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little genderswap doodles of mushitaro and nikolai in celebration for new bsd season 4 content

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the (almost) complete Bungou Stray Dogs reading list

as a dostoyevsky fan i first discovered bsd by being very confused whenever i saw pretty anime boys in the crime and punishment tag, so now i’m using bsd to discover more classic literature, and you can too!

this is my personal list straight from my phone notes app, of the most significant works mentioned in the series. italized titles are those that i really couldn’t find an english translation of but they’re there for completeness (if you’ve found one please comment!)

i’ve also got links to the french text of all works that are originally in french, because i read french and as said this list is just adapted from my personal notes hahaha

special shoutout goes to @bsd-bibliophile and their website from where i got many of the links, especially the works of the japanese authors, as well as the bsd recommended reading list ❤️

links are pdfs unless otherwise specified

the armed detective agency:

no longer human by dazai osamu

the moon over the mountain by nakajima atsushi (beast beneath the moonlight)

an encouragement of learning by fukuzawa yukichi (all men are equal)

o brother, you must not die by yosano akiko (thou shalt not die)

kunikida doppo’s works

the makioka sisters by tanizaki junichirou (light snow) [epub]

naomi by tanizaki junichirou

be not defeated by the rain by miyazawa kenji [online]

demon pond by izumi kyouka (demon snow)

edogawa ranpo’s works

i am a cat by natsume souseki

futon by tayama katai

the port mafia:

rashoumon by akutagawa ryuunosuke (link includes o-gin that akutagawa gin is based on)

this soiled sorrow by nakahara chuuya (upon the tainted sorrow) [online]

golden demon by ozaki kouyou

falling camellia by hirotsu ryuurou

the dancing girl by mori ougai (elise)

vita sexualis by mori ougai [epub]

higuchi ichiyou’s works (no ability specified yet, but see for example encounters on a dark night)

midwinter memento by tachihara michizou

lemon by kajii motojirou

dogra magra by yumeno kyuusaku [website, incomplete translation] (it appears there’s a full french translation for like $1k if yall are interested lmao)

madness of george III by alan bennett (madness of the jewel king) pretty sure this one’s still copyrighted, hence why they couldn’t use alan bennett’s name for ace, and why i can’t find any pdf copies

the guild:

the great gatsby by f. scott fitzgerald (the great fitzgerald)

little women by louisa m. alcott

the grapes of wrath by john steinbeck [online/pdf/epub]

the scarlet letter by nathaniel hawthorne

gone with the wind by margaret mitchell [online/pdf/epub]

anne of green gables by l. m. montgomery (anne of the abyssal red)

moby dick by herman melville

the adventures of tom sawyer by mark twain (huck finn and tom sawyer)

the adventures of huckleberry finn by mark twain (huck finn and tom sawyer)

the black cat by edgar allan poe (the black cat in the rue morgue) [online]

the murders in the rue morgue by edgar allan poe (the black cat in the rue morgue) [online]

the call of cthulhu by h. p. lovecraft (the great old ones) [online]

the rats in the house of the dead:

the house of the dead by fyodor dostoevsky [online/epub]

crime and punishment by fyodor dostoevsky

a feast in time of plague by alexander pushkin [online/pdf/epub]

the precipice by ivan goncharov (this is an abridged translation please buy the new 2020 unabridged translation titled malinovka heights please it’s one of my all-time favourite books please thank you for your attention)

the perfect crime by oguri mushitarou

the decay of angels:

the decay of the angel by mishima yukio [online]

the overcoat by nikolai gogol

dracula by bram stoker [online/pdf/epub] (bram’s ability isn’t named yet but come on who are we kidding)

sigma has been speculated to be a reference to russian writer and journalist sergey nikolayevich syromyatnikov, or possibly sigmund freud

the hunting dogs:

mirror lion by fukuchi ouchi (online summary)

gasp of the soul by ookura teruko (see bewitching shadow which is the only work of anyone from the hunting dogs with full english translation!)

priceless tears by jouno saigiku

plum blossoms in snow by suehiro tetchou (wikipedia)

special division for unusual powers:

discourse on decadence by sakaguchi ango

hail in the begging bowl [online/pdf] (an essay by james abrams on the life and poetry of taneda santoka, from which the ability name is derived)

order of the clock tower:

and then there were none by agatha christie

dark era:

strait is the gate by andré gide (french original, online)

flawless by oda sakunosuke (see his other works from the stories of osaka life collection that has been translated into english, which can be found on the @bsd-bibliophile website)

55 minutes:

the time machine by h. g. wells

the mysterious island by jules verne (french original, online/epub)

matasaburou of the wind by miyazawa kenji [online] (atsushi’s alias)

johann wolfgang von goethe (mentioned)

william shakespeare (mentioned)

victor hugo (mentioned) les misérables french original 

fifteen + storm bringer:

illuminations by arthur rimbaud [online] (french original, online/epub)

paul verlaine’s poetry [online/epub] (french original, online/epub)

frankenstein by mary shelley (adam frankenstein)

gaiden:

another by ayatsuji yukito (volume 1, volume 2, volume 3)

the summer in the ubume by kyougoku natsuhiko (an inherent drop)

yesterday’s shadow tag by tsujimura mizuki

dead apple:

shibusawa tatsuhiko’s works (referred to collectively as draconia, see fish scales which has been translated into english)

chapter titles and other references:

franz kafka’s works (our man asagiri) metamorphosis [online/epub] the trial [online/epub]

the setting sun by osamu dazai (have you seen all those dazai sunset scenes in the anime)

the black lizard by hirotsu ryuurou

the case of murder on D hill by edogawa ranpo (murder on D street, ch 6)

poems of days past by nakahara chuuya (back in the day, ch 11) see poem collection

light, wind and dreams by nakajima atsushi (even if my head be mistaken, ch 29)

if you’re gonna read the above you should probably be acquainted with robert louis stevenson’s works, like the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde [online/epub]

tower of silence by mori ougai (the silent tower and the raven’s feast, ch 30)

husband and wife by nakajima atsushi (cherrirs, ch 43)

dreaming of butterflies by hagiwara sakutarou (ch 65-66)

the sheep song by nakahara chuuya (the chant to activate chuuya’s corruption)

les sœurs de charité by arthur rimbaud (the chant to activate verlaine’s corruption) french original

this is all the main works i could find, but naturally bsd is chock-full of literature references so please feel free to add to this list if you have anything! again i have to direct you to bsd-bibliophile’s online library for more complete resources and relevant authors that are not directly mentioned in bsd + a bunch of other useful content, i swear that page is one of my most-visited websites hahaha

other great resources for free books that have entered the public domain, where i got most of the links to the western books on this list:

project gutenberg

free editorial

planet ebook

planet publish

happy reading!

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😳 yeah ok I thought it was Poe shoe as well I’ll admit it

OHMY GOD MY LIFE DID A 180• TURN.WHAT IS THE LEANING OF IT ANYMORE

I ALWAYS THOUGHT IT WAS POE SHOE I'M SCREAMING

YUP! the mystery has been solved today poes beloved shoe was actually poes hoe this whole time 😱😱

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{Like seeks Like-- Kunikida x fem!reader fic}~Part 3

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It’s been a while, my friends. Here’s part three. Please enjoy <3 It’s shorter than the other ones, but that’s a good thing, lol. This isn’t the end of the story, I don’t even think I’m halfway there, but be expecting slow updates (as always) lol.

Warnings: None. Kind of angsty, but sfw!

**Not beta read**

 The boat was now back where it belonged when it wasn’t being rented out by beachgoers. Returning it was easier than you expected, and you and Kunikida were now on the walk back to where the rest of the Agency. Your sandals chaffed the space between your toes, and your legs were sore from having to walk more than you were used to. You didn’t dwell on this, however. In fact, you didn’t even notice. Your lungs seemed to be in charge, as was often the case when you felt excited or nervous, and each breath of the salty ocean air this evening seemed to be filling you up like a balloon as you were unable to steady your thoughts with the weight of your fears or the reality of your present company. None of the problems that usually tethered you to the ground were present as you kept up with Kunikida’s fast pace, unable to get rid of the rapturous heartbeat that had recently been seeking shelter in your ribcage whenever Kunikida was around.

But isn’t that the thing about heartbeats? They always seem much louder to the person who’s subjected to them. You’re grateful that this pounding in your chest is hidden away inside of your body, but you recall that Dazai always seems to know when you’re most vulnerable to his charms; your hope is that Kunikida has no such intuition when it comes to the affairs of your heart. 

Kunikida’s eyes were focused steadily ahead of him. He had taken you with him out of the necessity of not bothering or burdening The President. He was uncomfortable and introspective tonight on this walk-- even more so than usual. He didn’t like having to pick between two of his personal rules: Not being a burden to The President, and not being alone with a taken woman. So, he was mostly silent as the two of you walked, only occasionally huffing due to the oddly fast pace he had set.

“Mind if we slow down a little? My feet are killing me,” you said after a few minutes. Kunikida didn’t respond verbally, but slowed his pace. You noticed with a stifled laugh that he was now walking parallel to you a couple of feet to the right, as he had just lost his head start on you and was uncomfortable walking so close. Your cheeks flushed at the thought that strangers wouldn't even be able to tell that the two of you were walking together. Unfortunately, this also made you wonder if Dazai would be able to tell. Of course he would, you thought, he always knows. Trying to close the gap in between you two was unsuccessful at first. Plan “b” was to start a conversation; one that wouldn’t be able to easily hear from that far away. 

“How was fishing today?” you asked, and your plan seemed to be working as he let you come closer than before. 

“We caught more than we’ll all be able to stomach tonight” he said back simply, but not unkindly. A moment passed before you responded, giving him ample time to expand on his thought, should he see the need. He didn’t, and so it was up to you once again. 

“Hm, and it doesn’t even look like we’ll have as many mouths to feed as we did at the start of the day,” you responded, thinking of poor Atsushi and how sick he looked. 

“For the love- don’t tell me that- (and here he paused to reevaluate his next words, given the present company)- don’t tell me that Dazai’s on one of his phoney ‘humanitarianism’ kicks again this year” Kunikida said with a scoff, even turning to you, seemingly hoping to find a comrade in his disgust for Dazai. He found a worthy partner, you decided, and responded after laughing heartily.

“No, no- I promise, I didn’t go easy on him after last year,” you said, your laughter stopping as you remembered how insistent Dazai was the year before that he had turned over a new leaf and was now a pescatarian, despite your attempts to inform him of his almost comical misunderstanding of the word. “I was talking about Atsushi. He looked really sick getting off the boat, and I just thought that maybe he wouldn’t have much of an appetite tonight.

“Oh. Perhaps you’re right about that,” he said after realizing the misunderstanding, and returning to his normal self. You felt his interest leaving as soon as Dazai was ruled out as a topic of scrutiny, and your heart dropped as you desperately tried to think of something that would get him interested in the conversation once again. 

“I’m sure it was difficult for him deciding whether to go or not; especially when his sweetheart was so obviously chomping at the bit to fish today.” Well, that’ll do until I can find something better to say, you thought to yourself, already thinking of more topics. You almost missed Kunikida yet again fly into action, responding even quicker than last time. 

“Making decisions is what he excels at; almost as much as he excels at convincing people of his indecision” he snapped back, this time pointedly avoiding your eyes. Thus, he couldn’t see the wheels turning in your head, trying to wrap your head around what he had just said. And for the first time that night, your silence accidentally drew more words from him.

“No tears of his have been lost on my behalf. Not in my years of being his partner” he said, this time resolving to look in your eyes. It all clicked when you saw his expression: he had sounded quite hostile, but his spectacled eyes gave away the softness he was intending to convey. Pity? No- condolences.

You audibly and embarrassingly yelped when you realized you were once again not on the same page. You might have even said ‘Oh, me?’ out loud. Your reaction made him rethink for a moment, and then you saw it dawn on him just as it had for you.

“Oh, my apologies, I thought you were talking about--”

“My mistake! I didn’t really make myself clear--”

A beat, and you both ventured to speak again only to stammer and interrupt.

I was talking about, so you must be thinking I meant, You clearly were talking about--

Dazai.

