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[rusmii]

─── xxx...mr. mafia!

paring: n. chuuya x fem!reader/self insert

— ᥫ᭡ : the strange redhead you healed a few weeks back has been nothing but persistent on getting you to join 'mori corp'. what happens when you are found by him in the middle of the night? an official recruitment to the port mafia happens, of course.

— ❣︎ : recruiting, literally false advertising their slogan, smug n teasing chuuya, reader is a very dumb bitch *i dumbified her guys*, THIS HAS NO PLOT GUYS !! just wanted to write chuuya, idk what else to put here

— ♡ : another self-indulgent fic except it's a self insert with my husband bc I've been neglecting him </3

[pt2 to mr. mafia!]

-- wc : 930+

“boo,” a whisper came from behind you.

you jumped up from where you were squatting at and clutched your ear, “what the fuck?!” you scream as you turned around to see what kind of sick crazy fuck likes scaring girls in the middle of the night.

upon turning around, you were met with a redhead beauty who adorned a devilish smirk. “the hell is wrong with you??” you ask him— he, in return, just gave you a lopsided smile along with another business card in his hand. “pretty and strong girls belong in the workforce, no?”

“no,” you deadpan and turn away. he crouches down to pick up the business card you smacked away from his hand before it flew away.

a meow interrupted the scene, and you spin your head back to where the cat was— only for it to be running elsewhere. “no!!” you cry, “the cat!”

chuuya looked past you and saw the cat jumping off a container, “cats gone,” he shrugs his shoulders. “consider it?” he held out the business card again, and you scoffed, “i'd have already considered joining mori corp if you were 90’s hot.”

“90’s hot?” chuuya repeats, confused as hell when you smack the business card back to the ground. “yep.” you confirm as you walk around him. chuuya stood there gobsmacked for a moment before turning on his heels to follow after you.

“wait-” he grabs your arm, “-the hell does that even mean?”

“what else do you think it means?” you sigh and try to yank your arm back, “it means leonardo dicaprio.” you scoff, “and give me my arm back!” you huffed— chuuya watched you struggle getting his grip off you, “okaayy, so not so strong?” he teases, and you just wanted to slap that stupid sloppy smirk off his face.

“hey!” chuuya jumps back as he blocks your incoming bag, “pretty girls can still join!- you don't always have to be strong,” he points to himself, “we've plenty of that already.”

you roll your eyes, “ughh.. don't tell me you're the persistent type.” you moan and chuuya gave you another smile, “aww, how'd you know? didn't know i already caught your attention.” — “you didn't!”

he laughs to himself, “yeah whatever you say.”

you bit your tongue, refraining from spouting the meanest bullshit known to man. this man who was just an inch deep under your skin made you want to grab a knife and cut him out— scratch that, cut him up.

chuuya notices your off distance stare at him, it was a glare- what else would it be? but there was something else going on behind those eyes of yours.

as he was about to ask you what you were thinking about, you answered it for him.

“what are you doing here?” you blurted out, and it was a question that surprised him a little. surely you knew about this area of yokohama, right? “...i offered the boss to patrol around this area..?” he answers, undecided on whether he should actually tell you the real reason why he was here tonight.

“or you were assigned by your boss to recruit me to the port mafia.” you cross your arms, not believing a word he just uttered, “am i wrong?” chuuya puts his arms up in defeat— like a thief who just got caught lying up their ass. “alright, alright- you caught me.”

his sudden nonchalant attitude caught you off guard— where was the teasing asshole who never left you alone ever since you saved him from death that day? “woah,” you say amused, “what's with the mean tone, mr. mafia?”

chuuya smiled at the nickname you just gave him. you couldn't tell whether it was genuine or not, “[last n.] [first n.], official business is to be spoken privately.” his tone is blank. the sudden change of demeanor gave you a whiplash.

“um.. yeah.. so, what do you want me to do about it?” you squint your eyes— starting to feel nervous. confrontation wasn't your forte, and to be honest— you'd probably cry if he'd yell at you when you finally break under pressure.

chuuya didn't say anything but hand you another business card, this time it was red and written in black ink. “the port mafia wants to officially recruit you [name], meet us at these coordinates, and we'll continue our discussion there.”

you took the card and scanned the front of it— it looked expensive, the pristine coating proved it. you flipped it around and found the coordinates engraved on the back, and under it was the time of the official rendez-vous.

“if you are a no show by any means..” you snapped your head back up, chuuya's face close to yours, “..-then we'd have to rid you from yokohama.” his deep voice made you shudder, the back of your hairs standing as you froze up.

you gulped when he gazed into your eyes. it was so dead and blank inside— no light reflecting off of it could change the way it made you feel at that very moment. still, you were a dumb bitch, “you still didn't answer my question.”

chuuya stared at you, humored at your boldness. stupid, but feisty— he always liked some spunk in his women. “i would answer your question, love to actually, but you already guessed the reason why i came here.”

“oh, i know- how about you answer my question this time?” his tone switched back to its flowy self as he took a step back, his smile— now you knew was nothing but fake, adorned his face “why are you in mafia territory sweetheart?”

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[subtletruamadumping]

Random Bits; A Game of Hearts (1)

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The first book in the series based on board games was actually based on Hearts. So, technically not a board game, but the title fits really well. "A Game of Hearts" takes place during the brothers' teenage years, when they fell in love, learned to work together, and experienced a lot of heavy emotions for the first time.

TW: Fantasy Violence

Written at some point in middle/high school.

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♠♡♣♢ Round One ♢♣♡♠

First hand

“Why couldn’t we have had girls?” Neve groaned, putting her face in her hands “Two nice, darling little princesses, instead of these rowdy boys.” Eriker laughed and kissed her on the cheek as Cian smacked Kean in the arm with his practice blade.

“Ouch! Not fair!” Kean cried, swinging his own wooden sword wildly while Cian retreated a few steps. 

“It is fair.” Cian replied “Goodness, you complain worse than anyone I’ve ever met. Isn’t that fair, Runi?”

“Less talk, more practice.” The knight said calmly, though he had his arms crossed as he watched the boys spar.

“Look how dirty their getting.” Neve sighed.

“Would you rather them practice in the castle?” Eriker asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course not. But I want them to bathe before supper, this time.” They both looked over as Kean started to complain loudly again.

“How am I supposed to hit you if you keep moving? Stay still!” He growled.

“You realize the point is not to get hit, right?” Cian replied, still stepping away to avoid the blade.

“Stay still!” 

“No thanks, I don’t want to get whacked.”

“Runi, make his stand still.”

“You both had different fighting styles.” The knight said flatly. Kean groaned in annoyance. Cian struck out, seeing that he was distracted. Kean yelped as the blade knocked him in the shin.

“Cian’s a sneak one, isn’t he?” Eriker chuckled.

“It’s because he’s not as big as Kean.” Neve put in “Kean can put more power behind his blows, but can’t get a hit very often. Cian hits frequently, but with much less force.” There was a different yelp as Kean used his blade to knock Cian’s feet out from under him. Kean continued to advance, whacking his brother over and over again while he was on the ground. 

“That’s enough, Kean.” Runi called over, making Kean pause. Cian kicked him in the chest the instant the attacks stopped. It was Kean’s turn to fall over, the wind knocked out for him from Cian’s blow. Cian picked himself and dusted himself off, but didn’t continue his attack. Instead, he tossed his sword over to Runi. 

“Not quitting already, are you?” Kean wheezed, forcing himself into the sitting position. 

“Unlike you, I don’t enjoy getting knocked around all day.” Cian replied “I’d rather spend my time in the library then sprawled in the dust, thank you.”

“Ugh, you’re such a bore, Cian.”

“Be nice to your brother!” Eriker called over the field, making both the boys turn. They immediately sprinted over, Cian easily winning the race. 

“Father! Mother! You’re home!” He said excitedly. He threw his arms around his mother and she laughed when Eriker crossed his arms in fake annoyance. 

“Oh, I see. Love you mother more, hmm?” He said, looking down at Cian. By this point, Kean came up panting.

“Well, I love you both equally, Father.” Kean said in a superior tone. Cian rolled his eyes.

“I was only joking, Kean. You should be nicer to your bother. He looks up to your example.”

“I do not.” Cian snorted.

“Come, it’s almost time for supper.” Neve interrupted, taking Cian by the hand “I want you both to bathe before you go to the dining hall.”

“Aww, Mother!”

“You are not going to eat in this state.” The queen said firmly “Come now, hurry up and get clean. We brought you some things from Maldron.” The boys gasped in delight and raced off down the hall, Kean trying to trip Cian as he pulled ahead again. 

“How can you want girls when you have two such fine young men?” Eriker asked as they watched them go.

“Oh, don’t listen to me. I just wish they were more tidy, that’s all. And a little more gentle with each other.”

“Mmm. Well, I don’t think they’re going to get any gentler as they grow, but they might get tidier. You never know.” The turned as they heard on last set of footstep coming up from the practice field.

“My King. My Queen.” Runi said, giving them each a bow as he drew close.

