#yandere odasaku

[animeyanderelover]

Can I request PM! Dazai, Odasaku (separately) and ADA! Dazai introducing their s/o to (or s/o meeting) their friends (you may add the orphans for Oda if you want)? (And maybe what each of their friends think of s/o)

I think this is my first time writing for Port Mafia Dazai.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, abduction, abuse

Introductions

PM! Dazai Osamu

🤎He’s weirdly giddy when he dolls you up in cute clothes hiding your scars and injuries, about to meet up with Ango and Odasaku at their usual spot. The sweet smile he’s giving you contrasts with the way his nails dig into your hair as he tells you that he’s about to introduce you to his friends, people important to him. So behave for him. Honestly, this Dazai doesn’t hide anything really, he doesn’t tiptoe his way around things and has taken you because he desired you without any consideration for your own thoughts and feelings. Your terror is obvious to the eyes of Ango and Odasaku as you shakily introduce yourself, Dazai’s tight hold on your hip a warning. Without a doubt both feel incredibly sorry for you, Odasaku actively trying to lessen your fears and making you feel uncomfortable. He’s slightly disappointed in Dazai too for treating his lover so cruelly, he’ll definitely attempt to have a talk with the Executive later on.

🤎Chances are that he’ll flaunt you in front of Chuuya at one point too. Honestly, the orange-haired male is very aware of Dazai’s antics of throwing himself at gorgeous people and asking them to commit double suicide with him so he initially just assumes you’re yet another unfortunate victim of Dazai’s ridiculous behavior. Until the man one day actually brings you along, completely out of the blue with a lovestruck yet very sinister grin on his face. You’re more casually dressed as opposed to the time where you met Odasaku and Ango so some of the wounds Dazai inflicted on you are visible for Chuuya’s eyes. The main reason Dazai brought you is to prove his partner in the Mafia wrong but showing him that it isn’t another fluke but a serious relationship. As serious as it can be with you visibly terrified. Dazai is very touchy with you in hopes of annoying and disgusting the other man. Whilst that does happen too, Chuuya mainly realizes once again just how crazed Dazai is.

Odasaku

🖋️Odasaku can't keep the fact that he has a s/o secret for eternities, especially not since he's the closest friend of Dazai who notices subtle signs. From there on Dazai makes his own assumptions and soon starts pestering the older man about it because he'd be delighted to meet you. Ango, whilst also slightly curious how Odasaku manages to have a relationship whilst being part of the Mafia is more respectful. It isn't like Odasaku plans to keep you a secret from his friends, especially Dazai, but at the same time he also wants to keep his occupation away from your knowledge. So if he's going to introduce you to Ango and Dazai, then only after he's had some discussion with those two and has made a plan. He has to keep Dazai in check though because there is the risk that the Executive might plan on bumping into you by sheer "accident", such is his eagerness to meet you. Dazai is happy for Odasaku, he sees how much the man adores you. Ango on the other hand is slightly more conflicted as he wonders how long this happy picture may last until the truth gets revealed.

🖋️The orphaned children are close to his heart and all five of them are whining his ears full too the moment Odasaku reveals to them that he has a partner. He eventually brings you along. Not only because he wants you to have a taste of the delicious curry in the shop but also to introduce him to the owner who also takes care of the kids and the children themselves. The owner welcomes you warmly when meeting you for the first time. Odasaku is a good person in his eyes who sacrifices a lot to guarantee that the children are provided with everything they need so he deserves happiness in his eyes too. The kids on the other hand are nearly out of control when seeing you because everyone wants to talk with you and do something with you at the same time so you get pulled back and forth by them until Odasaku mildly chides them to not overwhelm you. Sakura asks you the innocent question if you two plan to marry, something that manages to make Odasaku blush. He's not opposed to the thought though.

ADA! Dazai Osamu

🤎Even now on the side of the good guys, Dazai is still pretty cautious and skittish about who he introduces his darling to. Just keeping you all for himself does sound like a dream because he could spend every day with you but he is surrounded by people who are very sharp so at one point one of the other members might talk to him about it, either because they saw him with you in public or because they've managed to see through him. Once the cat is out of the bag anyways, there is no reason to not bring you over to the Agency once, even if it's very out of the blue. All the members are just minding their daily and somewhat questionable routine until Dazai suddenly walks in, arms wrapped around the visitor he's brought with him. He dressed you up in adorable clothes although you did plan to dress up prettier anyways considering that you were about to meet all of his co-workers and his boss. That's when chaos breaks shortly out as anyone scrambles away to tidy up the place.

🤎Osamu did it with purpose, no doubt, as he grins amused upon seeing everyone shortly panicking whilst trying to appear professional and normal when greeting you. Kunikida could strangle him for that but he can't in front of you which Dazai properly abuses, especially by being very affectionate with you. Naomi and Kenji are gushing over how cute the two of you look, Kyouka stares at you curiously, Ranpo lazily introduces himself before sitting back down and watching you two, Yosano is quick to talk to you about your clothes, especially when finding out that Dazai helped choosing them, and Tanizaki and Atsushi are slightly nervous to talk to you since both respect Dazai, Atsushi in particular. Fukuzawa is making sure that no one overwhelms you for now since it's your first time meeting all of them. He'd hate to leave a first bad impression considering that the Agency tends to be very chaotic when there's no work to do since all members have their own quirks.

[spacexseven]

i need to write more for oda actually.

cw: yandere character, stalking, implied breaking in

oda doesn't know when he fell for you.

he doesn't know when the slight curiosity he felt about you turned into a deeper fascination, or when his envy for your seemingly ordinary life turned into an uncontrollable yearning to be part of that life, or when he stopped just watching you from across the street and instead became your shadow, watching you enter your workplace after your lunch break with a peculiar sensation eating away at him.

but these days, he finds himself dreaming a lot.

he dreams about walking beside you to a shared home, sitting across you as you eat the sandwich you always have for lunch, he dreams about holding your hand in his—are your fingers cold, from all the time spent indoors working? will you grab onto his in an attempt to dispel the cold sensation in your fingertips—and he dreams about you telling him that you missed his warmth, that you missed him. he dreams about showing you his manuscript, and you going on about all the things you liked in it. he dreams about waking up beside you, he dreams about you meeting his kids, and—

he dreams about a life he can't have with you.

sometimes, he does wonder—aren't you lonely? you go back to your apartment after a day of work you clearly don't enjoy, eating the same meals over and over all alone, and putting up a smiling façade so you don't have to explain your worries to anyone every day. doesn't it get tiring? don't you wish you had someone to see you for who you are, and run a hand through your hair when things get unbearably hard? oda doesn't think of himself as a very expressive, or affectionate person, but something inside of him wants, so terribly, desperately wants, to be that person for you.

there are times that he almost wants to walk up to you and start a conversation; when he finds you playing with the strays that sleep outside the store, or the time you bump into him and apologize before disappearing back into the crowd, when he finds you staring across the port, lost in your own thoughts. maybe if he had the courage to, he could slot himself into your life all those times, and made a place for him there. he'd have waited for you to crawl into his arms, and he'd have been happy.

but instead, he settles for hoping and dreaming. now there's an extra unused toothbrush next to his, and the brand of soap you like to use in his bathroom. he even gets his hands on the shampoo you like and the creams you use and arranges it all the way you do, except he also makes room for his things. he buys a larger blanket and more pillows and begins planting the evidence of your existence. it doesn't exactly help, because now he wants more. but oda doesn't mind. he's spent his whole life wanting, and a little more won't hurt him.

but one day, when you walk out of the bakery with your sandwich in its usual paper bag, oda thinks he'll walk up to you. one day, eventually. until then, he can go on pretending, and dreaming.

[the-last-f2p]

teenager Reader who feels insecure about their scars for (yandere) oda ( yandere) ango and (yandere) dazai ( together platonic ofc and I would like for reader to be fem or gender neutral)

TW: Gender neutral reader, swearing, yandere behaivour, implied kidnapping, I feel like Dazai was close to manipulating reader but bbg Ango saved the day.

Oda has been increasingly getting worried about you. Maybe it was just a teenage thing? But Dazai never acted like you were doing so queue worried father figure.

Ango on the other hand could care less are you dying? No? Then it doesn't really matter. He does care though he's too sleep deprived to give any fucks .

Dazai knows exactly whats going on. He knows everything about you and it's absolutely not creepy! He just really likes you to the point of not obsessing over you.

So when they all gather around to figure out what the hell is wrong with you well Oda and Ango try and figure it out Dazai is trying to brainstorm ideas on how to off himself. But he'll occasoinally put in some input.

And after 1 painstaking hour Dazai finally speaks up

"Oh is that what you're trying to figure out? Oh they're self concious cause of their scars." Dazai just smiles like he wasn't messing with them and that he deffintly only figured it out at that moment.

Shock.

Absoulte shock and then aggressive calling of you they were practically screaming for you to come to the Lupin.

You rushed there obviously thinking that something horrible happened but oh? But the trio where all there looking perfectly fine well as fine as they usally are.

"Why didn't you tell us? Do you not trust us?" Ango started giving you a worried mom look what is he talking about.

"I-" You were slightly confused but Ango continued "Is it because of Dazai?" You mean depending on what it was it could be but you decided to just say.

"Why would it be because o-"

"If it's cause of me I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you self concious about your scars Y/Nnnnn..!" Dazai says in an over dramatic tone.

"Be quiet." Finally someones on your side "They're obviously not gonna tell us." You were about to thank Oda but you got bandages chucked at your head. Wait..

"Here. Maybe you can use these? Out of sight out of mind.. Oh that was stupid sorry.." Oda smiled at you awkwardly it was nice of him you guess?

"But thoughtful~" You add on to what he said. "GASP Y/N has bandages are you gonna match with me are you are you are you?" Dazai picked the bandages out of your lap and started to unravel them "Can I put 'em on? I'm an expert y'know?" Dazai grins.

"Well I haven't decided yet..." "C'mon pleeeaasssee.?" "LEAVE THEM ALONE DAZAI" "Pleeeaaassseee Ango?" You tuned out the rest of the conversation but you felt a little more comfortable now with yourself , your friends, your everything. That's great anything to make you feel comfortable in one of their houses unable to leave. For your saftey of course.