His voice cut through the evening that was trying so hard to retire; both you and Kunikida had stopped walking and were now facing each other, faces flushed and words out of sync. The timing couldn’t have been worse for Dazai’s arrival, as the scene he had just witnessed would have given anyone else a bad taste in their mouth: their posture, their red faces, their frantic chittering; all things you don’t want to see your significant other engaging in with someone else. But Dazai was different. At least, it certainly appeared so. 

“Room for one more?” he almost crooned, his regular easy-going smile perfectly complimenting his unbothered attitude. You and Kunikida stood there shocked for a moment, but followed Dazai’s lead once he started strutting back towards the camp, his back turned. Your mind raced as you tried to decipher how much he had heard; nothing. He had heard nothing because there was nothing said that you would resent him hearing. So Kunikida was complaining about him, what else is new? 

What’s new is his girlfriend not even noticing his arrival. What’s incriminating is his girlfriend going for a walk on the beach at sunset with our mutual coworker. What else is new?

The three of you were walking for barely 30 seconds when you realized how close you already were to the rest of the agency. Sounds you had thought were the seabirds were now becoming more clear, and you now recognized them to be Ranpo’s snorted laughs, Tanizaki’s embarrassed yelps, and Atsushi’s pained moans. The sky was almost completely dark now, and the faces of your coworkers were illuminated by the light of the bonfire that The President was busy trying to keep alive. You watched Kunikida peel away from the two of you to eagerly help with the fire, and you envied him for having an out. A few of the others smiled by way of greeting the three of you, but you were grateful that no one bothered to point you out or ask questions. 

For once, you were glad that Dazai chose a spot to sit outside of the immediate circle; you smoothed your sundress as you sat down beside him, the light of the puny fire barely reaching his face. It was unreadable, anyway.

 In no time at all, Kunikida had fixed a roaring bonfire, and Naomi had begged Kyouka to sing for everyone. The President cooked the fish on a grill close by while the girl sang in her sweet voice; juxtaposing her warm tones was Demon Snow, who was distracting everyone by playing with a hermit crab just behind her.

The fish was delicious. Kunikida was right, there was no shortage of seafood tonight, so you helped yourself to seconds and thirds, and finished Dazai’s plate as well. Even Atsushi, despite Lucy’s very clear instructions NOT to eat anything, had a few bites in secret when she was occupied with trading seashells with Kyouka. You chuckled as you wondered if it was brave of him or just stupid to disobey her, especially since she was getting such a bad deal from Kyouka, which served to cement the mutual distaste. 

But despite all of the good food and the pleasant company of people you hardly ever got to see unwind like this, you couldn’t help but worry. Dazai was quieter than usual, and you couldn’t get Kunikida to meet your eyes. And, without any warning other than the varied emotions you were experiencing lately, your eyes started to well up with tears. Tickling your cheeks on their way down, your tears were hot and fast, not stopping despite your silent pleas for happier thoughts. You didn’t dare wipe them away. You didn’t dare raise your hand to rub the back of your hand along the bottom of your tear-soaked chin.

A couple that complimented each other- a couple that strengthened each other; these archetypes were heavy on your mind now as you thought about the last two years. You thought of the multiple misunderstandings you and Kunikida had shared just hours ago, and you thought about how many misunderstandings had happened between you and Dazai over the years. Kunikida was often dry; his quick wit was scarcely noticed or acknowledged and his social skills left much to be desired. Dazai was charming and dynamic, always opting to sacrifice people for the sake of a joke and perceptive to a fault. Your brow furrowed as you thought about what was wrong and what you had to figure out. There was a fallacy somewhere; you were snagged on something, and the threat of unraveling was very real as you desperately tried to get closer to the right conclusion.

Earlier, when you had misunderstood Kunikida, it was his expression that tipped you off. You didn’t understand what had gone amiss until he met your eyes in a rare moment; the moment Dazai had appeared. And now, you were here sitting inches away from Dazai, and feet away from Kunikida. Even with the fire now roaring, and his face lit up as a result, Dazai’s expression was just as unreadable as it always was. Somehow, even more tears developed as you started to understand that maybe the two of you didn’t really compliment each other after all. His expression, unmoving and somewhat stoic, gave no indication to what he was thinking, and made no effort to convey any of his feelings.

Perhaps couples that compliment each other are the couples that have their differences. Perhaps Kunikida was right about Dazai.

You heard sizzling. Startled, you looked down at the ground under you, horrified that your tears were causing the sound. Of course they weren’t; it had just begun to rain. Some of you looked up at the sky and outstretched your hands, and some of you started to quickly pack your things. It started to rain harder, and wind swept the smoke from the bonfire into your already wet eyes, and although painful, you were grateful for two more acts of God that could be chosen as justification for your tears. 

Within minutes, the camp was packed up, the coolers and chairs being carried to the cars and the fire being put out. To your surprise, everyone seemed ok with the night being cut short. It had been a long day after all. Looking around the parking lot, still out in the rain, you tried to find Dazai. The two of you had driven together, and you were his ride home, but he was nowhere to be seen. Catching Naomi as she rushed to join the others in the car she had come in, you asked her if she had seen Dazai.

“Oh, he told me to tell you that he got a ride from the President; I think they must have work to discuss or something” she said kindly, seeing the expression on your face and assuming correctly that this would be upsetting to you. But while you were struggling with words, Kunikida interjected from behind you, clearly struggling as well.

“So they’ve already left? Then how am I supposed to get home?” he exclaimed.

Naomi, who was always a little more curt towards gentlemen that weren’t her brother, simply shrugged, and shut her car door. They drove away, leaving you and Kunikida standing together out in the rain. New and fresh tears escaped from your eyes yet again, but this time you made no effort to hide them. You indulged yourself in wiping them away, even though the rain rendered the act pointless. You looked at Kunikida, expecting anger, frustration- anything other than what you were met with. Pity? No, it still wasn’t pity… Exasperation? Embarrassment? No. It was concern. Not for himself, but for you.

“Is something wrong? Are you hurt?”

Choking back sobs, you had decided, was reserved for people who hadn’t seen you cry before. Kunikida had quickly become a veteran in witnessing your ugly cries, so you didn’t stifle your convulsions as you finally released your pent up emotions. He assessed you for injuries when he didn’t get a response. When he found that you weren’t hurt, he dug around in one of his bags for something. He pulled out a towel, one that hadn’t been used earlier that day. He swung it over your shoulders and led you to your car; you understood that when he held his hand out, that he was asking for your keys. He sat you in the passenger's seat and assumed the driver’s seat. 

The door shut, blocking out the loud rain. Now all that could be heard was the pitter patter on the outside of the car as you pulled yourself together and he clutched the wheel and faced forward, not wanting to invade what little privacy you had by gawking at you. 

The silence was broken by you. He assumed you were crying again, and didn’t look at first. Then he heard a strange noise, and turned to see you laughing. Dumbfounded, he didn’t say a word. You wiped your face with the corner of the towel, and when you emerged, you wore a smile. He couldn’t help but to smile too. 

“Kunikida, you were right about Dazai” you said, chuckling.

He didn’t say anything, and instead used your own strategy against you. You acquiesced.

“He hasn’t shed a single tear over me, either, you know. We’re the same in his eyes”

He took a moment to respond, and he too was chuckling slightly.

“What else is new?”

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{Like seeks Like-- Kunikida x fem!reader fic}~Part 2

Hello! This is a part two of the narrative I set up in the last part. 

{You can read part one here}

I worked really hard on this, and I hope it’s not too hard to understand, especially the last part. I tend to use a lot of--and please forgive me if my explanation doesn’t make much sense; I really don’t know what I’m talking about when it comes to literary tools-- mirrored sentiments and sentences with more than one interpretation; usually to further the feeling of debating/struggling with something internally?? But again, I seriously don’t know what I’m talking about, I just love to write. Thanks for all of you that have waited, and for the support I received on the first one. There is more to come. I don’t know how many more chapters, but there will be more than one after this. 

Summary: The ADA is on their annual beach trip, and reader is coping with the fact that she needs to break up with Dazai.

**Not beta read**

Warnings: kind of sad, unhealthy relationship, PDA, mild language 

The Armed Detective Agency’s annual beach day was postponed two weeks due to the weather and scheduling conflicts, but you couldn’t recall a single person who didn’t comment on what a beautiful day it was once you had all arrived. Clearly, everyone thought the wait was worth it, and you couldn’t help but agree; the sky was blue and clear, the weather warm and the sun bright; there was no breeze, but that just made it more comfortable to dry off and easier to set a table up with paper plates and napkins. 

Your legs spread out in front of you as you sat in the sand, the sun beating down on your shoulders and the tops of your thighs. Even though your skin felt faintly sweaty because of the sunscreen that was freshly applied, the most uncomfortable feelings at the moment was coming from your ankles. Though the bleeding had finally stopped, you wanted to keep the bandages on; they would hide the gross amount of skin that you had accidentally torn off from shaving that morning. It had been a while since you had shaved your legs; not as long as you had gone when you were single, but Dazai had whined enough about your “prickly legs” enough at the start of your relationship for you to clue in that he preferred smooth, clean-shaven legs. 

It always has to come back to him, you thought bitterly. Wanting to think of something else, you looked around to see what the others were doing. It seemed that Kunikida and The President had finished setting up the canopy, and were now setting up the coolers, plastic tables, and camping chairs under it. Already parked in a camping chair, (and in one that seemed to be very much in the way of the rest of the setting up that had to be done) was Ranpo. In his lap was about 10 or more packs of fruit snacks. He was already eating out of one of them. In the cupholder of the camping chair, he had crammed two squared juice boxes into the circular mesh, and was holding a third one in his other hand. He clearly didn’t plan on moving anytime soon; a resolve that The President and Kunikida had no doubt picked up on, and one that forced them to rearrange the set-up they had going on under the tent. 

Just outside of the shade and lying next to Ranpo was Yosano, in a lacy black bikini and on a beach towel. There was a book at her side, ready to be deployed should talking with Ranpo prove too taxing, but for now, the two of them were happily chatting away. 

Continuing to scan the beach from your vantage point, you saw that Kenji and Tanizaki were busy setting up the volley-ball net. Truthfully, this was their third attempt at setting it up today; it was a bit of an inside joke that those two were the worst possible people to set this up; both of them never read directions and were too easily distracted. They could also never decide on a spot big and flat enough for the court. If your hearing had served you correctly, the two of them had had to move from their original spot because Tanizaki had seen a crab and got scared of stepping on it while playing. Kenji was easily swayed, and the location was moved. Everyone seemed to know of their incompetence in this area of beach-day-setup-chores except for them, as they were always the first to volunteer each year. 

Laughing at the mental image of Tanizaki being spooked by what was no doubt a tiny little crab, your eyes then fell on Namoi and Kyouka. Kyouka’s hair was in braids, and she was currently working on doing the same to Naomi. Not far from them, Atsushi was sitting in the sand eating a popsicle. You looked away when half of it fell off the stick and onto his lap, not wanting him to be embarrassed that you had caught him staining his swim trunks a sticky orange this soon in the day. Clearly, you weren’t alone in laughing at this moment, but you did it much more privately than Lucy; she had just changed into her swimsuit and coverup, and was walking towards him loudly laughing at him. He turned red and stammered something you couldn’t hear from this distance, but your heart was warmed when she sat next to him and grabbed the popsicle stick saying that he “at the very least should get a good joke.”

Whether it was a good joke or not, you didn’t get to hear, as your eavesdropping efforts were thwarted with the arrival of Dazai. He yawned loudly as he sat next to you, wrapping his arm around you and pulling close, his hands cupping and grabbing at curves along the way. You rolled your eyes. 

“You’re so annoying,” you said. And you meant it. You used to be unable to say the same thing without having to stifle a giggle or a blush, but Dazai had no such power over you any longer; at least not when he pulled this sort of tacky shit.

“I love you too darling~” he whispered back, but let go of you anyway. You looked around to see if any of the others had seen; it didn’t look like it, but you were still beet red.

“Why do you only say that when I’m angry with you?” you huffed, the sun suddenly feeling a whole lot colder. 

“Only to show you I care is all!” he defended. He was wearing sunglasses and shorts with a button up shirt. Of course, bandages were still covering his arms, neck, and legs. 

“Are you sure you want to set up all the way over here? Wouldn’t it be more fun if we were closer to the others?” you suggested, your eyes wandering to the rest of the group, and coincidentally, on Kunikida. 