“Nice to see them really getting into their practices.” Eriker said.

“I think it is their natural competition with each other, if I’m honest.” Runi replied with a small smile “May I ask how the peace meeting went?”

“Very well. Very well, indeed.” Eriker answered “In fact, King Ovar has decided to let Kean marry one of his daughters.”

“Oh, really?” Runi asked, clearly surprised “As a formal alliance, then?”

“Yes. He will be accompanying them over and staying with us for a while. There can only be peace while he’s in our kingdom, since I doubt Kean is going to be marrying anytime soon. Kean with then decide who he would like to marry and the treaty will be sealed.”

“How long do you expect before Kean must marry?”

“That will be the hard part. Ovar will want them to be married as soon as possible of course, but I don’t think Kean will agree.”

“Yes, that would be a problem. And, these Maldron princesses. They are... older or younger than him?”

“Don’t worry, Runi.” Eriker laughed, putting a hand on the knights shoulder “They are about his age. I was worried, too.”

“Then, they too are only children.” Eriker frowned at this.

“Kean’s almost got two decades under his belts.” He said, still frowning.

“Sorry, your highness, but 19 still does not seem old enough to me to be married. You must do as you find right, however, and I trust your judgement. Good evening.” He bowed again and made his way off. Eriker was still frowning as Neve took him by the arm and started to lead him towards the dining hall.

“If Runi’s words are worrying you so much, perhaps you should talk to Oddr.” She said gently “Rowan has been teaching him, you know, and he says the boy has a great mind.”

“Then, why wouldn’t I simply speak to Rowan?”

“Eriker, you know he hasn’t been feeling like himself lately.”

“I know, I know.” Eriker sighed “It’s just that he’s been my advisor ever since I became king. It’s kind of hard to give him up, even though it would be much better for him.”

“Speak with Oddr. He might help set your mind at ease.”

“Perhaps you’re right. This might have been easier with girls.” Neve laughed, this time.

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[tarosei]

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[dramaruni]

Hello Runi yeobbo hehehe it's me your KSV ♡

So have you ever had a crush on an actor/actress? I'm asking because I'm such trash in that sense.

Also, have you ever wished to be part of any kdrama universe?

Have a good week ahead of you 🤗

I've never really had a romantic crush on any actors or actresses. Just people whose work I liked and then tried to keep up with, and that was the list I gave you last time.

Who is your actor/actress crush secret that makes you trash?

As for a kdrama universe I want to live in - Into the Ring is one of my fave dramas and meeting Goo Sera and crew would be awesome. The same can be said about Run On, or living in the softness of Our Beloved Summer and witnessing the artist Go Oh's drawing would be awesome.

I also want to say Itaewon Class because it has some of my fave characters, but I hated the character development for all the characters, so pre-episode 10 Itaewon Class-universe because having that Saeroyi in my life would be awesome (I also mostly say this drama because I have been writing fanfics about it for the past few weeks so I must like something about it even if it is mostly to fix it).

What kdrama universe to you want to live, my dear valentine? <3

Anyway, I hope you have a good week too.

- Karuni

PS. Sorry for my indecisiveness, I can never pick one ultimate fave of anything ever but I can always give a temporary list of what currently is at the top of my mind.

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[rusmii]

"my, oh my, oh my, oh"

꒰🧸꒱ : dazai, chuuya x fem!reader

꒰🧸꒱ : when they realize they loved you, use of profanity, pure fluff omg, emotional constipation, dazais the moon-chuuyas the sun

꒰🧸꒱: spitting out this blurb from a few days ago before i release the chuuya one. enjoy <3 [NOT PROOFREAD]

— #DAZAI :

the moons halo danced around you, curving its edge to showcase your most beautiful features to dazai. your pretty eyes flutter at nothing, staring into the blank slate of air.

he doesn't turn away from you for one second— oblivious to whatever you were fixated on. he could probably guess what it was, but that'd ruin the picture perfect moment of right now.

to dazai, love was something he ignored. he didn't necessarily hate it, but he always ran from it. commitment wasn't his thing, and neither should his attachment to you be either.

but when he looks at you, he just can't help it. as his eyes dilate— big round, pupils, that of an unknowing pup— he finds his heart racing faster by the millisecond.

placing a hand on his chest, his expression doesn't falter for one second. a crooked line formed on his lips paired with the bright shine in his eyes as his face started to show signs of red was enough to get him thinking, 'oh shit...'

— #CHUUYA :

in the brass of sunlight, its golden hues highlight the curve of your face so gently— so carefully as if you were fragmented glass. your smile like the radiance of the sun, giving him a blast of warmth every time he took a glance at you.

subconsciously tilting his head every time you moved your lips, not even listening to a word you were saying as he couldn't get his eyes off you.

his collar suddenly feels tighter, the lump in his throat bulging outward as he gets tongue-tied. if it wasn't evident enough already, his face was also turning as red as his silky hair.

he didn't want to believe it. no way, not in hell— a person like him? in love? the type of fairytale love you find in fiction? puppy love? the adoration he feels whenever he's with you?

but at the same time, he wanted to accept it. as chuuya grew older, so did his outlook on love. as chuuya grew older, so did his maturity. he smiles at love now, rather than laughing at the thought of it.

and right now? he smiles, lips all crooked as he basks in your presence for as long as you want him to.

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[rusmii]

Can I request a oneshot where Dazai has a dream ab reader ( fem iydm) and it’s rlly detailed ( the dream ) and everything feels real? And when he awoken she was sleeping beside him which did not help his situation.

๋࣭ ⭑dream surreal ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

osamu d. x fem!reader

╰ back to navi

syp: dazai can't help but overthink a fight that might never happen. but somehow learns how to respect you as a person even more now.

tw//: dazai centric(no literally y/n is nowhere to be seen during most of it), timeline jumps a bit(a lot at the end), arguments, it's implied that dazai is nonchalant asshole whenever an argument happens, hurt/comfort, learning experience, dazai accidentally tortures himself in his sleep, mentioned drug, im kinda too tired to tag everything but since its dazai yall know the drill, i'll leave the rest up to interpretation lmk if im missing any tags

♡: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONGGG but i rlly did not like how i wrote this.. did not go the way i wanted and i tried fixing it but didn't wanna postpone it anymore so i hope i didn't dogshit it😭🤕

wc: 6k

dazai hums to himself, skipping on the way home from work. today was your guys' 3rd anniversary, and the two of you had reserved dinner at the beachside in Yokohama. it wasn't expensive, but it didn't have to be with it having more sentiment value. it's where the two of you had your first date after all.

he fishes through his pockets to grab his keys, the tiny chinkle dangling in the air as he unlocks the door. as soon as he opened the door, he kicked off his shoes and ran into your shared bedroom, "belladonna!! are you excited for-"

"osamu." you said with venom laced in your tone. dazai stopped mid sentence, his arms now loose to the side as he stood by the entrance of the doorway. "hm?" he tilts his head, "what's the matter, bella?" dazai asks. he noticed an envelope in your hands, and pictures scattered across the bed you were standing in front of.

he could feel your glare boring holes into his soul. "don't bella me. the hell is all this?!" you nearly yell despite your close distance with each other. he looked at you with a confused face. what could have made you so mad that you were practically screaming in his face for... oh.

as dazai stepped closer to the bed he also saw the pictures more clearly.

it was pictures of him from his mafia days, along with pictures of his closest companions. ango, chuuya, mori, kouyou, the old man and oda. his breath is caught in his lungs as he stares at oda's picture. it had 'couldn't be saved' , 'RIP' , and other similar things written in a thick black marker.

there were also other multiple pictures that were taken of him murdering or torturing people from his teenage years. he bit the inside of his cheek, he remembered all those moments, the moments he couldn't take back or erase from his memory. everything was there. from the moment mori found him and brought him to his clinic, to chuuya and him meeting for the first time, and to when oda was dying in his arms.

everything was there, and he couldn't deny it. the evidence of who he really was- was shining through the roof, and he heard you opening the envelope you were hiding earlier.

he watched your movements like a hawk, watching as the contents of the envelope spilled onto the bed. there were very few bullets he used to kill his victims, the gun used; all dirty and worn down(he's pretty sure it's still broken), the drugs he's taken; the empty bottles lay around as the syringes with empty needles bounce off the bed, and lastly a paper.

you held it up, and his body went stiff as you read the contents. "dazai osamu's list of crimes. 1073 in total." dazai pursed his lips into a thin line. whoever was documenting everything couldn't get his crime count right. he committed more than 1073 crimes in total. but you didn't have to know that, did you? not when you were freaking out about his fraud.

he chuckles to himself, wait till you find out about his killings.

"what's so funny?" you squint your eyes. "nothing, but... wow.." he says, astonished as he picks up a photo of oda's orphaned children. just before they went boom. "whoever recorded every one of my moves did one hell of a job! we should invite them to our dinner date to applaud them, don't ya think [name]?" he laughs heartily.

if looks could kill, he'd for sure be near earth's core with how intense your glare was. "[name]?" he asks as you grab your phone and charger, going to the closest to grab the nearest jack you could find. "[name!]" this time, it was dazai whose voice had gone serious, "what are you doing??"

