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larathia · 2 years

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Analysis: Why *does* Chuuya annoy Dazai so much? And vice versa?

iDISCLAIMER: Y’all that ship these two, just move along. This isn’t about shipping, this is about canon. I know the shippers have their own ideas on this and that’s fine - I just wanted to poke at the reasoning without assuming some kind of sexual relationship.

So, these two meet when they’re both fifteen. And it seems to be hate at first sight, which is...unusual? So I started thinking about what it might be about each of them that got on the other one’s nerves so immediately. And what would keep them that way even after working together for years in life-and-death situations (which usually have a softening effect on this kind of aggravation).

What annoys Dazai about Chuuya: I think, at the core, it’s that Chuuya loves life. He loves life, he loves living, he actually manages to project a love-for-life that comes across immediately. This is a kid that, by Dazai’s understanding of the world, should be at least as fucked up as Akutagawa is...and he’s not. Chuuya was taken from his family, cloned, experimented on, abandoned without any memory or means of survival at an early age...none of this so much as fazes Chuuya. This is Tuesday for Chuuya. For Dazai, who has apparently lived the whole of his life at that point in the dark embrace of the Mafia (even when not a member himself), watching countless lives just get ground down and stubbed out, it must be like watching a fool happily dancing on the edge of a cliff, refusing to heed the danger. Worse than that, though, is that Chuuya is smart. So Dazai can’t just chalk this attitude up to Chuuya being a moron. Chuuya has his own way of doing it, but he can keep up with Dazai most of the time.

Nothing pisses off a depressed person like a cheerful sunny person throwing back the curtains and proclaiming it a Beautiful Day. And Chuuya takes it a step further and proclaims it a beautiful LIFE. A life for fine wines and expensive clothes and doing insane tricks with his motorcycle BECAUSE HE CAN, YO.

And longterm? What keeps the fires of aggravation burning?

Dazai...has to come from money. He probably comes from a well known family, too - or at least a family that has a few well known members. (I know, my personal theory is he’s a son or ward of the Old Boss, but there are other options too.) Dazai never worries about money the way you see Atsushi do, even when he flat out hasn’t got any. That kind of lack of concern tells me he’s never really had to worry about it. (I think they mention at one point that between quitting the Mafia and joining the ADA, he spent two solid years doing nothing but drinking. There’s a man who has no worries about paying the bills.)

I mention this because Dazai’s got a general air of ‘old money background’ - he might be the black sheep of the family (and probably is, if any are left alive to care) but he knows that world, he knows those graces, and just because he chooses not to bother with them doesn’t mean he’s unaware of them.

Dazai is, in a very functional sense, a prince. The probable heir to the Port Mafia. That he chooses to ignore that is just that - a choice.

Chuuya is the very epitome of nouveau riche, on one level, and a very different, much older kind of nobility on another. Both of the possible levels are at the very least annoyances to someone like Dazai.

On the ‘nouveau riche’ level, there’s Chuuya’s tendency to wear fashionable clothes, and drink expensive wines. It’s..flaunting wealth, which is usually considered gauche by old money families. Chuuya’s out and loud and proud of his success, which just comes off as ‘loud and arrogant’ to old money.

On the ‘older nobility’ level...I’m talking feudal. Chuuya lives like he’s a feudal lord - one of the ones that had to work for the position. He’s a warrior, he cares about his men, and he fights fearlessly whenever he’s sent into the field. That’s old school feudal lordship. In ancient days, Chuuya’s type would be the kind of samurai that legends are made around. Dazai’s type might win the wars through their clever strategizing, but they wouldn’t get any songs or poems made about them. Terribly, terribly annoying, and also a possible threat. Just to stick some thorns in. Chuuya’s type of action is flashy and attention grabbing, which can mean the light of favor shines on them longer...maybe exclusively.

What annoys Chuuya about Dazai:

Mostly, you can just reverse the list. Dazai acts like of course he should be in charge, when he rarely does any fighting and isn’t actually all that good at it when he does. Chuuya is incredibly strong, and really doesn’t need to do anything Dazai’s way. Sheer raw power will get most of it done for him.

There’s also that Dazai has access to pretty much everything and anything he could possibly want, yet spends all his time moping in the dark dreaming of suicide. Which. I mean. Why, y’know? Yet Dazai’s in favor with Mori, and - even more annoying - if Chuuya kills him, Corruption is straight off the table. (Because Chuuya does not mope, and does not want to die, and therefore a glorious suicide is not gonna happen.)

Dazai is, bluntly, an aggravating little shit that Chuuya is not allowed, for practical and authoritative reasons, to kill. Or even smack around very much. And worst, from Chuuya’s perspective, is that Dazai has from moment one attempted to establish himself as Chuuya’s master. Chuuya does not want a master, but if he’s going to have one it’s because that person has something to offer, something to teach. Dazai doesn’t. (Mori did, but that’s a different matter.) Chuuya is well aware that Dazai moves in his own little world, by his own little rules, and rather than find this at all Interesting or Mysterious, Chuuya flat out gives no fucks. Dazai can stay in his own little world and rot. Except, annoyingly, he never does.

#bsd analysis #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya

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grymmnox · 1 year

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weekly fic recs #4

here we go. think these are all bsd fics, except for one, which is a bsd crossover,, so. still a bsd fic. have fun

& = platonic, / = romantic

Oneshots

sweetness and a dash of msg; Oxalisalis - bsd

teen | 4.2k words | dazai & ranpo

summary:

Dazai has always found sympathy from others a little too saccharine, but Ranpo’s brand of astringent care might just be palatable enough for him to accept.

Dazai has a habit of forgetting to eat. Ranpo’s solution is to drag him along on sweets excursions.

A Study in Mafia Black; eluvion - bsd

teen | 13.7k words | dazai & ranpo, ADA & dazai, background chuuya/dazai + poe/ranpo | READ TAGS

summary:

If he’s being honest, good and bad don’t matter so much to Ranpo as truth does. Good and bad are subjective, clouded with human error, and honestly, they’re quite boring. Mystery has always been more interesting than morality with the way each string weaves together, creating a tapestry of crime, blood and ash writing their own story. Dazai is still as much of a mystery as he was at first glance, and Ranpo is just as ready to pick apart the truth from whatever plays behind those eyes. Or; a friendship, of sorts, between the two smartest members of the Armed Detective Agency.

no one ever made us feel that much higher; mxlysar - bsd

mature | 13.7k words | poe/ranpoe | READ TAGS

summary:

Ranpo had run out of luck. He was known for his impeccable mission record, for being able to get by on wits alone. There was no such chance this time.

Hanging his head, Ranpo sank to the ground, accepting his rotten situation. He’d catch his breath before making his next move, to scour the city for the supplies necessary to make it back home. His current location allowed him the necessary time to formulate a plan (he wasn’t quite as fast as Dazai on this skill, but he easily held his own). Anyone with functioning sensibilities would take one look at him and turn away, danger written in every line of his being—humans were self-preserving, he expected no less.

At least, he did. Until someone decided to take any shred of that presumption and dump it into the dumpster reeking up his nostrils beside him.

(Or, Port Mafia executive Edogawa Ranpo encounters a mysterious American)

How To Obtain A Child And Husband Entirely By Accident; Insomnia_Productions - bsd

general audiences | 2.2k words | chuuya/dazai

summary:

“Um… who are you?”

“I'm your dad, kid.”

“No you're not, shut the hell up, now leave forever and stay the fuck away from my son.”

· ~ ·

Or: Chuuya accidentally adopts a kid.

Pride and shame; athenaistired - bsd

mature | 7.7k words | chuuya/dazai, chuuya & dazai | READ TAGS

summary:

He was a canvas.

The first time he tried to draw with a kitchen blade across his skin he was only eight years old.

home (where my thoughts escape me); advanced_fanatic - bsd

not rated | 1.6k words | not typing all of these relationship tags; it’s basically fukuzawa & the ADA

summary:

Fukuzawa Yukichi never wanted children. Somehow, he ended up with nine anyway.

grim’s notes: part of a series! alas, i have yet to finish the series, but even just this fic is incredibly enjoyable

Touch; athenaistired - bsd

mature | 5.4k | chuuya/dazai | READ TAGS

summary:

"Nothing happened. Nothing happened. Nothing happened." Dazai whispered under his breath. The voices inside his head kept laughing at him, insulting him and mocking his being. There was nothing that he could do except cover his ears and sink further into the ground in hopes that something would swallow him whole.

Dazai fucking hated when people touched him.

stay soft; sugarfruitbat - bsd

teen | 11.3k words | chuuya/dazai

summary:

“What the fuck.” Chuuya’s voice is flat and extremely loud in the silent room. It makes him feel a little – not bad, because he doesn’t care how the stupid fish feels, but... mean, when Dazai jumps about a foot in the air at the volume of his voice.

Two dark, slanted eyes meet Chuuya’s over the fold of Dazai’s arms across his knees. It’s only thanks to years of working in the dark that Chuuya’s eyes can adjust well enough to even see him.

“Chuuya’s loud.” Dazai mumbles.

“There’s an intruder in my house at three in the morning, I think I’m allowed to be loud about it.”

or, dazai comes to chuuya during a bad mental state, with a bit of "i didn't know where else to go" trope mixed in <3

those marks we never spoke of; starfolds - bsd

teen | 3.8k words | chuuya/dazai

summary:

Everything that could possibly go wrong during their first official mission together as partners goes wrong. Stuck in a cabin in the middle of the forest, they're both wet and muddy and Chuuya is so pissed he's going to have to strip a barely conscious Dazai to make sure he doesn't freeze.