Dazai sighed loudly at this, as if it was a burden to him. He was making you carry all of your guys’ stuff around anyway. He brought his hand up to his chin and rubbed it; you almost scoffed. He always made a big act out of everything he did; he wanted you to wait with baited breath for his answer. You didn’t want to humor him today, but you also weren't going to interrupt him either. You let him do his “response theatre,” and the two of you moved closer to the group. 

When you had first met Dazai, you took any excuse to spend some alone time with him. He would lead the way, take you on a path with many twists and turns. Sometimes he would hold your hand as he led, other times he would just expect you to glue your eyes to him and follow. You remember one night, new years night, everyone in the office was watching the fireworks out the window. You watched as Dazai slipped out of the room. You followed, and he offered to take you to somewhere where you could see the fireworks better. You had fully expected for him to take you to the roof, but he surprised you, and instead took you to a mechanical room in the building… At the time, you had never felt so satisfied. But looking back now, you wished you could have seen the fireworks.

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The sun was now in the middle of the sky, and most of the group was winding down for the afternoon; Kenji especially, as only Ranpo rivaled him in the amount of snacks eaten. Yosano had long since fallen asleep, and even Ranpo was yawning as he threw teddy grahams out to a dozen seagulls, all of whom had waited for their payout the whole morning. Kyouka was asleep, wrapped up in a towel, her hair still in braids and her cheeks and nose dusted with red from the unforgiving sun. She had been playing out in the waves with the Tanizaki siblings for most of the day.

Everyone else had left to go fishing about an hour ago. Every summer on beach day, the ADA would rent a small speedboat, and Kunikida and The President would invite whoever wanted to come to go fishing, and whatever was caught was either used as bait, or packed up to be grilled that night for dinner. You and Dazai had gone with them last year, although you weren’t much help. Dazai had long ago realized that he couldn’t out-do Kunikida’s fishing skill, so instead of being better than him at it, he opted not to try at all. His hook wasn’t even baited when it was underwater, which greatly vexed Kunikida. 

“It’s a strategy that I invented. I call it Vegan Fishing,” Dazai said with a sneer, and although Kunikida thought that it was a waste of time, he remarked that it was better than the year before, when Dazai had insisted on playing loud mariachi music the whole trip. 

This year, you and Dazia stayed back; you would have loved to have gone, but there was only enough room for two more people, and since Dazai didn’t want to go, Lucy and Atsushi went in your stead. You were pretty disappointed, but ultimately glad that they got to go; Lucy mentioned it had been years since she had gone fishing, and Atsushi just wanted to go wherever she would take him. 

With a warm smile that often accompanies thinking of younger couples, you looked down at Dazai, who was asleep and resting his head in your lap. Your smile lingered, as you stroked his hair and thought about what the two of you had been through over the past two years. Only now did your expression drop into neutrality and your thoughts to practicality. You couldn't do this for much longer. You couldn’t pretend that everything was going to sort itself out. You couldn’t wait for Dazai to fight for you any longer. 

You continued to stroke his wavy hair. Without warning, you mind started to think if this was going to be the last time you would stroke his hair like this. You looked at his relaxed face as he slept there, and you wondered if your next boyfriend would be as handsome, and how long it would be before your next boyfriend. Maybe this was it. You thought of all the things you liked about him. It was a long list; one that made you forget that the purpose of the list was meant to aid you in finding someone better. You reminded yourself of the inevitable expiration of your relationship, then pondered on whether your love for him was bound to the same parameters. 

Even after breaking up, you believed you would continue to love Dazai. You wondered if he would hold you in the same regard, or if he would resent you, or worse, forget about you. You thought about how quickly he might be back, and you thought about how awkward it would eventually be when the two of you had found someone else. 

You thought about almost everything there on the warm sand, the afternoon sun serving to both lull you into a state of sleepiness, and also shedding light on a subject you had subconsciously been avoiding. Why didn’t this hurt as much as you thought it would? Why were you so strangely ok with what was going through your mind? Were you strong, or heartless for not crying now; now when the prospect of breaking up with your boyfriend of two years was more real than ever. 

But then, the thought of Kunikida following you into the hallway at work entered your head, and your heart seized, and for the first time since that day a week or two ago, you felt tears well up at the bottom of your eyes. You were rapidly approaching the day that you would have to break up with Dazai; and that would be difficult. But damn, if that day wasn’t a roundhouse kick to the stomach while you were already down. 

You stopped stroking his hair and instead, laid back down on the beach towel behind you. Dazai shifted to move up next to you, and despite the heat of the afternoon, it wasn't uncomfortable when he snuggled up next to you. You started to fall asleep, once again reminding yourself that this might be the last time you would get to do this with him before everything changes. If only you had felt this level of comfort only a matter of days ago; the day that started all this thought of breaking up and moving on. Though for now, you still had a boyfriend, that day you lost something more important. 

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Never had you woken up from an afternoon nap so energized and excitable. You remembered the thoughts you were sorting out before the nap clearly, but thankfully you were able to push those aside at the sight of the little boat heralding the arrival of the fishing group. You got to your feet and walked into the water to meet them, the boat easing up against the shallow as Kunikida hopped out with a splash and helped everyone out of the back of the boat. You could only assume the trip was a success, as you could hear everyone chatting happily as they exited the boat. Atsushi looked a bit sick, but even he was saying that he had a good time, even if it was through a watery and unsteady voice. 

The fishers headed towards the shore, many of them mentioning how hungry they were, but you stayed in the water, the waves coursing past your legs just under your knees. 

“Did anything happen while we were gone?” The President asked you, though his eyes were busy looking at his employees on the shore.

“I don’t think so; most of us were either asleep or reading,” you replied.

Then a shout came from back on land: Ranpo had run out of sandwich cookies.

“Well, it looks like Ranpo just woke up,” The President sighed, and pushed his feet through the water and back to the beach, where his highest maintenance colleague awaited him. That left you and Kunikida. You had noticed lately how often your heart had been racing and your stomach lurching. It reminded you of how your life was years before, when you were busy with classes and work, and how monumental every moment seemed. Before every test, at the beginning of every day, even every phone call sent your excitable mind soaring into dozens of different emotions, all while your body reacted to the stress at hand in different ways. These feelings were also not unlike when you and Dazai had first met. This realization made you snap your attention back to the beach, your eyes busy scanning for Dazai and your mind trying to decide if this guilt was an appropriate reaction. 

What did you have to feel guilty for? Being alone, yet out in the open, with Kunikida? At any moment, anyone from your workplace could look out to the sea and see you and Kunikida doing nothing other than talking; and anyone that knew you and Kunikida would know that the conversation was a stilted and awkward, if not boring, interaction. But had they known how your heart was racing, how you started to feel sweat bead on your forehead and upper lip despite not having sweat the whole day in the hot summer sun, they might raise an eyebrow. Had any of them known what you had just been rationalizing (and even going so far as to plan) only an hour or two ago on the beach, they might get the wrong idea. But none of them had a clue. Well, at least none of them who cared to gossip about it had a clue.

“I have to take the boat back to the dock; would you mind getting The President and telling him I need him to spot me when I dock it?” Kunikida asked, and your attention was back on him. You could feel a burning in your ears and on the back of your neck. God Willing, those sensations would only be sunburns. Grateful for any excuse not to look him in the eyes, you looked back on shore to see almost every one of your co-workers swarming Fukuzawa; evidently, all of them were waiting for his return. You looked back at Kunikida yet again, forgetting your promise to yourself not to look him in the eyes, and you found that he had had the same realization. 

His eyes were also on the poor President, his expression in his signature frown. The two of you could even make out the sounds of Ranpo excitedly trying to talk over everyone who was telling The President something. What was it that compelled Kunikida to ask what he did next? You can’t say you weren’t expecting it, in some sort of cosmic sense, but you weren't necessarily keen on analyzing the specifics of it. Perhaps it was his respect for Ranpo, or his sense of duty in getting the rented boat back on time. Whatever it was, you tried hard not to think of any reason that would make you more red and still all the more guilty. 

With more than a little visible effort, you watched Kunikida form in his head and then in his speech the invitation for you to come with him to help with the boat. And, much to your chagrin, you blurted an acceptance to his invitation that hadn’t had the decency to go through your brain first, all in a voice you were hoping wasn’t audibly shaky. He turned away quickly once he secured your help. This gave you time to look back to the beach once more, trying your best to find Dazai. When you found him (unsurprisingly in the place you had just left yourself), you hated the sense of relief you felt to see that he was still fast asleep. 

Kunikida helped you up into the boat with an outstretched hand. Only when you made contact did your every defense come crashing down. You were grateful that Dazai was asleep for this. You didn’t want him to see you and Kunikida getting along. You were going to break up with him. You needed your conscience clear, your actions plain, and your thoughts unassuming. You needed him to understand the merits of your break up separate from everyone else. You needed your choice to be understandable, resolute, and unwavering. Any other variable added would complicate things further. 

Maybe for now it would be better to deny your feelings. Feelings being a strong word, and maybe being much too weak-- Most certainly, for now it will be imperative to deny yourself momentary relief from your troubles. You wanted to take his hand, you really did. But more than anything, you wanted to be true to your feelings. To honor your thoughts and protect your actions. But right now, it was more important to delay these more complicated nuances in favor of your wishes for how this was all going to go down; and selfishly indulging in the things that give you comfort would give Dazai leverage to deny you. Yes, it's for the best that you withdraw your hand. This is what you were thinking.

Maybe you should have listened. Before you knew it, you were in the boat and fastening a life vest. A sunken ship was always worrisome.

Maybe you should have denied your feelings-- Maybe being too strong a word, and feelings being much too weak.

{mayoi card dump under the cut}:

It’s been a while since I’ve dumped some Mayoi cards, but these ones are special, because they’re the beach themed ones!!! Rest assured that I was writing this chapter with these outfits in mind!!

#kunikida x reader #bungou stray dogs kunikida #dazai x reader #kunikida doppo #kunikida imagines #bsd fic #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs

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Making really significant progress on the next part of “Like seeks Like,” and I think it might be longer than just two parts 😬 lol hope that’s ok, but you Kunikida stans are pretty starved , ngl, so you’re welcome haha.

Also, anyone interested in seeing a multi-part Ango x reader fic? 😏 I’ve been working on one for like months but I didn’t really want to publish it until now. Let me know if that’s something you want to see, and please do recommend other characters/ ideas for multi-part fics, I’ve been having so so so much fun writing them!!

Sorry for two housekeeping posts in a row,

- Syd

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Oh my goodness, I just clocked out for my break at work and went on tumblr and I just have to say: thank you so much. Seriously, thank you so so much for those of you that liked my “Like seeks Like” fic so much that you reblogged it/requested another part. It seriously made my day to see all of the support; I don’t know if you can tell by the authors note at the beginning of the post, but I wasn’t expecting hardly anyone to read it, lol.

But due to the overwhelming support, yes, I will write a part two, haha.

Once again, thank you. I have a LOT of other ideas for more fics like this one, so, once again, just ask if you wanna see more ;)

(I have lots of fics already half written for Ango, Chuuya, and Tachihara, but I’m also planning on doing more, so please let me know!!)

I’ll get right on it :)

- Syd

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{Like seeks Like -- Kunikida x fem!reader fic}

Warnings: VERY slight language, angst?? but with a happy ending (if you like making Dazai as miserable as I do lol love him tho)

This also isn’t really romantic at all, it could very well be platonic if you choose to see it that way!!

Hey ya’ll!! I got an ask a while ago about how Dazai would react if he made his S/O cry. So I would like to present to you!!! Not that at all, sorry :P

But this was inspired by that. I’ve been thinking a lot about doing more actual fics, and I thought it would be fun to start out with one where reader breaks up with Dazai after talking to Kunikida. Let me know if you want a continuation of this story. I *could* have split it in to two chapters, but why bother, you know? 

But I really had a lot of fun writing this. These are like my least popular types of posts, but my favorites to write, so if you enjoy it or even read the whole thing, please let me know and thank you so much T-T

-Syd

**Not Beta Read**

Never in your life had you felt so alone, yet so exposed. Your chest heaved as your still shallow breaths made your head swim; you hadn't decided yet whether you wanted your meltdown to be acknowledged or not, but with the way your body was reacting to the upheaval of your peace was threatening to make the decision for you. So which was it? Hold Dazai accountable for what his actions had done to you? Or would you yet again spare him the annoyance of having to listen to you? The arrival of big wet tears landing on your desk with a little splash signified that you were out of time; this was happening now. The floodgates were open.