"what's it look like?" you spat back. he bit back the urge to tell you that you were overreacting and that he's a changed man, so he wouldn't ever act as he did back in the port mafia.

too bad this was dazai osamu. he didn't care about the consequences if he didn't have to think about it. you'd always come back running into his arms after a week anyway. "so what if I acted like a teenage dirtbag? I've changed, so shouldn't that matter now; and only now?"

you gawked at him like he just said something stupid, which he did. "did you just seriously say that?"

"what's the big deal?" he shrugs his shoulders, "what's done, been done."

"what's done, been done?" you repeat, "what's done, been done?!" you yell. "this- that's murder osamu! how could you just... act so nonchalant about it!?" you couldn't believe this was who your osamu really was. you'd always assume that he had a rough past, and you weren't wrong, but you got the story wrong.

"it is, but you get over it quickly. trust me on that."

you stare at him. how could you trust someone who's been lying to you the entire time you've been together? lived together? breathe the same air and become intimate with each other? your head was starting to turn from this boom of information. "It's the past. get over it." his voice now low and threatening. was this the same voice he used for his teenage dirtbag years?

"it doesn't involve you. it shouldn't and never involve you." dazai softens his voice once he realizes what kind of tone he is using. "ever," he clenched his fists, "so drop the topic."

your gaze never left the list of crimes that you let fall to the floor. you shook your head, acknowledging that this relationship wasn't going to work. not when this relationship was built on lies. "I'm sorry, dazai." you used his last name this time.

"so this is it?" dazai says, "we're ending things because I did stupid shit back then? is that it?" he presses the questions on you, but you ignore him as you slip your jacket on, opting to get your stuff later. "no dazai."

"then what?!" his voice was starting to become more frantic as soon as he realized that this might really be it. this wasn't like your usual arguments with each other. it always ends up with you crying and dashing out the door, leaving for a week, then coming back without him ever needing to apologize or talk about it.

"tell me!!" he stalks up to you and grabs your arm, but you shove him off you. "think about how I feel once in a while, you selfish jackass!!" you scream and stomped out of the apartment. dazai trailed after you until he stopped at the doorway of your guy's apartment.

"there's nothing to think about when you're a mindless, brainless worm who thinks they know what they're doing!"

you gasped at that. was that what he really thought of you? "oh! well, I'm sorry I'm too stupid for a genius like you!" you stopped midway in front of the door, "in fact, why don't you find a one night- bed to bed bitch who's willing to sit on her ass and half listen to your bitching for some cash!!"

and that was it. you walked away as he yelled at your back, not once trying to come after you. you'd return to him after a week of anger. he knows you will.

Day 1:

he marked the date mentally in his head. he always made sure to keep track of your fights. since today was the 1st day, he wasn't worried about it in the slightest bit. but he groaned. his head throbbed as he sat up on his bed, taking in the leisure sun.

it was about time to head into work, but he was already a minute late, so why rush?

he dipped his feet out of the bed, walking into the bathroom as he prepared to shower. the sound of the water running was heard as he stripped naked. once he checked that the water temperature was to his liking, he stepped inside and sighed, the water running down him, giving him a slight euphoric sensation.

for a moment or two, dazai was relishing in the water. his head was tilted back as he closed his eyes.

his mind whisked him back to the night before. the fight you two had was nothing like the others, where it'd usually formed from a petty squabble. this time, it came directly from an unknown source, and he'd like to know who recorded his timeline of events.

"come back! you don't know what the hell you're doing!!!"

he could hear himself screaming at your back. his voice loud and clear, but his bungled mind and rigid body said otherwise. he physically cringed inside the shower as he recalled every little thing he said to you.

"you need me! you can't leave me!!"

"[name], are you really going to leave me?! after you said you'd never leave!? damn hypocrite!!"

he cringed at that. of course, you'd never leave him. why would you? you love him after all! you'd never leave him! he didn't have to worry because you'd never leave him!

right?

he let out a long breath and banged his head on the wall. well shit. maybe he should really apologize this time.

"dazai-san!" he heard his subordinate call out to him, "hmmmmnn?? what is it atsushi-kun?~" dazai couldn't sleep a wink the past night, but despite all that, his cheerful self still remained for the day.

he was currently at the agency, sleeping his ass off as he watches the tanizaki siblings go at it

"um, a package has arrived for you." the young boy holds out a small box— just a plain brown box with his name on it. To Dazai, from.

he took a look at the box, and his eyes wandered down to where it was sent from. "who sent it?" he asks, taking the box from him and setting it down on his desk. by this point, almost everyone at the agency had stopped what they were doing to nose into this situation. even kunikida had stopped writing and looked over from his desk. "dazai, what is that?"

"why, a box, of course!" he laughs and ranpo sniggers from the side, "open it, you'll regret it if you don't."

dazai became intrigued at what the lollipop sucking boy said. it wasn't everyday ranpo would warn them of something so trivial. he cut open the box from a box cutter he asked from kunikida; him complaining about how dazai never is prepared for anything.

"yeah, yeah." dazai brushes his lecture off as he opens the box, "look! it's.. a note.?" now that got his attention. he stares at it for a bit as he holds it up, inspecting the strange note that was written on black paper, the ink in white.

an argument will ensue.

what the fuck? "dazai-san, what does that mean..?" Atsushi, who was already by his side, asked out loud, "I don't know.."

was it referring to yesterday? dazai felt as if his saliva was stuck in his throat. he bit his lip as he recalled the fight you two had last night. "dazai, what's wrong? is everything okay?" this time it was from kunikida, who looked a little worried from his lack of expression.

"yeah." he whispers below his breath, "yep!" his voice now as loud as it was when he barged into the office late, "everything is A-OK!!"

"are you sure?" yosano asks, not convinced. dazai winks at her as he gives her a thumbs out, tongue sticking out. she sighs, knowing that she isn't going to get an answer from him. "well, if it isn't bothering you, then it doesn't bother us."

kenji nods in agreement. "if anything happens, don't forget to tell us." kyouka follows up, dazai smiles, and soon everyone is back to working like normal.

well, dazai is sleeping as usual.

Day 2:

dazai has woken up to the sound of someone repeatedly knocking on his door. at first, he thought it was a door to door salesman and went back to sleep, hoping that they'd get the hint and go away. but when the knocking persisted and didn't stop, he groaned, getting up from bed.

he stares at the box sitting on his nightstand, the note still inside of it. he wondered if this mysterious ghost watched every single one of your guy's previous fights.

just as he was about to grab the box again, the knocking turned into banging. dazai jumped from the sudden change of pace and hissed at the cold, hitting him as he rolled out of bed. "coming, I'm coming!" he yells from the hall of the apartment.

the banging still didn't stop, and he started to think about every single curse word he spewed at the person as soon as he opened the door.

"what?!-"

but unfortunately he doesn't get to do so, because as soon as he opens the door he is met with nobody.

"-the hell??" he replaces and looks from right to left, checking to see if anybody ran off. he didn't notice anything off, but he saw a sign that read: look down, with an arrow pointing to the ground.

as dazai looked down, he saw another plain brown box on his doormat. one that you'd absolutely insisted that this lonely place needs. he crouched down to inspect it, making sure that it wasn't an enemy trap before picking it up and slamming his door shut with his foot.

the box was bigger, not as big but certainly not as small as the one from yesterday.

he placed the box down onto the kitchen island and walked around to find a knife. as soon as he found a small knife, he turned around to cut the tape down the middle.

the sound of the knife cutting through it; the flimsy flaps of the cardboard hovered up and down. he sets down the knife and pulls open the flaps, being met with another note and a few photos.

he picks up the note first, reading the contents.

she's upset. brush it off.

dazai threw the note to the side, not wanting to overanalyze so early in the morning. he then picks up the photos, there were two of them.

one of him and the other of you.

the photo of you was when you received a yellow envelope and the same plain brown box from the doorstep, and the other was a photo of him smiling as he held up a few things from his mafia days.

brush it off.

his eyebrows furrow as he remembered the last line of the note. "ughh!!" he groans, "it's too early for this!"

kunikida looked like he was about to burst a fuse, "dazai!" he called out to the brunette who was lazing around on the couches. "hm?" dazai looked up from where he was at, eyes going blank when he saw the red-faced kunikida stomping towards him. "get back to work!!" he yells down.

"eww!! kunikida-kun's spit particles are all over me now!!!" dazai waves his arms around, "i've been infected by the W-V!!!"

"huh?! W-V?!" kunikida spurts out, whipping out his notebook and grabbing a nearby pen, "tell me, what else do i have to look out for when identifying the symptoms?"

"hmm, let's see. since i've just gotten it, like- a second ago, the first symptom would be that you'll feel veeeeerrryyyy tired early in the mornings!!"

scribbling could be heard, "i see. what else?"

"next would be how stressed you'd get! i mean, seriously!!- kunikida, have you ever gotten yourself checked?!" dazai lets out an exasperated gasp. "oh my.. kunikida-kun...!"