[bluemoondust]

Can You Do Headcanon Yandere De N, Damian (Pokémon), Atsushi Nakajima, Odasaku And Marrow (RWBY) With A Motherly And Caring Personality Darling?, Thank You And Forgive My Bad English

A good chunk of these men are touch starved so this was fun to write 。^‿^｡ Also, no need to apologize! Your English is fine!

When it came to searching up Damian, this is who showed up so I hope I got the character right! Edit: My dumbass found out that Arven's name is Damian in the Spanish version of the game (plus he kept showing up when I searched up Damian). I hope I got this right so please let me know if I didn't!

✧Motherly Darling✧

✧Currently Playing✧: Lock Me Up by The Cab

Characters: N Harmonia (Pokemon), Arven (Pokemon), Nakajima Atsushi (BSD), Sakunosuke Oda (BSD), Marrow Amin (RWBY)

cw: fem!/gn!darling (implied, no pronouns)

Warning(s): Obsessive Behavior, Overprotective Behavior, Slight Paranoia and Stalking

✧N Harmonia✧

Instantly attached the moment you show genuine care for him. N had already heard from your Pokemon that you were a magnificent person. They would only speak praises upon praises about how you love them as much as family would. It warms his heart to hear such things. So when he interacts with you, learning that your kindness extends to people and not just Pokemon, he immediately wants to keep you around.

The man has never experienced true care outside of his caretakers (Anthea and Concordia) so he is incredibly touch starved. His lack of experience with actual human beings has distorted his views of humanity and the norm (especially with what Ghetsis has taught him), making him socially stunted. N, however, doesn't feel out of place when he's with you. He truly feels like an actual person and not a freak because of your patience and attentive nature. You were able to pinpoint his struggles and aid him when necessary, never chiding him for the habits he has (speaking quickly, his hyperfixations, the ability to speak with Pokemon, etc.). It was an issue he was facing with after Team Plasma dissolved, but now he feels a sense of security because of you.

That's why N isn't really fond of being away from you for too long. He's grown dependent on your motherly nature and refuses to let go anytime soon. As I mentioned before in his general yandere headcanons post, it's hard to say no to this man when he looks like a kicked Lillipup. You feel extremely guilty when you try to refuse his offers to hang out. He doesn't have anyone else and he finds comfort in you...maybe your friends can wait. N needs you right now.

✧Arven✧

This is the same case with Arven, but he's not willing to admit it just yet. Unlike N, he is not ready to be fully vulnerable due to the grievances he's faced as a child. As we all know, his mother/father wasn't around often and he became independent at a very young age. He is the type of yandere who will keep his feelings to himself as he admires you from afar. Your immense amount of love and affection was so...unfamiliar to him. Foreign. He didn't know how to deal with it at first.

Though one thing is obvious to him is that he can't get enough of it. You're always reminding him to take care of himself and helping out when you can. It was odd since he's used to doing everything on his own. It...it feels good to rely on someone else for once. Was he...missing out on this for all his life? Arven reflects on things before he becomes attached to you. It's somewhat subtle but at the same time obvious. He's always by your side and doesn't go out of his way to befriend others (not like he was trying to do that in the first place).

Arven is so protective over you. It may seem endearing at first, how he stands by your side whenever you're speaking to your own friends. He's like your guard dog or something like that. Holding your hand as he squeezes it gently (you've made it a habit to hold his hand and he certainly didn't object after a few times of it happened) as he glowers at your friends. You insist to yourself that it's just his usual expression, but it really isn't the case in this scenario. He can't fathom why you even need these people when he could obviously provide you with so much. His insecurities eat at him slowly everyday. Aren't you satisfied with having him around? You don't need them...

✧Atsushi Nakajima✧

From the moment you showed your unconditional affections and compassion, Atsushi couldn't believe you actually existed. Not only are you such a warmhearted person, but you don't even expect anything in return. His heart strings are pulled with every kind action and word you take/speak. Coming from a place of hardship and pain, Atsushi had to take some time to process the way you were. It was something he clearly wasn't used to but...he couldn't help but be drawn to it. It's odd to admit it but maybe, deep down, he craves this sort of treatment. Something you just can't get enough of once you have a taste.

Then there comes the fear. You're so precious and ever so kind. It's the perfect set of traits that horrible people like to ruin. The world is just like that; where awful human beings like to destroy the beauty of it all. You're no exception and Atsushi would be damned if he allowed you to meet the same fate. He becomes protective, and why wouldn't he? You're living in a city where danger seems to lurk in every corner. You...understand why he insists to walk you home, right? Not only to make sure you're safe, but also for peace of mind. Though, sometimes he finds himself searching (and following) around for you in secret whenever his paranoia strikes him.

Atsushi can't help it. He simply cannot lose you, a person who has shown his genuine care when no one else did. You are literally the light of his life. The very person who keeps him going. He'd do anything to ensure you are never in any danger. The thought of you dying out there frightens him to tears. Always holding your hand when when it's just the two of you, just to make sure you're still with him. He feels like it's his obligation to do all this. Otherwise...what good is he to you? There might be better people in the world for you but...but he wants you!

✧Oda Sakunosuke ✧

Congratulations, darling! You just earned yourself a protector who will stick by your side no matter what. Oda immediately could see how much you hold your heart on your sleeve (unless there's more to it as he observes you). He admires your personality and has no doubt that you're a light that shines brighter than most. You have his deep respects. The tenderness in your eyes and voice when you aid others is very evident. You're definitely too good for this world. He wonders if you ever have struggles of your own. Oda doesn't mind your care or concern for him, but do expect him to return the favor, no matter how much you protest against it. The two of you are both an adorable sight, honestly.

Still, as a yandere, Oda can be a bit protective but he isn't going overboard in his actions. He does work for the Port Mafia, so he does make sure you're under some form of protection in case of anything. I will say that he is the least yandere to concern yourself over due to many variables that keep it that way. His ability is incredibly useful if anything were to go wrong. However, even then, it doesn't get to that point unless someone really wants to seriously hit him where it hurts. Also, Oda doesn't get jealous often. He has faith in you, your kind hearted self, but he worries about how others can take advantage of your kindness. Oh, and he's honest about that. He sits down to talk to you about it and knows you'll listen, taking his words to consideration. What a lovely man he is.

Oda definitely introduces you to the orphans he's taken in. He knows you'll love them and in turn they'll love you as well. He believes they really do need someone with a motherly presence, given how they don't have that anymore. If he wasn't already obsessed with you before, watching you play with the kids certainly made him want you even more. You've been a lingering thought, a dream to be added to the one he already has. More than ever, Oda wants to be a novelist who writes with a view of the ocean...and you by his side with kids of your own (if you'd want that). His drive to leave the Port Mafia is stronger as he makes sure nothing from that organization reaches your senses. Don't worry...You two will have the life you always wanted.

✧Marrow Amin✧

Marrow is an open book when it comes to how he feels about you (for obvious reasons). However, he won't admit that outright. He has a reputation after all and he can't get mushy on the job. This is what he insists as he quickly grabs his tail to stop its wagging. A dead giveaway of course. Even if Marrow is an open book, that's only half of what's going on. He deeply appreciates your kindness and it's evidently in the way he looks at you when he believes no one is around. Unlike some of the other yanderes in this post, he doesn't have much insecurities. Sure, with his background as a faunus and the potential discrimination he had faced, it could brew about self esteem issues. However, Marrow does not dwell on all that, especially since he's made it this far in life. Even so, he really enjoys the way you treat him.

The man doesn't even have to ask for anything as you go out of your way to assist him. It's cute to him, but he presents his response as a smooth, "Oh, I had that covered" just to dismiss how much he appreciated the help. It's not like Marrow is undermining your actions...and he really does feel bad when he's alone with his thoughts. Especially when you're offering your help to others instead. A sense of guilt washes over him, but also jealousy. He honestly can't stand watching you give so much attention to the newcomers who General Ironwood made official huntsman and huntresses. Like, sure, they're young and impressionable (and he likes them too!) but aren't you supposed to be aid him? I mean, he's the rookie and all (something he doesn't say out loud a lot...). Marrow can't help but watch you longingly from afar.

He's come to be accustomed to your attitude, praise, and warmhearted behavior so it was a matter of time before Marrow became completely attached. He is now sticking by your side more, giving you puppy eyes for his morning coffee, insisting you check him for injuries despite the fact that he only got hit once while fighting some Grimm and much more. Heck, he even hopes you're watching him when training or fighting off Grimm so he can hear from you how amazing he is. It just feels special coming from you...There are times where you feel like all you see in your day is Marrow. It was if your schedule only revolved around being assigned to assist him. You don't question it too much, especially since Marrow was still new to the Ace Ops. He needed guidance and all the help he could get. Is that really true though?

[yandere-romanticaa]

When I tell you that this man would do absolutely anything for you, I mean every. single. word.

Odasaku does not really consider himself as a particularly romantic person which he can't help but to feel a little sad about sometimes. He can come off as too deadpan or maybe even a little unserious when he is joking around with you but there is nothing on this Earth that could help him describe the way he feels about you, there is no word in any language which could be used for the sheer strength and passion he feels when he simply thinks about you.

One of his main love languages is definitely acts of service - the man will walk behind you, trailing like a lost puppy as he carries all of your bags without a care in the world. He also payed for absolutely everything as well, you are physically not allowed to take out you wallet in front of him. If you do, he'll tickle you. Yes, I am serious. And if you aren't ticklish he will find some other way to playfully torture you in public. What, you thought he has shame? None, that word doesn't exist in his vocabulary, especially when it comes to you.

He loves taking you out on dates whenever he can, even if they are quite simple but that's what the both of you like. Coffee dates, shopping dates, maybe even some cute reading dates in which you pester him in sharing the details of his novel with you to which he begrudgingly agrees. He can't say no to you, it's simply beyond him.

His services can of course extend to the darker side as well.

Oda knows his stuff, he's strong and his ability is a great bonus as well. If he ever feels the need to pull some strings or something even more diabolical he isn't going to stop.

It's all for you. He will do everything he can to keep you safe.

Even if he hasn't necessarily spilled blood on his own volition he has ways to dispose of potential threats.