Your silent tears were still flying under the radar of the rest of the office, but one sniffle changed that. Kunikida, who was so annoyingly attuned to anything out of the ordinary happening in the workplace, was the first to notice you. You didn’t raise your head to look back at him, which served to confirm in his mind what he was seeing: you were crying. No, you were sobbing at your desk.

Kunikida was no fool. But he was also in no position to comfort a crying colleague. It’s none of my concern. It’s most likely a domestic dispute. All I have to do is wait until Dazai notices she’s crying. Then they’ll take this outside and we can all get back to work.

He looked around to see if Dazai had noticed yet. He hadn’t. Then he looked back at you. You were still trying not to acknowledge that he was watching you. Turning red and realizing that he was being quite rude staring, he looked back down at his work and tried to focus.

In reality, only seconds had passed; but to Kunikida, it felt like minutes. He couldn’t focus on his work. Why hasn’t Dazai noticed yet? Is he just ignoring her? 

Thinking maybe he had missed something, he thought back on the conversation that had happened between you and Dazai just minutes ago.

You had walked back into the office after a restroom break. Then you strolled over to your desk, stopping to talk to Dazai on the way back. Your hands rested on his shoulders and you suggested that the two of you get something to eat. Kunikida didn’t hear what Dazai muttered next, but it must have been negative, as you then walked the rest of the way back to your desk, walking carefully as if you were made of glass. 

Replaying the scenario in his head over and over again, Kunikida frowned slightly as he tried to understand. He was a detective, true, but he also had made it very clear in his ideals not to meddle in affairs of the heart. He readjusted his glasses further up on his nose and scanned his desk for his ideals; a habit that he had picked up that helped him ground himself. Adjust the glasses, find the ideals. Adjust the glasses, lick his lips, find the ideals. Adjust the glasses, realize how thirsty he was, find the ideals, good Lord why hadn’t Dazai noticed his crying girlfriend yet? Find the ideals. The ideals!

His eyes and head were both frantically searching for his notebook. When he finally found it (sitting on the edge of his desk within reaching distance) he lunged forward to grab it, making a couple people jump, and sending his chair rolling backwards into the wall with the force at which he stood up. He gulped as he saw the several pairs of eyes on him, chief among them yours. Your watery stare met his resolute boundary. He nodded slightly at you, and turned around to retrieve his chair from behind him. Pulling his chair back to his desk, he heard the office door open, and looked up just in time to see your back as you walked out. 

Kunikida, his eyes still on the now closed door, let his eyes drop out of focus. Both his posture and thoughts, however, were still on you, even though you had left the room to finally allow yourself to address your emotions in privacy. He was left to wonder again why you were crying. This ponderance once again led him to scold himself. It really was none of his business. He had always been of the opinion that work matters and personal matters should stay separate. This is what he had always thought. This ideal was also the reason he gave himself for being so uncomfortable upon hearing of yours and Dazai’s relationship. It was irresponsible. It was juvenile, this attraction you had no doubt felt for the man. It was unfair--in the sense that you had started to give all of your attention to a man who wasn’t capable of giving you the attention you deserved. Careful. Adjust the glasses--for the love, was Dazai still here? Scoffing more audibly than he would have liked, Kunikida turned his attention to Dazai. He was still typing away on his computer, appearing to be working hard. Typical. So focused on appearances. Dazai would be far less dangerous if his head were as empty as he wanted people to believe it was. Kunikida had known Dazai long enough to understand that nothing got past that “empty” head of his, including the feelings and needs of others that he would so happily turn a blind eye to at the very indication of anything turbulent afoot. 

Frowning while looking at Dazai was by no means uncharacteristic for Kunikida. But he would usually notice when Dazai would look back up at him. No such thing happened today, as Dazai had to clear his throat to get him to remember what was happening. Reaching to adjust his glasses once again, his mind snapped back into reality, as his hand tightened its grip on his ideals. Kunikida had all but memorized at least the first hundred pages of his notebook; so while many of his deepest values, ideas, and goals shouted at him to stay out of things that didn’t concern him, one ideal (number 79.5) served to quicken his pace as he made his way across the office and to the door you had just exited out of: A crying woman deserves a quiet companion.

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The building that hosted the ADA was also host to a number of other businesses, firms, and the like. The hallways in between these respective workplaces and offices often were decorated with inoffensive- if not entirely useful- objects and furniture pieces. And although you had never found much use out of the small mirror hanging on the wall just outside of the entrance to the Agency, it came in handy now as you wiped the running mascara from beneath your eyes and watched for anyone behind you coming out of the office. The frosted glass door was filled with a tall and slender silhouette, but you knew the outline of the person you wanted to see well enough to know that this wasn’t him: it was Kunikida.

You could see that he was surprised to see you this close to the office you had just excused yourself from. His body slowed and his shoulders relaxed as he made his way closer to you, gauging your expression in the mirror as he cautiously approached.

You were in no mood to humor him. Your emotions, which just a moment ago were so tender and self-pitying, now turned solid as you resolved to keep the things you held closest to you private. 

“If you’ve come to watch a grown woman cry, you’re going to have to pay the concession” You said kurtley and unmoving, surprising both yourself and him at the lack of wavering in your voice.

“Would a glass of water do?” He asked, unwilling to give up just yet.

You turn around to face him. His ideals in hand and his eternally frowning face were more of a disappointing sight than you would ever admit to him. You pondered on his offer, then nodded your head, not wanting to part with the only company you had garnered, however unfavorable it seemed to be. You pressed your back against the wall and slid down, sitting with your wrists resting on your knees and your thumbs hooked together. He reappeared with a small paper cup filled with cool and familiar water-cooler water. Gulping down the offering, you waited for him to say something. He didn’t. He instead took your now empty cup, and walked just around the corner to refill it. When he came back to give it to you, he slid down to sit as well, about a foot from you. 

The distance he was keeping amused you a little bit. He had always been odd like this; even before you had a boyfriend, Kunikida always kept his distance. This didn’t just apply with you, either; Dazai had been more than happy to point out to you on quite a few occasions just how “gentlemanly” he was. You remembered with a slight smile on your face how he had never gotten closer than a foot to any female clients. He would always pay the tab when they met with clients at restaurants or cafes. When giving rides to women, he would always open the backseat door for them, then drive them like a chauffeur to their destination. You thought of how Dazai was always so quick to make fun of these things, but Kunikida continued anyway. 

A twinge of guilt gripped you as you remembered all of the times you and Dazai had made things more difficult for Kunikida; Your intentions were of course never malicious; but you couldn’t say the same for Dazai.

In your reverie, you remembered the times Kunikida had lectured Dazai on the importance of hard work. While you agreed with what he was saying, it was always within your best interest to take Dazai’s side. This had led to more than one occasion where you ended up having to do both your own work and his. Growing annoyed at the thought of Dazai, you instead focused on another irritating detail of the memory: When Kunikida made you redo half of the paperwork you had spent the better part of your free time completing because it wasn’t “up to standard.” You had been so mad at him that night; the extra time you had spent in the office caused you to miss the bus, so you had to walk home in the dark and in the rain. 

“What was wrong with the paperwork I did?” You asked suddenly as you turned accusingly at Kunikida. 

He looked confused for only a second before he must have remembered the occasion that you were referencing.

“It was missing key details about the cases that needed to be included. There were also several grammatical errors, as well as some highly opinionated and biased statements in both the case description and the summary” He ended his thought. When only silence followed, he looked back to you.

“I had to do both mine and Dazai’s work that day, and you couldn’t throw me a bone?” you asked, trying to guilt trip him despite his annoyingly acceptable answer. Shame on him for bringing reason into a conversation with a crying woman whose mascara was still not completely washed off her cheeks.

“And you couldn’t just say no?” He responded, obviously not affected in the least by proving you wrong. 

Frustrated by his matter-of-fact response that was as reasonable as it was difficult to hear and accept at the moment, you huffed out of your nose a bit, and tried to think of something that would hurt him.

“Do you ever get tired of expecting perfection? Does it ever get lonely up at the top, with nothing to do but turn your nose up at the commoners?” Something of a grimace was distorting your face as you said this. Again, guilt hit you. This time, however, it was more than a twinge. Kunikida, however annoying he was, had gone out of his way to make sure you were ok. The least you could do was spare him your censure.

You sighed, purposely not looking at him; the no doubt hurt expression on his face wouldn’t do you any good, as you already started to apologize. 

“I’m sorry. I’m having a bit of a hard day. You didn’t deserve--”

“--I had you redo the paperwork because it was going to be archived once the case was closed.”

You were taken aback; Had he really just interrupted your apology to him to talk more about a subject that you had moved on from?

“Pardon?” you said, now chancing a look at his face that wasn’t offended in the slightest. Had he even heard the mean thing you said to him?

“As you well know, every detail of every case is meticulously scrutinized throughout the investigation. It has been, and must continue to be made clear to everyone employed at the Armed Detective Agency the importance of closing a case, and the proper way to archive it.” He said as if he was reading something off of a flashcard just out of your line of sight. Ignoring how confused you looked, he continued.

“Closing a case properly is just as important as taking care of the client when the investigation is still ongoing. Some clients come to us as a last resort; some because the police won’t take them seriously. And yet, some of our clients will even fight us every step of the way. But the same thing happens at the end of every job, the closing of every investigation. The report is written, saved to the computer and printed out and filed.”

“Yes… I’m aware of how this works” You said after some time. 

Not having anything else to say, you brought the paper cup back to your lips and drank until the water was gone. You even let it linger there, tipped over on your lips, buying time to keep them occupied with anything other than talking to your companion. 

Kunikida also sat there, though he was a little more practiced in dealing with awkward silences and didn’t feel like he needed to fill the space. However, those who find themselves quiet most of the time are often forced into being good listeners; and those who find themselves being good listeners will oftentimes hear things they don’t want to hear. Such was the case when you opted to fill the silence.

“Did Dazai even look up?”

Kunikida looked at you in surprise. He hadn’t expected such a sincere and desperate question. When he found that you were resolutely not looking back up at him, he faced forward once again and answered.

“I don’t think he noticed you were crying”

“So that’s a no,” you said, fully expecting that answer but upset by it nonetheless.

“Did anyone else notice?” you asked suddenly, an afterthought but an important one.

He shrugged. You continued to look at him, waiting for a more suitable answer which he eventually gave.

“Tanizaki looked up. He only saw the back of you though. I think I was the only one that noticed before you got up to leave.” 

“You and Dazai” you muttered.

Kunikida prided himself on being a man that was generally unconcerned with drama. But he knew that now was no time for this stuffy dignity: She wanted to talk about it, and he didn’t. But the crying woman usually gets her way when it comes to these things, so he was willing to listen, and maybe offer a few clarifying questions so she could more easily get the feelings off of her chest. One such clarifying question was asked directly:

“What did he say to you?”

“When?”

“When you came back from break and talked to Dazai” he said, growing a little red at how nosy he sounded. You really have to mean something when you have to clarify it or repeat yourself, and Kunikida wouldn’t have been comfortable doing either given the subject matter 

You were the one turning red once you had grasped what he was asking. He saw that?, you thought as your heart sank. It was one thing crying in front of your coworkers- unpleasant and embarrassing- but it was another for them to witness a very significant moment in your personal relationship; a moment you didn’t fully understand the nature of yet. It felt so private to you. Having to share something that you haven’t grasped yourself yet was excruciating. Your mind filled with excuses, lies, even jokes to downplay how deeply this had affected you. But this did little to formulate a response, as your thoughts felt like crumpled up pieces of newspaper were surrounding them, keeping them safely inside, but obscuring them.

“He…,” it was still for you to decide how honest you wanted to be. “He didn’t actually say much.”

It was the truth. But that’s what made it so hard to articulate. Kunikida had expected as much, and believed you. Once again, his quiet nature and unintentionally stoic habit of not using any vocal cues in conversation egged you on, and you found yourself explaining your feelings as honestly as you could muster without first having to examine them by yourself yet.