"what!? what is it??"

dazai stays silent, his eyes widened, a feigned fearful expression on his face as kunikida dreads his answer. "you've been..."

"infected..!" dazai whispers the last part and kunikida's eyes blew wide open, "huh?!-"

"just kidding." dazai yawns and kunikida threw him across the room.

"what even was W-V, anyways dazai-san?" atsushi suddenly appears in his view, "hah.. atsushi is so swirly!! haha!!" he bursts out laughing, and atsushi just sighs.

"forget it, it's just another thing he made up." kunikida pushes his glasses back into place, "dazai, stop brushing things off. you'll regret it one day."

the said man stays silent, watching the blonde man walk back to his desk. whether atsushi noticed his silence or not, the white-haired boy sticks out his hand with a smile.

"i think kunikida-san is right. please don't brush the problem off."

Day 3:

"walk back safe!" atsushi waves to dazai, kyouka nodding her head, and dazai smiles at them; in acknowledgment of their words.

stepping out from the elevator, he couldn't help but think about how peaceful his day has been today.

and the words that kunikida and atsushi had said yesterday. don't brush it off. just like the note. he didn't know if it was just a coincidence or if it was related; dazai sighed as he walked past the florist shop that he used to always stop by when you used to work there. it held some great memories of his failed attempts at flirting and your coworkers hyping him up.

he looked at the 'closed' sign on the glass door: closed today! sorry for the inconvenience!:(

that's weird. usually, they were open every day. dazai glanced to his sides, stepping closer to the glass door after he made sure no one was there to witness it. he pressed his face against the glass, peering into the dark shop.

the flowers stuffed in bouquets, and potted plants scattered all around. there were rows of flowers and plants aligned on the aisles, a simple description of it under each of them. he scanned around for a few minutes before finally eyeing the flower he was looking for. the flower was your favorite flower.

he sucked in a breath as he remembered how happy you were when he gave you those flowers for your guy's third date. how surprised you were when he remembered what your favorite flower was. sure you had multiple, but there was this one flower you could name on the top of your head with ease.

it made him smile, knowing that you were happy. at that time, he didn't know that your happiness was his.

after staring for a couple minutes, dazai knew it was about time to head back, so he glanced one last time at the flower before turning on his heels and leaving for good.

a few twists and turns, and soon, dazai was back at the apartment. a shortcut! he'd like to call it. 'zai, that's stupid.' you'd laugh every time he found a new way to shorten the shortcut. 'whaaat?? it's my specialty!' he'd always reply back.

bickering would always ensue afterward, but just like all the other times, it was over within a week.

as dazai made his way down the hall of the apartment complex, he noticed someone turn down the hall and disappeared from plain sight. he didn't bother to chase after them, thinking it was another resident of the building.

he let out another groan. "of course, it'd show up at one point." he spat under his breath, speed walking closer to his door to pick up the plain brown box. as he was about to pick it up, he stopped his tracks. his mind immediately jumped back to the mysterious person who turned the corner. could it have been him?

he crouched down to the box's level, carefully picking it up to check it out. rotating the box, he shook it slightly, feeling the object inside moving.

'it's light.' he confirms. he looked back at the end of the hall where the mysterious person went to and got up with the box clutched in his arms. he stalks down the hall, his footsteps heavy as it echoed through the silent hall.

"shit." he says once he's reached the end, "what the fuck..?"

the wall that's staring back at him; mocks him. he turns around to find the same dead-end wall on the opposite end. the stairs down being elsewhere.

dazai bit his tongue, slowly backing away as he retreats back to his place. now, he knew he had problems with his head, but one thing for sure was that he did not hallucinate. and the note in front of him, stuck to his door, confirmed that all right.

don't run, face the problem. open the box. remember. happy, is she?

dazai ripped the taped paper from his door and unlocked it, almost ripping the door off its hinges. locking the door as soon as he got inside, dazai set the box down next to the other brown box on the kitchen island. he moved around it to grab a knife and walked back to stab it open.

he didn't particularly care about its contents anymore; having been fed up with the daily gifts his admirer gave him.

opening the box, he was met with a flower and another note.

he couldn't pay attention to the note. not when the flower was staring right up at him, a few petals already having been scattered around inside the box. the flower in question was your favorite flower. the stem was cut off, but the petals still retained their color. it must have been recently that the stem was cut off.

dazai slowly picked up the note. it was something he didn't expect: do you feel guilty yet?

he froze. so whoever this mysterious ghost was surely had to know about his situation. but the question was, how, though? was there a break-in? were there cameras around that he didn't know about?

that was impossible, dazai would've known if he was being watched. he was being thrown for a loop, not understanding the motive of this person. was it trying to get him to apologize? for which fight? he didn't know, but now he needed to figure it out.

as he walked to the bedroom, another note was plastered on the bedroom door.

the guilty verdict.

Day 4:

dazai had decided to take the rest of the week off. when asked why, he shrugged them off, only answering in shallow replies. they were worried, of course, but didn't want to push him. he was dazai after all; you don't question dazai.

but in actuality, dazai was focusing all his attention on his secret admirer.

he pins the notes to the corkboard, the pictures, and the flower next to their respective notes. colored yarn used as lines are a jumbled mess; crossing each other. everything was dated as well as the plain brown boxes sitting beneath the corkboard.

dazai also had a whiteboard, small but will make do.

he starts by writing down every encounter and event that could clue him closer to the culprit.

• 1st - note appears from the agency - small plain box - nothing inside • 2nd - note appears from his doormat - slightly larger than the box from 1st - 2 pics - repeated knocking • 3rd - note appears from doormat - mysterious suspect runs - dead-end - note on door - note on bedroom door - [name]'s favorite flower

that was all for now. it had been three days (four if you count today). he was anxious, awaiting the next arrival of the box. from early sunrise to the bright afternoon, there hadn't been a single commotion or hint of the next note.

dazai starts pacing back and forth in the room, his hair all shriveled and messy from the frustrated hands that ruffled through his hair.

it had been an hour after he had fallen asleep. he didn't know when or how, but he had the sense to wake up; his chest heavy as a weight sits atop him. he couldn't move, and by now, dazai could feel himself travel down memory lane.

the dark ceiling of his place; a place that he would have never considered calling home before he joined the mafia. he shivers in the cold, the lack of heating and insulation in general made him sweat like he had just gotten fighting with chuuya, and the chilly coldness of the crisp air hitting him like a storm on random nights during the monsoon season.

night after night, he would always never have enough sleep. the container being too dark for him to properly rest; the young teen is always on the lookout for nearby assassins. at some point during one of his usual sleepless nights, dazai felt a strange weight on top of him as he dozed off.

snapping himself awake, he was met with eyes that matched his, the shadow that loomed over him had no emotions, but his words spoke through dazai's core.

dazai's eyes became wide as he shot up from his spot, scrambling to sit upright as he narrowed his eyes up to the look-alike of him sitting right in front of him. "what— who..— you're me." he manages out, feeling the words clog inside his throat.

"i'm you!" the shadow happily announces, clapping its hands.

the shadow leers at dazai, the wide blood filled eyes looking right into his soul; through him as if he's reading him. "so?" dazai asks as he crosses his arms, "what did you come to tell me this time?"

the shadow titters for some time before inching closer; and closer; and closer; and closer.. until dazai can feel the cold air fanning him. "to tell you what to say whenever you're in the wrong-" it's finger poking at his chest; his heart, "-sorry."

he moves his finger up slowly, "that's all you have to say." the shadow whispers, the finger now pointing to the center of dazai's head, "or would you rather have her gone?"

"hah!" dazai guffaws, "do you really think-"

"were you thinking?"

dazai glares silently, his narrowed eyes flickering between the bed and anywhere else but him. "of course I was." he says, and it laughs, this time mockingly. "ah yes, of course you were thinking, totally thinking!!" — "shut up!" dazai screams, throwing his pillow at the shadow who disappears on impact. dazai breathed heavily as he closed his eyes, his head lolled to the side as he succumbed to slumber.

Day...

dazai sat alone on the chair, his meal getting cold as he waited for you. normally, you'd do the cooking, but this time around, he decided to do it.

it had been two weeks since you left; there was no need for a calendar if he marked every single date mentally anyway. dazai stabs the egg on his plate, the yolk oozing out of it. he had his phone charged and on at full volume at all times, waiting for a call or text, but he had received nothing.

it had been radio silent from you for the past two weeks, and it was killing him from the inside.

the silence had been deafening in his once cozy home. most of your stuff was here, but you still didn't make any indication of coming anywhere near the place. he also hadn't received any notes from his suspicious lurker.

he sighs, maybe another week?

Month...

dazai sat alone on the chair, his meal getting cold as he waited for you. normally, you'd do the cooking, but this time around, he decided to do it.

it had been a month and a half since you left; there was no need for a calendar if he marked every single date mentally anyway. dazai stabs the egg on his plate, the yolk oozing out of it. he had his phone charged and on at full volume at all times, waiting for a call or text, but he had received nothing.

it had been radio silent from you for the past month, and it was killing him from the inside.

the silence had been deafening in his once cozy home. most of your stuff was here, but you still didn't make any indication of coming anywhere near the place. he also hadn't received any notes from his suspicious lurker.

he sighs, maybe another month?