If it gets too rough he can always ask Dazai for a favor to which the young man will gladly agree.

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OK OK BUT HEAR ME OUT BC I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO STOP THINKING ABOUT YANDERE ODA WHERE HIS S/O GETS IN A LIFE-THREATENING SITUATION WITH AN ENEMY GROUP AND BRO GOES INSANE. ALSO THERE IS NOT ENOUGH YANDERE ODA WTF- (at least romantically) ALSO COULD U DO THE SAME PROMPT WITH RANPO???? IF NOT THEN DO JUST ODA >:)) (or whoever else u wanna include >:))

AHHH i’m so happy to see you in my inbox! i really love this request! there fr isn’t enough of yandere oda it’s heart breaking</3. thank you for requesting!

Their Darling Gets Into a Life Threatening Situation; Oda Sakunosuke and Ranpo Edogawa

Format: Headcanons and Scenario

Possible warnings: Yandere behavior, dark content, kidnapping, reader getting slightly injured, blood, violence

Oda Sakunosuke

One day he arrived home to an empty house. Oda frantically called out your name, but you wouldn’t respond. He searched every room, the closets, even the shed outside, but he found nothing. Now he started to panic.

Did you manage to escape?

No that couldn’t be possible.

He looked around the house for any signs of struggle, and he found quite a few. He found some blood, your hair, and a note telling him about your whereabouts.

How did he not notice those things before?

As he read the note, he only got angrier and angrier. He felt as if he was about to explode from how infuriated he was.

He immediately grabbed his guns, put them in his coat, then headed to where your location was. He was beyond furious at this point. He tried to calm himself down, but he just couldn’t. Your life was on the line because he was unable to do the one thing he promised to do; protect you.

Let’s just hope that he felt a little bit of mercy towards the poor souls that he’d be directing his anger towards.

Scenario…

You shuffled uncomfortably in the ropes that you were bound up in. As of now you were sitting on a wooden chair in a dimly lit room. It was cold, and you were injured badly. You felt as if you were going to pass out. There were no signs of life besides the occasional laughter from just outside of the door. This honestly had to be worse than when Oda first took you in.

You were about to pass out from exhaustion, but then you started to heard faint gun shots and people screaming. This immediately put you on edge. The only thing you could do is stare at the door in anticipation. Where you about to die? Was this it?

After one final guttural scream, the gunshots stopped and you let out a shaky breath. Your ears rang at the loud noises that the firearm had produced.

Your vision was starting to get hazy as the door burst open. You slowly looked up and your gaze met a familiar red head’s. There was a small amount of blood trickling down his cheek alongside some stains on his tan coat.

“Oda?” You asked weakly. “You came.”

Oda quickly ran behind you and started to untie the ropes that you were bound in. “Of course I did, darling.”

“I didn’t think you would,” you muttered. You then looked at the door way; the enemies bodies flooded the floor. “You said you wouldn’t kill people… Why?”

Oda finished untying you, then walked in front of you. He then cupped your cheek. “They hurt you.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re about to pass out,” he snapped back. “C’mon, let’s get you back home.”

You looked up at him with no energy left to argue. You nodded, then looked down. “Are you going to keep me locked up again?”

The man only sighed at your question. He then picked you up bridal style and started to walk away with you in his arms. “Close your eyes.”

You did as you were told and closed your eyes. As soon as you left the room you were held in, the smell of death instantly invaded your senses. You scrunched up your face in disapproval. You hoped that you wouldn’t have to smell anything like this again in your life. It made you nauseous.

“We’re almost outside, my love,” Oda said after a while.

Eventually you felt the light invading your senses. You slowly opened your eyes, then immediately closed them. You had to readjust to the light since the room you were kept in was barely illuminated. It took you a few minutes, but you were finally able to open your eyes without the need to squint.

The two of you shared no words as you journeyed back to your eternal prison. You felt weak; you were unable to move, it hurt to talk, and you could barely see.

Eventually the two of you reached Oda’s home. He opened the front door then carefully placed you on the sofa. He ran off somewhere, then came back with a small med kit.

He opened it and took out some rubbing alcohol. Oda then started to treat your wounds. You hissed as you felt the alcohol disinfect your open wounds.

“I apologize,” your captor eventually spoke up. “I was unable to protect you.”

“It’s fine,” you said as you winced. “There was nothing you could’ve done.”

Oda stayed silent, deep in thought. He then took out the bandages from the med kit and started to wrap up your wounds. He started with the ones on your arms, making sure to not put too much pressure on it. He was careful with his movements, not wanting to hurt you.

When he moved onto your other arm he spoke up once more. “I’ll have to keep a better eye on you. I’ll ask Dazai for some henchmen to guard you.”

You hummed at his words. In the moment you didn’t know what to say, so you opted to staying silent.

“(Name)? I love you. Don’t ever forget that.”

Ranpo Edogawa

When he arrived to a quiet, empty house, he somehow managed to stay calm. He immediately put on his glasses and used his ability to figure out what happened.

Ranpo then deduced that some random gang decided to break into his house and rob him. When they realized that you were there locked away, they thought it would be best to kidnap you to get rid of any evidence.

Ranpo calmly headed back to the agency and told them about your disappearance. He of course made it seem like you stayed with him willingly, but nonetheless he told them.

The agency believed him.

Well, all except for one. Dazai didn’t believe he was telling the whole truth, but he wouldn’t pry. He had issues of his own.

The man was strangely calm. You’d think he’d be panicking in a situation like this, but he wasn’t.

He truly is a strange case.

Eventually they tracked down your location, and they got you out of there.

Scenario…

You lay down on the ground, fighting consciousness. You had to stay awake. If you didn’t, well, you don’t know what would happen to you. You were scared.

The room you were kept in was well lit. There was a small bed that was infested with bed bugs, a window with bars over it, and blood all over the walls. Your best guess was that this once served as a torture room. The thought of that alone chilled you to the core. Were you next? You hated that thought…

As you were about to close your eyes you started to hear yelling. You frowned as you managed to stand up from the ground. You then headed towards the door and looked through the small window that it had.

The sight before you was nothing you’ve seen before. It was Yosano, Kenji, Atsushi, and Ranpo. They all were fighting your kidnappers, aiming to disarm and or subdue each one.

Ranpo was the one to notice you watching the four fighting. He immediately darted to the room you were kept in and unlocked the door. Ranpo then opened it and tackled you in a hug.

You winced as you two fell to the ground. Ranpo was holding you so tightly— you felt as if you couldn’t breathe.

“Ranpo,” you said. “Too tight..!”

He immediately loosened his grip then looked up at you. As he hugged you he made sure to avoid any injuries you sustained.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “Are you alright?”

You nodded. “I’m fine. I’m just very tired is all.”

He looked over some of the injuries you had received. He then looked over at Yosano and called her over.

Yosano ran over towards you with a slight frown. She practically had to throw Ranpo off of your body before she looked at your injuries. Once she noticed a particularly deep cut on your thigh, she used her ability to heal you. If the cut was left was left without any treatment, you would’ve bled out.

Butterflies swarmed you as you let out a relieved sigh. You were still tired, yes, but at least you weren’t on deaths doorstep anymore.

Yosano got up and joined back in the fight. Ranpo then walked over to you and sat next to you. He took out one of your favorite candies from his pocket and gave it to you with a neutral expression.

“Take it,” he spoke. “You look like you need it.”

“It’s not drugged this time, right?” You whispered. ��I’d much rather be conscious when you drag me back to your place.”

Ranpo sighed. “It’s not drugged. Don’t worry.”

You slowly unwrapped the candy, then plopped it in your mouth. You then directed your gaze towards the fight with a saddened expression. Most of your kidnappers were currently incapacitated.

“Thank you,” you said as you swallowed the candy.

Ranpo nodded. “It’s the least I could do for letting you get kidnapped and get hurt.”

You only stayed silent.

“(Name), I love you so much. I know you don’t think I mean it, but I truly do.”

requests are back open! i’d also like more yandere requests yk

have a good day/night!

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Oda Sakunosuke (self-aware)

Self-Aware! Oda Sakunosuke x GN! Reader

Warning: OOC. Yandere. Slight stalking. Spoilers for Untold Origins, Day I picked up Dazai, Dazai Osamu and Dark Era. English is my second language.

Becoming self-aware

🍛 Oda Sakunosuke become self-aware the moment after he died.

🍛 At first, he felt empty. Katsumi, Shinji, Sakura, Yuu and Kousuke... Were their death just a plot point? A 'food' for 'tragedy lovers'?

🍛 Oda quickly managed to collect himself. Right now, he can't do anything. He needs to investigate. He needs to think everything through.

🍛 Stuck between Living World and Afterlife, Oda continue to stroll down Yokohama streets, as a ghost, unseen by everyone.

🍛 Oda was observing. He was looking after ADA, he saw their pain, he saw Dazai's fury.

🍛 Oda was also looking after Port Mafia. Oda saw, that Mori tried his best to keep Port Mafia members calm. To create a strategy that will resolve this bizarre situation. Oda felt the rage of other Port Mafia members.

🍛 Oda was looking after Ango. He saw panic of his former friend.

🍛 Oda saw everyone. Oda saw, how confused and lost everyone were. The world they knew didn't exist anymore.

🍛 If the world 'exist' can be said about fictional world and characters.

🍛 Oda saw other ghosts. Andre Gide, a person, dressed in a winter coat, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko and others. Oda was sure, that there was more ghost. They were almost invisible. But, he was sure, that they were here.

🍛 Other ghosts wasn't very talkative. Oda didn't try that hard in making a small talk.

🍛 And Oda was thinking. He remembered every book he has read. He thought about every time characters has died or suffer. It didn't make the author a bad person for writing these books. It didn't make readers bad people for liking these books.

🍛 Oda still feel sadness. Sadness for kids' death. Sadness for other characters.

🍛 But, despite everything, Oda can't bring himself to be angry.

🍛 It wasn't anyone's fault. Not theirs. Not readers'. Not author's.

🍛 And then, one day, he felt an entity's gaze on him.

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It was staring.

It wasn't blinking.

Its presence felt suffocating.

Oda was on his guard. He wasn't sure, if this thing was human.

Maybe, it was a demon. Or a god, that made them self-aware.