“But that’s sort of been the problem. We don’t talk like we used to. I understand, and I have been understanding- that we can’t always give each other the time we would like to, especially when the Agency’s been so busy,” and with a sharp cramp in your stomach, you were reminded of the silent and sleepy afternoon office you had just left, the sounds of sporadic typing and assonent music played a little too loudly out of headphones did little to back up your claims that The Agency was any more busy than ever. 

“I get all that,” you said, recovering, “but it just... Hurts.” Tears rushed to your eyes and spilled over the already watery ducts without much warning, dropping heavy onto the sleeve of your cardigan. Every word was a struggle as you decided how honest you would be, keeping in mind that your honesty and sincerity directly correlated with both how much you cried, and how much Kunikida liked Dazai. The last thing you wanted to do was throw Dazai under the bus to a mutual friend, let alone one that always seemed to find him quite disagreeable. 

You thought again about how you and Dazai used to tease Kunikida together, forming a sort of common enemy. While it was always lighthearted and fun (for you and Dazai at least), lately you felt as if you weren’t in on the joke anymore. He had stopped teasing him with you. It was then that you felt a certain kinship with Kunikida; this spurred you to say what you said next.

“It just hurts so awfully; He’s grown bored of me, but I never get tired of him.”

Now was a time that made the most sense for Kunikida to stay silent, as now you had devolved into somehow even more tears, casting aside the desire to appear put together in front of him. 

Whether it was for a while, or just for a short time; it didn’t matter how long the two of you sat there against the wall in this empty hallway. What weighed on your heart more heavily than any amount of time spent out here was the thought of Kunikida suddenly remembering how poorly you had treated him in the past. The image of him suddenly getting up and walking back into the office penetrated your thoughts; you thought of how he might swing the door open wider than he needed to get in, just so that the rest of them inside could see you sitting on the floor sobbing. 

But there couldn’t be anything further from his mind. He was currently occupied only with thoughts of his poor companion.

“You must hate me” you said, almost gargling on tears at every consonant. This reminded you of being a kid. Begging for validation like this. Even more shameful now that you’re a grown woman, and Kunikida didn't deserve to be put in a position where he’d have to coddle you even more. 

But the look of confusion on his face was humorously evident.

“I just mean that- well, it must be frustrating having to see people suffer due to their own stupidity; and on top of that having to comfort them, even though they haven’t proven that they would do the same for you.”

“I don’t look down on people for expressing themselves” He responded, choosing his carefully; ever the gentleman: saying that she was sobbing was a lot less kind than saying that she was expressing herself.

“Maybe I should be more like you,” She said with a sad smile, trying to thank him for his kindness by cheering up at least a little bit, “I should be much more strict with whose company I keep; I should only allow the ideal.”

“What good will that do you?” 

You were very surprised by this answer. 

“What?” you said, not able to think of a more direct way to get him to make sense when he next spoke.

“No one in the pursuit of their ideals has any business demanding the company of more perfect individuals. It’s much more useful to surround yourself imperfect people” 

Still not understanding, you took a little offence to what he had said. Wanting to know if this was warranted or not, you interjected. 

“Oh, is that why you’re bumming around me then? Because I’m ‘useful’?  Because I’m so far below you?” You got a little more heated saying this than you should have; he was trying to help you, after all. At least, you thought he was. 

But this was the thing about Kunikda. You could never tell if you were good enough for him. He was constantly toeing the line of ‘socially incompetent’ and ‘stuck up prick’ the way you saw it. The juxtaposition between his actions and attitude weren’t always as shocking as they were now; sometimes they harmonized perfectly, but in this instant you were left to wonder why he came out to see you if you were so decidedly beneath him?

“I only meant that someone like me, someone in the constant pursuit of their ideals, flourishes more in like company,” he paused, adjusted his glasses and grasped his ideals, “If you really want to be more like me, like you said before, then you have to understand that we are no different. My ideals are many things, including an admission of inferiority”

“So we’re both inferior,” you said slumping over. You felt like you were beginning to understand this more, but you couldn’t really tell.

“Maybe in the eyes of someone more perfect than the both of us. But luckily, we are able to see each other for who we are. Imperfections unify us more than perfection would” He said, his eyes closing halfway through. He seemed a little bored while saying this, but you were beginning to think that maybe you weren’t able to read him as well as you previously thought. 

In truth, he had closed his eyes because he was saying something very important to him. It was a personal habit; one that wasn’t uncommon, but could still catch people off guard or lead them to misinterpreting him. Such misinterpretations of his meanings and designs were of more consequence to him than he would ever know. 

As had become the custom, you both sat there in silence, presumably thinking. You didn’t really understand Kunikida. Even now, after you could tell he had been vulnerable and honest with you, you still had a difficult time understanding. But you figured that that's what made him such an interesting person. Even for someone with every fiber of his being having been written into a book, he still evaded most people. Even Dazai, who had become acquainted with Kunikida’s ideals many times over, seemed like he didn’t really truly know him. You guessed that was because he was more interested in making fun of what was written rather than actually understanding why it was important. 

Then a memory dawned on you. You remembered the time Dazai had stolen his book and read to you what his ideal woman was like. You remembered laughing so hard your sides hurt. You remembered how handsome Dazai looked, and how nothing could endear you to him more than the sight of him smiling. You had spent all your time with Dazai trying to capture what it was that made him smile; you wanted to encourage his happiness and you had told yourself that you would do anything to chase that. Now, you thought bitterly, I’m finding out that he can’t be bothered to chase away my sadness.

And there it was again. This feeling of closeness you felt to Kunikida that was beginning to feel more familiar to you. Then you felt guilty. This was a pattern you were sensing. Any second now you were going to feel a longing for closeness and acceptance. There it was. And now comes the part where you say something that might embarrass you, but still needs to be said.

“I’m sorry you had to see that”

He questioned you with a look.

“To answer your question from earlier, he said ‘I’m not hungry’. I had just asked him if he wanted to go to lunch.”

“And you’re sorry I had to see that?”

“I’m sorry you had to see the nail in the coffin.”

You wiped the tears from under your eyes; whatever was left of them, at least. Then you stumbled to your feet, your knees and ankles sore from the position you were sitting in. You turned to offer a hand to Kunikida, but he was already up. His ideals still on the floor, you leaned over to pick it up. You stopped yourself halfway through, however and straightened back out, looking at him all the while. With a questioning look at you, and then down to where his ideals sat, he got the message and bent over to pick up his notebook himself. 

What comes after the part where you say something that might embarrass you? You hadn't ever gotten that far before. Your mind was more pleasantly engaged with watching Kunikida pick up his precious notebook from off the ground. You didn’t really mean to, but you wracked your brain trying to remember even one of the ideals he had set for his perfect woman. His ideal woman. Kunikida straightened back up, and the two of you looked at each other, and then the door to the office.

He walked forward first, holding the door open for you. The first place you looked was at Dazai’s desk. It was empty. He was spread out on the couch, apparently napping. Not knowing how to react at first, you instead shot an inquisitive look at Kunikida. A smile, a real genuine smile curled on your lips and made your chest light as you held back laughter. He glared at Dazai, all of the feelings of disgust at his abandonment of you as well as his disdain for his unsavory habit of falling asleep at work were written all over his face. 

Kunikida then snapped his head to look at you, to see how you felt. Surprised to see you smiling at him, he got a little red and looked away. He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked back to his desk. Only once he had sat down did you also head back to your desk. The gratitude you felt, the adoration at your newfound friend and equal, you were pleased to find, was something that didn’t leave you, even after you remembered something mean you had said to him only minutes earlier. You sank back into your chair, put your elbows on the desk, your chin in your palms, and your misery on hiatus, but sadness still there. 

The only thing you would be able to do for the next few minutes was think about how you had asked the wrong person the wrong question: Do you ever get lonely up at the top?

#kunikida x reader #kunikida imagines #kunikida doppo #bungou stray dogs kunikida #bsd kunikida #bsd fic #bsd fanfic #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #kunikida x you

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{Date that goes horribly wrong- part two}

Warnings: Cussing, NSFW themes 

Hello, my friends! It’s been such a long time! So much has been happening in my life, but in the back of my mind is always this blog and what I’m going to write next. I promise I’ve been writing; a lot of drabbles and one shots and stupid things like that-- you know, the sorts of things that hardly anyone reads lol. If you’re interested in me posting those, let me know. But in the meantime, here is some more cringe for you to enjoy. My favorite thing to write and read is literally just cringe, like I am one twisted and sick in the head woman, I actually am such a connoisseur of this garbage content.

[Here’s the link to part one], if you want to read it. It’s pretty dumb, but I did have fun writing it back in the day!

Characters: {Akutagawa, Atsushi, Oda, Fitzgerald, Kunikida, Chuuya, Ango, Twain}

Akutagawa-- 

+ He needed to ask his sister for advice. She came in clutch, and she picked out a nice outfit for him to wear. He covered it up with his coat anyway, but he was feeling *a bit* handsome; but he would never admit to that

+ He would also never admit to how nervous he felt. It wasn’t even really a date, you had just invited him over to help with some work that Mori had dumped on you earlier that day

+ But this didn’t stop him from actually brushing his hair. Gin was floored.

+ He arrived almost 45 minutes early, and seemed either unaware or unbothered by this fact, so you let him in and the two of you started on working.

+ He was even more quiet than usual the whole evening, and wasn’t much help at all with the paperwork. He would sit there with his small stack of papers that didn’t seem to shrink at all, then he would cough, get up, stroll about the room for a couple of minutes, stopping to look at books or pictures that you had, then would sit back down

+ All while he refused to look you in the eyes

+ “Do you have a favorite book?” you attempt to ask, not expecting much of a conversation, but wanting to fill the silence. Besides, he seemed pretty interested in the books you had

+ He didn’t answer, but instead pointed to one of the books you had on the mantle

+ “Oh... your favorite book is... an intermediate statistics textbook?”

+ Shit... was that the one he pointed to? He was just trying to be mysterious and not ruin his chances by showing off his abysmal social skills...

+ “...uh-huh”

+ nice save jackass, He thought to himself 

+ “oh. Ok...”

+ He sat there in silence for a couple of seconds, and then once again got up and walked around the room. He passed by the closet door, opened it up, looked inside for a few seconds, then shut the door and once again sat back down.

+ Then, for the first time that night it seemed, he looked you in the eyes. The intensity he was exhibiting wasn’t unusual; or rather, from what you already knew about him, it wasn’t out of the ordinary. But his almost hateful stare still unsettled you

+ “It seems I’m getting a call” he said, matter-of-factly. 

+ You didn’t hear anything...

+ He got up, and practially sped-walked to the front door. His hands were in his pockets, and he used Rashoumon to turn the handle

+ Without shutting the door behind him, he started into a full sprit, his hands still in his pockets

+ The next day at work, he was still acting like himself, but you did notice that Gin was giving you some apologetic looks 

Atsushi--

+ You and Atsushi hadn’t known each other long, but you always enjoyed the time the two of you got to chat. The company he kept seemed to be a little.. “colorful,” but it seemed like most of your neighbors here were a little strange

+ Even though he was obviously pressured into asking you on a date by a man who you recognized from a day when he seemed to be stuck in a barrel, you were still excited to get to know Atsushi better.

+ The day arrived, and he took you to a Café

+ But as soon as you order, this one waitress comes and starts yelling at him super hard about something you can’t even understand, something about being left in the belly of a sky whale? 

+ Then she turns to you and takes your order, but then brings you the wrong thing like three times

+ On her third attempt, you get the picture, and just deal with it; but this psycho bitch put like an ass-ton of salt on your croissant?

+ The whole time, Atsushi is torn between apologizing profusely and staring at the waitress with a mixture of terror and affection

+ It’s obvious his heart is somewhere else, so you thank him for the food, and leave before the check comes

+ Time to start looking for a new place

Oda--

+ it’s super obvious that he forgot about the date tonight. 

+ He shows up with stains on his shirt and still in his work clothes.

+ He doesn’t remember your name, and its really painfully obvious. 

+ Like, he also obviously ate before he came, further proving that he had forgotten about this, so you’re the only one that eats 

+ He forgot his wallet, and you don’t know if that’s a lie to get you to pay for the meal or not, but you suspect that that’s the case because you catch him staring really hard when you sign the receipt. 