Year...

it had been close to a year since you left; there was no need for a calendar if he marked every single date mentally anyway. dazai stabs the egg on his plate, the yolk oozing out of it. he had his phone charged and on at full volume at all times, waiting for a call or text, but he had received nothing.

it had been radio silent from you for the past few months, and it was killing him from the inside.

the silence had been deafening in his once cozy home. most of your stuff was here, but you still didn't make any indication of coming anywhere near the place. he also hadn't received any notes from his suspicious lurker.

he sighs, maybe another?

Years

dazai stares at his shaken self.

"what— who..— you're me." he manages out, feeling the words clog in his throat.

“i'm you!" dazai happily announces, clapping his hands.

dazai leers at him, his wide blood filled eyes looking right into his soul; through him as if he's reading him. "so?" he asks as he crosses his arms, "what did you come to tell me this time?"

dazai titters for some time before inching closer; and closer; and closer; and closer.. until he can feel the cold air fanning him. "to tell you what to say whenever you're in the wrong-" his finger poking at his chest; his heart, "-sorry."

he moves his finger up slowly, "that's all you have to say." dazai whispers, the finger now pointing to the center of his head, "or would you rather have her gone?"

"hah!" he guffaws, "do you really think-"

"were you thinking?"

he glares silently, his narrowed eyes flickering between the bed and anywhere else but him. "of course I was." he says, and dazai laughs, this time mockingly. "ah yes, of course you were thinking, totally thinking!!" — "shut up!" he screams, throwing his pillow at dazai who disappears on impact. he breathed heavily as he closed his eyes, his head fell to the side as he succumbed to slumber.

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dazai opened his eyes, "[name]?" he asked in confusion, your figure in the tv that was in front of him. dazai found himself restricted and unable to move around, his arms and legs locked in place as the chair rocked with every movement.

he makes an annoyed sound, looking around for ways to escape, but there was nothing. dazai didn't know what kind of room this was. it was a solid plain black room filled with the void. it seemed as if he and the tv were floating in mid-air.

just then, the tv started flickering on and off, the screen glitching as the background played.

you were lazing around the house, propped on the couch, as you were mindlessly scrolling through your phone. for a minute or two, all the footage was just you laying on the couch. suddenly, the doorbell rang, and you immediately looked up with a scrunched up face. you weren't expecting any visitors this late into the night, so you assumed it was probably another door to door salesman. it wasn't until the knock came for a second time, then a third and so forth until you couldn't ignore it anymore. you got up to go confront whoever was annoying you this late at night.

suddenly, the tv was switched to a different channel. dazai could barely make out the two voices talking, the footage showing you and a shadowy person next to you. it was holding a yellow envelope, he didn't know what it was telling you but you seemed to be in disbelief as you were handed a light box filled with unknown contents.

another click, and the channel switched again. this time, it was back to where the other channel left off. you opened the door and were greeted with no one. looking around, you stepped out of the apartment a bit to scan the hall. much to your dismay, there was no one, and you had just been ding dong ditched. or at least that's what you thought before glancing down and noticed a plain brown box with a yellow envelope on it.

dazai screams from where he was, telling you not to pick it up yet. it was pointless, of course.

the channel is turned again, and it's an entirely new scenario. his yelling had stopped at that point, but it didn't ease his anxiousness. what was it going to play next? he could probably guess, but he wouldn't, wanting to witness it for himself.

he braces himself for whatever is going to play, finally feeling self-aware of everything all of a sudden. he could feel the cold, humid atmosphere surrounding him. the background noise of the tv; static.

he flicks his eyes everywhere, never leaving his sight on one thing.

dazai lets out a surprised sound when his eyes meet yours. your face in full view on the tv, the glitch having suddenly fixed itself as well as the static noise. it felt eerie as your teary face stared back at him.

"[name]?.." dazai calls out to you, "yes?" his eyes grew big, not expecting you to respond back to him.

dazai didn't know if he should keep talking or if he was starting to go crazy. "[name]?" he asks again, not believing that you were talking with him through the screen. you wipe your eyes, "what is it?"

"what's wrong, osamu?" this time, it was you asking the question. he stayed silent. "osamu?" you ask again, tilting your head as you leaned closer, your face zooming in on the screen, "hey, what's wrong? why do you look like that?"

when he didn't answer again, you lifted a hand and placed it somewhere. he didn't know where it was since it was out of frame, but he could feel the slight warmth of your touch on his hands. it was a weird feeling since both of his hands were still restrained. "osamu."

you kept calling out, "osamu-" — "i'm sorry."

it came out as a surprise for the two of you. your eyes were as wide as his, not expecting him to apologize out of the blue. "i'm sorry," he says again.

he could feel the other touch of your hand being placed onto his. "i'm sorry." this time, it was louder, his voice echoed throughout the void. your warm touch rubbing circles on his palms and the back of his hands. "i'm sorry." a broken sob left him, "im sorry; im sorry."

dazai didn't know what came over him. for some reason, he found himself unable to stop repeating his apology. it was so half assed, he could barely voice it out, and when he does, it comes out as a sob. he's sure that you could barely hear it, his voice being just above a mumble. "im- i don't know how to, i'm sorry." his head was hung low, tears dropping onto his lap; his arms and pants getting wet. he couldn't face you, not when he was snot ridden.

"you do know, and i'm proud of you." he could feel your faint lips on his forehead, a hand moving some of his bangs to the side. "don't cry samu', you're okay. you can do it, we can do it."

"what are we doing?" he sniffles.

"fixing our trust in each other."

dazai brought his head up, and your soothing voice matched the small smile you were giving him. your eyes so full of emotion and.. vulnerability. he felt shivers run down his spine, the eye contact you guys were making made him feel open. too open for his liking.

he wanted to turn away, shut down, and run away again. there was no fight, no argument, no running away if there was no problem, right? each turned down fight proved his logic to be true, the two of you always returning back to your usual routines as if the fight never happened a week ago. it was the perfect formula, a set one that the two of you established over the next few fights.

it was unfortunate that dazai would always reject your input and feelings; refusing to communicate with you because of his logic.

he didn't know what to say, all working gears in his brain stopped turning. everything was stuck, and he sat there, confused. "how?" he croaks out.

he could see your smile getting longer, the hope in your eyes brightening. "let's talk," both of your hands clamped around his, "together?"

it came out as a question, but it sounded happier.

"you're not mad?" he asked. "no, why would i be?" your soft expression remained. "because..." dazai faded off. he thought he would have known the answer to you confidently, but his genius self falters for a bit. "because.. you'll leave me anyway.."

"will always leave me, slamming the door in my face. leaving me like how everyone i tried opening up to left, died even."

by the time he's done with his rant, he's out of breath. he said it pretty fast, but you weren't his partner for no reason.

"guess even prodigies like you can be dumb as fuck sometimes." you deadpan. now that appalled dazai, "huh? what does that mean!" he felt insulted but at the same time he couldn't help but feel as if you were right.

you laugh to yourself, "osamu," you laugh, "is that what you think that i think?"

he was even more confused. why were you laughing?? this was a very serious matter, and you're just... making fun of him. "yes..? it's what everyone thinks of when they're with me."

"don't laugh!!!" he barks from the chair, "sorry! sorry!" you wipe the corners of your eyes. "what?" he pouts when he notices your distant stare.

"let's take a step back, 'kay?" you say, and suddenly the warmth of your hands disappears from his. take a step back? "don't think about it from what you've experienced. think about it from my perspective." he listens intently, taking in what you said.

"so.. you're not going to be mad at me?"

your lips curl a bit, "never. you don't have to tell me every single detail of your life, but i at least deserve the right to see you as vulnerable in front of me as i am to you."

he nods his head, finally starting to understand why you never came back after a week this time. the repressed feelings he forced you to hold back had exploded under its pressure, unable to pile anymore stress onto it. "i promise to do better for you, [name]- be better. i promise."

you gave him a teary-eyed smile, holding up your pinky, "promise?" dazai couldn't move due to his restraints but still held out a pinky nevertheless, "promise," he was looking at you so tenderly, "i promise."

the tv is turned off, and a time is displayed on it. he could hear beeping coming from somewhere. before he could try to identify where the sound was coming from and what was happening, dazai felt his slightly dried up tears roll down his cheek as he cracked his eyes open.

the beeping sound was coming from his right, and when he turned to over, he saw it was an alarm clock going off at the time you set for him to get up for work.

"what?.." he groans, wiping his wet eyes as he scans the room. it was still dark out, and the beeping kept going. "shut up." he hisses as he slammed his hand down on the alarm clock. he sighs, reaching over to your side of the bed. he knew that it was going to be another hopeless day of waiting for any calls and messages from you.

he attempted to grab more of the blanket and a pillow from your side but was met with something; someone already there. dazai jumps back surprised, not expecting anybody to be sleeping there. since it was still dark out, he couldn't really make out the shadowy person on his bed.