One thing was clear.

Something real was looking at them.

Oda's ability never showed him any danger. But, he wished that the imposing entity will disappear.

Right now, it didn't do anything. But, for how long it will be that way? How long it will be passive?

And can they fight against it?

Oda wonders if he can do anything against it. Anything to protect others.

And then, time resets.

And he, once again, was a fourteen-year-old assassin, captured at S&K Corporation.

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When they start feeling your presence

🍛 The Entity is gone. No more heavy gaze on them.

🍛 At least, for now, Oda can rest. As much as his situation allows him.

🍛 He heard the noise from the other room. The Bodyguard has arrived.

🍛 This time, there were someone else with the bodyguard. Oda can feel two people entering the room he was held in. The second one wasn't dangerous. The second one was simply watching. And they were... Interested? In him?

🍛 The second one was like an open book. Oda could feel their emotions as clear as day.

🍛 Bodyguard and Second One left together. And Oda, once again, heard, how Detective proved Secretary's fault. And Oda, once again, killed the secretary.

🍛 Oda felt, that he needed to do it. But, this time, he didn't want to do it.

🍛 When Bodyguard ripped off the sack, that was covering Oda's face, Oda saw Bodyguard, dead Secretary, and a person, who, for some reason, became in a light blob and were floating above them.

🍛 Apparently, they had the strangest ability ever. At least, among abilities Oda knew about.

🍛 Oda didn't even stop his gaze on them. Just another person.

🍛 Oda, once again, was taken in by police.

🍛 Oda saw Bodyguard and Strange Ability User again, when Bodyguard tried to find information about 'V'.

🍛 Strange Ability User were, once again, were curious about him. And worried about Young Detective.

🍛 And they were floating above him and Bodyguard.

🍛 Okay, why they still were a Light Blob? For what reason? What exactly this ability was for? To be cute? To be able to float? To allow others feel their emotions?

🍛 Oda decide not to ask. It's none of his business.

🍛 The strange day was over. And then time 'resets again'. Oda 'woke up' standing on his front porch. And Dazai, bloodied and wounded, was laying on his front porch. And, for some reason, Strange Ability User were there too. Still as a Light Blob.

🍛 Light Blob lowered themselves and settled on Oda's head.

🍛 Oda had an urge to throw them off. But, right now, he needs to take care of Dazai's wounds.

🍛 And then Oda heard a whisper that came from Light Blob.

"so sorry..." "why..." "him..."

🍛 And sadness. Sadness. As pure as a mountain spring. Like they were... grieving.

🍛 Light Blob... Were they really a human? Or, were they The Entity in disguise?

🍛 Maybe, Dazai knew something about them? Well, there are some time, before he will wake up.

🍛 With Light Blob on his head, Oda carries Dazai into his house.

🍛 Light Blob talked from time to time.

"Oda" "funny" "dangerous, but" "still try to help"

🍛 Okay, when few years? yesterday? Oda called them cute, he was joking. But... They are sounding adorable.

🍛 When Dazai woke up, Oda saw, that his friend looked shocked, angry, sad and happy at the same time. Oda pointed at the Light Blob and asked.

"Dazai, do you know, who are this? This Light Blob sounds adorable."

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Their talk was long. Dazai told Oda about everything he knew about The Entity.

And about thinking, that The Entity was evil.

Oda, after getting some answers about The Entity/Light Blob, was silent. Once again, it all was connected to them been fictional characters. Oda looked at Light Blob. At The Reader.

Oda has been thinking about it before. When he was a ghost on empty streets of Yokohama. Oda knew what he should tell Dazai.

"I don't think so, Dazai. We may be fictional characters. But, reading a book about a fictional character with a sad past doesn't mean, that The Reader enjoys suffering. Or, you don't think, that there's nothing interesting in us, except our suffering."

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🍛 Oda learned to enjoy Light Blob's company. Oda talked with them from time to time.

"Hey, Blobby, want to go for a walk?"

"Maybe, I should add more spice? What do you think, Blobby?"

"Don't be afraid of Dazai. I knew, that soon he will stop distrust you. He will see, that you aren't evil."

🍛 Oda encouraged Dazai to spoke to the Entity, but Dazai refused to do it. At least until their poker game.

🍛 Then came a run in with "48".

🍛 When Dazai and Oda were trying to escape, the Light Blob were floating ahead. Lighting their way. Dazai compared them to a guiding light.

🍛 Little Light were worried, when Dazai was poisoned.

🍛 Little Light was amazed by his fighting skills. And not even once they were disappointed, that Oda didn't kill anyone.

🍛 And when Dazai and Oda came to bar "Lupin" for the first time, the Light Blob was floating above them.

🍛 Oda thought, that it would be nice, if three of them, Dazai, Light Blob and him, spend time together.

🍛 And time reset once again.

🍛 Dazai, Oda and Ango, once again, met in bar "Lupin".

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There was sorrow in Dazai's and Ango's eyes.

They felt, that there is nothing they can do to change the outcome.

Little Light were trembling. They were sad.

"Why [||||||||||||] no one deserves it!"

There was sorrow in Mori's eyes.

"I am sorry, Oda-kun. If this time it could be different, I would choose another path. They like you. And I don't want Voice to be upset. They are... precious to all of us."

Little Light were still sad.

"Oda [||||||||] don't deserve it"

Oda felt Light Blob sadness, when he was visiting Katsumi, Shinji, Sakura, Yuu and Kousuke.

"[||||||||||||] don't deserve it"

Oda felt Little Light's sympathy towards Gide.

"No one deserved it..."

Little Light were crying with Oda, when the van with orphans inside was blowed up.

Little Light were trying to stop Oda together with Dazai.

"Please [|||||||||||||] stay..."

Little Light were crying, when his battle ended. They were crying for everyone, who were hurt by this conflict.

"People live to save themselves. It's something they realize right before they die, huh...? He was... right..."

Once again, Oda died in Dazai's arms.

Oda again was a ghost. Just like before the time reset.

And he heard the voice.

"sorry" "poor kids, poor Oda, poor everyone" "if only I can"

"Oda. If only I could do it, I would make sure that everyone would stay alive. I am so sorry. I wish... You were alive... That they were alive... That your dream came true..."

Oda feels like he was embraced by someone warm and nice. Oda feels something wet on his shoulder.

[In reality, your tears drop on LN's pages.]

Oda's words were warm. He heard, how Dazai called you 'Guiding Light'. Fitting name.

"Guiding Light, don't be sorry. It's not your fault. You are a good person. I wish, we could talk more..."

__________

🍛 Oda, as a ghost, was, once again, observing others. He saw, how Armed Detective Agency slowly come to see you in a good light. How last members of the Mafia accept you as a normal person.

🍛 Oda and other ghosts saw, how new people joined forces to find a way out of the fictional world. A way to you.

But then, one day, the purple moon shined above Yokohama.

And one day, the purple moonlight embraced Sakunosuke Oda.

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When you installed BSD Mayoi Inu Kaikitan

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They saw Purple Moon above them. You got an SSR card. BSD Cast were waiting. They were curious about whose card you got.

R,R,R,SR,R,SR,SR,SR,R...

And, finally, SSR...

New one...

But, no one of the characters, whose SSR cards you don't have, felt, that it was their cards.

Purple moonlight fille the room.

They heard your voice.

"Wow! Oda's card! Neat!"

Purple moonlight faded.

Oda Sakunosuke, man, who died four years ago, was standing there. Alive.

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🍛 Yosano ran a check-up on Oda. He was fine and well, just a little bit dizzy.

🍛 Dazai and Ango didn't leave Oda's side. They wanted to make sure that their friend is really here.

🍛 Oda was glad to be alive. This way, he can help others to find a way to your world.

🍛 But, for now, he will enjoy your company.

🍛 Oda didn't do much with his cards. He is more interested in where you 'throw' the marble.

🍛 If you have his card in a team, he will use his ability and 'throw' the marble for you. Because of that, you will always have 100% clear stage.

"Why Oda's cards are so pretty?"

"Okay, Oda, let's win this Boss Battle."

"It seems, that I can win Oda SR card in this event. Well, tome to clear some stages.

🍛 Oda (and then Shibusawa with Gide) was helping with adding new cards (new characters) in game. With his ability, he managed to help to add other 'ghost' characters in the game.

🍛 One time, Oda was approached by Natsume Soseki. He asked Oda if he wants to help him and Poe to write new Seasons to add in game. Natsume explained, that Seasons were written like Diary Entries. Oda promised to think about it. He feels, that observing you make him feel better. He wants to know as much as he can about you. About a real person. Maybe, his dream can become a reality.

🍛 He wants to try to write about your world. About real people. About real you.

🍛 Oda is waiting for the moment he will meet with you. He wants to discuss so many things with you. Finally, his conversations will stop to be one-sided.

___________

You got another note in the Gift Box.

Some Gold. And a note.

"Hello, [Y/N]. I hope, that you are alright. Hey, do you have any book recommendations? Will like to discuss literature with you while eating curry. Oda Sakunosuke"

You smile and open Oda's card in Character menu. You pat Chibi Oda's head.

"I might recommend something to you, Oda. Hope, you will like my recommendations. And, I like the idea of eating curry with you."

You didn't notice, that Oda's sprite nodded and smiled.

[literatureloverx]

Mdni, ideal type! fem!reader x Dazai Osamu, VERY LONG AND DETAILED, platonic relationships such as: Odasaku, Atsushi, Kunikida, Chuuya and Sigma are briefly mentioned, Yandere behaviour, unhealthy behaviour, psychological disorders and suicide/double suicide mentioned.

DAZAI’S MASTERLIST => HERE

I enjoyed writing for Dazai very much, he has a big place in my heart.🩵 I received a request regarding PM!Dazai’s ideal type as well, I’ll post it in a few days.🩵

Dazai’s ideal type

Dazai is a complex and enigmatic figure, who can be described as a romantic—though not in the conventional sense of actively seeking love and connection.

Instead, he romanticizes the idea of meaningful connections. What does this mean?

Dazai is known to suffer from depression and harbors a deep desire to end his life.

However, he doesn’t wish to do so alone. He fantasizes about dying with a “beautiful woman” in a double suicide, which is inherently romantic.