+You throw him a bone and write your name really legibly so he can know who you are at least

+ But then he sees your name, and his face goes white 

+ Motherfucker legit just went on this whole date with the wrong person

+ He asks you over and over again, begging you to be honest, if you really aren’t Becky (the chick he was supposed to see)

+ Kind of a disaster, but he seemed really cool, so you got his number anyway and the two of you are going out again this weekend 

Fitzgerald--

+ He takes you on a really simple and nice date to a duck pond on a summer evening

+ He brings a loaf of bread to feed to the ducks, but he doesn’t break up the slices at all

+ He also throws them SO HARD

+ Like you’re not sure if he’s just trying to flex how strong he is/ how good he is at throwing, but he’s seriously endangering these poor aquatic birds man

+ Before the loaf is even gone (it’s garlic bread, by the way, for some fucking reason) all of the ducks have flown away

+ Then the two of you walk back to the car, and he’s all mopey and super obviously disappointed 

+ You get back into the car, and look behind you, and in the backseat is BAGS AND BAGS of artisanal and super expensive bread

+ Like, baby, were you expecting to USE all of these??

Kunikida--

+ It’s really hard to get any kind of conversation started- until you talk about Star Wars

+ Then he starts excitedly telling you that he’s been watching the movies 

+ So the two of you talk about that until you joke about Darth Vader being Luke’s father, and he gets all quiet and angry because you spoiled the movie for him

+ Whatever, it was a red flag anyway when he said his favorite character was Jar-Jar Binks, yeesh I mean holy mother of automatic negative sex appeal

+ But none of that ended up mattering anyway, because you found out you were cousins near the end lol

+ See you at the next reunion, I guess

Chuuya--

+ He gets carded at the bar you go to, and spends the rest of the night overcompensating for how childish he feels

+ Like, he gets on the big mechanical bull, and uses his ability to stay on the longest, and the staff at the bar is like “Whoa, congratulations, you beat the record by a landslide! Mind if we take a picture?”

+ But the picture they take makes him look like a pre-teen, so he asks that they take it down

+ They obliged, but now Chuuya’s just holding this framed photo of him riding on a mechanical bull under his arm the whole rest of the night 

+ So he yet again tries to compensate by smoking like a TON of cigarettes, like he lights the next one with the tip of the last one, I mean we’re talking BACK to BACK 

Ango--

+ Ango breaks out the ol’ guitar to serenade you. 

+ It’s just as uncomfortable as you had expected it to be

+ Like, he’s not very good, and he starts sweating profusely

+ And he’s really committed to keeping his guitar resting on his knee as he stands with his foot on the ottoman 

+ So you’re just sitting there while he stands in front of you trying to make this work for like almost an hour.

+ Ango. It’s not working.

+ He isn’t clean-shaven for the date too, which you’re guessing is on purpose, but it looks so bad. His facial hair looks so bad, like pubes man 

+ You do get laid at the end of the night, but at what cost?

+ At. What. Cost?

+ This was the cost: you had to let him braid your hair 

+ Like omfg Ango this isn’t sexy please stop

Twain-- 

+ He for sure just steals two Milky Ways from a drug store 

+ Make no mistake, though, they’re both for him

+ Like, he’s really fun and you have a good time, but he obviously isn’t all that interested in you. 

+ Like, he takes you to his friend’s house where all his boys are hanging out

+ It’s really fun, but Twain is the least interested in you out of all of them 

+ He also falls asleep after like, two beers and refuses to wake up to take you home, so one of his friends has to drive you back 

+ You didn’t ever even get a Milky Way out of the deal T-T

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{Who They’d Fall for-BSD}

A-hoy! So, this is by no means a new idea; I’ve seen it floating around for as long as I’ve had this blog, but I just wanted to write about it too, as it seems fun. 

Disclaimer: This is totally a self indulgent, semi-comfort post on my part, so I will be describing all of their matches as being females. This doesn’t necessarily reflect my personal views on each of their sexualities, so please take this with a grain of salt, and understand that my intention is not to alienate anyone!

Characters: {Oda, Fukuzawa, Ango, Chuuya}

Oda--

+ He has been quoted as saying that his ideal woman would be quick-witted

+ This is absolutely true. He feels most comfortable when other people do the majority of the talking, preferring to listen rather than to talk most of the time

+ His partner would be a woman with no shortage of anecdotes, stories, and interesting things to say

+ He would sit beside her, hooked on her every word, and only look away from her to see the enjoyment in everyone’s faces as she makes them break into uproarious laughter 

+ She would be his inspiration, his muse, and his most valuable critic

+ He swears that his books only sell because of her contributions, and her praises are sung as well as her efforts acknowledged in the dust jacket of every book he’s ever published

Fukuzawa--

+ Fukuzawa would need someone independent and successful; someone who wouldn’t rely on him for her care 

+ A woman with sense enough to know how genuinely caring and responsible he is, as well as the sense to understand how to preserve these lovely qualities, and not indulge in them for her own gain

+ Fukuzawa is incredibly selfless. His ideal partner would be someone who grounds him, and reminds him gently and lovingly to act for himself every once in a while

+ She would be excellent with children and animals, understanding the beautiful qualities in both

+ And of course, she would be brilliant. Fitting in with Fukuzawa and his surrogate-children-turned-employees comes naturally to her

+ Anyone who sees the two of them together understands the meaning of having another half

Ango--

+ He’s put a lot of thought into his type and can recite to you his ideal woman. If Dazai isn’t around to make fun of him, of course

+ Too bad he’s got it all wrong

+ Ango’s perfect match would be someone who he is initially annoyed and offended by. His first impression would be her annoying laugh, which would threaten to give him a headache

+ His second impression would be how embarrassed he would be to dance with her, judging by what he can see from side-eying her the whole night

+ Dazai would point out how distracted he was, and Oda would innocently suggest that maybe it was the cute girl across the bar

+ Extremely defensive, Ango turns his face for the first time to get a good look at her, hoping to use how unattractive she must be as a way to defend himself. A low blow, he knew that, but his own pride came first in these situations whether he liked it or not 

+ Whatever argument he was hoping to make was swept away when he realized that she was the opposite of ugly

+ Pretty girls with bombastic personalities are always the targets of bitter scrutiny on Ango’s part. 

+ His third impression of her would be her slouching form holding her high heels in her hand as she swung her thigh up on the tall barstool, panting and sweaty from dancing all night 

+ His impressions would continue as she would appear more and more, even going so far as to make friends with Dazai and Oda, and attempt to make friends with Ango himself

+ Growing first less judgmental, then more neutral, and then finally more favorable, the impressions she made eventually forced him to do something he doesn’t often do: Re-evaluate his decisions 

+ But he was right about one thing; it was really embarrassing to dance with her

+ She stumbled over his feet, would misstep frequently, and would bump into him painfully; on accident, of course

+ Each mistake on her part would be met with her laugh; one that he had grown quite fond of, and would even actively seek out, wanting nothing more than to be the reason she smiled 

+ Her infectious laugh; he had at first been annoyed by it, even scoffed when he heard it, thinking it was some kind of joke. But that was before he knew how rewarding it was to earn it

+ Yes, he was embarrassed to dance with her. But he was willing to make a fool of himself if it meant more time with her

Chuuya--

+ Chuuya would fall in love with his best friend.

+ Countless nights spent gripping his sides, losing his breath from laughing so hard at a joke that would only be funny for the two of them

+ Candid and authentic conversations about the deepest shit that neither of them were able to hold back on. The want and need to get to know the other’s inner most thoughts and intentions would reveal themselves even in the most light-hearted and airy communications 

+ He would need to clarify to his other friends, to the rest of the mafia, that the two of you weren’t dating 

+ No, they were just best friends. 

+ If he really had feelings for her, why did both of them date other people?

+ Still, there was never a dull moment. But there were beginning to be more tense moments

+ Then one night, when she had fallen asleep on his shoulder while they watched a move together, realization hit like a ton of bricks

+ He was head over heels in love with her

+ He woke her up by rolling his shoulder. She frowned and stirred, then ultimately opened her eyes to see him looking intently at her

+ This got her attention. She sat up and looked back, her brow furrowed in confusion

+ His hand then reached up to grab her cheek, and his gaze softened as he rubbed her soft face with his thumb

+ Then, he looked down, his lips might’ve been mouthing something, but the movements were so small they were undetected by her. She was silent as he leaned toward her, still not looking her in the eyes.

+ He stopped halfway to her, but only for a brief second, as he seemed to debate whether to close the gap

+ Regaining his momentum, he drew closer to her, hitting his forehead against hers and taking a warm breath before moving his hand to her chin and guiding her to his lips 

+ Chuuya’s love is shown through touch; and the woman he would fall for would be someone who knows him well enough to feel comfortable letting him take the lead when he wants to show her how much she means to him

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Haha, I did that thing again where I obviously had a lot more fun writing for two of the characters and got carried away... If you’re expecting consistency from me, then you really expect too much. Jk, I’m sorry, I’ll try to do better with consistency and staying with the prompt, but as you can see, this did sort of turn into fluffy falling in love one-shots rather than describing their types. What can I say, I get carried away with the details. 

I also feel obligated to say that I have been writing A LOT for Ango and Chuuya lately; I haven’t posted any of it, but I have been working on two separate fics about them that I hope will one day be good enough to publish here. But until then, you’ll have to bear with me as I shoe-horn these two into every post and spend way too much time on their sections.

But I hope you enjoyed them anyway; I enjoyed writing these as a fun and soft Sunday night activity! As always, requests are open. Have a great week!

-Syd

#bungo stray dogs imagines #bungo stray dogs #Ango Sakaguchi #chuuya nakahara #Fukuzawa Yukichi #Oda Sakunosuke #bsd #bsd imagines #bsd headcanons #bsd fukuzawa #bsd chuuya #bsd oda #bsd ango

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{awkward and lovesick BSD boys part 2}

--Read Part one here--

Just like part one, this is meant to just be funny and not like, legally binding headcanons or whatever. 

Warnings: Swear words. other than that, it’s completely SFW

This was also actually a request from @the-pink-prophet​ . She asked for some awkward/lovesick Atsushi hcs an embarrassingly long time ago. I was always planning on doing a part two for this, and what better way to do so then by starting it off with a request?? 

Characters this time include: {Atsushi, Chuuya, Poe, Kunikida}

A/N: Accidentally deleted this whole thing at one point, but I’m back, and I come with a message about our lord and savior google docs. For real, I’m never gonna type these out on Tumblr ever again grrrr

But anyway, Helloooooo! Long time, no see. I am literally so happy to be writing once again!! It feels so good to have this outlet after all that’s been going on in my life. I was promoted at work, so I’ve been doing a TON of extra work training and getting trained, like I’m talking a minimum of twelve hour days. So while I hate to leave you all for so long, I have been very busy. Read the very end of this post for a more personable look into how I feel about the future of this blog!

Atsushi--

+ Atsushi would tell everyone about his crush on you. Like even Ranpo and Dazai, the ones who could already tell, he’d be all like “*sigh* I’m just not feeling myself today”

+ He legit does the “Atsushi has a crush” equivalent of being a 14 year old girl and posting Taylor Swift lyrics on Facebook and waiting for the sympathy to roll in, but not wanting to immediately out himself for being lovesick

+ If you value your friendship with him as well as your sanity, do NOT see what he’s listening to on Spotify during this time. He doesn’t know how to private playlists.

+ Also be checking for how Kyouka acts around you. If she uses Demon Snow to jump scare you for no reason, yeah, Atsushi has a crush on you

+ Also expect A LOT of white-knighting. Atsushi already has an annoying habit of thinking he needs to be and act perfect all the time, but this will increase once he’s trying to seek your approval

+ If some random holds the door open for you, he’ll get really defensive and start picking a fight for you 

+ “Hey, come on guy”

+ “Pardon me?”