"hn.. dazai?" you groan, feeling him poke at your side. when you got no answer, you turned around in concern to see an upright dazai staring down at you in shock. "dazai?" you question him, slowly sitting up.

"you- you're back.."

you stare at him in confusion, "uh- i've been here?" he stares back. you could see the glisten in his eyes despite it being dark out. "dazai?" — "i'm sorry." he cries out all of a sudden.

you were being tackled onto your back, "what- dazai?! what's wrong??" you caught yourself before you fell off the bed, quickly wrapping your arms around him as you massaged his head.

"dazai! answer me!" you say, trying to push him off of you to no avail, "dazai!-" — "please don't leave." his voice was barely above a whisper, "just- stay. please. i'll talk to you.. when i'm ready."

you could tell he was in hysterics. you didn't know the reason why or how he came to be, but you laid there, giving his back and head gentle massages. "okay, i'll be right here with you then. you gave him a gentle kiss on his head, holding him in your embrace.

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[rusmii]

Dazai with idol!reader.. yk how most idols aren’t allow to be in relationships? I hope you can elaborate further because I suck at putting my thoughts into words TT but I genuinely think that Dazai is the type to disregard rules and does whatever tf he wants

would be greatly appreciated if it’s yan too

> he's just a lil silly

yandere!dazai x idol!reader(fem.) hcs

╰ back to navi

tw//: yan!dazai, stalking, gaslight gatekeep girlboss dazai, possessiveness, mentioned murder intentions, actual murder spree going on in the background as dazai comforts reader with a fake smile, lmk if I missed anything!!

♡: this is sooooo late I'm sorryy😭🙏 also i was writing this in the salon lmaooo

before you became a big known idol, you and dazai had been dating for a couple of months

your management didn't really care much about your relationship back then, thinking you weren't going to be some big shot in the near future

how wrong they were

although your company wasn't too keen on restricting their idols with stupid rules, you couldn't help but feel as if they were starting to isolate you from dazai as your popularity grew

dazai on the other hand knew exactly what your company was trying to pull off and he wasn't having any of it

normally he would accompany you up to where the practice room was at in the company, occasionally staying as long as you did so he could drop you off himself

but after noticing the little stunts your company has been attempting to pull off, it just made him even more annoyed

no, he wasn't mad, just annoyed at the fact that he wasn't allowed passed the elevators anymore

annoyed at the fact that he was required a visitors pass from now on

annoyed at the fact that we had been restricted from entering the company's building, only allowed in the lobby on certain days

annoyed at the fact that your company had sent you both an email stating their new idol policy: "no dating"

upset at the fact that you didn't quit for him because you wanted to pursue your idol career

mad at the fact that the company seems to have been winning this tug of war

the management may have thought they were winning, but this was dazai osamu

the underground didn't dare utter his name with confidence after all

"I'll take care of you!" he would say to you one day

"quit your job. mine makes plenty." he whispers into your ears at night

"why would you want men staring at you? that's disgusting." he shames you

and when you confront him on everything, he just shrugs his shoulders and tells you that it's your fault if men look at you

took pictures of you, groped you, dragged you into the alleyway to rape you-

he was promptly kicked out of your place after that

he left you alone for about a day before he broke into your place and tackled you inside your bed at like 3am

"I missed you, I'm sorry!!" he cries into your shoulder

but despite all of that, your company still didn't understand why you just wouldn't break up with that douche

isn't he creepy?? a person from the front asks you

well yeah he was creepy but he still showed that he loved and cared for you, plus your company didn't really enforce the new policy onto you so you saw no reason to break it off

it was like for the next year or two. as your popularity grew, so did the heavy set of rules your company applied to you, and the possessiveness of dazai

everyday he would try and convince you to stay home and relax, especially when he knew you'd be busy that day

it did work sometimes, and boy did that piss off your company

so one day as you were lounging around with dazai, your head on his chest, you received an email from your company stating if you didn't break it off with your boyfriend you would be fired effective immediately

when dazai saw you jump up and say that you two needed to talk, he was not happy

after reading the email he zoned you out, not wanting to listen to your 'mini break' proposal

when you were finished and glanced at his face, you couldn't tell what he was thinking about; his face blank, lifeless as if he flatlined

after a moment of silence, he slowly turns his head with a smile and a nod, saying "I understand! my phone is always at full volume if you want to talk!!"

he was a bit too hearty for someone who just got semi-dumped, but you didn't mind, assuming that the situation was fine

so for the next few months, you were at the peak of your popularity. people knew you worldwide and you were constantly on the move

the management of your company had sat down together the night after you had broken it off with dazai and yelled cheers!!! as their glasses clinked against one another's

they had won and now it was time to celebrate

as they were busy drinking away at the high-rise restaurant, dazai was right down below them, in front of the building where he wore nothing but all black

he pulled his cap down as people passed by, letting out mintsy bits of laughter; his plan was already set in motion and it was too late for them to go back

one by one, the old greedy men fell, all of it ruled to be natural occurrences

at first it was just another accidental occurrence of natural death, but you did start to feel anxiety and scared of the sudden death streak of the management

it was the third one who died did you finally reach out to dazai, who happily comforted you, telling you to quit because it was too dangerous for you to be there

by the fifth, dazai had been on call with you every night, singing lullabies to you over the phone, always keeping his promise to watch over you every night

it had gotten to the point where you keep him on call with you at all times, sneaking calls with him every chance you got inside your company's building, or wherever you were currently at

each passing day didn't decrease your anxiety, the sudden death of your management now spreading to people around you

specifically male fans of yours

when you confinde in dazai, telling him about how you suspect that you may have a crazy pyscho stalker killing people who's interacted with you

and when dazai asks why you believe that to be the cause, all you did was break down

the idol life was becoming increasingly stressing, and each passing day caused you to have an inner breakdown whenever you went

throughout your entire rant, dazai has this smile that could always put you to ease, his gentle smile curling upward more as if he's making sure you know that he's going to stay

and stay he will, because he will be the only one left in your life

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#bsd #bungou stray dogs #yandere dazai #bsd x reader #dazai x reader #dazai #[⋆⋆⋆] — runi's works ♡ #[☆] — anon

[rusmii]

my new assistant!

ෆ : hanako!dazai x nene!reader(fem.)

syp ෆ your ghost summoning doesn't quite go to plan...

cw ෆ ghosts(dazai), no mentions of suicide surprisingly, reiteration of half of the 1st ep but with you and dazai, bi reader lol

notes ෆ i love me the tbhk universe so i bring you guys whatever this is. should I do ep.2??? (THIS WAS RAN ON QUEUED AND NOT PROOFREAD!! expect spelling errors)

guys I keep disappearing from the tags..

"hey c'mere! have you heard the rumors about the schools seven wonders? well, there's one in particular. the seventh of the seven wonders. dazai the bathroom ghost. they say that he's taken on a human girl as his assistant."

"ughhnn," you groan. bathroom cleaning yesterday. bathroom cleaning today. bathroom cleaning tomorrow. scrubbing, scrubbing, and more scrubbing!

"you can do it, [name]!!" dazai cheers from behind you. "a little help, please!" you cry out. "nope!~" he grins from ear to ear as he disappears into his stall. "screw you!!" you scream, throwing the mop aside as you wailed.

"hey, c'mere! have you heard the rumors about the schools' seven wonders? you really haven't? oh my gosh! well, where do i start? I'll tell you the most famous one first. it's the seventh of the seven wonders, dazai, the bathroom ghost. she's on the third floor of the old building, in the third stall in the girl's bathroom. you can go there and summon her right now if you want. she'll grant you any wish, no matter what it is. but she'll take something precious from you in exchange. and you won't know what it is until it's too late."

you stood by the opening of the old buildings' bathroom, hands clutched tightly into your chest as you breathed anxiously. the interior of the bathroom standing wide and spacious, despite its narrow look.

you creaked slowly past the red stalls, each peeling from the worn-out paint. you sucked in a breath as you stretched out your arm, hand ready to knock on the stall door.

"to call her, knock three times."

knocking three times, the pliant wood echoed.

"and then say..."

"dazai! dazai? dazai, are you in there?" you stood, heart beat rapidly increasing as the sunset glooms through the stained window.

you held your palms together, head down as you shut your eyes. awaiting for what's to come as the door creaks open. you quiver in your uniform, the tension of it all made you sweatdrop.

slowly cracking open your eyes, you see the door slightly ajar. it's golden round knob staring right back at you. you trailed your eyes down to where the fingers appeared and froze in place as it gripped the edge of the stall.

it's voice sending alarms in your brains as you whimpered and looked away.

"hellooo~" its ghostly voice bounced inside the room— the door now swinging open. you opened an eye to see nothing but a toilet seat.

just when you breathed a relieved sigh, a hand ghosted over your shoulder as it made its presence known behind you. "okay. hearing things?-" — "you summoned me?"

you jumped back, and without another word, launched your hands into it. screaming when you saw that your hands went through its face. "no!" you ducked, covering your head as the spirit floats next to you.