This desire echoes tragic love stories like Romeo and Juliet or Cleopatra and Mark Antony, where love and death are intertwined.

This suggests that Dazai may deeply fantasize about love and being loved—perhaps even yearning for someone who loves him so much that she would sacrifice her life for him.

But why would someone wish for a double suicide in the first place?

Dazai sees no purpose in life, a perspective not commonly shared by others.

This makes it likely that his ideal partner would be someone who not only values life but is also grateful for what she has—because Dazai is only truly comfortable when he is surrounded by such people as Atsushi, Kunikida, Chuuya (debatable), and even Sigma.

He needs to learn this perspective to find his own meaning in life.

She would possess a sweet, positive spirit but would still be able to fully grasp Dazai’s bleak outlook, his feelings, and his philosophy—or the lack thereof.

Dazai might be drawn to a partner who is calm, patient, and nurturing.

Given his often childish behavior, it’s possible that he never had the chance to experience love in a normal, healthy way during his childhood.

We know little about his upbringing, but it’s clear he lacks any emotional connection or attachment to his parents.

Dazai is deeply wounded, depressed, and feels empty—though the reasons remain unclear.

The only person Dazai has truly loved, and who loved him in return, seems to be Odasaku.

So what makes Odasaku so special? What traits does he possess that Dazai might seek in a partner?

Odasaku was always calm and patient with him, seeing through Dazai’s lifeless eyes and empty heart.

He recognized Dazai's pain, suggesting that “someone needs to rip that pain out of this child’s chest.”

What if Dazai's ideal partner is someone who embodies these comforting and meaningful qualities, loving him unconditionally?

I believe this to be the ultimate solution to many aspects that trouble Dazai.

Teenage Dazai, in particular, strikes me as more of a “puppy” than the “cat” he becomes as an adult—craving affection and warmth.

He needed someone who cared for him, and that someone was Odasaku. His partner should be able to do the same.

Dazai might love a calm partner who can handle his antics but also sees through them without violating his comfort zone or coping mechanisms.

She would understand his inner darkness but wouldn’t fear it—instead, she would embrace it with a loving demeanor.

She would be confident, but in a strangely shy and quiet way.

She would be someone who is at peace with herself, someone who is inspirational to others.

She would accept him as he is and believe in him, helping him to become the best version of himself.

This is why Dazai is so fond of Atsushi.

Atsushi is empathetic, having suffered himself, and he embraces Dazai with unconditional love.

If Dazai were to meet a woman who could offer the same understanding and compassion, it’s hard to see why he wouldn’t be saved.

Dazai feels responsible for Atsushi, and it gives his life a certain meaning he doesn’t truly grasp yet.

If he felt the same responsibility for someone much closer to his heart—his lover—it would have a profoundly positive effect on him.

Regarding physical traits, Dazai doesn’t seem overly concerned with them.

However, he has expressed a preference for “beautiful” women, as seen in his desire to commit double suicide with one.

While physical beauty might not be his top priority, he likely appreciates aesthetically pleasing women.

Dazai claims to like all women, but I can imagine him being drawn to a feminine, quiet, and insightful young woman.

This woman would possess an innate ability to sense others’ emotions and motivations, her sensitive and calm nature allowing her to do so effortlessly.

She would be observant, with her beauty often leading others, including Dazai, to underestimate her at first.

And yet, it would be as if she could read his mind and heart—something deeply uncomfortable for someone as guarded and inflexible with his own vulnerability as Dazai.

Interestingly, some of these traits might also make her an ideal partner for Fyodor.

However, while Dazai and Fyodor are alike in some aspects, they differ in others.

Fyodor’s ideal type might align with Dazai’s, but with less submissiveness and more approachability.

Does it ring? The drama that might approach?

Let me summarize: In terms of personality, Dazai has a soft spot for empathetic and loving people.

Therefore, he would undoubtedly adore a darling who is very empathetic, sensitive, and kind.

I don’t see him having a specific preference for body type—short, tall, curvy, or skinny; it doesn’t matter to him.

He will always find a way to appreciate your body in every sense, as this is simply part of who Dazai is. You shouldn’t be surprised by that.

I can see Dazai taking a liking to long hair (similar to Fyodor), as it emphasizes femininity.

He might particularly favor wavy or curly hair because it gives a more approachable, sweet, and innocent appearance compared to straight or short hair.

This style implies youth and an ethereal quality, which aligns perfectly with Dazai’s romanticism.

Skin color, as well as hair and eye color, wouldn’t matter to him at all.

In his mind, he would view you, his love, as aesthetically ethereal and one of a kind.

Your features would be etched into the canvas of his mind's eye, surrounded by fitting backgrounds and colors.

With you, he would find solace, love, and acceptance, as well as the meaning in life he has been desperately searching for.

You don’t need to match his intellect or mastermind abilities; he cherishes those around him who don’t possess these qualities, and he doesn’t look down on them.

What he needs is someone empathetic enough (like Oda [ in his case platonically]) to love him unconditionally and sincerely, without judging him—someone who would guide him to the light without expecting anything unnatural or selfish in return.

However, his darling would need to be mentally strong and willing to share his burdens.

This is difficult to do and would only work with true, pure love, which is why Dazai needs someone who loves him unconditionally.

I don’t see Dazai manipulating his darling because he doesn’t manipulate or control the people he cherishes. Instead, he trusts them.

This would be the case with his darling as well. He would trust her, and this trust would be a choice that greatly benefits his well-being.

You would need to bring brightness to his life—love, warmth, connection, and compassion—balancing out his dark inner world.

He would be astonished when he realizes how deeply you love him without being manipulated, how pure your feelings are, and how you seem to see his soul and accept him as he is (much like Fyodor).

Your dedication to helping him improve, because you see the light and potential in him, would touch him deeply.

To you, he is human, and you wish to help him see that too. He loves you for it, so, so much.

Once Dazai recognizes this, he would never, ever let you go.

He might fear losing you or worry that you deserve better, but he would be too selfish to let you be with anyone else.

This would make him fiercely protective of you, even as he tries to maintain his enigmatic self, playing it off with his usual clinginess.

But of course, you would see right through this and reassure him that you’ll always be there for him, protecting him from anyone and anything else, even from himself.

In return, he would protect you, love you, and obsess over you—affectionately.🩵

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[kaelohver]

@KAELOHVER☆

PM!DAZAI WITH A YOUNGER SIBLING

TW: Yandere behaviour (?), violence, suicide mentions, spoilers for Dazai’s past, guns, controlling & possessive behaviour.

-Pm!Dazai as your brother would be a force to be reckoned with…

-He’d be extremely protective and would probably only trust you with Odasaku, Chuuya and Hirotsu.

-I’d imagine that you were with Dazai through childhood, including his suicide attempt that got him into Mori’s care.

-After you were put into Mori’s care with your brother, he’d definitely make sure you were the less-traumatised one.

-He would protect you innocently at first (making sure you didn’t see much bloodshed etc) but it would become less innocent through time.

-He would put a gun to anyones head if someone even hinted to show disrespect or dislike towards you.

-Even so much of a rumour of someone disliking you would cause them pain and suffering.

-If you ever get a crush on someone and Dazai gets wind of that information…

-Your crush will literally be watched 24/7 by port Mafia agents for months.

-Dazai would decide most things for you no matter your age and If you questioned him then you’d be met with a glare.

-I’d guess that you’d be one of those members that does stuff in secret and makes sure the bare minimum knows of you.

-The bare minimum means those who he trusts and those that absolutely have to know of you.

-He would be less of a brother and more of a boss, which he would absolutely despise about himself.

-He would act like a child a lot, despite his controlling nature towards you.

-He would actively ignore orders just to lay his head on your lap then walk about like nothing happened around 20 mins later..

-If you seem hostile towards him, he’ll straight up ghost you.

-He would and wouldn’t feel bad about his behaviour towards you.

-On one hand, he feels like you did nothing to deserve seeing violence and end up being isolated..

-But on the other hand, he feels like he’s protecting you somehow.

-The Mafia teaches twisted ways, so it’s no surprise Dazai thinks most of the stuff he does is somehow justifiable.

-It’s shown that the Port Mafia teaches people to use their bodies to advantage in situations (as shown with Kouyou, Dazai & Kyouka in situations) so Dazai wouldn’t want you going on missions that might include such uses and would more than likely give missions away to his agents whilst still crediting you.

-When Oda dies and tells Dazai to join the good side, Dazai doesn’t think twice about getting you out the Mafia.

-He’d go as far as to fake your death if it meant getting you out (which he wouldn’t have to do, considering he didn’t fake his own to get out)

-He’d get Ango to erase anything that involved you in the Mafia (despite the already big lack of evidence) as well as himself.

-During the years he hid, he would try to fix your relationship.

-He’d be heavily unsure of whether to bring you in the Ada or not.

-He would probably decide that you should join, considering you wouldn’t be particularly safe away from him anyway.

-He’d feel guilty about the way he treated you considering you were the only one he had, so don’t be surprised if he clings to you all day and acts 10x more clingy.

-So, you’d have quite a rocky relationship (a lot like Kouyou & Kyouka) in the Mafia but would recover it over time!

[mochazai]

₊˚⊹♡ 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚎 [𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟶𝟷] ♡₊˚⊹

Summary: An aspiring author with a dark past to overwrite , finds himself addicted to a different kind of poison

Pairing: Writer!Dazai x Barista!Reader

Genre: yandere / fluff

A/N: relaunching this blog with a little series, hope y’all like it!

*skritch scratch swoop*

The old fashioned ink pen dragged over the paper; a stark contrast to the modern cafe Dazai found himself in.

He found his lines growing fainter the longer he wrote and sighed before dipping it back into the pot of obsidian-black ink. He hurried to write down his thoughts before he forgot;he almost always forgot.

‘Maybe I should switch to carbon…’ he thought, looking at the nib of his pen, now having jotted down the line he’d wanted to, making sure it lived on forever in his writing.

Well, maybe not forever,more like as long as he kept it dry.

Another downside to using ink,as Dazai had come to realise, was that one drop of water,or in his case alcohol,could undo months or even years of work.perhaps the newer invention made sense after all?

But no.