He's not prepared for the amount of bandages Dazai is hiding under his clothes.

This is a boundary Chuuya is not prepared to cross. He doesn't know Dazai, no matter how much they yell and gripe at each other.

This is beyond private and something he's not allowed to see.

Who Needs Money Anyway? (Spoiler Alert: It’s Us); fandomsandshit - bsd

teen | 7.9k | not typing these out; the entire ada bonding w/ each other

summary:

Their funding has been cut.

Akiko stares blankly at the sheet Haruno is holding out to her, hands sweaty and shaky, and resists the urge to scream.

It’s been a long time coming. As much as she hates to admit it, Akiko is honestly surprised it took this long for them to lose some of it; what with the monthly shootings, consistent suicide attempts and general shenanigans of the Agency members.

But how on earth are they going to make enough money now?

---------- (modern-ish au where the ada causes too much property damage for proper funding, and so yosano leads them into the wonderful world of twitch streaming to make money)

Complete Fics

I Was Screaming Your Name Through The Radio; ElectricSplatter - bsd

mature | 10 chapters | 256.7k words | chuuya/dazai | READ TAGS

summary:

“Four months from now will be the seven year anniversary of when you and Osamu Dazai released your hugely successful first and only album Double Black and its diamond single Corruption. After performing with Dazai earlier this year, are you planning anything special to celebrate?”

“Corruption is insanely overrated, and I would prefer to never hear Dazai’s voice for the rest of my fucking life.”

light a match, leave the past, burn the ships (and don’t you look back); Seito - bsd

teen | 15 chapters | 33k words | unrequited chuuya/dazai

summary:

“Do you think you would ever leave the Port Mafia?”

“Haa? What the fuck is that kind of question?”

A question was asked, an answer was given, and choices were made. Sometimes love wasn’t enough.

Sometimes it was about learning to let go.

You Have Cat to be Kitten Me; quinnlocke - bsd

teen | 5 chapters | 11.1k words | chuuya/dazai

summary:

A wayward curse results in the ADA turning into animals, the only cure is to reveal a deep secret.

Dazai thinks he's got it all under control, until an orange cat with a talent for gravity manipulation decides to make an appearance.

Secret-Revealers Club!; Allegory_for_Hatred - bsd

not rated | 9 chapters | 25.5k words | ranpo & yosano | READ TAGS

summary:

5 times Ranpo tries to make Dazai reveal his secret, and the 1 time it works

or,

What's under Dazai's bandages? Ranpo intends to find out!

grim’s notes: really not sure what to describe this fic as. crack and angst. crangst?

corpse of a would-be suicide; seneca_milestone17 - bsd

teen | 17 chapters | 32.1k words | dazai & oda, ADA & dazai | READ TAGS

summary:

“He could only consider me as the living corpse of a would-be suicide, a person dead to shame, an idiot ghost.” ― Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human The Book is unforgiving in its grip and it is neither merciful nor cruel in its methods.

For something to change, it must follow the laws of karma – for something to happen, a sacrifice must be made.

Oda Sakunosuke is that something.

Dazai Osamu is that sacrifice.

But what happens when the Book refuses to let go?

Incomplete Fics

deer in the headlights; doingthewritethings - bsd

mature | 2/3 chapters | 6.7k words | dazai & everyone, chuuya & dazai, dazai & kunikida | READ TAGS

summary:

Before he can respond, everyone grows silent. Kunikida follows their gazes over to a small form in the corner that rubs its eyes and groans melodramatically.

or, the one where an Ability reveals something Dazai would rather hide, and his friends try to pick up the pieces.

grim’s notes: hasn’t been updated in 2 years; the author has responded to recent comments though, and hasn’t stated it’s discontinued or abandoned. no guarantee it’ll update, obviously.

where the tides take us; kempine - bsd/mha crossover

mature | 10/? chapters | 79.2k words | chuuya/dazai, chuuya & shinsou, aizawa & shinsou | READ TAGS

summary:

Dazai seems to be back to his usual I-love-giving-Chuuya-a-headache self, and thus, loudly and proudly declares: “I have two guesses as to where we have been transported!” he pauses purely for the dramatics and just stares at Chuuya smugly, “wouldn’t you like to hear them, chibi?”

Chuuya rubs the bridge of his nose, shutting his eyes tightly, “Just spit it out, bastard.”

“So rude,” the mackerel whines at him, at which he can just groan desperately. However, the gods smile at him from the skies above, through the tiny break of sunshine in the sea of clouds, and Dazai finally gets to the point. “We have either travelled to the future, or we were transported to an alternate universe. I am more inclined to believe the first one.”

Or: Chuuya and Dazai work out their relationship while being chased by a hero or two.

grim’s notes: hasn’t been updated in a year or so. dunno if it ever will be, as i’m not the author. still enjoyable nonetheless

hhhhhhhhhhhhhgabsdanf l i am tired. spent far too long onthis, as per usual. maybe i should just start typing them out as the week goes along,, that’d probably be smarter, really.

anyways, if any links are broken or whatever, feel free to tell me. i’ll do my best to fix them.

#[.grims weekly recs]#[.grims recs]#bsd fic recs #reclist #fic recs #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs fic recs #bungou stray dogs fic recs #fic rec #ok im tired goodbye

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sirenascales · 3 years

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-> double black [part one] 18+

-> Chuuya x 1stPov!F!Reader x Dazai

-> Who knew getting fired from work could lead to this?

-> Content: SMUT, slight angst, violence, murder, swearing

A night out drinking leads to a small misunderstanding with a handsome, yet dangerous man. [Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader]

3,894 words

note: edited this so it could still be read as a reader fic! it's actually a lot of fun writing in first person! hope those who read this enjoy my first bsd fic!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Final || masterlist

I've experienced a lot of amazing things since I've moved to Japan. A new job in a different country, new co-workers and friends, work parties, themed bars, cafes, and hookups with pretty strangers. There was a long list of great things I've had going on, and a long list of things I've never expected... and being fired from the job I had for a year was not one of them.

"A year of hard work... for nothing," I mumbled bitterly as I sat at the bar with my close friend, and now ex-coworker, Keiko. She was beautiful, with long black hair and brown eyes. She frowned, a sympathetic look on her pretty face as she sighed.

"I'm so sorry," she said softly, giving my shoulder a squeeze. "I'm sure you'll find something else soon! You have an awesome resume, and you're an amazing worker who can speak English, Japanese AND Spanish... there is totally a place for you out there!"

Keiko has always been supportive and enthusiastic, a really bright and friendly girl who made it her mission to befriend me as soon as I started working with her. She was relentless, and soon enough, I found myself spending many hours with the woman.

"Yeah..." I just mumbled again and she laughed softly.

"It's okay to mope... that's why I brought you here!"

"Yeah, about that," I started, sending Keiko a look as I swiveled the stool so my body faced her. "Why did you bring me here?" As soon as the work day was done, Keiko immediately dragged me to what was clearly a mafia bar. That didn't surprise me, since she was actually dating a mafioso.

A mafioso, who was part of the Port Mafia. It wasn't long after I moved to Yokohama that I started to hear stories about the organization, and was also warned not to cross them. Of course, with my luck, I became best friends with someone who dated someone who was in the Port Mafia. How a sweet girl like Keiko ended up with a man like him, I'll never know.

What I do know is that Taichi adored Keiko, gave her everything she could possibly want and need with the money he makes, and that was just being a normal grunt! Even so, it was dangerous, but Keiko didn't seem to mind.

"I come here with Taichi all the time," Keiko answered, sipping her drink. I turned to sip on my own. "You can't tell me it isn't luxurious." It was. My jaw had dropped to the floor when we first stepped into the very luxurious bar. "Don't worry about it, okay? Drink your sadness away! You're safe here. Since I am Taichi's woman, and you're with me, nothing will happen, okay?"

"Where is Taichi anyway?" I asked, glancing over her shoulder when I spotted a group of men walking in through the entrance. I missed the way the light left Keiko's eyes, chewing on her bottom lip anxiously. My eyes were on the men, which in the middle was a man with orange hair, a black hat adorning his head. I felt my breath hitch in my throat, my eyes looking at the very handsome man up and down. I swallowed thickly.

"He had a job tonight and couldn't make it. He'll be home to- hey, what are you looking at?" Annoyed at me ignoring her, she turned in her seat, a shocked look on her face before she smiled tightly.

"Taichi! I thought you had an assignment!"

"Hey, babe! We finished early, which was quite surprising, honestly."

The couple embraced and I barely registered the mushy love between the two as I watched the ginger man lead the rest of the group further into the bar. He walked by me, and before I knew it, dark blue eyes were staring right at me, eyebrows furrowed.

"The hell are you looking at?" he sneered and my face turned red, heart dropping in my chest.

"No one! I'm sorry!" I exclaimed, quickly turning back around and facing the bar.

"Tch. Whatever," the man only responded before walking off.

"You look like a cherry," Taichi said, clearly amused. I sent him a half-hearted glare, Keiko slapping his chest lightly.

"Be nice to her. She got fired today."

"Ohh, that sucks. If you need help-"

"She won't take it," Keiko said with a huff. "Stubborn ass."

I rolled my eyes at her, biting my lip nervously as I fiddled with my glass. "So uh... who was that guy? With the hat?"

Taichi blinked. "Oh, that's Chuuya Nakahara."

"Is he part of the Port Mafia?"