"pfft-" a snort, then an onslaught of ugly cackles erupted.

'that sounds like a boy,' you thought, opening your eyes to view the ghost. without even realizing it, the spirit had floated around you and crouched down to your level. "what's the matter with you?~" it sneaks into your ear. — "wah!" you flinched and jumped up, scrambling back till your back hit the wall.

your face was just as pale as his was, 'i can see right through him..!'. you were damn near about to bite your nails off as you observed his appearance. such an old uniform—those look like arms!— "are you a ghost?" you asked him, fear in your tone.

his smile made you nervous, "i prefer... apparition," he says as he flies over to his toilet seat, sitting on top of the tanks lid. "or the seventh of the seven wonders of the school. dazai, the bathroom ghost!" he had one leg up, a cheek resting on one arm as he introduced himself.

now holding his cap, he smiles, big. "i'm delighted to meet you~."

"wait- are you saying that you're dazai?" you asked, in huge disbelief that this twink looking guy was dazai. the girl in the bathroom. not a boy!

"yeah! you rang?" he gave you two piece signs, swinging a leg up while he was at it. "i'm not stupid!" you yell, fists in a tight clench as he held his strikingly weird pose. "and where's your bob haircut and red jump skirt?!"

"well, uh. that's not really the look i'm into these days!" his piece sign pose never ending. "these days?!" you screeched. "anyway.. mind telling me who you are?" he asks you, "i don't understand. you look like a boy..." an unwarranted comment, but dazai decides to answer nonetheless.

"that's because i am a boy. believe me, i'm just as bothered about that inaccuracy as you are," he shrugs his shoulders, "but the rest of what you've heard is true."

a white floating ball came into his hand, "i will grant your wish and collect a payment that i see fit."

"so what is your wish? please don't tell me you came here unprepared.." — "why are you in here?" you ask, completely ignoring his question in favor of shock. "what kind of pervy ghost chooses to hunt the girls' bathroom?"

a moment of silence, and dazai suddenly teleports back into his stall. "okaaay.. we're done," he moped. in a panic, you took back what you said, "i take it back! you can hunt any bathroom you'd like!- and i think that it's cool that you're a boy!"

dazai stopped in his tracks, "you think i'm cool??" it was like flipping a light switch. suddenly dazai had a notepad and a pencil, ready to jot down anything you say. "in that case, tell me your name and what is it you wish."

'he got over that fast...' you sweatdropped. you raised your hand as you happily announced yourself, "my name is [name], and i'm a first year in class A! my wish is that the person i'm crushing on will like me back as much as i like them."

"...[name], got it," dazai whispers as he writes down your name, along with the word love written next to it. "and you're asking for your love to be returned? what's the guys name?"

you pulled out your phone to show him a picture, "everybody calls her kouyou. she's a second year and way smart. she's that girl who's so cool but still nice to everyone," you explained. "a her, huh?" dazai noted.

"one time, i dropped my pencil case, and she picked it up for me!" you swoon. "i see~" dazai stares at your phone, with an interesting look on his face. "easy enough!" he claps, "consider your wish granted!"

"are you serious?!" you lit up. "wait, how does the wish grant thing work from the toilet stall? do you use a special item or something?" — "i do," dazai starts digging into his pockets. "the one i carry works wonders!"

you eagerly waited for him to pull out his special item, "will you show it to me!?" — dazai let out a little giggle before pulling out a worn-out old 100 methods of love: this is love edition, "voila."

a damn how-to-book.

you put your palm facing forward and shook your head, "nu-uh." — "eh- hear me out!"

dazai sat himself on the windows ledge, "if i use my power to help you, we'll have to do an equivalent exchange," he waves the book around. "and if i'm making a human heart- do something that's not natural, the price is going to reflect that."

you stare at the waving book, "trust me, this is much safer," he finishes. "hold on," your brows furrowed, "what if i'm okay with any price?"

"oh? are you?"

he threw the book aside and started flapping his arms, "i'd say sorry! i don't have tools that advanced!~" — "you were bluffing?!"

you stood in thought, 'but.. maybe i should try..?- i mean, he's a ghost who grants wishes. he must know some tricks!- i can't be the first person to ask for help in the love department!!'

oblivious to your high hopes, dazai reads aloud, "method number 78. find creative ways to impress him with your skills." dazai shuts the book and turns to you, "let's show you off! what are your talents?"

time passed, and you two were out in the garden. "where are we?" dazai asks. "the best place i could think of to show what i can do, the schools student garden!"

you huffed as you plowed the soil. "i'm the garden club superstar!-" dazai looms at the sight of dirt, "-why are you looking at me like that?! i can grow flowers too, y'know!- i'm feminine and delicate!!!"

the trees move as the wind whisks past them, the sun never fully setting just yet.

"that's why i joined." as the wind blows behind you, the strands of your hair framing your face. your head was leaned atop the tool, your voice nice and calm than what it was earlier. "a boy i once liked said he was only attracted to girly girls, and i noticed there were lots of them in the gardening club."

dazai stayed quiet, "i was also learning how to cook and sew at the same time. figured once i mastered all three skills, i'd tell him how i felt."

a leaf blew by.

"how long did you like him?" dazai finally pops a question in. "since right after i started junior high.. i only told him how i felt last month- it took me three years to do it, but.."

the paper bag you clutched tightly to your chest was feeling heavier than usual, and your uniform tightened as your heart raced.

"hold on-" the guy in front of you says, his undoubtedly awkward smile looking down on you. "-you're saying you like me? do i even know you?" what came out as a rejection, turned into a mean compilation of words.

you were shocked to the core, "creepy.. sorry you're just not my type." he shrugged his shoulders, "i'm not into thick daikon legs."

daikon legs... daikon.. daikon......

you shoved your face into your palms, "that was a month ago!- i'm completely over it, and i'm a completely different person now!!" — dazai didn't believe a single word that came out of your muffled mouth, "i don't believe you." — "well, you should!!!"

"i'm totally obsessed over someone else now," you say, "once that guy sees that someone like kouyou loves back, he'll regret ever turning me down."

"is that so?" peeking through your hands, you see dazai smiling at you. "so, anyone to do?" — "huh..?- no, mr. smarty pants. i want kouyou! don't pull any funny stuff." you wave him off.

dazai finger points you, "are you sure?~ because something tells me you don't know very much about this girl." — "yes i do..." — "then answer this question. what's her full name?"

a stretch of silence came across the garden. "oh! look how big this worm is! bet mr. carp would like to eat that!" — "that's what i thought," he sighed.

he handed you a blank tag gift, "here."

"a blank tag gift?" you questioned, "yep," he replied, doing that stupid two piece pose again. "write a sweet message! then give it to your girl with something you grew!~ i call this move, operation present!"

"creative title..." you mutter. "i tried things like this before. i need magic!-" — "-you haven't tried exactly this on this day, have you?" well, you couldn't really argue with that.

dazai makes a heart with his fingers around his eye, looking straight at you. "make the most of what you have now," his view of you encased in a heart, "let your hard work work for you..~"

©CHURUAI ;;; don't steal, plagiarize, or repost my works

rbs and comments appreciated <3<3

#guys why does anime have so much dialogue #didnt finish writing the rest of the ep cause i got lazy #chuuya fic coming out soon; might be shorter than this #dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #bsd x reader #[⋆⋆⋆] — runi's works ♡

[rusmii]

𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑏 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑠!

> famous!chuuya

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NOT proofread

"and you guys will never guess who we managed to have appeared on the fimmy jallon show!!! DRUM ROLL PLEASE??? — THERE HE IS!!!-"

famous!chuuya, who's so famous, he appears on every reality tv show/broadcast/magazine/etc. you name it, he's mentioned somewhere there. every agency/company is always trying to recruit him. "thank you for having me here!" he repeats every time, or, "sorry, maybe next year? my schedule is kind of full at the moment." well which ever one that happens, he's the IT person for any advertising/marketing.

famous!chuuya, who's so gorgeous, has raised the standard for modeling. he gets paid in high numbers just to take some pictures for a brand, you'd have to book him a year prior to be able to have him avaliable for you. "like this?" he asks; always asking for opinions on his poses and strikes. he's always the one to edit his pictures, for some reason he's so good at editing but no one's complaining when it turns out perfect.

famous!chuuya who sits in his seat, vip seat to be exact— at any place or event, there is always a special spot reserved for people like him. chuuya always making sure to secure special tickets for his closest friends that weren't normally allowed with him. usually having to go to another event straight after the one before, he barely has any time to spare.

"oh my god!! chuuya posted!!!"

"he did??!"