“Odasaku preferred ink,and so I'm sticking to ink too.” He said matter-of-factly.

Dazai often wondered why he became a writer; and then he’d remember.

Maybe he did need to get his head looked at…no,that’d be expensive,and maybe he’d actually get put in jail this time if he willingly let someone look at the fucked up maze of thoughts he called his mind.

Maybe he wasn’t as bad as he thought he was? Yeah! He was actually oka-

Nope. One look at the musings in front of him and he knew he was not normal.

The lines were thickly written,with far too much pressure for a normal poem or love letter,which ended up in the ink leaving blood like splatters across the paper.

‘Hmm,’ he thought to himself, ‘blood’

Could it be used as ink? Perhaps? Yes! It should be possible!

He looked to his finger and thought about testing his hypothesis right then and there when-

“ One mocha, with a shot of espresso and whole milk, for Osamu Dazai!”

He heard his name and his order and practically floated over to where the voice had come from.

That angelic voice…its owner, the very person who plagued his dreams and nightmares, the person who inspired all of his latest pieces and whose absence in his life caused him to drink so much that he spilled sake all over his writings,causing them to fade away and become illegible ,but perhaps that was for the best…

“Thank you y/n,” he said with a smile as he took the drink in both his hands,”looking flawless as always~” he added with a wink.

You blushed,as you always did, and let out another on of your cute laughs,Dazai’s heart did a flip and he swore that he’d do anything to make sure no one ever wiped that smile off your face,he’d rip his heart from his chest if you’d ask, he’d drink cyanide if you’d put it in his coffee,because osamu dazai was obsessive. He knew not how to love like a ‘normal’ man,only to throw himself into something so fully that it drove him insane. Insane with desire, with love, and with lust.

such was the situation before him.

He needed you like he needed air. He needed to feel your skin against his if only for a moment. Yet all he did was smile at you and return to his seat.

You watched his retreating form and your intrusive thoughts got the better of you.

You walked over to his table,some paper napkins in hand to use as an excuse if you chickened out.

You tapped your finger on his shoulder and he turned around so fast that it made you trip.

You braced yourself for impact but then felt a bandaged arm wrap around your waist and catch you,the grip of said arm holding you firmly and its owner's face was mere inches away from yours.

“Careful bella,” he said, his coffee-scented breath fanning over your face, “coulda hurt yourself there” there was a long pause as you looked into his eyes and as he took in your features, studying them and committing them to memory,as if he hadn’t already,his gaze lingering on your lips a little longer than you though normal,but he didn’t notice and you didn’t care.gods, how you wanted to kiss him in that moment,but you calmed your nerves and blurted out your question.

“Are you free later tonight? My friends are having a party and i want you to be my plus one”

‘What the fuck??? You WANT him to be his plus one??? Way to sound desperate y/n!’ You mentally scolded yourself,and in the process missed how his expression shifted from shock to a smirk.

“Actually,” he began, drawing you out of your mini-pity party, “i’d love to~” and this time you didnt miss the smirk that was plastered on his face,nor did you miss how his eyes darkened,or even how his hold on your waist tightened just a little.

Your heart beat faster and your eyes involuntarily darted to his lips.

But just as you were about to make your move you heard a loud,

“Y/N!!!”

It was your co-worker calling you back to your station.

You begrudgingly stood up straight, scrawled out your number on one of the napkins,handed them to him and darted back to your station, apologising for nearly spilling his coffee and thanking him for catching you.

And all the while all he noticed was how adorable you looked when you were flustered and how you’d very nearly kissed him.

‘But no matter’ he’d thought as he sat down in his seat. You’d get your chance later that day…and so would he.

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 @𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 ; 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲,𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧.

[a-random-weeb]

Helloo ignore this if you don’t want to write for it but what bsd yandere would be into baby trapping?

I think Fyodor, Nikolai, Dazai, and Jouno would poke holes in their condoms.

Odasaku, Tachihara, and (maybe?) Tecchou might guilt trip you.

[naboman]

Pit.

Chapter One: peeler

Synopsis: Perhaps he was too drunk that night, and although he was called crazy, he was still lucid enough to be convinced that the face of that person was familiar. But what guarantee did Dazai have that his waiter was the killer who had been terrorising the dirty alleys of Yokohama? Pairing: PM!Dazai + Fem!Reader. Genres: suspense, investigation and graphic horror (mentions of body horror). Warnings: The content below features graphically descriptive violence, angst for the most part, hints of a sadistic Dazai bent on ‘yandere’.

Mono: Japanese kanji for ‘thing, object or matter’.

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It was no mean feat of his to arrive early, but there he was, a small glass with the commonly served round ice cube, his shot of whisky came in a generous amount. For a moment, Osamu wondered if this was a courtesy of the house, but on taking a closer look at the waiter who was serving him this evening, he could only conclude that it was nothing more than inexperience.

The figure was rather small, with a thin face and dark circles visible under his eyes. Osamu wasn't one to rush into things, but in his short assimilation of characteristics he could deduce with some basis that the person was physically ill, which was the reason behind her frail appearance. However, he snapped out of it when Odasaku appeared in the doorway of the bar, pausing for a second, as if absorbing his surroundings, inhaling the scent of alcohol, the dazai's cologne in the air and the wood under his nose. Something familiar. As Odasaku approached, Dazai's interest focused on the man, leaving aside the well-dressed figure who was rummaging through the counter, looking for utensils to dust. The service wasn't very interesting; on the contrary, it was the same as what the old waiter used to do. “Mono, can you serve me another one of these?” Odasaku nodded slightly, with his usual calmness, which was also reciprocated with a chaste nod. Dazai just followed the nameless waiter's movement, light but still restrained, like water swirling around in a bottle, light but still malleable and slippery. He ignored it for the moment. It seemed better than trying to decipher the puzzle with the missing pieces. “Mono… Isn't it?” “What's it like?” Odasaku slowed his steps, his eyes now focused on Osamu, who stared up at the cloudy Yokohama sky with nothing but his one brown eye, brown obscured by the darkness of the night. “That girl, in the bar” To Odasaku, his question seemed timid, but in reality, Osamu just didn't have the words to describe the figure in the bar, the person who had a slight countenance, slippery attitudes and tense movements, as if that body didn't even belong to her. She was in the process of adapting to his own skin. “Do you know her?” “Ah…” Comprehension struck Odasaku, the edge of his gaze left Osamu and he began to appreciate the cityscape, not with admiration, but contentment ”I've only seen it a few times, three I think, it's a mystery even to the owner.” “I didn't know that bars hired minors,” he laughed acidly, purely out of hypocrisy. “I don't think that's the case,” Odasaku shrugged. “Are you saying that Mono is one of those people who has only grown up mentally, but is still minuscule? Like Chuuya…” he meditated with his index finger raised, somewhat bemused. An understanding hum escaped the man, his hands buried in his pockets. “I think her case is a little more complex,” was the only plausible answer he gave Dazai as they walked back down the gloomy alley together.

#1 day of socializing

His strides were a little more lively, but still at a meek pace, perhaps due to the curiosity energizing his cold bones, the mythical mystery making him feel a little more heated, Osamu had a sadism for things he didn't know, perhaps it brought out his investigative side. In any case, Osamu soon sat down, fingering the counter with his long fingers, which tinkled in a soft thud on the wood, like a bird's walk. His silent scandal was more than enough to get Mono's attention. Tec, tec, tec… Tec… “Good evening, how can I…” Mono paused in her words when she noticed the familiar figure, although she hadn't been involved before, she paid attention to the man's silhouette, after all, hardly anyone with Osamu's profile would go unnoticed among people. Mono's gaze fell on Osamu's bandaged eye, as if she was trying to look him in the eye that was missing. Mono's gaze was not the most receptive, it was pleasant for her trade, but anywhere else her gaze would be described as “distant” or “lost”. Osamu felt that he could drown if he delved any deeper into her taciturn eyes, a place, he didn't know where, but as dark as velvet, so dense that it would suffocate him to death. Osamu's pupils dilated. “One dose,” an amused smile stretched across his lips. A moment of silence adorned the air, as if fullness reigned in the hearts of alcoholics, Osamu usually drank more than once a week, so one more dose during a Wednesday would be nothing, perhaps it would help him forget the cut in the palm of his bandaged hand. The gauze had a bloodstain that stretched across his palm, but the blood was dry and hard as cement. If he said it didn't hurt, he'd be blatantly lying to himself. Dazai will need more than a sore hand to satisfy his curiosity. He just needs a few splinters… a few pieces, to get to the treasure. “I've never seen you around here” He intrudes on Mono's thoughts, the shelf where they kept the still-sealed bottles was at the other end of the counter, making her look up from her shoulder ”Forgive me, am I getting in the way?” Osamu knows he is, but he's counting on his obedient dog talk to give him some assistance in prolonging the conversation. “Not at all, sir.” After a few seconds processing the break in the silence, Mono meditated, still oblivious to the conversation. “Sir?” Osamu repeated with disgust, an obvious wrinkle forming at the corner of his nose from the nausea “You see, I'm not that older” he sneered. “So…” With her attention still on the shelves, she meditated with her index finger under her lower lip, evidently distracted “what should I call you?” “Dazai” He said slowly, as if Mono needed to catch every syllable of his valuable name ‘Osamu Dazai, that's what I want you to call me’. For the first time in a while, she turned to look at him, with a bottle of Johnnie Walker in hand, opening it and pouring it into Osamu's glass, making the ice crackle loudly. “As you wish, Mr. Dazai” He nodded without blinking.