Taichi barked out a laugh, Keiko giggling softly behind her hand.

"Baby... he's an executive. Chuuya works closely with the leader of the Port Mafia."

"And I work under Chuuya," Taichi finished, amused at how wide my eyes have gotten at the answer.

"You mean to tell me... I pissed off... an executive member..." I was dismayed, heart pounding in my chest.

"Hmm, probably. Don't go home alone tonight," Taichi grinned as I balked, clearly having fun torturing me.

"Taichi! Babe, don't listen to him."

I gulped nervously, downing the rest of my drink before signaling to the bartender to get me another one.. "R-right..." Despite my better judgment, I turned my head, looking towards the obvious VIP section of the bar. Chuuya sat with some other grunts, a glass of what seemed to be red wine in his hand. Of course, his eyes found mines yet again and I whipped my head back around. Fuck, I did it again! I quickly downed the newly made drink, unaware of Chuuya's eyes narrowing as he watched me.

"Nooo, do you have to go?" a drunk Keiko whined as she latched onto my arm, a forever amused Taichi watching on. "Don't leave me with hiiiiiiim."

"I want to go home, dammit," I huffed, successfully peeling her off of me and handing her to her boyfriend. "I have to start job hunting tomorrow. Thank you for bringing me here, I do feel better and I love you but... I'm tired."

"Ugh, you are such an old lady!" Keiko whined again and I couldn't help but laugh, turning to start walking towards the exit.

"Goodnight, you too. Please get her home safe, Taichi."

"I wouldn't count on it~"

I rolled my eyes at his teasing, leaving the two behind as I left the bar. I stepped out into the cool night air, shivering a bit as I closed my cardigan tightly around me. I wore a simple but cute outfit; a black dress with burgundy tights underneath, black flats on my feet and my favorite tan cardigan over the entire outfit. It helped me fight off a bit of the cold, but as I started to walk down the block, I grabbed my phone to start searching through my usual rideshare app.

I didn't get far. My phone cluttered to the ground as it fell out my hands, a gasp leaving my mouth as I was slammed against the nearby brickwall of a narrow, dark alleyway.

"Who the fuck are you?" a familiar voice hissed and I'm shocked to find Chuuya Nakahara glaring daggers at me, his strong hands pinning my arms against the wall. He growled when I didn't answer. "Answer me! Who sent you here?!"

"N-No one!" I cried out, shaking like a leaf. Of course, of course I would be confronted by a fucking high level member of one of the most dangerous organizations in Japan. "I swear, I just came here with my friend."

Chuuya growled again and he flipped me around, pressing my front against the wall. "Stay still," he grunted, and my face started to heat up as I felt his gloved hands quickly feel along my body. He was frisking me, and I gulped when he shoved his hand under my dress, producing the knife I had strapped to my thigh.

"I carry that to protect myself," I immediately explained, Chuuya turning me around again to face him. His eyes were still narrowed, staring me down as if trying to figure out what the hell I was up to.

"And the bouncer didn't pat you down?" he questioned and I shook my head quickly.

"No, he didn't pat me or Keiko down."

"Tch, that's Taichi's woman," he said, though he still looked at me with narrow eyes, hesitating a bit before he turned my knife in his hand, handing it back to me hilt first. "You sure know how to make yourself look suspicious."

I cringed a bit as I strapped my knife to my thigh strap again. I missed how Chuuya's eyes lingered, him licking his lips. "That's my fault I... I know I was staring..." I could feel my face heat up again and I couldn't even look Chuuya in his face. "S-sorry if I creeped you out. I don't mean any harm. Keiko brought me here 'cause I got fired and she wanted to help me feel better..."

"Hm," was his only reply, crossing his arms over his chest. "What you do to fuck up?"

My mouth fell and I sputtered as I tried to come up with the words. "What do you mean?! I didn't fuck up!" I protested. "It literally came out of nowhere! I worked my ass off all year, only to get fired 'cause I wasn't what they needed anymore. Fucking bullshit."

Chuuya was amused by my little vent, snickering a bit as he gave me a quick look up and down. "I'm sure it wasn't your winning personality."

I scoffed. "Says the one that shoved a random woman against a wall?! That hurt, you bastard!"

Chuuya raised his eyebrows at me, and I immediately slapped my hands over my mouth.

Oh no. Fuck, I forgot who I was talking to.

Chuuya snickered again, his eyes flashing in amusement. He stepped closer to me, making me press back against the wall again. Chuuya leaned his face close to mine, a smug smirk on his face as he spoke.

"Be careful who you talk to like that," he hummed, and I shivered despite feeling some of his body heat. "Someone might just cut out your tongue for talking back like that. Me? Well, it'd be a waste, especially when I think of all the things I could make you do with it."

I squeaked, the heat never leaving my face as I stared at Chuuya with a puzzled expression on my face. The sudden switch up was giving me whiplash... and lowkey turning me on. "I..." I stuttered, looking away and finally noticing my phone still on the ground. "Crap, I hope it's not broken."

I rushed over to pick my phone up, ignoring Chuuya's hard stare on me. I looked over my phone, sighing in relief when I saw that it had sustained no damages.

Chuuya then stepped up to me, jerking his head back towards the bar before walking off. "Let me take you home. Take that as an apology for being so rough on you."

I blinked. "Um..."

"Hurry up!"

"Okay!" I squeaked and followed after the man quickly, chewing on my lip as I asked myself... what the fuck was I doing? Am I really about to get inside this man's car? He was a stranger! Who frisked me! Let alone, he is clearly a dangerous man.

I must be insane.

"Tell me," Chuuya started and I was dumbfounded as he approached a rather cool looking motorcycle. No way. "What the hell were you being so creepy for?" He turned to me and asked, an all-knowing smirk on his face. I blushed deeply. Of course, he already was able to figure it out once he realized that I wasn't a threat.

"No reason," I huffed out, earning a low laugh as Chuuya grabbed the only helmet I could see. I looked at him confused, gasping when he unceremoniously placed the helmet over my head. "What about you?"

"I don't need it," Chuuya simply answered before he finally mounted his bike. "Come on, you little liar. Hop on."

I couldn't help but stare, my mouth going dry as I took in the image of this handsome bastard with his bike. The engine roared as he turned it on, revving it a bit and making me make a mess in my panties.

"Hey, ya done eyefucking me, dollface?"

I sputtered. "I was NOT eyefucking you!" I stormed over to the bike, glaring at the grinning bastard as I climbed onto the bike behind him.

Chuuya snorted. "Yeah, like you weren't eyefucking me earlier in the bar," he retorted, easily reaching behind him to grab my wrists, pulling me against his back as he wrapped my arms around him. I was stunned silent, from his words, and his actions and the fact that his back felt so solid.... and he smelled so good...

"I was not..." I mumbled, pressing my cheek against his back. "Shut the fuck up."

He laughed darkly, and that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Where do you live?" Chuuya asked and I hesitantly told him my address. "I know where that is. Hold on."

"You do? It's on the other side of the city," I said and Chuuya just chuckled softly, looking over his shoulder and smirking at me.

"And who exactly runs this city?"

I clamped my mouth shut, his eyes staring into mine. I blushed and looked away from him. He turned his head back around with an amused laugh, the engine revving as he took off on his bike.

"Hold tight, dollface!"

He didn't have to tell me twice, my arms tightening around his torso as he sped down the street, weaving in and out of traffic. It was scary, but also so fucking exhilarating. My heart was thudding in my chest, my eyes watering because of the wind. Still, I kept them open, wanting to watch the world blur by us. Chuuya made a sharp, right turn, making me scream while he laughed loudly.

"Man up!" he yelled at me.

"Stop driving like a crazy person!" I yelled back.

I didn't see the large, almost evil smirk that grew on Chuuya's face. Didn't see him licking his lips excitedly as he eyed a rather tall building coming up ahead.

"Tell me, dollface," he hollered back at me, revving the engine and I gulped as I held him tighter, his bike going faster. A bad feeling started to settle in my stomach, balking when he asked his next question. "Do you want to defy gravity?"

I didn't have time to answer, not when I finally realized that we were heading right towards the side of the building. I couldn't even scream, fear striking me as I suddenly started to see red, body jostling as Chuuya maneuvered the bike to jump in the air.... before landing perfectly on the side of the building and continuing vertically up towards the sky.

"Don't let go!" Chuuya sneered. Like that was ever going to happen.

I didn't dare turn my head to look down, my wide eyes staring up into the night sky as we made it closer to the top of the building. I couldn't even think straight, my body just running on nothing but adrenaline and fear.

"Ch-Chuuya!" I gasped out sharply, the bike finally making it to the roof of the building. Chuuya didn't slow down though, only barreling towards the edge and I started to panic. "Chuuya! What are you doing?!"

Chuuya only snickered, revving the engine once more before sending the bike flying off the edge of the building. I squeak and screw my eyes shut, pressing my face against the middle of his back. I didn't want to watch us plummet to our doom.

"Hey, idiot, open your eyes."

I whimpered and shook my head. "N-No..."

Chuuya sucked his teeth. "Just open your eyes! You'll regret it if you don't."

Biting my lip, I wanted a moment before I lifted my head up and opened my eyes, a small gasp leaving my mouth as I looked around me.

We were still floating in the air, biking moving through the sky. The City of Yokohama was lit up beautifully underneath us. I looked over, seeing the ocean at a distance, the ferris wheel lit up and spinning slowly. My mouth had fallen open, eyes wide in wonder. Chuuya was looking back at me, a triumphant grin on his face.

