of humanity that he wanted nothing more than to lie down and contemplate his own tragic existence. He'd rather be furious than empty. Not much could be done about the self-awareness, though. But it was fine. Chuuya would be fine.

Kouyou had told him, many times, that he used humor as a coping mechanism too much. She also told him that he broke too many phones, swore at his subordinates too much, and hid his problems behind a façade of a careless and hotheaded brute too much to not be concerning. He teetered on a narrow precipice between hating how well Kouyou saw through him and craving understanding and genuine connection with another person. Chuuya was a man of many faces, though, really, wasn't everyone?

"I'm gonna kill you, cat man," he heard Mori mutter quietly. He turned to face his Boss, who was staring blankly out the window. "Y'better watch out. 'Cause 'm gonna..." He turned away, not interested in hearing any more delirious ramblings. Here was yet another prime example of a man of many faces: a cruel military doctor, a calculating mafia boss with predatory tendencies, a regular man with questionable interests, a powerful man loyal to his cause, and a raving madman on the verge of death. What a deal.

His phone buzzed, and he found that he had received a reply.

thought it'd be funny lol

Soft-yet-jagged threads of a burning darkness shot through his entire body, raising his hairs with an unseen force and roiling deep inside somewhere adjacent to his chest, threatening to drown and blind him. He pressed his palms into his eyes hard enough to see stars and took a few deep breaths to salvage the torn pieces of himself from that dark and endless ocean. He could barely form a coherent thought. He grasped onto the first thing that floated up: the fact that he was in a car, then the subconscious realization that it would be highly inopportune to lose control here. As the seconds dragged on (time was running out, time was running out, time was running out), he gradually came back to himself with little reminders of who he was. He was Nakahara Chuuya, and he was who he made himself be.

After a while, he opened his eyes and waited for his vision to stabilize and for the shifting colors to fade away. He picked up his phone again and willed the corruptive, corrosive flood back under the surface. He was going to stay diplomatic. He was.

seriously.

The reply was nearly instantaneous.

yea lol

He typed a response. Deleted it. Typed another. Deleted it. Calmed himself down with thoughts of a cold metal rooftop under the setting sun. Typed a question.

well did you at least publicly embarrass him like I asked?

oh u have NO idea huh :D

what's that supposed to mean.

A typing bubble appeared, then disappeared. He looked out the window to find that they were almost at the Detective Agency's office. He would've gotten there faster on his own, but he had to protect the Boss, who was, at the moment, incapacitated and vulnerable, hence the convoy.

After a few minutes, a response finally came.

ill send u the sec camera recordings later

they're WILD

He stared at his phone for a few seconds. He wasn't sure what to expect, but it seemed like his plan was proceeding well enough for the time being.

sounds intriguing.

He shut off his phone after sending the last message. They were around a minute away from their destination. He couldn't allow himself any more distractions from the severity of the situation. He brought up everything that has happened to the front of his mind and allowed himself to sink into it.

It was time for the real fight to begin.

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Kenji was bored. He could sit still and do nothing for long periods of time, sure, but that didn't change the fact that he was just. So. Bored. Boredom was like an itch in his brain that he couldn't scratch no matter how much he tried, and it was almost agonizing.

He was tempted to start spinning on the stool again, but the last time he'd tried that—around thirty minutes ago—he'd ended up accidentally putting a dent in the corner of the cabinets with his foot, and had to drag the trash can over from the corner to cover it up. He'd tell Yosano-sensei about it later.

His foot was bouncing again, he realized after noticing the rhythmic tapping noise coming from the floor. He told it to stop. As people in the village always told him, he had to stay still sometimes or else he'd scare away the animals. That, of course, never happened because all of the animals loved him, and he loved them back.

Thinking about his love for animals only made him think about food, which in turn made him aware of how hungry he was. It was like a small burning pit in his stomach, twisting and turning like an unruly horse. He was used to it, though. Sometimes sacrifices had to be made to be strong.

He felt like he could eat a horse. Wait, no, that was bad. Horses weren't food.

Kenji sighed and spun around, slowly, to face what he was assigned here to watch: Fyodor Dostoevsky, a guy who seemed to be pretty mean by the looks of it, but also had a cool hat. Maybe if they were lucky he'd turn out to be like Nakahara-san, a little mean-looking and violent but ultimately kind and the coolest city person he'd ever seen. But, if the faces of the rest of the Agency were anything to go by, then he didn't think they would be that lucky.

Dostoevsky wasn't really doing anything interesting, which was part of the reason why he was so bored. He mostly just slept, or half-slept, and on the rare occasion he opened his eyes they'd be dull and lifeless. "Rare occasion"...as if it hadn't only been two hours. Time was so different in the city. In his village, keeping track of time was much easier. Here, there was too much going on to really notice it passing, too much noise, too much action. It was fast and slow and here and then gone.

Kyouka-chan was here with him earlier, but she left without a word a while ago, and he decided not to pry. Prying was, as he had found out through experience, not very good.