"just a second ago!!!"

famous!chuuya, who's not just treated as a famous celebrity in real life, but also online. as soon as he posts a picture, his fans are quick to secure a screenshot and commenting all sorts of loving things. chuuya, back then used to read every comment who supported him when he was first starting out, he memorized his very first supporters and usually replies to their comments first with a quick "thanks!<3".

famous!chuuya who has a very large following count, into the millions close to hitting a billion. no matter what platform he makes an account on, he always garnishes millions of followers that following day/night. despite his large social contacts, he only follows a small number of people; his friends. he doesn't follow other celebs unless they manage to befriend him, so even if you're a nobody to the world- chuuya will still follow you nevertheless.

famous!chuuya who never accepts friends requests from other people in games, he only ever strictly plays with his friends only. the only exception to this rule is if he's hosting some kind of tournament to win something; probably a personal fan meeting with him in person or a large amount of cash.

"ugh! why won't he accept my tinder match?!"

despite his life, famous!chuuya won't let it hinder his intimate life. he has dating apps open for one night stands/hookies, the people he fucks usually come out with a review of 5 stars. telling others that he's a good fuck if you want someone to absolutely dominate and take care of you at the same time. chuuya has a preference for brats, he likes taming them but he also would want them to be emotionally mature.

famous!chuuya who doesn't settle for less, his partners need to be able to keep with him. whether if it's in the bedroom or in the workforce, chuuya is always quick on his feet and you would need to be to if you don't want him to drop you. sure he's loyal, but his partners usually aren't there for his love now are they? he'd be able to distinguish true love and a minor inconvenience pretty easily given his past. sure he's dated a few times around but none of them last; every single fight about him not being able to spend time with them, leading to the other to cheat on/leave him.

"new song just dropped, stream it!"

famous!chuuya who always held the title as prince of rock. his little gig of making music starting to take off quickly, and soon he was also making music for other people. it evolved to him composing music for multiple other people at once, until people knew who he was today. you could say that he probably is a celebrity instead of just a really famous person but he doesn't want to forget his origins and how he started out; he's humble like that.

famous!chuuya who never left his band members behind even after he got famous, everywhere he went, they went with them. you could say they were like his personal bodyguards. always protecting him whenever they arrive from or to an airport; they do one hell of a job at it. chuuya insists on paying them a wage but they don't take that offer up; an immense trust in chuuya to not leave them behind like how other famous people leave their friends.

"why is chuuya following this random person??"

"what? who?"

" 'dunno, look "y/n" is in their bio, probably their name?"

and lastly, famous!chuuya who doesn't forget who you are. his very first supporter and follower on his platform where he started posting his bands music. he remembered how you promoted his music, streamed his music, and attended every single one of his concerts held at your hometown. every now and then chuuya clicks on your profile to check how you're doing. viewing and liking your stories ; tapping on your recent post and liking it, you've earned the jealousy of many.

°° ©churuai ; don't repost my works to other sites, copy/plagiarize my works, or translate my works into a different language without my permission. if you intend to use most of my ideas from a post of mine, please don't forget to credit ♡

rbs and comments appreciated <3<3

#chuuya nakahara #bsd #chuuya x reader #chuya x reader #bsd chuuya #bsd x reader #chuuya imagines #chuuya headcanons #chuuya scenarios #famous!chuuya #[⋆⋆⋆] — runi's works ♡

[rusmii]

LALALALALA OK IM PUTTING MY BRAIN TO WORK hcs or a teensy drabble for sigma or mushitaro (I know) with an s/o who loves seeing them in lingerie and fancy clothing? them always being super embarrassed and bashful about it, but they can't help themselves and cave when their s/o talks to them so sweetly.... about how pretty they are and that them being comfy in soft silks, lilac, pinks, reds and greens is all their s/o wants to see

SIXJWJXJSBHXHSHXH sigma would be so embarrassed. wait, no, embarrassed is not the right word, idk what word fits, but he's so baby girl in sweet, soft pastel lingerie. when you first started to get him lingerie, he assumed it was all yours. It wasn't until he checked the size of it till he realized it was for him. he didn't initially want to wear it, but he got curious, and with a bit of coaxing from you, he finally left his shell and wore the most modest lingerie set he could find in the closet. sigma, though he may never admit it, would always dress up for you to hear you call him pretty and sweet words like that. he took in the praise with great pleasure. that don't mean he don't have an attitude though. every new set came with a wave of "im never wearing it, so stop buying them." to him standing in front of the mirror while you whisper praises into his ear, telling him how gorgeous he was in this new set.

mushi, mushi, mushi... where shall i start with my poopsie, snuggluffagus, jujubee, schmoopie, cutie patootie... "i am absolutely never wearing that." is what he said to you as you held the lingerie set in your hands. you whined as he shoved you out of the way. every now and then, you'd try to get him to wear it, telling him that he'd be so cute, but he wasn't budging. you sighed, seeing him eye the set of lingerie you got him a few months ago, "will you just wear it?" you plead, "you'd look so beautiful, i promise." he was silent for a bit, "how do you know..?" well, that response was different from his usual snide remarks. you smiled softly at him, "do i need to find a reason to know you're so damn pretty in every way, shape, or form?" yeah, that sold him, so now he's standing in front of you- a big red blush crossing his skin as he wears the skimpy lingerie.

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#mushitaro x reader #sigma x reader #bsd x reader #bsd #bungou stray dogs #mushitaro #sigma bsd #slightly suggestive #[⋆⋆⋆] — runi's works ♡ #[⟢ˎˊ˗] — chatter n clatter #[☆] — anon

[rusmii]

sorry ok sorry im fucking insane dazai has beautymarks on his face in my heart. like he has a birthmark on his chin and at his hairline and 2 on his neck and one under his eye and one on his collarbone and i just need to kiss them all. im going to explore his body and kiss all of them im going to FIND them. he's my scraggly guy im gonna fucking get him.

also imo i like to think dazai listens to nu-metal and 1990s 2000s rock. nirvana, foofighters, stone temple pilots, rhcp, alice in chains, disturbed....... you get my point. but since bsd is set in like the 2010s, 2012.. for adazai, his ass is canonically listening to shitty pop music & the like. and i love that for him..!!

dazai workmix will.i.am, one direction, maroon 5, justin bieber, pitbull, shakira, avril lavigne, LMFAO, timbaland, gwen stefani, sir mix a lot, black eyed peas, tyga if we're being classy. he's making up his custom suicide songs to the tune of katy perrys california gurls. he actively chooses to listen to things With The Times, im telling you

THIS WAS SO LATEEE sorry my pookpook😓😓

NO CAUSE UR SO RIGHT??? i actually think that the reason why he has no moles/birthmarks is cause this fucker covers it up with foundation 😭😭 it's almost like he's insecure of it but nah it's the just the fact that it throws people off whenever they see it is why he covers it💀

i saw this one theory that the bsd timeline is different from ours since it did mention that europe was the central global power or something like it (idk where the post is😭) and i think that might be true considering the fact that it seems like japan in bsd is modernized but really behind on tech

AND METALHEAD DAZAI?!? imagine if it was dazai who introduced chuuya to all the different types of music genres bc chuuya was broke af living on the streets AND as for ada dazai he'd probably listen to 2000's - early 2010's electronic pop music just cause he can💀 not blaming him tho cause CALI GIRLS by katy is SO SCRUMPTIOUS!! HONESTLY THO ur right with him changing his music taste to fit with the current trend😭 bro acts like a millennial trying to be hip with the kids😭😭😭

"atsushi-kun! am I hip with you kiddos yet?🧑‍🦳"

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #dazai #dazai osamu #dazai hcs #[⋆⋆⋆] — runi's works ♡ #[⟢ˎˊ˗] — chatter n clatter #[☆] — anon

[rusmii]

.....but to follow that up i see dazai or chuuya or fuckinfBoth BOTH of them are metalheads, opinions on dazai listening to death metal?

follow up to this post !!

OKOK YES UR RIGNT ABT THEM LISTENING TO METAL !! chuuya especially when he first joined the pm and was getting into the music genre

AND AS FOR DAZAI????? has a classic og metalhead. every pop quiz you give him, he 100% answers them correctly. and he also blasts hardcore metal music through the pm building back when he was still there just to get everyone to hear his new obsession 😭 as for ada!dazai, i think he still listens to metal but not as much anymore because it reminds him of how he used to blast metal music in his ears as he blows someone's head off💀

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #dazai hcs #chuuya hcs #[☆] — anon #[⋆⋆⋆] — runi's works ♡ #[⟢ˎˊ˗] — chatter n clatter

[rusmii]

RUNI !!◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜₊˚⊹♡ tysm !! the song choice is vv on point omg, and it just so happens i actually have a fwb to lovers chuuya fic in my drafts, and seeing it makes me want to work on it asap ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

NIKIWKII!!!! AAANN SO GLAD U LIKED THE LIL MATCH UPP🫣🫣

AND OH EM GEE I CANT WAIT TO READ IT ONCE ITS OUTT!!!!

#NIKI #TAG ME #ITS ON MY TBR NOW THAT I KNKW OF IT #...𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦†† #𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗡𝗜𝗞𝗜†⸸

[rusmii]

#dead dove do not eat

#tws / #cws

#runiya - chuuya x runi ♡

#zairu - dazai x runi ♡

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