We made it to my apartment and Chuuya stood over me, an amused smile on his face as he watched me melt on the ground after I got off his bike.

"That was intense..." I mumbled, still feeling the effects of flying through the fucking sky. "I shouldn't even be surprised that you're gifted, with the power that you have already in the Port Mafia."

"Yeah, it was pretty great, huh," Chuuya said smugly, gloved hands stuffed in his coat pockets. I laughed softly, slowly standing up with my shaky legs. He took one look at my frazzled state and he grew even more smug. "That's a cute look on you, though if I really had my way with you, you wouldn't even be able to stand."

My face turned hot, sputtering as I tried to respond, but I had nothing to even say. Because the thought of actually inviting Chuuya inside and--

"Fuck..." I breathed out softly, looking at the man standing before me. His eyes didn't leave mine, the heat in them making a shiver go down my spine. "Do you... want to come inside?"

Chuuya fixed his hat on top of his head. "Lead the way, dollface."

"So... your ability lets you control gravity?" I asked once we made it inside the elevator of my apartment building. We were going fifteen stories up, after Chuuya parked his bike safely, of course.

"To put it simply, yes," Chuuya answered, stepping closer to me. I gasped softly when he grabbed my chin, the leather of his glove pressing against my skin. "But we're not here to talk about that." He pressed himself against me fully, leaning his face in until his lips hovered just above mine. I shivered, looking at him with hooded eyes. "This will be a one time thing, dollface."

I nodded, appreciating his honesty. "Of course," I replied just as the elevator stopped on my floor, doors sliding open. I grinned at him. "So let's make it count."

He liked the sound of that, grabbing my wrist and leading me out the elevator. I rushed to my apartment, grabbing my keys and hurriedly unlocking the door before opening it.

The door slammed shut as Chuuya immediately pressed me against it, his lips on mine in a fervorous kiss. I knocked his hat off his head as I ran my fingers through Chuuya's hair, moaning when his hands started to roam all over my body.

"Fuck..." I moaned softly when Chuuya started to kiss down my neck, squealing when he squeezed on my ass.

"Damn... you won't be able to fucking sit right, either," he growled against my neck as he massaged my ass and thighs. "Let's go."

Groaning when he moved himself away from me, I rushed to lead Chuuya to my bedroom, our clothes coming off in the process and making a trail on the floor.

It didn't take us too long to start really going at it, our lust fueling us to incredible heights. Chuuya held my hips tightly with his leather clad hands, thrusting his hard cock in and out of my soaking pussy.

He was fucking me hard, my body just sprawled on the bed as I moaned and grunted from the pleasure this man was giving me. "Fuck, fuck, Chuuya!" I whined, making the man grin widely as he kept his pace. Sweat covered both of our bodies, moans and deep growls mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

"That's right, dollface, ride me," Chuuya smirked up at me, now on his back as I bounced up and down on his cock. His hands were right on my hips, his eyes going back and forth between watching my bouncing breasts and watching his cock disappear inside my heat. "Fuck, you're so fucking sexy," he growled, thrusting up particularly hard and making me toss my head back, screaming when I finally fucking cum.

"Oh my God!" I gasped sharply, still squeezing around him as I began to slow down. "Oh fuck... it's so good," I moaned, reaching out and hooking my finger into Chuuya's black choker. I pulled and he pushed himself up, lips meeting mine in a messy kiss.

I moaned against his mouth, still slowly riding him as his hands ran up and down my sides, the leather cool against my skin. Then, Chuuya placed his hands on my hips, and with a mischievous little smirk, he licked his lips. Immediately, my body started to feel a little bit lighter, and Chuuya started to effortlessly bounce me up and down on his cock, 100% controlling my body with his ability.

"Chuuya..." I moaned his name, head lolling back. He continued to maneuver my body, little grunts and moans leaving his own mouth as he worked to reach his own pleasure, and mine.

I came again, tears falling down my face from the intense pleasure, and that was enough for Chuuya to pull me off of him completely, putting me on my knees before him on the bed. His hand grabbed the back of my neck and he pushed my head down, stuffing his cock in my mouth.

"Take it," he growled, his hands in my hair and using it to push my head up and down as he fucked my mouth. I moaned around him, a new wave of pleasure washing over me as I let the mafioso use me as he wanted. Soon enough, he exploded into my mouth, and I made sure I swallowed all of him.

"Fuck, that's hot..." Chuuya breathed out when I opened my mouth to show him that I did so. "You're such a good girl, dollface."

That made me flustered and I looked away shyly, earning a chuckle from him. I looked over when I felt him get up from the bed, thinking that he would leave. Instead, he just gave me a look. "Where is your shower?"

We showered together, which took longer than needed because Chuuya couldn't keep his hands to himself. I was surprised when he climbed into bed with me afterwards, allowing me to cuddle against him as we slowly fell asleep.

I wasn't surprised though, when I woke up the next morning, sore and alone. I didn't get too upset about it, though. Chuuya laid it out clear and I accepted it and moved on.

I sat on my dining room table, looking through the newspaper as I sipped on my morning coffee. I was looking for a new job and figured looking at the local ads wouldn't hurt.

"Hm... let's see..." I whispered, reaching over and grabbing my knife. I ran the tip of it down the paper, stopping when one particular ad stuck out. "Hm... the Armed Detective Agency, huh? Interesting..." I set my knife down, staring at the ad as I took another careful sip of coffee.

-End

#bsd x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya smut #bsd smut #dazai x reader #dazai smut #yeah lmao #I got a charlie horse trying to post this but I survive!!#im going to bed after posting this cause im scared please dont yell at me #I tried my best

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soukokuwu · 4 years

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"requests are closed??" that cannot stop me because i cant read!! ** URGENT ** power couple comfort needed asap chuuya is the diplomat for the inheritor of a newly departed yokohama media moguls empire who agrees to fold the power of the company to moricorp so long as chuuya agrees to a date yah i need this like stat plz

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✢ genre. fluff ✢ pairing. chuuya x reader ✢ synopsis. you’re going to inherit your father’s media empire, and mori wants in. his ticket? chuuya. ✢ author notes. an urgent request? you got it! in 2 days ehehe i just hope you like this <3

He stares at the pristine white on the walls of the lavishly decorated office corridors. It suits their reputation. Nothing fits the reigning media mogul of Yokohama like grandeur. He would normally express some sort of distaste for how much of these… beautifications are unnecessary, but Mori had already warned him: it is imperative to get on their good side. Political reasons, he added. As if the mafia doesn’t have enough political influence already.

Although why, of all people, he chose to send NAKAHARA CHUUYA as Port Mafia’s representative to head the meeting, Chuuya himself doesn’t know. A cold-blooded, hot-headed vessel of destruction.

Yes, very plausible, very sensible, he thinks.

Sarcasm. That was sarcasm.

Mori always had his reasons for every decision he made. Some are possibly very fucked up, but even Chuuya admits his manipulation tactics and puzzle-piecing skills rival that of Dazai’s. So he never questions his boss’s decisions. At least, not to his face. He just wonders what is hiding behind this certain choice (of making Chuuya go to the meeting, alone) and how twisted it could be.

Cruising through the halls makes him realise just how much he’d hate it if he was a normal human with a normal, boring desk job. The rooms he passes by, with their glass windows and deceiving transparency, are all full of people either typing away on their keyboards or speaking into phones with some sort of urgency. Yikes. No thanks, he would much rather work with violence and be on the frontlines than man a desk at a mediocre job with less-than-satisfactory pay.

The redhead guesses that they’re going to take him to the boardroom (which incidentally, he thinks, is quite an appropriate name for a meeting room — rigid, stiff, flat — full of smiles that are painted on and the chatter of mindless opinions crafted only to cater to the ones who matter. If that’s an indication of anything to come, Chuuya is already dreading it.) After all, they had scheduled a meeting for discussions with the director on future possibilities of working with the mafia.

Chuuya does admit though, it would be very useful to have the media on their side. Not only digital, but print as well. The possibility to spread propaganda and cover up crimes. This company has it, and Mori is hungry, eager to take over. (Or at least, to establish dominance over them.) Maybe that’s why he chose the gravity manipulator. To make them comply with the threat of crushing them with his brute force should they refuse. It’s harsh. Not that he would mind if it comes to that. There’s a certain satisfaction, a certain kick, he gets out of seeing everyone before him cower in fear.

Because it means he’s in control.

And Chuuya loves being in control. After all, he controls the very things that holds everyone in its grip — gravity.

Ironically, though. What he doesn’t have control over is his own feelings. Mostly unpleasant. A temper so fiery and an impulse so unexpected. Today, though, there is a turn of events. Because as he turns the corner to enter the boardroom, he spots a pair of eyes on him, observing him shrewdly.

No, it isn’t yours. But your father’s.

Wrinkled face wrinkles up even more as they eye him from head to toe, expressing obvious displeasure in the form of tuts and a deepening frown. Chuuya can just tell from how the man wears an expensive tailored suit — probably from a high end luxury brand that Chuuya can’t even pronounce properly — and how his tie is tightened so firmly against his neck that he probably always has a stick up his ass.

But a whiff of something… refreshing skips pass his nostrils and all the hostility from seeing the director disintegrates into — what is this? Chuuya can’t even tell, another irritating reminder he doesn’t understand his own emotions all that well.

And that, that is when he first lays eyes on you.