Prying...he wondered what was in all of the cabinets Yosano-sensei had. He doubted there would be anything to eat. But he wouldn't look, because he shouldn't.

Kenji sighed again and stood up. He ambled over to the curtain hanging from the ceiling, mostly held back by a strip of fabric of the same color so that observing the patient/prisoner would be easier. He looked up at the links it was hanging from. It was such a drab color, nothing at all like the countryside, with its vivid greens and yellows and blues, and the sounds of the animals and plants, and the smell of the food always on display in the market...

His stomach rumbled and sent tiny, sharp pangs through him. He didn't need the food yet, he had a job to do, and that was to stop Dostoevsky from escaping if anything happened. He couldn't eat when he was needed, he reminded himself. Food was a reward for a job well done.

The door quietly opened and closed. He recognized that faint, ghostlike presence and whirled around. "Kyouka-chan!"

Her hands were holding two crêpes, one in each hand. A growl started up in his stomach again. One of the crêpes had honey and lemon inside it, with a bit of powdered sugar on top of it all. To say his mouth wasn't watering would be a lie, and he hated lying.

Kyouka briskly approached him, knife glinting at her waist. "Eat," she said, and handed him the honey and lemon one. His favorite.

"I can't," he said, waving his hands in front of him. "I need to be strong for this. It's my job."

Kyouka shook her head. "No. You need to eat," she implored him. She had the blank face she usually had when thinking and the Port Mafia, and his stomach sunk as he realized how serious she was. Not that she wasn't usually serious, but now he knew that he wouldn't be getting out of it.

"But..." he began, "the job..."

"Kenji. I haven't seen you eat even once in the past few days. I know how unpleasant that is." His stomach sunk further. He couldn't just abandon the job, it would be dishonest and disloyal. "Kenji," she repeated, and stretched the crêpe out to him. "You need to eat." She paused and looked at a point near his eyes. After a long moment, she continued. "And sleep."

"I'm fine, though."

Her face took on a colder aspect. "I think you'd find you'd rather eat this crêpe than find out the other methods I know of putting people to sleep." That was her attempt at a joke, he could tell, but he could also tell how painful it was for her to make it.

Kenji sighed and took the crêpe from her. Kyouka-chan was more than capable of covering for his absence. He'd have to apologize profusely to Kunikida-san later.

"You need to sleep too," he found himself saying as he took a seat.

"I'll be fine." She took a bite of her crêpe, and he did the same. She seemed to contemplate something. "You won't be, though. You might be strong, but you're still human." Something dark and bleak shone in her eyes as she said that, something wholly unfamiliar to the boy he was before coming to Yokohama but now something he'd been seeing more and more often.

He turned her words over in his mind, barely noticing how his leg started bouncing again as he savored the sour-sweet taste of the crêpe.

Kenji supposed he had just learned a new lesson.

__________

Ranpo tugged at a stray thread as he carefully listened to the new fight begin. This fight was between Dazai and Kunikida, a regular occurrence in the office, so he wasn't particularly interested in seeing it play out. Two fights in the span of, what, fifteen minutes? Really, where was popcorn when he needed it? (In the safe under the main office room. In one of the drawers in the temporary kitchenette set up in a corner. Deep under the couch cushions.) And pain meds. But he'd bother Yosano about those later. Now wasn't the time to burden them.

The clock on the wall continued to sound like an endless series of gunshots shooting off into the abyss. Life really was like one giant battle for him. Lights were like Kunikida's flash bombs, Akutagawa's incessant coughing was like bombs going off in the middle of a hurricane, everyone's breathing was a heavy wind battering at him, and the faint, loud buzzing of electricity sounded like heavily bass-boosted 2013's-era brostep aimed straight at his ear drums. Not to mention that they were one wrong move away from launching into an actual war, though, if he predicted things correctly, then war would've been imminent either way. There was more to the Rats in the House of the Dead than met the eye, but he was never quite partial to seeing, was he? He was a great detective and could figure out anything. Which was how he knew that they were completely f—

The door exploded open with such force that he flinched and nearly fell out of his chair. His eyes flew open and he squinted through the sudden brightness to find that the door was not, in fact, lying in pieces on the floor but rather was just standing open. His mind raced to piece his thoughts together after the sudden interruption. How had he missed the footsteps?

At the door was Fancy Hat Dude, or Chuuya. He supposed it was time to start referring to people properly because it would be such a shame if all chances of (another) negotiation were ruined due to his "improper manners". He scoffed to himself.

Chuuya was no longer at the door, he noted. Rather, the executive was striding over to Akutagawa, who was nearly doubled over, clutching his stomach and coughing violently. Ranpo's ears were still ringing from the cacophony of sound, and he could feel a migraine developing behind his eyes from the sensory hell he was in. He tried to glance over at Yosano and convey his pain through friendship telepathy or whatever, but quickly regretted when he realized that even the smallest eye motion felt like two stabs delivered straight to the back of his eye sockets.