+ “The lady can get the door herself”

+ And it’s like.... Thanks?? Like I was carrying groceries but yeah ok, go off I guess

+ Don’t worry though, the Atsushi you once knew will be back in twenty minutes when he realizes how dumb that was and puts on sunglasses indoors hoping you won’t notice him sobbing to himself 

Chuuya--

+ Oh BABY Chuuya is such a romantic, he’s the most awkward of everyone 

+ The urge to resist impulse buying shit is already hard enough for him to ignore on a daily basis, but if you’re thrown into the mix, you will see him in new combat boots every day 

+ Just imagine him going into Hot Topic, all mopey and lost in thought, and the clerk is like “Hey Chuuya, bad day?” and he sighs wistfully like “you know me too well, Ash”

+ For the next however long it is that he has a crush on you and it goes unrequited and/or unmentioned, an orchestra of chiming and clinking chains will introduce his presence whenever he walks into a room, his Hot Topic drip just making him look like a Michael Jackson music video, and sound like your neighbor’s front porch in the wind

+ He’ll also get back into one of his old hobbies really aggressively, like he’ll pour his heart and soul out into embroidery or some shit just so he can ruin one of his cool denim jackets for a spell before he realizes that the giant “El Tigre” he stitched into the back looks awful and picks it out with a needle 

+ Chuuya is generally pretty self aware and willing to have a good sense of humor about himself, but if he has a crush, he’s going to do some of the most cringe shit of all time on social media. Like his statuses will all be like “listening to Vivaldi… music was just better back then…”

+ LIKE BITCH lol as if Kouyou can’t literally hear you listening to Bruno Mars on repeat in the next room

+ Please, put this man out of his misery and ask him out for coffee or something so he can stop singing “When I was Your Man,” on over and over again, it’s way out of his range 

Poe--

+ Poe’s stages of going through a crush can go relatively unnoticed if you’re not looking for them

+ But there are still ways to tell: Look at how Ranpo is acting, read what he’s been writing lately, and see if he’s been baking.

+ If Ranpo is being more clingy than usual--give yourself one point 

+ If you read one of Poe’s short stories and the main character dies a horrible and gruesome death at the end at the hand of some harpie--give yourself one point 

+ If his house smells like warm scones and you can see his Muppet Babies themed oven mitts hanging on a hook in the kitchen--give yourself one point

+ If you have three points, congratulations. Poe is hopelessly in love with you and has had to admit it to Ranpo who is now jealous of you. You also need to take some pictures of his short story, because he will dispose of it in a couple of days when he realizes it makes him look like a bitter incel. And get ready for some mixed berry pie and fresh mint brownies; Karl and him can’t eat them all, and he’s still mad at Ranpo for figuring out about his crush on you, so he’s more than likely gonna share some with you and the guild

Kunikida--

+ This guy

+ He will be so confused and conflicted about his feelings for you it’s insane. Like nothing can prepare you for the amount of time spent “under his wing” as he tries to justify the extra time with you as him training you 

+ It’s really funny watching his inner monologue try to justify his feelings for you as feelings that a mentor would have for their grasshopper

+ But he’s almost positive that The President wasn’t trying to sniff his shampoo when they were training together 

+ He really doesn’t mean to be creepy. And he doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. So he goes through periods of not talking to you at all and trying to ignore you

+ During these times, you’ll catch him staring at you through the corner of his eye, as if he thinks you can’t see it when he does that 

+ You can also bet that Dazai will be more openly flirty with you in an attempt to get Kunikida to do something that will embarrass him

+ If you get bored in the times when he’s decidedly not talking to you, a way you can get  him back to normal is by doing something stupid with your hair or getting a piercing. I’m telling you, walk in with lime green hair, and he’s going to forget all of his feelings for you long enough to reprimand you for coming into a professional workplace looking like The Joker

+ Then it’ll be back to normal until he starts to remember his feelings for you and closes off again. And the cycle continues

{Mayoi Card Dump Under the Cut}

It has been so long, my friends since I’ve been able to dump these cards on all of you. Again, it feels so good to be back. For those of you not familiar, I do this at the bottom of nearly every post I make, minus the more serious drabbles and whatnot, and it’s basically where I give some of my favorite Mayoi card art of the characters I covered up above. But really it’s just me going on and on about my shitty BSD hot takes O-O 

This has got to be my favorite Atsushi card. It’s his China Town outfit, and I have to say, VERY adorable. I always have a really hard time writing x reader content for him, because I just can’t see him as anything other than like a little brother?? Also because even though Lucy is a literal trans icon (don't @ me, my friends hc that she’s MtF and that is now canon in my warped and delusional head) and much cooler than Atsushi, I think her and him are really cute together T-T. Just a casual admission of my deepest BSD hot takes, that’s all, move along lol. 

This is a more recent Chuuya card, and I just love it so much. LOOK AT HOW SAD HE IS ABOUT HIS WHACK OUTFIT!!! Man has so much drip doe *insert thirsty emoji here, I’m on my laptop and can’t type it, so visualize with me*

Another really new card, this is from the Tarot set. I love this set so much; it has an actually good Tanizaki card in it, if you can believe it!!! I love how serious Kunikida is in all of the artwork for him. It’s so funny, it’s like when you give a little kid a task to do, and they stand there, acting super self important bragging to the other kids about how they’ve been given this task and they will devoutly follow through with it. lol, that momentary loss of youth when they get that unremarkable amount of responsibility; that’s the vibes I get from Kunikida.

No Poe card today, but that’s only because there’s only like 4 in existence so far and I don’t wanna run out T-T

But thank you for reading these, if you did. I sound like a broken record, but I am seriously so happy to be back. I love to write; it’s a passion of mine, and I love it when I get to write these more silly headcanons in between all of my sad angst and stuff. I’d like to thank everyone again for continuing to send requests and support my way, and thank you again for 300 followers. I never thought I would be able to get the amount of constructive criticism and encouragement that I do just from this silly blog. I’ve enjoyed the ride, and I will continue to try and make more content for you all to enjoy. Thank you again

- Syd  

#bsd #bsd headcanons #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs atsushi #bunogu stray dogs #bsd atsushi #atsushi x reader #atsushi nakajima #Nakahara Chuuya #bungou stray dogs chuuya #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #bungo stray dogs poe #bsd poe #bsd poe x reader #bsd kunikida #bungou stray dogs kunikida #kunikida doppo #kunikida x reader

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YESSSS THE TRIUMPHANT RETURN I CANT WAIT NSNQKDKQMWMWM

Am I mad?

hello :) welcome to my blog. A lot of you may know me from my other blog @catintheruemorgue. That was only a side blog and I wanted a main blog! I go by the names Poe or Liver (she/her). I am a nineteen year old aromatic lesbian who loves to write. 

Important things about my blog:

I am not spoiler free! 

I am an adult who writes adult things, a lot of my works will be 18+ so please if you are a minor, you may interact with my sfw masterlist which is right on my carrd :) but not me directly or my 18+ fics.

I sometimes spam at night lol

I tend to disappear at random for random amounts of time, if we’re mutuals feel free to ask for my discord or insta! 

writing requests and rules:

status: open (only for a little bit bc i just made this blog!)

what I will write: 

smut, most kinks, fluff, heavy topics such as s#icide, depression, s#lf harm but never EVER in a cute or sexy light. fics regarding topics like those will only be comfort fics. i’m honestly down to write anything that’s not in my wont write area. all triggers will be warned at the top and major triggers will be tagged.

what I won’t write:

non con fics, underage stuff (and no I wont age anyone up either), pedo shit, scat or piss kinks, extreme bondage and ships. also really random but anything that just centers around kissing (ex. how does (insert person) kiss?) and anything that makes me uncomfortable. 

rules:

i’m really bad with having obligations so i only open requests to drabbles and headcanons. sometimes you may request a drabble and i’ll provide headcanons instead. i only like to put out stuff that i’m proud of and if i feel one format is better i’ll change it. 

max number of people for hc’s are six and two for drabbles.

i don’t do emergency requests

im very picky about my writing so if your request doesn’t resonate with me and i don’t get inspired i wont do it. feel free to keep sending ideas in though i wont find you annoying <3.

i will write for most pls just give me time if it comes to smaller characters / manga characters. 

if i don’t think i can answer with hc’s or a drabble i may just give you a small analyzation of the character and question.  like this!

most of my writing are fics that are meant for me that i like to share lol so unless specified otherwise the reader will be female. i do try and make them gender neutral but smuts will always be female. i will write x m! reader or gender neutral! this is just more of a warning for my unrequested fics i post!!!

i do prefer to write fem dom over any type of male dom… lol

my requests wont open very often as i’m still trying to find my happy spot on what makes me comfortable! my master list is in my bio :) or right here —> 🦝

Please don’t rush me on fics ! i will finish when i finish <3

Extras:

Do not interact with me or my blog if you read or write dub con / non con fics. even if you're a victim yourself go get a healthier coping mechanism. don’t try and fight me on this bc if i get one message i’m going to delete it. 

i may be a little awkward at first because i’m not really used to talking to people lol but after talking for a bit it will wear off.

liverworks⁉️ is my vent tag and raccoons and ravens🦝 is my ask tag :)

i love just answering questions and fucking around so my ask is always open!

Do your part.

educate yourself.

you can help.

stop Asian hate.

Black lives matter.

I hope you enjoy your stay :)

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hello i actually waited for a while to request bc i didnt know how many you were working on and didn't wanted to add to a pile but could i ask for poe and mushitarou break up hcs? just a bit of that good ol angst and whether or not you think they would try to start over,,,?

{Absorbed} - A Poe x gn!Reader Break up One Shot

Hello! Thanks for being considerate of the amount of requests I have to get through, but it’s really no problem; I’m always open to good ideas :)

But with that being said, I also sometimes take one part of an ask that I resonated with, and focus on writing that. So I’m very sorry that you’re a victim of my whims this time; and I hope you aren’t too upset that I went a bit overboard with the whole “good ol’ angst” part... 

No Mushitarou this time. This ended up being super long, and doing another one will have to wait a little so I have time to imagine what this would be like with another character.  

And, in typical “Hickey Express Conductor Ranpo” form, this is a oneshot formatted like a headcanon post. So, sorry about that too, lol, the “creative process” for me is always bulleted. 

but I hope you enjoy this abomination that you didn’t even really ask for, and sorry about the wait!

Poe--

+ Poe would be heartbroken. It’s no secret he feels things very deeply, and this breakup is no exception

+ He would be angry at first; there’s almost a 100% chance he’s the one being broken up with

+ You sit down together after having told him for a couple of days that you needed to talk to him when both of you weren’t busy

+ He didn’t really suspect your intentions behind this, and therefore forgot about your request mostly until two and a half days later

+ He was really busy with a new challenge for Ranpo he was working on, so it slipped his mind that you wanted to talk

+ In fact, that was sort of the issue... When you finally get to sit down and talk with him, you don’t start right away

+ You sit there, your hands clasped, silently refusing to look up at him until you are able to face him without tears welling in your eyes

+ “What? I’m busy right now, I don’t have ti-”

+ That’s when you look up at him and he can see the great lengths you are going to to keep your tears in your face, even screwing up your beautiful face; but your attempts were in vain

+ tears streaked down your face, and in a moment, Poe dove out of his seat and met you on his knees, grabbing your hands and looking up at you

+ He regretted how he spoke to you just moments ago, and was wondering how on earth he didn’t feel the tension radiating from you that he used to be so privy to

+ “What’s wrong?” and “Look at me” were phrases he whispered softly to you while trying to meet your eyes, an uncharacteristic move for Poe, considering he was the one always trying to hide his eyes

+ But now was no time for shyness or inhibition on his part; he was putting all his energy into listening to you, into understanding you and the gravity of your feelings 

+ It’s now you start to second guess yourself. This isn’t a big deal, I’m just overreacting, but what can I say now that I’m sobbing?

+ But no. You have issues you need to address. To unpack. Bravery fills you, but not without it’s side effects: Clumsy sentence fragments fall from your drool filled mouth

+ A universal truth is that you can’t say exactly what you mean with a face full of tears. Sputtering and still not meeting his eyes, your words form into a complaint that you had weeks ago that had already been resolved

+ Poe stays silent, still holding your hands, hot tears falling on and around them. He knows you have more to say. His silence is only making it harder to say what you need to say

+ If only he was being a prick, you think, If only he was less compassionate and showing the same level of neglect he was for weeks until just now

+ You finally meet his eyes.

+ “Would you have been this doting if I had cried to you weeks ago? Months ago?”