If you’re wondering, no, it’s not that cinematic moment where you walk in and he’s immediately blinded by the light you bring with you thanks to that invisible halo you carry on your head. Chuuya sees the world through anything but rose-tinted glasses. He is captivated by you though, somehow. Maybe it’s the way you stride in so confidently, with your blazer fitted against your body tightly — not too tight — you don’t want to give off ‘sexy’ vibes, do you? Not in the office. No, you just radiate some show of ‘proper’ and ‘togetherness’ that other ladies must be envious of. Or so it seems to him, at least. Then he wonders again, maybe it’s the way you so nonchalantly brush past him, your shoulder nudging against his, not a care in the world for who he is.

He thinks he’s got his reasoning, a feasible enough reason of why he’s intrigued — you’re young, you’re sexily sophisticated (he just knows you are), and to be a part of this meeting, you must have a sort of… power, so to say.

And then you just have to, don’t you? You just have to take a seat on that chair (in an angle that seems to cater perfectly to Chuuya), cross your legs just enough so your skirt rides up your thigh high enough to leave him wanting to see more, but not enough to be considered as a bold move of seduction. The kicker? That smirk you wear when you realise that he’s staring. He always hated that expression; the one that other people wear out of the satisfaction of their triumph. Especially when it’s against him. But then why does he think he can look at yours forever?

Not even five minutes into the ‘discussion’ and Chuuya already finds out you’re the director’s daughter, the one who would inherit the company very soon. (He fails to properly listen to the reason why because his focus starts to fixate on you, the surrounding all melding into one — the sights, the sounds.) To which you respond with batting your eyelashes at the redhead and wearing an innocent smile yet at the same time being shrouded in an air of… mystery.

The debate on just how much of the empire that Port Mafia would control in the future is not quite a negotiation. If they want to, then they can just force the director’s hand, maybe kidnap his daughter — Chuuya glances briefly toward you before focusing back on your father and the tablet (apparently the company made a sort of presentation that Chuuya can say he frankly doesn’t give a shit about) — but no. Even now, he thinks, he doesn’t want anyone to lay a hand on you. Besides, if your current behaviour is any indication, even if the mafia does come after you, you won’t be scared. You look just like the kind of person who always has something up her sleeve. You must take after your father.

“On that note, I will be leaving the final decision up to my wonderful young lady here.”

That manages to bring Chuuya back to his senses.

What? The old man is leaving such an important decision in his daughter’s hands?

Chuuya breathes in deeply. Stay level-headed. He’s got this, he tries to convince himself. Notwithstanding that he has made it this far only because of the training Kouyou’s given him on the art of appeasing old uncles and kissing their ass so that they give him what he wants.

Guess Mori isn’t as thorough as Chuuya thinks he is.

“Now, you can focus on me.”

Right on cue. As soon as the director leaves.

Look at that, he was right. You are confident. You are smug. You are observant. And annoyingly enough, you are in control. Because to do his job properly, he has to act like he’s wrapped around your finger. (He fails to realise he already is.)

Chuuya clenches his jaw, his brain failing to function in this pivotal moment, failing to filter any kind of acceptable responses. So he stays silent, mind going a thousand miles an hour just trying to form words, sentences, yet drawing a blank. And any normal person in your position would have spoken up by now, but you? You’re reeling in his inexplicability, silently. Observing him as though he’s an animal trapped in a glass cage for all to admire.

You lean back against your chair, the padded back bending backwards to support your weight. Your arms are crossed over your chest and the smirk has not left your face. If anything, it gets wider. Neither of you give in. You both keep your gaze locked on each other, and the silence grows on him. The comfort sneaks up on him. It’s weird. Is he dreaming it? Is he being delusional? Why is that he feels that with you, more is said through your silence than words? If so, being under your carefully appraising eye would be an honour.

Chuuya thinks, no no, he knows, he hears you muttering under your breath. He wants to retort, but words don’t find him. Only silence and stillness.

But it doesn’t last any second longer because you scoff in amusement and grab the paperwork regarding the partnership off the spot your father has left behind. Your eyes don’t leave his cerulean ones though. It’s almost as though you’re hyper-focused on him. Or is it the other way around? Maybe it’s mutual?

You do eventually break the stare though, to turn your back and walk out the door, but not before you stop at the edge, bidding goodbye with a lopsided smile and a “Park Hotel, 8pm, seventieth floor.”

Four hours seemed like a lot of time to prepare.

Seemed.

It isn’t.

Because now, at 7.56pm, Chuuya is still staring nervously at himself in the mirror of the hotel bathroom. A flurry of thoughts occupy his state of mind.

Is my tie okay? It’s not lopsided, is it? He thinks about your lopsided smile as he adjusts the black tie set against his red dress shirt. His black coat is replaced by a black fitted blazer. Then he wonders if you’re still in your work outfit.

Damn it, why can’t he get you out of his mind?

You’re a necessary ally, he thinks. That’s why, he convinces himself. Although, not really. If you are just another job, another person the Port Mafia needs to brainwash, then why is he so nervous about this date? His hands freeze in their motions as he questions himself.

Is this what it is? A date?

By 7.59pm he’s up on the seventieth floor, and the moment he steps out of the elevator, an usher tells him to follow. Wow. Having an already established media empire the moment you were born must have been a big bonus for you, hasn’t it? Chuuya imagines you’re spoiled; you’ve lived your whole life with the lavish luxury you currently stand to inherit now. But he gives you due credit. For your father to entrust the dealings of the Port Mafia to you, you must be very capable. Not that he has ever thought otherwise.

In the short hour that he had interacted with you earlier, he knows you’re anything but a bimbo. But you must have thought he was similar to one, huh? What with him being speechless over nothing.

Once he reaches the private room, he’s greeted by you already seated, right leg crossed over your left, fingers flipping through the menu, unfazed by his arrival. The door shuts behind him, and it’s back to this air of oppressed silence. Chuuya slowly glides over to his seat across from you, eating you up from your head down to your little tippy toes. You are less covered up now, your office suit giving way to a remarkably eye-catching black maxi, although he does admit, what catches his eye is that slit that runs up your thigh.

Now, now, you look sexy.

When he settles down, he notices the agreement from this afternoon sitting by the edge of the glass table, all complete save for his and your signatures. The numbers 70 and 30 briefly register in his head. The former, of course, rightfully belonging under you. He furrows his brows. That’s twenty percent lower than what Mori is expecting. How can he negotiate with you, then? What more can he bargain with?

But as he looks up from the document to you, you’re already observing him, wearing a flirty (with a side of smug, as he expects) smile on those lips of yours.

“There’s always a price to pay, Mr. Nakahara.”

Chuuya is slightly baffled. The other workers in your office are boring and own a one-track mind. But evidently you don’t belong in the same group as them.

Is this a game to you?

“Name it.” He does want to know what you’re seeking from him, and he knows he’s not nearly as witty enough to figure it out on his own.

You never give anything away easily though. Chuuya learned that much. Instead of giving answers you lean back on your seat, just as you did earlier, and revert your attention back to the menu.

“So, you are capable of speaking to women after all, huh?”

The rest of the dinner is filled with conversations that don’t pertain to what it should. Instead of discussing the deal, he gets sidetracked, oddly intrigued by what you personally find fascinating. Chuuya remembers that first wave of pleasant surprise wash across your face when he asks about what you like, what you do outside of work. You know, the common exchange. But it must slip his mind that you aren’t used to ‘clients’ taking an interest in you, as a person.

Neither of you realise the abrupt change in the tone of the evening. You both kind of just ease into it.

Chuuya memorises what you tell him; how you actually like what little time you have outside of work; how you talk about books as your escape, the way your favourite author’s name rolls off your tongue so easily even though it’s a foreign name. He notes how your eyes sparkle when he pays you a compliment about how your brain works instead of the usual comments you receive on your appearance. He also loves how you talk just that little bit faster when you’re excited about a topic.

But he also learns how your smile is forced when you talk about your family, or anything remotely related to your work. He notices how you bite your lip when you talk about barely having time to enjoy anything outside of work. And how until now you’ve been a slave to the company, having to learn and grind on knowledge about anything and everything that you need to know to run it. A shut-in with a twist, if he might label it.

Chuuya was wrong then, he realises. Your life has not been one of free rides; easy passes. It didn’t get easier because of who you are. It was the reverse. It got harder because more was expected out of you. Your life at home wasn’t any easier. Turns out your father was, and is still, a tyrant. You’ve never known to enjoy yourself.

“Until tonight.”

Only now does it dawn on Chuuya why you set this whole thing up in the first place. This way you get to have some time to enjoy yourself at a ‘date’ disguised as a business meeting, because then dear daddy won’t get mad at you now, will he? You’ve probably never experienced romance, have you? Given your tight schedules and overbearing parents. Chuuya must be your first.

He gets just slightly giddy thinking of that possibility.

And by the time your plates are cleared and the bill is paid (by your father, apparently, because you grinned and charged it to his credit card; Chuuya thinks it’s acceptable because from what he hears, the director doesn’t seem to be a very good man at all, why not charge it to the man?), he makes his mind up to really help you make full use of your night.

That’s how he finds himself ten minutes later with you standing on the edge of the neighbouring skyscraper, your fingers intertwined tightly with his. Your first exposure to his ability. ‘Holy shit’ were your exact words. Despite how you carry yourself in the office, it’s almost unbelievable how childlike you look now, admiring the sight before you. Losing all your childhood because of who you’re expected to be… Chuuya knows all too well what that feels like. Minus the bond that is family, of course. Although now, he guesses he can call the Port Mafia such.

“Forty.”

Chuuya arches a brow. “Forty?”