He leaned back again, massaging his forehead with his palms.

More footsteps were coming up the stairwell and down the halls. Great. No, really, it was great, because now they could finally start discussing what to do with the smelly, gross, and also highly criminal guy currently (presumably) unconscious in a soundproof room that was under supervision by two fourteen-year-olds, and also how to deal with the fact that Fukuzawa (and Mori, he supposed, though he didn't care about him and would actually be rather pleased with his demise) was less than ten hours away from an excruciating death. But he wasn't stressed, not at all, he was a great detective and nothing could ever faze him.

...

Okay, yeah, fine, he was extremely stressed and they were all screwed.

__________

That idiot had forgotten to take his meds again, because of course he did. Anything that could go wrong would go wrong, huh?

Burning darkly both inside and out, he strode over to a choking Akutagawa. He slammed his hand into his back, allowed for the power to radiate out and stretch around a new form, and then quickly floated him over to the Agency doctor, who he'd taken note of as soon as he'd stepped into the room.

"Take him," he barked, and then quickly severed the undulating waves of power stretching out between them. Akutagawa dropped onto the conference table like a sack of potatoes. He didn't have it in him to muster any extra sympathy. "We'll need him later."

He glanced behind him. After verifying the presence of the rest of the Port Mafia higher-ups, he focused in on himself and channelled energy through his legs and into the floor. The floor jolted with a low boom. That got their attention.

"Hey, Armed Detective Agency idiots," he began. "Get yourselves together. We have a lot to discuss. Namely," he said, jerking a thumb over his shoulder, "that."

As if on cue, through the door stumbled in a shaky and deathly pale mafia boss, leaning heavily against a flickering little girl. Mori had thankfully come out of his delirium near the end of the endless half-hour car ride, but it was still clear that he wasn't exactly in mint condition, and having been left wounded in a dumpster for several hours was doing nothing to improve his state. If the cannibalism virus didn't kill him, then the infection from whatever was teeming in the dumpsters behind the "Mori Corporation" buildings certainly would, and god, wasn't that a cheerful thought. The future sure was bright and smiling, huh?

"And that," the Boss continued, pointing a thin finger left.

There was a brief moment of complete silence punctuated by stifled coughs. "Rintarou, that's a plant," Elise piped up. "Dofuto...dosutoefu..." She paused. "Whatever. The Russian's that way." She pointed right.

"Ah, Elise-chan, of course..." the Boss muttered.

He thought he'd been a loyal part of the Port Mafia for long enough to not get smote on the spot for daring to speak against the Boss, which is exactly why he decided to speak up after half a second of deliberation. "Can we just get on with it already?"

Every eye in the immediate vicinity seemed to turn to him at once.

"The hatrack's right. We should all stop getting sidetracked and start trying to solve the issue of both of organizations being on the verge of collapse. You know, I'm actually surprised the hatrack even had it in him to come up with such a beautiful idea, this entire time I was convinced his hat consumed his brai—"

The fact that he managed to keep himself from violating all of the Geneva Conventions within the span of a second was a testament to his self-control, and only marginally more impressive than the speed with which the blond detective kicked the offending waste of bandages into the nearest wall.

"Please ignore him," calmly said Kunikida. "He does this a lot, my apologies. Let's proceed to the topic at hand."

He was a little awed. He made a mental note to buy the detective wine as compensation later.

"Yes, of course," Mori said, sounding strangely distant again.

#yeah thats literally where the draft ends #i told you it was unfinished #'how is this unedited but reads so eloquently' because i have literally the worst writing process imaginable lol #i write every sentence to be perfect right off the bat before moving onto the next perfect sentence #i never even learned how to properly edit/revise my own writing #anyway yeah #this is the last cloud update for the rest of forever #ill link this in the fic summary before anonymizing it #clouds

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starlightshadowsworld · 14 days

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Kyouka’s going to go back.

Because she’s a member of the Armed Detective Agency. And the Agency do not leave anyone behind.

Atsushi ran back on a sinking ship, risking his life to bring her back with him. Dazai talked to her when she’d already given up, giving her the strength to pass her entrance exam.

Kunikida made sure any calls made on her phone would alert him to come help her. Atsushi and Fukuzawa (manga) lied to the police about her identity. The President boldly claimed her as his grand daughter. And dared anyone to say otherwise.

They never left her behind.

And Kyouka has never left them behind either.

Kyouka fought Kouyou after Atsushi was stabbed. She blew up a ship to save Atsushi from Akutagawa.

She went back to the Port Mafia to save Junichiro. Kyouka ran back into the government building and stayed in a vent for 3 days because she wouldn’t leave Atsushi behind.

So why would that change now?

The Agency, Atsushi gave her something to fight for, a will to keep on living in this world. The hope that she could be more, that she didn’t have to hurt people anymore.

When Fitzgerald kidnapped Atsushi (season 2 episode 20/ chapter 27) Kyouka was left alone on the docks.