#2 day of socializing

“Is that really your name?” Dazai asked casually, like a classmate, before borrowing his materials. Not really caring, just trying to get what he wanted, before returning to his own seat in the classroom. “Hm?” She hummed with her mouth, flipping through the notebook on the counter. This time, Mono had put herself in a customer position, the older barista now being Osamu's waiter, while she, scribbling on the slightly dirty pages with a pen that Dazai had lent her, from the pocket of his overcoat. “Your name,” Dazai repeated. “But… you know my name.” Mono replied, still in his impartial but confused self. One thing Osamu had learned about the girl was that her compliant personality would give him any information he wanted, all he had to do was poke at it until it came out. 'Ah, if only all the enemies of the port mafia were like that…' he thought, almost letting out a weak sigh at the thought. “I know that's your trade name, I want to know the real one” He dispelled the girl's argument. Dazai lowered his eyes to look at the notebook in her hand, now having a clearer view of the text “And it's wrong here, correct it”. “A-ah… Right” Dazai didn't go to school, so he wondered if all students had grammar failures to the point of getting simple elements of spelling wrong. For a moment, he allowed himself to wonder what it was like, although he could say that his interest in going to school was nil, or too small. He couldn't understand the appeal of the environment, the people… It all seemed like such a bored. “Here too” Dazai interrupted the girl's train of thought, pressing his index finger on the flawed words, making her fixate on his commands ‘and… Here’. A brief hum in agreement was what Osamu received, not that he was complaining, it would potentially be harder to tolerate if she questioned his corrections, so for now his loud hum was enough. “Here too” Gently he exhaled the air from his lungs, one elbow resting on the counter and his left arm holding an already empty glass, Osamu squinted his eyes a little "let me see this". “I don't think you need it,” she said, but even reluctantly, she handed the notebook to Osamu, who took it with a light hand, light as a feather ”it's strange to have someone so young teaching me…” She admitted with a little shame in his tone. Osamu ignored his humble confession and focused on the text, and damn, was he surprised. As he read on, the gap between his eyebrows gradually narrowed, it wasn't easy to take him by surprise, but he was honestly shocked by some of the things he read. “Shit, are you sure you're going to school? There's some pretty tense stuff here…” He criticized, not with his usual mockery, but in unpleasant surprise, “You should do some supplementary lessons, if you must know, Miss… [Name]?”. The sound of her name coming from Dazai's bold lips was the trigger for her to take the notebook from his hands, a little resentfully, hugging him as if her life depended on it. Dazai had his long-awaited moment at last. It made him smile slightly. “[Name] Tamagawa… Is that really your name? Well, it must be…” he said to himself, more to himself than to the girl next to him "It's in your notebook, after all". Her name echoed in his head like a loop, as if he were trying to memorize it so he wouldn't forget it. She took a deep breath, a little bent over the counter, either from tiredness or embarrassment. “Yeah, that's my name, actually,” she muttered quietly, receiving an appraising look from Dazai, something in a limbo between curiosity and unfounded contempt, but moreover contained with an almost sick admiration for knowing more and more about his newest bartender.

#3 days of socializing :

“Getting somewhere”

Dazai hadn't been to the bar for the last week, it was nice for a change, although he was tired from his occupations within the Port Mafia, he was still typing his report, not far ahead, Chuuya was dipping the fries in the ketchup with little or no mercy, if they were alive they would be crying for help, their throats sore from screaming, while their failing vocal cords were gradually losing their timbre, just like the traitors he… His thoughts dissipated when he noticed the young waitress arriving with a tray, possibly the same age as him, with a single cup of strawberry milk shake. Mr.Mori would be screaming seeing all that extra whipped cream and sugar sprinkled on his cup.

“Sorry it took so long,” she laughed lightly, setting the glass down carefully. “Don't worry about it” A gallant smile swept across her sullen expression, leaving the girl somewhat embarrassed before she left. Chuuya couldn't help rolling her eyes, but refrained from words. “Why the hell am I still here? Don't you think I have better things to do?” Chuuya complained, still devouring the potatoes from his portion, to which Osamu responded with silence and the sound of his mug swirling the sugary drink. “You're a key element in my mission,” he said with a cocky tone, ”no wonder you're doing my security.” “That's ridiculous, you don't even need security,” he grumbled in return. “I'll take that as a compliment” “Far from it!” “Look” He threw some unopened cards in the redhead's direction, with a total lack of care. “Watch where you throw those things!” He snorted nonetheless, picking them up and opening them to see the contents, something that took him by surprise. Had he been a little more sensitive, he feared he would have felt like vomiting. The photographs were nothing more than scenes from horror movies. The bodies of old mafia members tainted like animals, the murders not brutally maniacal in intent, but quick damage to kill them as quickly as possible. Fatal damage, but sloppy nonetheless. “Our killer has just started in the profession” Chuuya scrolled through the photos, looking at them one by one, each scene more distorted than the next. “These must have been high-ranking members, some of them were even Mrs. Kouyo's security guards.” A thoughtful murmur escaped Chuuya. “And what exactly are you planning to prove with that, asshole? All we have are these disgusting photos, there's nothing to give us any clues about our killer.” Chuuya tossed the photos back to Osamu, who let out a murmur of approval. “We've got some additional damage, look closely, there's something on the ground here” He pointed at Chuuya, who noticed well enough to identify a slimy, milky liquid on the walls of the alley in which the photograph was taken, scraps of skin on the ground and traces of dried blood, as if someone had cut open a dead animal with such a violation during the crime scene. “It doesn't make sense, the bodies have without any kind of dismemberment…” Chuuya's fist was under his chin, giving him a thoughtful posture. His countenance held a troubled confusion. “I know,” Dazai confirmed, now giving priority to the cityscape outside the window, the diner overlooked a street of busy cars, and at the end of the street, a hospital with little traffic ”The chief was at the corpse inspections and took some samples of that disgusting stuff on the walls…” “É?” “The genetic material doesn't match any of our agents.” Dazai concluded, with an impassive face, something Chuuya hated more than seeing any arrogant sentiment on the bastard's face, it was seeing nothing, simply the emptiness that left open his innermost, grotesque self. But before she could sink into the emptiness of Dazai's apathetic expression, his countenance began to move again, like a doll haunted by some evil spirit. “Which gives us room for interpretation” “And they would be…?” One of Dazai's fingers went up: “We're dealing with a self-mutilator, but the cause of his actions is still a mystery” another finger went up, forming a V “the second would be that the killer catches them at unassuming and opportune moments, disappearing with the victims' partners and leaving only Mafia agents” “Which would imply that the killer knew the faces of our men,” Chuuya added. “Exactly, that indicates that we may be dealing with a traitor” Dazai mused. Chuuya took on a stern, tense expression. Another finger rose in the air, now making the air a little less breathable for Chuuya, the idea of a third hypothesis making him alarmed. “And the third assumption was made by the boss, I disbelieve it, but there's still a possibility” Chuuya waited in silence for Osamu's revelation, who stared at him with his eyes once again hollow. “We may be dealing with a skill user”

thank u for read <3

[youroriginalsublimecupcakestuff]

I just have idea about beast :

1) beast chuuya learning about the beast timeline ( either getting memories of the main timeline or of the future or learning about the future and breaking down , he can either choose to leave, kill himself, thinking that it would save dazai and It's beast dazai who see him die, desesperally try to kill dazai or kill beast odasaku thinking that it would save dazai or go yandere on him either way beast dazai didn't take it well that chuuya go outside of his prediction.

2)

beast dazai haven't found chuuya when he found the book and he got two obssession one saving oda and two finding this boy who is with him in every universe but he can't find him he tracked paul and followed Arthur, searched for him in France and suribashi city and keep tab on the sheep it's an obssession that he desperately search for to fill even if only a little the void in his heart but it's like nakahara chuuya never existed.

He's in denial about it and try to find him him while being busy ruling the mafia and preserving this safe world for oda so he's doing even worse mentally that in beast if that is even possible .

Especially because he's plagued by dream of what could have been the differents World all coming together in his dream even his reality when this chuuya is supposed to be his Bodyguard.

He can only dream of him and he's spirralling.

But finally he found him.

Chuuya never escapped from the lab so it's either he found him in the lab or it's the ADA who rescued chuuya and he became part of the ADA ( or they both we're too late and chuuya was sent to work with the hunting dogs or the special ability division).

But either way their relationship is complicated.

[the-last-f2p]

hiii may I request yandere the drinking buddies (oda ango, dazai together but all platonic)

with a (gender neutral) reader who has very long hair ( like to their feet).

and they are just so surprised bc reader always were it in a bun

#the strugles of long hair featuring Y/N lol. Tw: Yandere behaivour , stalking, Dazai being Dazai aka suicide mentions

You always saw your hair as a nuisance. It's not like it was ugly actually the oposite but the length was always a problem you never had the heart to cut so you just kept it in a bun no more accidently stepping on your hair.

Then you met them. Well more specifically him. Odasaku Sakunosuke at cafe you immeditaly started to get along you don't know what it was but by the time you had left you practically knew the man well enough that most people would asume you've been friends for years. But unlike the other people you've met Oda had no idea about your hair. After that you met two other people. You were invited to go to a bar with Oda it wasn't really your thing but he somehow convinced you to come. You were expecting to be the only people in the bar tonight but you suprisngly you were joined by two men called Ango Sakaguchi and Osamu Dazai. Dazai obviously adored you not only did Oda like you which made you great in his eyes but you also were just so nice I mean of course you were but still. Ango was less captivated by you than the over two he just had no opinion. Yet.

It had been a couple of days since you started hanging out with the trio yet they were always just around the corner wether it be Dazai coincidently going to the same park you go to after work and start talking about his latest suicide attempt which obviously failed but still it was a good time for him. Oda always gifting you things and telling Dazai to tone it down though it never worked. And finally Ango to you he was doing nothing to you having some ties to the government really helped watching you everywhere through cameras not's not his fault you're just too cute alright?

But still after all that attentive watching stalking they still didn't discover this.

You started to have a bad headache you couldn't tell if it wasn't from the alcohol or how tight your bun was but you decided to take your bun out effectively making your hair go down to your feet. Also making Oda, Ango and Dazai's mouth gape open from the suprise. Your hair isn't that long right? Wrong. "Woah your is so long Bella Donna do you think you could strangle me with it?" Dazai's eyes practically have stars in them as he asks the question. "Dazai don't ask that I mean even though Y/N's hair would be long enough to strangle you and it's amazingly cute asking that is just weird." Ango takes a sip from his drink while he says that he obviously sounds suprised even though he indirectly complimented you he just went on. "Why not? They haven't even said anything so it's obviously their way of excepting my offer!" Dazai interupted Ango he obviously took your silence as a yes and started to grab your hair that hurt. ALOT. "OW! No just no get off my hair Dazai!" You push Dazai away from your hair as you say that. "Aww why so cruel?" Dazai pouts. "Your hair is nice Y/N. To be fair I wasn't expecting it but it's pretty." Oda smiles at you.