You press your lips together to suppress a grin, nodding at him. “Highest I can go for you, Mr. Nakahara.”

“My boss wants a half, though,” Chuuya grimaces in faux sheepishness. Of course Mori would be fine with a forty, but it’s fun having a back-and-forth with you. Or maybe this is his way of convincing himself this is nothing more than continuing a pleasant conversation.

There’s something in your reaction that gets him so curious. It’s how you grin yourself silly and can’t even manage to look him in the eye. Or the way you try to untangle your fingers, only to find Chuuya has gripped them even tighter. He doesn’t even have to ask for you to know what he’s thinking of.

“Fifty is for family only, sorry.”

He waltzes through the narrow corridors and carpeted floors like it’s home. It might as well be, he’s been here about as many times as he’s been to the Port Mafia headquarters in the same duration. It doesn’t look as tacky as it used to. Or is it just because he’s used to it? Or maybe the gradual changes all seem like nothing to him because he visits this place every single day.

Chuuya sighs. No matter, he’s got other things to worry about.

“No, forget about making your own notes. Negotiate. I want exclusivity on this.”

There it is. Your bossy, domineering voice.

He leans by the doorframe. Your subordinates all dub you the ‘boss from hell’. Personally he can’t see why. But then again, you’re an absolute angel to him. (He never gets tired of seeing the shock register on everyone’s faces when they see you be all lovey-dovey with him.)

Feels good. Being the exception.

When the conversation ends, you hang up the phone and turn over, finally noticing your boyfriend by the door. It’s like a switch turns in you; your hostility melts away and those deep downturned lines rotate into a smile. Even now, five years later, you still have a childlike innocence to you; he sees this right now by how you skip towards him like an elated dog seeing its owner is home.

Did he just compare you to a dog…? Out of all the things he likes, why did he — he mentally facepalms himself but shrugs it off. Like he’s said before, he has more pressing matters to think about.

It’s amazing to think how far you both have gotten. From being strictly business to unspoken feelings in a matter of hours, to where you guys are now. Frankly, he didn’t think it was possible for someone like him. He gravitates away and thinks back to the first time he stepped foot in here.

Huh, maybe Mori did know what he was doing after all. That man ended up being your matchmaker. Chuuya inwardly grimaces and shudders and the thought.

But you pull him back to earth.

Your arms snake around his neck and you hook your legs around his waist. Lucky you’re wearing a pantsuit today, because the last time you did that, i.e. yesterday, you were wearing a skirt and it rode up your thigh a little too high. Yeah, Chuuya wasn’t too happy when some of your male coworkers got to see a glimpse of your ass. But he can’t blame you, you were just that excited to see him. Something he finds remarkable given you’ve been together for four years.

“Didn’t think you’d come here this early,” you comment as you get down, your hands still round his neck. “What brings you by, Chuu? Or should I say, future boss of the Port Mafia?”

He gives you a peck on the lips. His nickname falling from your lips just sound so right. You’re right, he usually comes by after you both are done with work. That usually means 8pm onwards. (You both are pretty invested in your companies. Especially now so for Chuuya that he’s been announced a few days ago as the one to take over the mafia in the future.)

“Today I’m here for professional reasons, princess, to offer you a proposal,” Chuuya coos, a gloved thumb grazing over your cheek.

“Hmm?” You look up at him quizzically. “Okay, shoot.”

Chuuya grins at you, his eyes closing and forming into crescents. He opens them slowly as he presses his forehead against yours.

“I think it’s time for that fifty-fifty.”

✢ tags. @yokelish @gogolparadise @fyowyn-writes

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library-with-tales · 4 years

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Bungou Stray Dogs Band AU that I spontaneously came up with like a second ago.

Based off the mobile game if you haven’t noticed. Someone probably already thought of this buuuuut I like my idea so here we go:

World setting

Port Mafia, Armed Detective Agency and The Guild are music agencies while the other smaller groups are just bands (haven’t read manga yet but I’m aware there are other groups). The Special-too-long-of-a-name people are the big boy cooperation (I am so uneducated with the music world why do I do this to myself).

Port Mafia are filled with talented people yes, but they have the habit of straining the music artists sometimes (this will be relevant in a bit) and are more focused on the monz. If you want a reference, their music are on the same level as your good ol’ big pop groups, the real famous on the radio ones.

Armed Detective Agency (in this case they’re called Armed Music Agency, yes they are still armed) is a smaller agency since they prioritize quality and feelings over quantity and catchiness, which makes them pretty indie tbh, They have songs that don’t particularly appear on the radio a lot, if not, not at all. Though they’re talented all the same.

The Guild are basically the equivalent to K-pop and J-pop, not quite famous in Yokohama, but definitely famous enough to go on tour there.

Atsushi’s arc

There were a few ideas for him (music school was in the draft but I dunked it faster than I pulled it up) but it boils down to one thing: Atsushi accidentally becomes a famous singer from an old video he made when he wasn’t fully into music yet. He, being the oblivious guy he is, suddenly starts gaining fans and is beyond confused yet appreciates it very much.

Though not sure why people are calling him the Beast below The Moonlight (Plot twist, you big stupidhead, that was the title of the old song you made). He goes along with it though, calling himself Moon Tiger, which is so him honestly.

Anyways it’s not Dazai if he doesn’t try to drown himself so while Atsushi’s vibing by the open canal he just sees him. Like canon, Atsushi saves Dazai. But the thing about Atsushi is; he’s camera shy and most of his videos have him covering his face and out of camera view, so Dazai doesn’t immediately recognize him as the famous youtube singer.

As thanks, Dazai treats Atsuhi to dinner with Kunikida, and Dazai has a hunch that Atsushi is Moon Tiger so they start a small convo about it. Atsushi’s all; “ERRRRMMMMMMM” and he wants to leave until:

“Y’know, whoever Moon Tiger is, I’d totally pay a lot of money to hear him sing.” Dazai hums. Kunikida kinda agrees to this, saying how talent like his shouldn’t come totally for free. Atsushi doesn’t ask for donations or get youtube money (because he dunno how :( ) so he’s almost flat broke, and this kinda perks his interest.

“Actually, uh, I kinda know Moon Tiger. I didn’t want to bring it up because I thought you’d ask for autographs or something ha ha. I agree with the paying part.” Atsushi you’re low key greedy ngl, Pre-Bullshit Atsushi was greedy. Money-eyed hoe. “If you want I can get you to meet him, but he won’t wanna show his face so it’s gotta be somewhere he can hide himself while still being able to sing.”

“Done!” Dazai holds his hand out like it’s some sort of deal. “I know a place.”

I’m sorry Dazai, but I’m not smart or sexy as you, so I don’t know the place. Let’s go with the regular canon spot, yeah? And Dazai listens while Atsushi sings behind a big crate and when Atsushi is done, he expects money but he gets a thunderous applause instead and suddenly his identity is revealed and everyone is clapping and staring at him super amazed.

And Atsushi faints from being too overwhelmed.

Anyways, things happen, some parts are alike to canon, some parts aren’t. Atsushi’s main goal in this AU is to get over his terrible stage fright while simultaneously trying to avoid clashing with Port Mafia, who at first, wants to recruit him before he fully signs the contract with AMA.

I don’t know how battles would work in this, but they happen.

Dazai’s backstory

So my man Dazai amirite?

Not a surprise, he used to be under Port Mafia. At some point he does numerous collabs with free lancer Chuuya because Chuuya’s little sheep band had an issue with copyright with Port Mafia (oops).

Onto the main course though: Odasaku.

Ango is in charge of Oda and Dazai, who usually does music together because they’re friends (hurray). But Oda had long gave up on doing vocals because his throat just couldn’t handle it, he much prefers writing music and Dazai doesn’t mind because he never has extremely big ideas anyways.

A clash with Mimic happens and Mori’s all: We need more music we need to stay number one. And so -I dunno how- he forces Oda to finally use his voice to sing via Ango’s persuasion.

Oda completely loses his voice in the end, like he completely damaged it, and he can’t handle the music industry anymore so he leaves. And Dazai’s all: “Don’t go please.”

And Oda writes on his phone and holds it out for Dazai, “This agency. It doesn’t care much for music, does it? I used to sing because I liked singing, because there were feelings in it. But slowly this agency stopped me from being able to do that. Dazai. Don’t you think you should sing with feelings too? You’ve never made an opinion on my ideas, is it because you can’t or you won’t?”

And Dazai realizes he only likes doing music because of the people around him, especially Oda, and now that Oda isn’t in Port Mafia anymore, it just isn’t the same. He’s been making music to grab people’s attention and not much because he wanted to. So he decides to change and switches agencies.

(His relationship with Akutagawa is as straining as canon; “I don’t care about how you made this dumb song, it’s not good enough! How will anyone want to listen to this crap?” Now Aku’s music are catchy and all but lacking in meaning.)

Other things

Yosano’s music is pretty rough, but it literally lets all the feelings out, so it becomes pretty nice. So you know that music that cures this and cures that? That’s Yosano’s music, except it’s really hardcore. I don’t know how she does it, she just does.

Kyouka is the daughter of two big music geniuses and is expected to be the same, so she gets an immediate acceptance into Port Mafia and it nearly breaks her until Atsushi meets her. During a concert or something -because in the end, Atsushi’s still the fan boy type- Atsushi goes up to Kyouka and asks if she’s okay and stuff.

“I’ve made 35 songs, but I can’t...hear my own voice, my own music...” Your Lie in April ref do not hunt me please.