Kyouka: Why did you show me the light? Why did you give me hope?

Police: Your under arrest on suspicion of serial murders.

Kyouka: Goodbye. Please don’t give me anymore light.

The Agency are the only place someone like her can exist in. They accepted her as one of them and no one will take that from her.

They are her light.

Her hope.

Her family.

She lost one family.

She can’t bare to lose another.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd kyouka #kyouka izumi #bsd atsushi #bsd junichiro #bsd spoilers #bsd manga spoilers #bsd 118 #bsd 117 #bsd 118 spoilers

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sskk-ao3feed · 3 days

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The Crimson Island

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/7BmRysA by newtosaurus05 "The Crimson Isle", he says and watches as the faces surrounding him scrunch in either a sheepish attempt to hide their laughter or a wince. "The ... Crimson Isle", Yosano asks with a raised eyebrow, the puzzled amusement clear in her tone. No-one else dares to speak, lest they get on the captain's wrong side. Yosano Akiko has no such fears. She's known the man who is regularly referred to with the words daunting, aggressive, psychopathic and ruthless for a few years now, and sure, the man has his bad days, but the rumours are laughably inaccurate. As they usually are with placated bounty-hunted pirates. But as of the moment he speaks of a place from a children's tale, Yosano is not sure she can take Dazai seriously. - A fairy-tale and ghost-story. An off-maps myth that is supposed to hold all the booty one could wish for. A curse and a blessing if the rumours have any truth to them. Dazai would have doubted the whole story from the start, only if there weren't these recent talks. Dazai reaches into his pocket to check the compass once more, but this has to be it. - Or: Dazai and his crew are after the myth of a mysterious island - and guess whom he meets O.o Words: 7235, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M, Other Characters: Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edgar Allan Poe (Bungou Stray Dogs), Yosano Akiko (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Gin, Kunikida Doppo (Bungou Stray Dogs), Miyazawa Kenji (Bungou Stray Dogs), Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nikolai Gogol (Bungou Stray Dogs), Sigma (Bungou Stray Dogs) Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo/Edgar Allan Poe (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu & Edogawa Ranpo (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo & Yosano Akiko (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Pirate, Corruption, Slow Burn, Dazai Osamu is Bad at Feelings (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya is So Done (Bungou Stray Dogs), Arahabaki is a black panther, Curses, Witchcraft, Pirates, Doctor Yosano Akiko (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo is a Little Shit (Bungou Stray Dogs), author has no idea what they're doing, bear with me, mentions of abuse, Not Beta Read, Cinnamon Roll Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Minor Character Death, Blood and Violence, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, How Do I Tag, Strangers to Enemies to Lovers, Dazai-Typical Suicide Mentions (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai-Typical Suicide References (Bungou Stray Dogs), I'm Bad At Tagging, Fluff and Angst, Boys In Love, Why Did I Write This?, There's A Tag For That, Swearing, like a lot, Found Family, Eventual Fluff, Idiots in Love, Feelings Realization, Denial of Feelings, Original Character(s), Stabbing, Shooting Guns read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/7BmRysA

#ao3feed sskk #akuatsu #fic rec

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madraleen · 2 months

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bungo stray dogs ch.117

-NO SHIT, FOR ONCE WE WERE RIGHT?! BRAM'S ACTUALLY POSSESSING AKUTAGAWA? also bram looks so kind and so sad :((( -i can't believe we're seeing bram die a second time :') but i also like it, 'cause we're getting some closure -"you'll have to pardon me" what kind of stab in the heart… -NOT THE BRAM-DAUGHTER TRAGIC BACKSTORY! -"princess… my valiant daughter… you, yourself, must become the knight" faints -nooo, bram with his daughter on his back :"))) DUDE, ASAGIRI, CHILL FOR A SEC! -BRAM'S DAUGHTER! COMING TO GET HIM! WELCOMING HIM! -nooo, bram :') goodbye :') we'll miss you :') so much :') his final scenes were handled beautifully, hats off to asagiri and harukawa -someone better take good care of aya after all's said and done. -hey, aku-kun <3 hey lovely, long time no see, we've missed you :') <333 my, that's some puffy hair you're sporting there, my love -FROM ONE HELL TO ANOTHER- KUNIKIDA, TANIZAKI, BE CAREFUL -"what the hell is happening at this airport?!" AHAHAHAAHAHA -dude, fyodor serves cunt even just in silhouette -oh yes. of course gozen can leap through space and time, why not. of course. I DON'T SEE HOW WE'RE GETTING OUT OF THIS ONE, GANG! -oh, tanizaki never ran? atsushi took him? interesting -I FORGOT THEY GET LIQUEFIED OH MY GOD. no. come on. there's no way kunikida dies now. it's reversible. it must be reversible. there's no way. there's no way, right? there's no way. ASAGIRI IF I CATCH YOU ASAGIRI- no. there's no way. right? "both this blade and death itself has no power to harm thee" maybe literally?? -no, you see, at this point i want gozen to stab tanizaki, 'cause it'll just confirm this isn't perma-death, right? there's absolutely no way for TWO agency members to get killed. absolutely no way.

#bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs manga #manga commentary #it's fine we're fine it's fine it's fine we're fine we're-

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chuuyascumsock · 2 years

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Lament of a Bleeding Heart Incorrect Quotes Part One || Spoiler Warning

MC: Chuuya, keep an eye on Dazai today. He's going to say something to the wrong person and get punched.

Chuuya: Sure, I'd love to see Dazai get punched.

MC: Try again.

Chuuya, sighing: I will stop Dazai from getting punched.

—

MC: While I'm gone, Dazai, you're in charge.

Dazai: Yes!!!

MC, whispering: Chuuya, you're secretly in charge.

Chuuya: Obviously.

—

*Atushi and Dazai sitting in jail together*

Dazai: So who should we call?

Atushi: I'd call Kunikida, but I feel safer in jail.

—

MC: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time?

Dazai: The car takes a screenshot.

Kunikida: For the last time, get the fuck out.

—

MC: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.

Dazai: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?

MC: Yes!

Chuuya: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

—

Akutagawa: MC, my old arch enemy.

Atushi: ... I thought I was your arch enemy?

Akutagawa: I have a life outside of you, Jinko.

—

MC: Let me show you a picture from last night that really upset me.

Dazai: Okay, but in my defense, Chuuya bet me 50 cents I couldn't drink all that shampoo.

MC: That's not what I wanted to- you drank SHAMPOO?!

—

MC: You often use humor to deflect trauma.

Dazai: Thank you.

MC: I didn't say that was a good thing.

Dazai: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny.

—

MC: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail.

Dazai: No it's my fault, I shouldn't've used my one phone call to prank call Chuuya.

—

MC: On the count of three, what's your favorite cake? One, two, three-

MC and Dazai, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks!

Atsushi: Our turn, Kyouka! One, two, three- vanilla!

Kyouka, deadpan: I've never had cake, what is cake.

—

Atsushi: *Screams*

Akutagawa: *Screams louder to assert dominance*

MC: Should we do something?!

Dazai, observing: No, I want to see who wins this.

—

Dazai: There is no future. there is no past. do you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every facet.

MC:

Atsushi:

Kunikida:

Everyone Else At Dazai's Surprise Birthday Party:

MC: All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake first.

—

Dazai: So are you flirting right now?

Chuuya: I AM LITERALLY STABBING YOU!

Dazai: That doesn't answer my question.

—

MC: Remember when you didn't try to solve all your problems with attempted suicide?

Dazai: Stop romanticizing the past.

—

MC: Hey, it's your turn to wash dishes.

Akutagawa: I'LL WASH THE WALLS RED WITH YOUR BLOOD.

MC: 'Kay, but before that, wash the dishes, also use soap this time?

—

Oda: So, how's MC?

Dazai: Oh, she's well. She's been staying out of trouble lately— which is a lot coming from ME, haha—

MC: *Runs into Lupin* If anyone in the mafia asks, I'm dead. *Runs back out*

Dazai:

Oda:

Dazai: ... I take it back, will you excuse me for just a second? *Runs after MC*

—

Chuuya: What the hell are you writing?

Dazai: The government wants to know what kind of weapons we have in the mafia. I'm letting them know it's private information.

MC, looking over Dazai's shoulder: This just says "fuck around and find out" in calligraphy.

—

MC: That's ridiculous, Dazai and Chuuya don't have feelings for me—

Oda: Yes they do.

Ango: Yes they do

Chuuya and Dazai: Yes we do.

—

Chuuya: I may be "small", but I am not cute!

Dazai: It's adorable when you try to be tough!

Mc: *Nodding her head in agreement*

Chuuya: Stop it! I've killed people! I'm not adorable!

—

Yosano: So... You scored a 28 out of 28 on your mental health questionnaires.

MC, looking at Dazai: That means we're good at mental health, right?

Yosano: It means you're having a crisis.

MC and Dazai: Oh.

—

MC: Chuuya, you have to apologize to Dazai.

Chuuya: ... Fine.

Chuuya: "Unfuck you" or whatever.

—

Dazai: MC, you deserve an award for putting up with me.

MC: Don't say that, you are my award!

Dazai: Chuuya, you deserve an award for putting up with me.

Chuuya: Damn straight I do!

—

MC: Okay, so apparently the "bad vibes" I've been feeling is actually severe psychological distress from being in the mafia—

—

Dazai: MC is the most perfect woman who's never done anything wrong in her entire life!

Chuuya: Never done anything wrong?! She blew up a rivaling mafia's warehouse!

—

MC: Are you ready to commit?

Dazai: Like, a crime, suicide, or a relationship?

—

MC: Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight.

Atsushi: But are you shuffling?

MC: Everyday.

Kunikida: What language are you two speaking?!