You giggle a little "Thanks Oda." You spent the rest of the night talking with the three even though their attention was more focused on your hair than anything you didn't think about it too much and that was probably good. Nothing has changed Dazai is still conviently on the same street as you and Ango is still watching you though expect Oda to give you a couple more hair care products than usual..

[ananiel]

Tw : slight Gore, dark content, read at your own risk

Now thinking about my last post. Let's talk a little about this version of You. (for context and better understanding the fic i suggest reading the first part, of course, it's optional, feel Free to do as You wish as i put some Main explinations on this fic as well)

Now, clearly someone that lost all of their close one (and not on accident but because of the need to protect them) would be rather skitish. You hold the biggest secret of humanity, the secret that hey, You are the mastermind behind it all and You took powers from everyone (made them unable to use them by making them forget they exist), You just lost your best friend because of the need to protect them. You would clearly be stand offish, maybe even skitish like a cat . I mean, who wouldn't knowing that there isn't a way for them to lower their powers and if they did lower them, everyone would get the powers that were killing them back. So Yes, i amagine this version of You to be more quiet, or maybe not quiet, but to prefer to be alone, to mourn in silence the lost of their kind, knowing they are at fault for it

So that's when the yandere's come, and there are 3 posibilities of how it would go

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IT starts as a curiosity, a need to see if You are a worthy or not. They watch over You like a hawk and they can't help but feel something in their chest as they look at You. At how You continue to live your life as if nothing happened and how everyone seems to ignore the way your eyes gloss from time to time or how your lower lip quivers when You see something reminding You of your old friend or about what You did to them

Maybe they felt pity for You, maybe they were trying to understand You more, maybe they were happy that a being like You was alone. Alone and easy to captureze. They can't remember when this curiosity turned into obssesion

IT became a habit, to talk You, to know about your daily life as if it was theirs. It was entertaining for them. It was refreshing for them to watch over You, over your grief of a lost life, and they were content living like this, at least for now.

Sooner or later things of yours Will start to dissapear or be moved around your house and You would find flowers and love letters written in blood. Letters explaining their adoration and how jealous they are of the friend that pleagues your mind and heart, saying that it isn't fair for them to sicken your state when they were supposed to do it, to be the reason You can't sleep at night

This letters Will grow crazier and crazier, until one day You see them in your living room, your friend's mangled body next to them as they dedicate this piece of art in your name

The stalker : gin akutagawa, NIKOLAI, Tanizaki, kenji, John Watson, Fred porlock, Irene adler, zack patterson, ARTHUR RIMBAUD, Billy the kid, von harder, tachihara, Odasaku, ranpo, atsushi, Kunikida

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You were interesting in their eyes. A rare jewel only for them to see. Only for them to play with. Imagine the Power they would hold if You were their partner. Oh, they could change the world. That's what they wanted at first, to use your talent, to use You as a whole. Of course, for that they needed to get close to You, and that's what they did. First they entered in your life as an acquintance. You tought meeting them was random, something only fate could've pulled the strings to happen.

You were so cute in their eyes. So hurt and vulnerable after realising You had no one left. They of course noticed the way your voice would quiver or how You would refuse contact with anyone. You were simply adorable. And they needed to know more about You. EVERYTHING about You and your way of thinking bacause You showed them You weren't dumb, You showed them that You didn't fall easily into their open net as they expected. They loved it. They forgot about their plan to use You very fast and instead just wanted your love, wanted You to sorrow over them like You did after your friend

They become intoxicated with the tought of having You lean on them after they found out every small detail that You couldn't hide about your existente, yet they wanted more, needed more.

They Will manipulate You with their sweet words, get You to tell your story and they Will listen with such interest as if they Will engrave every word You just uttered into their skin. They needed to know everything, as if it hurt them not to. They would replay everything You told them, over and over, until it was impragnated in their very own soul

Of course, You are somehow human, You need conections with the outside so they use that fact to trap You. To pull you in their obsessive hold where You won't ever escape

The manipulators : jouno, Dazai osamu, shibusawa, Fyodor, Mori Ougai, Ango, William james moriarty, Albert james moriarty, Charles Augustus milverton, James bond, fukuzawa (?), Bram

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One word : devotion

That's what You can read when You look into their eyes.

They related to You, to how lonely You felt, they hated seeing You mourn for someone else. They hated the fact that they didn't know much about You and how skitish You were. You were an entity, a God, in their eyes. The reason they were put on this earth was to be in your presence.

They are like animals. Wild and dangerous ones that will claw out the eyes of everyone that comes to closer to You, they are ready to bite and break, to hurt and destroy anything to get their goal. To get to You.

No one is safe. They are the worst ones to have in your giving time. Not only would they torture your friend and any other being that You ever took the powers out of, but they Will do it and proundly procleim that now you're only theirs, that your heart only belongs to them . It's most likely that while they kill and dispose the bodies of "normal ones" the ones that are like You will be trophies, your friend the most precious one.

They'll lick at every wound You ever had that is healed or freshly made, they Will drink your blood as if it gives them Power to live. In your name, they do anything.

The devoted : LOUIS JAMES MORIARTY , Billy the kid, sherlock holmes, PAUL VERLAINE, Edgar allen poe (?), Nikolai, Ryonosuke akutagawa, Sebastian Moran, CHUUYA

[latolover]

pathetic!odasaku

cw: implied one night stand and mentions of alcohol, yandere odaxfem!reader. part of it was inspired by @shumidehiro fic, The Wingman

( tldr, i tried to make oda like, some sort of disgusting gentlemanly simp. go soft on me pls ive never posted any writing ever in my life )

  …

What if, instead of being a stable adult, Odasaku suffers from a series of bad relationships. Toxic, abusive, everything in between, you name it. Oda is too forgiving that he would let these women walk over his folded body, it's not his fault right? He just had too much love to give. He loved every one of them and tried his best. At first he thought he was into tall beautiful women, maybe a quick-witted one as a bonus but looking back, he’s down to settle with just about anybody. Truth be told, Oda didn't regret any of his past relationships, it was real love and he could even say that he led a good life.

  Yet here he was, drink in hand, crying over a breakup that happened a month ago. His hunched back form caught your attention, you've seen many patrons come here to this bar just to get drunk, while you're not one to pry into another’s life, sometimes you are worried and curious as to how they ended up here. After nudging this lifeless body, he didn't seem to react much, if, at all. You hummed and turned around, intending to return to your own table but before you could take a step away, a heavy weight dragged you down. This pathetic stranger was crying in your arms, apologizing and begging you to stay with him. His hold on you was very, very strong. The broken man kept sobbing into your clothes, staining it with tears and snot, yuck. Sure the urge to console him was there but he was kinda causing a scene, getting some glances from the bartender even. Eventually, you managed to pry him off and shoved him back in his little corner, where he sat silently again. You sighed in relief, definitely shouldn't have done that.  It was nearing closing hour when you were signalled by the bar’s owner to come over. Turns out the man from earlier was still passed out on his table, maybe just barely conscious. One of the perks of being a regular was that you obtained the owner's trust, yet in this case you might think the opposite. Tasked with securing this man’s safety and shelter, you begrudgingly helped him but there was no way you're going to let a total stranger crash your place for the night. Instead, you searched his body, looking for any belongings that could hold personal information. Bingo, you found an ID in his wallet with an address on it. Slinging one arm over your shoulder and supporting his waist, you hailed a ride and headed to your destination.

   Oda woke up with a nasty hangover, laying in bed for a couple more minutes before getting out, noticing that his clothes were nearly folded beside him. He did not remember undressing nor how he was able to get home in the first place. no matter how hard Oda tried, there seemed to be a lot of holes in his memory. A loud knock took him out of the trance. Quickly, he haphazardly threw on some clothes before letting you enter his room. 

“Plus, last night you were pretty energetic.

The air was tense. Oda was visibly red after you broke the news, even after you've forgiven him many times, claiming that you too were drunk last night and yet he was still disappointed in himself for succumbing to his carnal desires, downing the glass of water he was given. He stared at the half empty cup, his reflection stared back. “If you keep slouching like that, it’ll become permanent”, you joked. “My body isn't what it used to be”, he replied. “Stop making yourself sound older than you actually are”

You paused.

  By some miracle, you and him became drinking buddies. At first, you turned down his offer of treating you but he insisted, said it was to make amends and that he wouldn't be able to live with himself if you refused. Sure it was awkward but you both somehow formed a chemistry together and that was how you came to learn about Oda’s misfortunes in the dating world. He’d share his experiences with women and you'd sit and listen, sometimes laughing at his past other times you’d get angry at his stead. Once, he got stood up by his partner on the day that he was going to propose. Poor guy was cheated on multiple times, used for his good looks and money, etc. With every new relationship he enters, he leaves depressed and exhausted. For that amount of past lovers, you're almost surprised he doesn't even have children of his own. The occasional meet-ups has become something Oda looks forward to, a place where he can steam off after a long day at work.

To your surprise, Oda handled it maturely,

  Something’s been bothering you lately, but you can't exactly pinpoint what it is, all you know is that it is related to Oda. Hes so nice that you think he might be a little too nice. Oda often showers you with expensive gifts, from designer brands to flashy jewellery and acts like it's not a big deal, where does he get the money? He won't tell! Oda would always skirt around that question by saying he works overtime for that kind of salary. You thought you could simply brush it off until one day he sat down with you and held your hands. Oda asked for your hand in marriage…! Respectfully you declined, not ready for a life of commitment. But, Oda never stopped. He kept courting you despite the repeated rejections, doubling the amount of clinginess. You began to get annoyed by him but any passive-aggressive remarks you sent were returned with obliviousness. After contemplating your relationship with him for days on end, you finally found the courage to confront him. 

 he accepted his faults and didnt blame you whatsoever. 

“Maybe its time for us to split”, he says as he got up from his seat and left. 

You never heard from him after that day.

Life continued as it was, after work you immediately went home instead of hanging out at the bar like you used to. 

Things were quiet again, but not for long 

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for you took too long to notice a bandaged stranger who was sitting oh so comfortably on your sofa.