Ranpo is known to have serious in depth meaning behind his music, and a good 20% are just matryoshka songs (he gives out stuff if you find out if his song is an in depth meaning one or just nonsense that somehow speaks meaning while having no theme at all)

Poe’s are somewhat the same as Ranpo, except they’re more like stories to be honest, and his songs get numerous fan interpretation and so far, Ranpo always gets it right. The only one who ever does without missing a beat (ha ha got em.)

Debating if I should just make Kunikida an agent or a music artist that just likes writing songs rather than performing them.

Naomi could be an idol ngl but she’s not, she’s her brother’s number one fan! (She’s a secretary in the agency.)

Chuuya’s more famous for his pretty looks than his music at this point, but it doesn’t mean he’s a shit music artist though.

Higuchi is Aku’s agent.

Kenji’s songs are so happy and go-lucky it makes anyone listening to it feel pumped up. Hence his music are often used in AMVs or sports exercise (what a range!)

Yumeno’s music are those cursed type of songs that weren’t meant to be creepy or weird to begin with (e.g Tonight You Belong To Me, it’s an innocent song yet it can be taken as horror(?)) but end up becoming one anyways.

Dazai’s songs are so sad sometimes but they’re always upbeat. A weird yet perfect balance for his listeners.

That’s all I got! Honestly, don’t really know how to develop The Guild in this, maybe one day I will.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #band au #dazai osamu #atsushi nakajima #kunikida doppo #yosano akiko #odasaku sakunosuke #kyouka izumi #akutagawa ryuunosuke #yumeno kyuusaku #edogawa ranpo #edgar allen poe #higuchi ichiyo #kenji miyazawa #tanizaki naomi #nakahara chuuya

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wildnya · 4 years

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Chapter 4: Everyone, Say “Thank you, Clover”

The group was delayed before the first store was even in sight. Why? Dazai nearly died... from a nosebleed. On the way they’d passed a shop displaying the type of lingerie Dazai loved. One look at that and a glance at Robin was all it took. It worsened when Robin bent down to see if he was alright, tilting his head up so he’d have a better look. He was an angel sent from heaven in his eyes.

It was no surprise his partner knew what had caused the sudden gush to happen and reaction to it, a deep sigh as he brought his hand up to cover his eyes, head shaking like a disappointed mother. The same went for his other three subordinates, an awkward cough from Akutagawa while Gin and Higuchi exchanged a look. However the reaction he received from Clover did surprise him.

Everyone was surprised at how quickly Clover warmed up to Chuuya. None of them could come up with an explanation. A gust of wind blew off the executives hat on the way and Clover had jumped up to catch it. Akutagawa and Robin were dumbfounded seeing her not shy away from Chuuya’s head pat. Soon after that Dazai had seen Akutagawa bend over her shoulder to ask her something. He had a feeling it was along the lines of why his girlfriend was already comfortable being around the short redhead. A stumped look appeared on Clover’s face at his question. Akutagawa gave a simple nod to whatever the answer she gave him, accepting it without questions.

It was obvious befriending Clover was a must from watching the siblings interact. Their bond as siblings was just as strong as the Akutagawa’s, maybe stronger. The trouble was though she wasn’t warming up to Dazai, at all. Any attempts of starting a conversation ended with her hiding behind one of the others. Getting the shy girl to open up was going to be a tough battle, or so he thought.

Seeing his nosebleed worsen after looking at her brother all uneasiness vanished from her sapphire eye to be replaced by curiosity. She no longer found the mafia boss intimidating, but continued to keep her distance. Dazai pretended not to notice the younger’s glances, head tilts, and stares she gave him. It wouldn’t surprise him if she knew he was purposely being oblivious though. He knew his mentee was smart enough to tell his lover what job occupation he had before getting into a relationship. Clover would definitely know Dazai was the boss, Akutagawa wouldn’t address him as that if he wasn’t.

“Oi,” a poke from Chuuya brought him out of his thoughts “hurry up and ask him.” the unwelcomed nervousness returned. “Isn’t it too soon?” Dazai hated the way his nerves acted up so much whenever it came to Robin, the feeling was alien to him. “Shouldn’t I make friends with Clover first? I definitely will have to eventually, she is his top priority right now. You see it, right Chuuya? I wouldn’t want to rush things! Furthermore-” a tug on the sleeve of his coat stopped the flowing of excuses falling from the brunette mouth. Dazai scared Clover with how fast he turned to face her. She would have jumped up again if Akutagawa hadn’t put his hands on her shoulders.

“A-ah, I’m sorry!” he quickly apologized when he saw her shrinking away. Taking notice of cat ears now resting flat against her head, he put on a bright smile to come off as less intimidating, “I’m not used to having my clothes tugged on, you caught me off guard.” the ears had vanished the moment she saw his eyes, but he was not taking any chances. Better safe than sorry.

“What can I do for you, Clover-chan?” Dazai added a cheery voice to his smile, putting on his mask to hide the annoying nerves that had been pegging him all day. In the corner of his eye could see her tail entwined with a sliver of Rashoumon. “She’s sharper than she presents herself to be.” he thought seeing her tail tightened when he put on his mask “it’s probably best to be careful when she’s around.” His thoughts were confirmed when her lips pressed into a thin line after he upped his mask level. Dazai toned it down after that, but only enough to let the nervousness be seen. He made a mental note seeing Clover relax slightly when he did.

“Is there something you can’t reach? I’ll get it down, just show me where.” Dazai used a milder voice this time. He was pleased to see Clover’s tail loosen slightly but it didn’t surprise him when it tightened again. Clover played with her hands, opening and closing her mouth trying to find her voice. Akutagawa removed one of his hands from her shoulders. The other stayed as a silent reminder he was there. After a squeeze from him Clover found her voice. “U-um,” her voice was very fitting for her personality and appearance, soft and quiet. It was very cute. “Ro-Robin can-can’t afford to buy m-me a som-something and a su-suit for h-him. He w-won’t l-let you bu-buy him one w-without…” she reached her limit.

Clover scurried to hide behind Akutagawa who didn’t bat an eye finishing what she started, picking up where she left off immediately. “Robin spends nearly all of his time either studying or doing small jobs to earn some extra cash for Clover to go out. There are… complications that keep Clover from getting a job as well, and he’s too stubborn to accept money for no reason.” he glanced back at his girlfriend continuing when her grip tightened on his jacket “to put it simply, you’re compatible and she’s saying go for it.” “I heard my name~” perfect timing “what’re talking-” no time was wasted. Dazai took the students hand in his as he knelt, all nervousness gone like before.

“Robin, will you listen to this lonely man’s woes? The position of my job occupation requires me to attend many business parties every year, and I dread having to go. Every party I attract the attention of ladies there. Though they are lovely ladies and I do not mind making small talk with them, they keep making moves on me. There have been occasions where benefits which would have served us well were lost thanks to unloyal wives trying to hook up with me. It is so tiring having to tiptoe around their advances and being flirted with every other minute, but after meeting you this burden may finally be lifted off my shoulders.” cressing his hand, Dazai gave him the smile that has won the hearts of many. “Robin, will you do me the honor of accompanying me as my date to the party?”

“Can’t.” Robin pulled his hand away. “I have classes and work, I can’t skip either. Plus I don’t have the money to buy both of us an outfit.” he gestured to his sister. Rubbing his neck awkwardly, an apologetic smile formed on his lips “I appreciate the invite though.” Dazai could hear his hope and excitement shatter. Until he noticed the couple had been joined by Gin and Higuchi not far off behind Robin. The girl's were waving their arms trying to get his attention.

When they had it, Akutagawa slightly leaned down so Clover could whisper in his ear. Summoning Rashoumon, he used the demon to make characters for Dazai to read. ‘Tell him you’ll pay for his suit.’ they read. “No, I can’t accept that.” Robin immediately denied the offer while Rashoumon simultaneously morphed into a new message, ‘offer a job. Ah, she’s a clever one. Now knowing where this was going, Dazai signaled them to stay on standby and took the reins. They nodded and Rashoumon vanished. Dazai made a mental note to give them a few days off as thanks and to also invite Clover to lunch.

“I can offer you a job to replace your old ones. I’ll pay you more than what you made before.” Robin quirked an eyebrow, eyes now cautious “and what would that be?” “it isn’t anything difficult, I just want you to be arm candy.” Dazai reached out to take his hand the third time that day. “My job requires me to do mountains of paperwork and report reading everyday, and almost every week there is a boring meeting I must attend or one of those exhausting parties.” he heaved a dramatic sigh. “I’m bored and lonely, having no one to keep me company in my dark office. But then I met you. Just being in the same room with you brightens my day. It would make me the happiest man alive for you to accept.” he kissed his hand. Robin stared down at him processing what he’d just been proposed with, a faint pink blush forming once he had.

“I- um- well, it’s a nice offer- I don’t know- it’s like-!” he began stuttering, looking away flustered. “I don’t think I’d be satisfied with getting paid to-” he stopped mid-sentence feeling Clover give his back a poke, her face stone cold. “H-hey Clover,” with an uneasy smile, Robin turned to face his sister “what’s up? Did you find something you liked?” she didn’t reply, only stared at him unblinking as the air around her grew heavy. “What, are you worried about me? I’m fine, don’t worry.” ears out, tail lashing “I like the jobs I’m doing, they keep me on my toes.” eye shifts to become more feline “plus I spend every class sitting, I’d get restless from doing that at work too!” Gin and Higuchi join her with closed eye smiles, adding to the peer pressure “don’t forget I do my assignments on my breaks, so, um, yeah that’s a thing!” Akutagawa came to stand behind them, switching to mafia mode to max out the intensity.