+ This was said with all of the trembling that your cry voice could afford before not being able to talk at all, but to Poe, this shattered him

+ He was now the one who was speechless. His fears were confirmed. It was all his fault

+ Without a response, you kept going

+ “Is what you want for me to break down crying every time there's an issue? Are you not able to tell when I’m unhappy until it gets to this point? Or do you just not care?”

+ This all cascaded down him, each question being punctuated with Poe shaking his head vehemently and muttering quiet but sharp “no”s and “of course not”s

+ But at the last question, he just couldn’t bear it any longer. In spite of himself, he was getting defensive. Every bone in his body was telling him, affirming his suspicion that it was indeed his fault. yet he let go of your hands, shot to his feet, and turned from you

+ You saw his shoulders heave as he took in a laborious breath. His arm raised and stroked his hair back, no doubt pushing his long bangs out of his eyes

+ But his eyes were shut. His lips were muttering to himself, and, although he didn’t usually drink while working on novels for Ranpo, he would give anything to be drunk right now

+ Offended at his display, how he distanced himself from you and denied you of an apology that you deserved, you yelled his name

+ He didn’t respond

+ “Poe, listen to me!”

+ With this he turned back to you. He was obviously tightly wound; extremely stressed at what was happening, his lower lip curled in and being bitten by his upper row of teeth as a way to keep himself from saying something defensive that he didn’t mean

+ Because you were right. Poe’s mind was replaying his recent interactions with you

+ Embarrassed. Ashamed. He was chewing the inside of his cheek recalling how little he had seen of you for the last few weeks. He remembered how he had forgotten to respond to any of the sweet notes you had left him on the fridge

+ How you had gotten a cold and he was too busy to make you a hot chocolate and read to you, a tradition of yours whenever one of you got sick

+ How you had moved the bedding to the couch in his study to encourage him to sleep at night instead of feverishly working through it 

+ Tears finally flooded to his eyes when he imagined you during all of this: Coming home from work with the same unaltered note on the fridge; sitting in bed, sick and sore, wondering when he would come in to check on you; Sleeping in the guest room after having sacrificed the sheets and comforters for him to feel more comfortable and more inclined to sleep

+ This remembrance had had stirred up a lot in him. Tears. Shallow and panted breaths. Shame.

+ But words were nowhere to be found. He met your eyes again, and his mouth opened to speak, but all that came out was disjointed syllables

+ Your heart broke. This was why this was so hard. Because Poe cared. 

+ If only you weren’t hurt. If only you weren’t wounded by his actions, the two of you could continue on in ignorant bliss. But you were hurt. Poe had ignored you, forgotten you, placed things above you more than was acceptable

+ You knew him well enough to know that this was tearing him apart. That he was beating himself for being so selfish-- or rather-- self absorbed

+ Yet you also knew that he couldn’t help it. The sleepless nights, the several years he devoted to things he was passionate about, the relapses, the secret drinking. And yet you wondered why this had hurt you the most

+ Maybe you yourself were being a little self absorbed...

+ No, selfish.

+ “I- I’m so sorry” he was finally able to utter, breathless as it was

+ You could be selfish. You could hurt him for your sake, and do it knowing full well you had hurt him. But Poe wasn’t like that.

+ He couldn’t change who he was. He couldn’t help that he fixated on things, ignored both your needs and his own. He couldn’t help this need he had to prove himself.

+ And he couldn’t help feeling so broken, so guilty, and so torn apart when having to face the results of actions he must learn he’s accountable for

+ He couldn’t help being selfish. No, not selfish. Sick.

+ “I’m sorry too.”

#bsd poe x reader #bsd poe #bsd angst #edgar allen poe bsd #bsd #bungou stray dogs

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OK REQUIRED READING FOR THIS SEMESTER EVERYONE 😍😍

I love her writing so much, such an accurate depiction of Akutagawa, she just gets it 😭

not abel, but cain || akutagawa

A/N: Hey guys, this is a little different from my usual stuff. I’ve kinda been going back and forth on stuff to write, and I PROMISE I have some new stuff coming!! I’ve just been sort of going through it lately and this fic was really cathartic for me.

This is my first attempt at an actual fic of sorts. It’s short and hopefully it’s decent! It’s not reader insert, it’s just my take on Akutagawa and Atsushi

tw for child abuse

“You really don’t like me, do you?” 

Akutagawa’s head snapped away from the blurred smattering of scenery outside the passenger window he’d been focusing on. Christ… of course Atsushi would ask some stupid crap like that. How typical, and to even time it while Akutagawa was deliberately avoiding him. 

“Not at all. I hate you, weretiger. No secret there.” Atsushi stared at him, probably assuming there’d be a follow up, but there was nothing more to be said. Akutagawa turned his attention back to the window; he knew Atsushi was thinking, fumbling with something in his mind to keep this conversation going, and Akutagawa did not want to invite this line of questioning.

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bruh this is so cute 😭 always so nice to read fluffy Ranpo fics, not enough of them

Hey!! I love your work!! Can you please write some ranpo fluff?? Thank you!!!

YES!!!! I love Ranpo so much!!! Here’s my idea for an x Reader concept!!!

Ranpo x Reader on a Picnic

Content type: Fluff, x Reader

~As long as you’ve been with Ranpo, you’ve only really seen him and Yosano disagree on one thing: the amount of snacks he eats.

~Yosano really means the best when she brings it up, but Ranpo can’t help feeling like the lectures are suffocating.

~On days where he’s craving extra sweets, he invites you out to a picnic. He loves having you there with him while you both eat treats like there’s no tomorrow (it’s even more fun for him since your sweet tooth is so comparable to his).

~He calls you while you’re on your day off and asks if you’d like to go for a walk. You agree, like most times, and step outside to find him already waiting for you.

~He hurries to meet you halfway and greets you with a smile,

~You ask, “So where are we going today?”

~He grins even more and pretends to think for a second. You both know where. It’s become a part of your routine, to the point that you both consider it a special place.

~”How about you let me lead the way, and we’ll see where we end up?”

~You smile and take his hand. As usual, it’s dry and scratchy. He’s constantly forgetting to use lotion, and the police make him use hand sanitizer at crime scenes.

~You’ve come to find a sort of comfort in this. It still means that you two are together and able to do such meaningful gestures to show you care.

~You both roam the city for a little bit, hand-in-hand. Occasionally, one of you will have to pull away to exchange money for the treats you’re collecting, but somehow you both find your way back to the other without even speaking.

~After several stops to the usual vending carts and booths, it’s decided that there are enough snacks to continue on to the nearby park.

~You two find a spot to sit on the ground. In this park, it’s soft to the touch because it seems enough flowers have invaded the area that they outnumber the grass itself.

~You two start eating your hoard of sweets, starting with ice pops that would melt in the spring sun.

~While hanging out, you two spend alternating amounts of time joking around and sitting in the quiet of the day, enjoying the warmth together.

~You both love having things to share with each other, but you’ve also grown so comfortable together that saying absolutely nothing is just as wonderful.

~After awhile, the sun begins setting, and you feel a slight need to do something.

~You pick a few of the flowers surrounding you and start weaving them into an intricate crown. It’s a small trick you learned quite some time ago, but you enjoy knowing the skill.

~Once you finish, Ranpo asks to see it. You didn’t realize he had been watching.

~You hand it over to him, and he takes a few seconds analyzing it, trying to figure out how it worked.

~You watch as he does this. “Would you like to keep it?”

~He nods, but looks around where to place it for safe-keeping.

~You slide the crown out of his hands and put it over his hat. “There, now you can’t lose it.”

~You two grin for a moment, but it’s short-lived. The sun finishes going down, and it begins to get cold as the night settles in.

~Ranpo walks you home, being as much as a gentleman as the first night you two went to the part.

~He refuses to take the crown off the entire time you two are walking, and even as he leaves your apartment, he’s still wearing, albeit lopsided, on top of his hat.

~The next day, he takes it to work with him to show to coworkers. He’s so happy to have you in his life, he takes any chance to brag about your relationship.

~The others think it’s cute, but no one ever brings it up to you. Any time you visit the office, they just greet you with appreciation. Anything for the person who makes their favorite detective so happy.

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STEINBECK AND LUCY’S ARE MAKING ME CRY OMFG

Literally perfect, just like always 😭 I always wait to read your posts so I have something to look forward to 💝

annoying things they do

summary: small things these guys do that just grinds your gears a bit.

characters: oda, dazai, kunikida, twain, akutagawa, atsushi, mori, poe, ranpo, fittzgerald, steinbeck, chuuya, yosano, gin, kouyou, higuchi, alcott and lucy

these are all based off things i do or have inconvenienced my life lmfao i’ll probs do a part two with everyone i missed this just got wayyy to long lol next im posting being friends with double black 

Oda:

If you’re wearing shorts and have bruises he will poke them when you’re resting your legs on him. He’s silent about it too and if you yell at him he pretends to act like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.

Will smack your sunburn but this one is actually an accident. He just wanted to pat you on the back because you’re amazing.

Will space out when you talk too long, sometimes certain objects are just so… mesmerizing

Dazai:

Loves to jumpscare you the only exception is if it was a trigger. In that case he will just call your name and whip something at you for you to catch at random.

When you’re driving he likes to reach over and honk your horn. It’s almost caused so many roadside fistfights.

If he sees a dog in public he will bark and growl at it.

Kunikida:

Won’t let you on the bed without socks on. You could be sick as a dog and he’ll still enforce this rule.

Cleaning is hard because he has a hard time throwing things away. You’ll spend extra time as he holds two identical pens, trying to decide which one he wants to keep. He’s learned to plan certain days in his schedule for cleaning now.

Won’t let you turn up the music in the car and will keep it at a level that’s so low it’s annoying.

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{Poe and Tecchou with an S/O that thinks they’re super sexy}

I did the same thing with Ango and Oda about a week ago, and I just got a request to do Poe and Tecchou this morning. Yes, I do answer requests, lol, I promise. And this one seemed really cute, so I wanted to give it a try!

****Tecchou is a mango only character thus far, so his will contain spoilers for the manga. And please go easy on me if you think he’s out of character, I have never written for him before!

Poe--

+ Poe would really hate it if you did this in public. If the two of you were at a restaurant together, he would find it hard to order while you were staring him down the whole time with a dreamy look in your eyes

+ He’d hide himself behind the menu, and when the server would try to take it once the two of you had ordered, he would feel naked without it; with nothing to guard him from your gaze

+However, this doesn’t mean he wouldn’t appreciate this kind of attention at all; in fact, he does the same thing to you sometimes. Just make sure its when the two of you are alone together

+ He will still get blushy and seem uncomfortable; he doesn’t much like feeling like an exhibit at the zoo. If you want to sweep him off his feet, talk him through why you think he’s so handsome, and why you’re so smitten with him

+ Always one to appreciate the power of words, Poe would prefer this more than if you were to just gawk at him with no explanation. But no guarantee that he would believe you when you tell him how good he looks

+ But when he’s in the mood, he does the same for you. He always admires you, but when you create an opportunity for him to shar his feelings, get ready for some compliments bordering on poetry; he’ll say stuff that make you even more grateful that he has the intelligence and personality to back up his good looks

Tecchou--

+ It would take a lot of staring to get Tecchou to notice anything out of the ordinary. It will honestly seem like he’s ignoring you, but really he’s just focused on other things

+ You can compliment him, stare at him, play with his hair, whisper to him all you want; he won’t ever push you away or get embarrassed. But he also won’t return the favor

+ He’s a highly trained and dangerous weapon; He takes his position in the hunting dogs very seriously, and while he doesn’t push you away or ask you to stop, just know that he won’t ever gush over you in the same way you gush over him

+ Rest assured that Jouno will be very confused at how he managed to get an S/O like you; Tecchou will just matter-of-factly recount the events that led to the two of you getting together, all while Jouno tries to interrupt or cut him off, especially at the more adult topics

+ “And then the both of us were naked--” 

“Ok!! I get it!!”

+ At the end of the day, Tecchou will be the one embarrassing you. Even though he doesn’t ever show his affection in more traditional ways, it’s these moments that show that he really does care about you. The only times Tecchou is speechless is when he doesn’t have anything to say; your love for him will never catch him off guard or throw him off

#teccho x reader #bsd tecchou #bsd poe #bsd poe x reader #edgar allen poe bsd #bsd x reader #bsd imagines #bsd headcanons #bungou stray dogs #tecchou suehiro