—

Ango: No, absolutely not.

MC: ...

Ango: What have I said about batting your eyelashes at me?

MC: "That only works on Dazai and Chuuya"...

—

Dazai: I may have accidentally poisoned someone's drink while trying to make a concoction to kill myself.

Kunikida: YOU WHAT—

Dazai: I hope it's mine. *Chugs his drink*

—

Dazai: Guess what? I have flaws. What are they? I sing in the shower, I spend an unnecessary amount of time on my looks, and I occasionally commit first degree murder—

—

Chuuya: I know I haven't exactly proposed to MC yet, but in my head we already have a house, two kids, and a dog.

—

Chuuya: I'm so frustrated, I hate everything, and I hate everyone.

MC, voice cracking: Everyone?

Chuuya: *Sighs*

Chuuya: Everyone but you.

—

Dazai: What can I say, I'm charming and irresponsible.

MC: Don't you mean "irresistible"?

Chuuya: No, he doesn't.

—

MC: Smart is attractive, educate me on something I don't know!

Dazai: The mouth of the jellyfish is also the anus.

MC: Stop.

—

Chuuya: Valentine's Day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than to drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant other and pos—

MC: Chuuya, guess what? I wrote you a poem!

Chuuya, already crying: You did?

—

Chuuya: Yesterday, I overheard MC saying "Are you sure this is a good idea?" and that damn Mackerel replying with "Trust me," and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

—

Atsushi: *Walking around disappointed after visiting an aquarium*

MC: Atsushi, what did you think a tiger shark was?

—

MC: We just ate. Why are you making pancakes?

Chuuya: For the dogs.

MC: Why are you making pancakes for the dogs?

Chuuya: They don't know how.

—

Dazai: That was so hot, MC.

MC: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets.

Dazai: I'm so in love with you.

—

MC: I love murder mysteries!

Dazai, trying to impress her: I've been a suspect in over a hundred murder cases.

—

MC: You've got to learn to love yourself.

Atsushi: But don't you hate yourself.

MC: Yeah, but this is about you. Stay focused.

—

Chuuya: You're alive.

Dazai: No need to sound so disappointed.

—

Dazai: Guess what I'm about to get!

Kunikida and Chuuya: On my nerves.

—

Dazai, throwing his head into MC's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!

MC, lovingly stroking his hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.

—

MC: I made you all playlists!

MC: Akutagawa, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul.

MC: Dazai, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression.

MC: And Chuuya has the ABBA Gold album.

—

Dazai: Hold on! I'm having one of those things... a headache with pictures.

Chuuya: What the fuck?

MC: He's having an idea.

—

MC: What's it like being tall?

MC: Is it nice?

MC: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

Dazai: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb 4 chairs, 2 boxes, a small coffee table and 6 oddly placed stools to get what they want.

Chuuya: It was one time!

—

MC: Do you feel any better?

Chuuya: I feel much better now that you here with me.

*Dazai walks in*

Chuuya: I feel half better.

—

Dazai: Someone take me to art museums and make out with me.

MC: But they said not to touch the masterpieces.

Dazai: Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall.

Ango, on a walkie talkie: This is Ango, those idiots are fucking around in the East wing again.

—

*MC is telling a story*

Dazai: Wow, MC, this story has everything! Action! Adventure! Romance!

Atsushi: Romance?

Dazai: I have a crush on her.

—

MC: Come on, Atsushi. Nobody actually believes that Dazai is in love with me.

Atsushi, to the ADA: Raise your hand if you think that Dazai is helplessly in love with MC.

*Everyone raises their hand*

MC: Dazai, put your hand down.

—

MC: You are irrationally angry 365 days a year.

Chuuya: Well, that's just your personal opinion, I don't have anger issues. Do you guys think I have anger issues?

Dazai: Well, I wouldn't really call it an issue. An issue is something you can fix.

—

MC: Do you guys ever have a civilized conversation that doesn't require insulting each other every time you get a chance?

Dazai: No.

Chuuya: No.

MC: Didn't think so.

—

Chuuya: When I first met you, I did not like you.

Dazai: I'm aware of that.

Chuuya: But then you and I had some time together.

Dazai: Uh-huh?

Chuuya: It did not get better.

—

Dazai: I told MC her ears flush when she lies.

Chuuya: Why?

Dazai: Look.

Dazai: Hey MC! Do you love us?

MC, covering her ears: No.

Chuuya:

—

MC: You bought a taco?

Chuuya: Yes.

MC: From the same truck that hit Dazai?!

Chuuya, with a mouthful of taco: Well, me starving isn't gonna help him.

—

Dazai, in a high voice, holding barbie: Hey ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!

MC, in a deep voice, holding ken: Nonsense, barbie. you're staying home and having my kids.

Chuuya: What the fuck are you guys doing?

Dazai: Playing systemic oppression.

—

Dazai: Hey.

MC: Yes?

Dazai: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it's on?

MC:

MC: Where's Chuuya?

—

MC: In your opinion, what's the height of stupidity?

Chuuya: *Turning to Dazai* How tall are you?

—

MC: *Holds a sign that says "Prom?" outside

Chuuya's window*

Dazai: OH my God, Yes!

MC: *Yelling up* No, tell Chuuya!

Dazai: Hey Shorty! I'm going to prom with MC!

—

MC: Hi, sorry I'm late. I was doing a couple of things and got distracted.

Chuuya: I'm "a couple of things".

Dazai: I'm "got distracted".

—

MC: Two years ago, I married my best friend.

MC: Dazai is still mad about it, but me and Chuuya were drunk and thought it was funny.

—

MC: Dazai and Chuuya annoyed me today with their arguing so I told them that I can't wait to see what they have planned for our special day tomorrow.

Atsushi: There is nothing special about tomorrow.

MC: But there is something special about watching the color leave their faces as panic takes over.

—

MC: *looks at Akutagawa*

MC: Baby boy. Baby.

MC: *looks at Dazai*

MC: Evil.

—

Dazai: The moon looks beautiful, doesn't it?

Chuuya, looking at Dazai: Yeah... but do you know what's more beautiful?

Dazai and Chuuya in unison: *sighs* MC

—

Dazai: Uh, I think I got your lunch. *Holds up a note that reads: 'I am very proud of you. Love, MC'*

Chuuya: Oh yeah. I didn't think this was for me. *Holds up a note that reads: 'Be good. For the love of God, Please be good.'*

—

Kunikida: I haven't seen Dazai and MC for fifteen minutes now.

*Outside a nearby window, a car without a driver inside is seen rolling down a driveway, with Dazai and MC running after it in a panic. Kunikida doesn't look outside at all.*

Kunikida: That probably means they're getting into trouble.

—

Dazai: Hey, do you know the password to Chuuya's computer?

MC: Fuck you, Dazai.

Dazai: Hey!!

MC: No, you misunderstood, the password is "fuckyouDazai".

Dazai: Oh, no numbers? Not very safe.

—

Mori: Did you take out MC as I requested?

Chuuya: MC has been taken out, yes.

Mori: You have my grat-

Chuuya: It was a great restaurant.

Chuuya: We had a romantic candlelit dinner.

Chuuya: MC proposed afterwards- we're filing the wedding papers.

—

Chuuya: Do you ever get pre-annoyed? Like you already know someone is going to piss you off?

MC: What? No, I—

Dazai: *enters room*

Chuuya: *jaw clenches*

—

Dazai, to MC: You know, Chuuya can be really aggressive, so it's important to take all the necessary precautions when approaching.

Dazai: *blows airhorn at Chuuya* GET FUCKED!

—

MC, Dazai, and Chuuya: *Discussing a plan for a mission*

MC: Any questions?

Chuuya: Uh, yeah, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?

MC: Uh, a plan, duh...

Dazai: Chuuya, chill, I know it's weird, but MC has a point.

Chuuya:

Chuuya: THAT WAS LITERALLY A PONY DOODLE WITH A HAT!!

—

MC: Dazai isn't talking to me.

Chuuya: Enjoy it while it lasts.

—

*MC sneezes*

Chuuya: Hey, dumbass, are you sick? Here, let me wrap you in a blanket and hand-feed you some warm soup while singing you a lullaby—

*Dazai sneezes*

Chuuya: Oh my god. Shut the hell up.

—

Chuuya: You're pathetic!

Dazai: You're pathetic-er!

MC: You're both losers.

—

MC: Don't worry, I've got a few knives up my sleeve.

Atsushi: I think you mean cards.

Dazai: She did not.

MC, pulling out knives: I did not.

—

Dazai, reading a recipe: Beat three eggs?

MC: It means like in hand-to-hand combat.

Dazai: Ohhhh-

Chuuya: Both of you get out of this kitchen.

—

Dazai: Would you take a bullet for me?

MC: ...yes?

*Chuuya angrily burst into the room*

Dazai: *running away* Great, thanks!

—

MC: Without ugly, there would be no beauty in this world.

Dazai: Thank you for your sacrifice, Hat rack.

—

MC: *About the mission* What's the signal when something goes wrong?

Dazai: We yell, 'oh shit.'

Chuuya: ...That'll work.

—

MC: The results are in, I'm afraid you have updog...

Mori: What's updog?

MC: Chuuya! Dazai! Get in here, I told you I could do it!

—

MC: *sneaking in through their window*

Chuuya: *turning in his chair and flicking the light on* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

MC: I was with Dazai?

Dazai: *turning in his chair* Wanna try again?

—

Mori: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?

MC, whispering: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?

Elise, whispering: Because I have little hands.

MC: Because she has little hands.

—

Chuuya: The first time I ever got upset in front of MC, they put their arms around me and it was so awkward that I had to ask them if they were hugging me or reaching for something on the shelf behind me.

MC: I was doing both, for your information.

Dazai: The first time MC hugged me, it was such a disaster we didn't make eye contact for, like, a week after.

—

MC: I think Dazai is in trouble.

Chuuya: Alright. Struggling to give a fuck, if I'm honest.

—

MC: When I said you should try being friendlier this isn't what I meant.

Chuuya, stirring a cup of tea aggressively: Oh, so now I'm TOO friendly? There's no pleasing you!

Dazai, who broke into their house an hour ago: Two sugars please.

Chuuya: Coming right up!

—

MC: Oh Chuuya, we have a visitor!

Chuuya: Don't tell me it's Dazai.

MC: It's Dazai.

—

MC: Can we go out to get icecream?

Oda: Did you ask Ango?

MC: He said no.

Oda: Then why did you ask me?

MC: He's not the boss of you.

Oda, internally: It's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap.

—

Tachihara: Do you cook?

Chuuya: I made a cake once.

MC: Yeah, it was good.

Chuuya: Really?

MC: Don't make me lie twice, Chuuya.

—

Dazai: All in all, a 100% successful trip.

MC: But we lost Chuuya.

Dazai: All in all, a 100% successful trip!

—

MC: Akutagawa made Atsushi cry!

Dazai: Atsushi always cries!

Atsushi: That's not true! *cries*

—

MC: You need a hobby.

Chuuya: I have a hobby!

MC: Drinking wine and brawling Dazai isn't a hobby.

—

Dazai: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like MC a little bit.

Kunikida, holding Dazai's notepad: You doodled your wedding invitation.

Dazai: No, that's our joint tombstone.

Kunikida: My mistake.

—

MC: There are three ways to handle a difficult situation. The right way, the wrong way, and the Dazai way.

Chuuya: Isn't that the wrong way?

MC: Yes, but it's faster.

—

Akutagawa: Sometimes I like to place my hands on someone's cheeks, look into their eyes...

Akutagawa: ...And violently jerk their head until it snaps.

Atsushi: ...That took an unexpected turn.

MC: So did their neck.

—

Mori: *To MC, Dazai, and Chuuya after a failed mission* I hope you have an explanation for this.

Dazai: We have three actually-

MC: Pick your favorite.

—

Q: Adults are the most insanely stupid people I have the displeasure of interacting with.

Chuuya, referring to him and MC: Even us?

Q: Especially you guys.

MC:

Chuuya:

MC: Petition to kick Q out so he stops insulting us.

Chuuya: Seconded.

—

Chuuya: WHO ATE MY BREAD?!

Chuuya: I'M GOING TO FUCKING K-

MC: I did?

Chuuya: Kiss you and buy some more, you haven't been eating anything today MC.

*walking away*

MC:

MC: He's gone Dazai.

Dazai, coming out the closet with bread stuffed in his mouth: Twankh uh!

—

MC: Hi, who's this? Dazai changed all of my contacts to mythical creatures.

Chuuya: What's mine?

MC: Dwarf.

Chuuya: WHAT THE FUCK, I'M NOT THAT SHORT?!

MC: Oh, hey Chuuya.

Chuuya: FUCK YOU!

Rival Mafia Member, smugly, after security arrives to escort Chuuya, Dazai, and MC out: So, do you wanna walk out of here or do you wanna be carried out?

Chuuya, in defeat: Let's go.

MC: Wait.

Chuuya: What?

MC: I'd kinda like to be carried out...

Dazai: Me too.

Chuuya:

—

Dazai, grinning: Before you were what?

Chuuya: Before I was-

Dazai: What?

Chuuya: Before I was inter-

Dazai: Before you were interrupted?

Chuuya: Cut me off one more time and I swear I'll-

Dazai: What?

Chuuya: *makes frustrated sound*

MC, nervously: Stop that. Before he hurts you.

—

Chuuya: So, MC is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.

Dazai: Why?

Chuuya: Because I've caught her trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row.

MC, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your asses in a mission.

—

MC: The ritual. To preform it requires a sacrifice.

Dazai: Sacrifice? I nominate Chuuya.

Chuuya: Wait, what?

Dazai: Because you're little, you'll fit on a barbecue.

Chuuya: I'm 5'3", it's like average height in most of the world!

Dazai: Yeah right—

MC: Its not that kind of of sacrifice guys!

—

Dazai, planning a group disguise for a mission: You can't be Blake Bortles, I'm Blake Bortles.

MC: Fine! Then I'll be Jake-

Chuuya, under his breath: Don't say Jortles.

MC: Jortles! And I work at the molotov cocktail department.

—

MC: What are you two arguing about this time?

Chuuya: He's always using common phrases incorrectly!

Dazai: Cry me a table, Slug.

—

Fukuzawa: Dazai, can I speak to you for a minute? In private.

Dazai: Ooh, someone's in trouble. It's me. I don't know why I did that.

—

Kunikida: You spent all your money on THIS??

MC, putting tiny raincoats on ducklings: They live outside. They need this.

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