“Fine, fine! I yield, I yield, you win.” Clover withdrew her feline features with a smile. Gin and Higuchi high fived without looking at each other while Akutagawa turned off mafia mode with a cough.

Robin sighed, “this is what you’re getting yourself into, I hope you’re ready.” “I’m very aware,” Akutagawa let out another cough “there have been many occasions she has kept me home to rest by stealing Rashoumon.” “this kid can get your workaholic ass to actually rest?” Chuuya laughed, coming around him ruffle her hair “you’re than ya seem, aren’t’cha kid?” Clover leaned into Chuuya’s hand, smiling widening.

Another sigh escaped Robin’s mouth, “anyway, let’s get back to shopping, we still haven’t found something for the lovebirds and now I need my own-” “there’s no longer a need for that!” Dazai’s sudden excimation startled the rest “I’m arranging tailor made outfits for everyone to celebrate the end of my party woes. No no,” he waved a finger seeing some open their mouths to protest “I insist! Accept this as a thank you gift too~”

The newly appointed arm candy pinched the bridge of his nose, “look, I appreciate the offer but this is too much-” “you’ll be attending many parties and meetings, the majority will require formal attire,” the mafia boss interrupted the student again “you can’t wear the same thing every time. It’s only appropriate for me to provide the clothes, since it’s part of your job. There’s no fault in this logic, no?” he smiled down at him, nothing threatening, just a normal smile.

Looking up at the ceiling eyes closed, he was quiet. “So,” Robin looked back at Dazai, crossing his arms, “when do I start?”

#The Feral Broke and The Boss #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #pm!boss dazai #bsd akutagawa #bsd chuuya #bsd gin #bsd higuchi #bsd oc robin #bsd oc clover #bsd fanfic

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dapper-ships-herself · 4 years

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A Memory

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In a dark stretch of hallway, lined with floor to ceiling stained glass windows and towering pillars that stretched down into infinity within the reflective surface of the tiled floor, most footsteps clicked and echoed throughout the space. Her's were a barely heard whisper.

Pigtails bouncing with each step, Gillian payed no mind to the way in front of her. Seemingly all her attention was on the ebony black book in her hands. A thick cover, with beautifully intricate white and gold gilding swirling along the borders and forming the title, the edges of each page were purposefully weathered and rough. She flipped another page, eyes moving methodically across the text.

She passed a pillar, and didn't flinch when a new pair of footsteps rang in the hallway, stepping in time with her.

Dazai had his hands in his pockets, facing forward with a neutral expression on his face. She payed him no attention. They passed through a slice of darkness before they were bathed in the colorful light once again.

"Impressive how you can walk so confidently without even looking at what's in front of you." His quiet voice bounced in the silence.

She shrugged, turning another page.

"All I've had to read these days are documents Mr. Mori gives me, they're so boring."

She moved her thumb along the page, feeling it's course texture.

"Does he make you do paper work too? Honestly, I think this is actually just one of a handful of times I've seen you not right next to him. It surprised me just a bit."

"Is there a reason you are bothering me?" Her voice was hardl enough to be heard, no louder than the barely there rustle of her pages.

"Chuuya has been such a bother ever since we recruited him. I swear, if he had no intention of being my faithful servant, then we should have just left him where he was." He gestured with one hand, an exaggerated look of exasperation on his face, sighing loudly.

"So you were lurking here just to get away from him?" Another page whispered as it was turned.

"Basically." He nodded "And that's when little you happened to come by."

"I can promise you won't find anything to keep you occupied here. Why don't you just continue on your way and go hide somewhere else?"

"I beg to differ about the "nothing interesting" thing. And the "hiding" part too, for that matter; like I need to hide from that slug. I was just taking a break, my neck was hurting from looking down at him so much."

Once again, she kept reading and didn't bother to respond. She would have kept doing that, except the book wasn't in her hands anymore.

She blinked, and looked over at Dazai, who had hopped back a few steps with a sly smile and her book dangling from his fingers.

"What do you think you're doing?" She asked, honestly perplexed.

"You weren't paying attention to me." He said it like it was the simplest thing in the world.

"Because I was reading." She kept her expression flat.

"Exactly." He started swaying his wrist so her book moved back and forth like a pendulum.

"Give it back." She held out her hand.

"But then you'll just start ignoring me again, and I'm bored. Hm, how about maybe if you ask nicely enough? Say "pretty please"."

Her expression stayed, but the corner of her lip twitched to a frown for just a second in annoyance.

"No? Too much pride? Figures for the mafia. Well then, I guess there's only one way you're getting this book back." He turned and starting jogging backwards up the hallway in front of her, his smile turned straight mischievous. "You'll just have to take it from me."

"No, you're just going to give it back." She stayed in her spot." Honestly, how childish can you get?"

"Less talking, more chasing, Gillian!" He spun around, and started running at an even pace down the hall.

"Dazai." Gillian shook her head at him, still not moving. Instead, she flicked her wrist slightly down at her side, the movement concealed by the long flowing sleeve of her blouse. Up ahead, as Dazai passed by another block of shadow, a hand on the end of a long, misty, dark and twisting appendage shot out and aimed straight for the book. She couldn't grab him directly thanks to his cancelling ability, so she'd just have to go for it directly.

However, just before the hand could close down on it's prize, Dazai's forearm moved up to block it, and the hand grabbed hold of it instead, instantly evaporating in a flash.

He looked back over his shoulder at her. "You'll have to try harder than that!" He called. He picked up speed, reaching the end of the hallway and turning a corner to the right.

Oh, come on.

She huffed, glaring at the doorway, then she stepped forward and sunk down into the shadows at her feet.

She moved through the strange world of the dark that was second nature to her with ease. She could see Dazai running up ahead through the film and flowed forward, jumping out of the shadows right next to him as he moved by. However, the sneak attack that had proved her victorious multiple times over, was thwarted by him ducking under her grasp and rolling forward. Somehow, he'd known exactly where she would appear.

He laughed at her attempt, not breaking his stride. That only made her more irritated, and a low growl escaped her throat.

Again and again and again, he dodged, he weaved, he jumped over her attempts to retrieve her book, smiling the whole time. "I was hoping to find out why Mori bothered to make a little girl his body guard, and I must say so far I'm not impressed!" The look in his eyes making it clear he was baiting her.

It was infuriating, it was annoying, it was... It was...

Due to her father, and the world he lived in and the circumstances she was raised in, she'd rarely even seen much of kids her age, much less played with them. She wasn't sure she could call this playing, but-

Wait, was that exactly what this was? A game? Judging by his laughter, he certainly thought so.

But of course she thought differently. She was just trying to get her precious book back. He was just being a nuisance.

He dodged backwards as her hand shot out and her momentum carried her in front of him. Looking up at him, a part of her was surprised to realise his wicked sharp grin was matched on her own face.

It was the most fun she'd had in a long time.

Eventually, their chase carried them outside, where she now had to be more careful at how much she used her shadows in her pursuit in front of the crowds. One more disadvantage. Oh well, she wasn't giving up.

Dazai tried to lose her amongst the throng of people, but she was an expert at tracking a target.

He ran to a park that had less people than the main streets. Here, she saw an opportunity.

Sinking down into the shadows again, she popped up on his right, where he immediately moved to avoid her. She was ready for that though.

Before she'd entered the shadows, she'd bent down to scoop up a small rock sitting on the path. She threw it, sending it right under his feet. His next step landed right on top of it and sent him off balance, falling backward.

She moved, appearing closer now on his left, and snatched the book as he fell. She skipped forward as soon as her hand closed on it's surface, a triumphant laugh leaving her lips involuntarily. "How was that, huh? Impressive enough? I got it!" She held her prize triumphantly out in front of her.

He chuckled from his spot on the ground, pushing himself up to sit cross legged. "And you've also apparently got more than one expression. What a lovely smile that is." He grinned.

Her smile morphed into a a confused expression, her mouth a small O. She bit her lip, glaring and glancing away. "So you really were just trying to mess with me this whole time."

"Obviously. We both had fun though, didn't we?"

She hummed in the back of her throat. Spotting a bench just a bit away, she walked to it. As soon as she sat down, she opened her book to the exact page she'd been on before Dazai's chase had begun.

He took a seat next to her, leaning to look over her shoulder at the pages, his one uncovered eye wide and curious. "What kind of book is it?"

"A fairy tale." She answered. She flipped another page.

"That covers gotten kind of worn." He observed "You've taken good care of it, but you've read it a lot, haven't you?"

"I have. It's my favorite, I know everything that happens in this book, every twist, every word."

"Why bother reading a book again that you've already read? Sounds boring."

She paused, looking up from the book to glance at the sky, thinking for a moment. When Gillian had her answer, she looked over at Dazai, a small, fond smile on her face. "I suppose that's because, a good book is always good, no matter how many times you read it."

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Seven years later.

Gillian turns another page of the black book with it's white and gold engravings. The cover is worn, but she's always been careful with it, a few pages have gained new tears, but she's delicate with each one she flips.

She sits in the dark of her room, the curtains drawn and a bare sliver of light from the full moon slicing through in a long line across the floor and up the opposite wall.

Even if her eyes weren't naturally adapted to the dark, it still wouldn't bother her. This book was as familiar to her as the back of her own hand, every twist, every word.

This book was very special to her. Many, many, many memories were attached to it. Ones that she was very fond of, and they kept her company in the dark when she was all alone.

She turned another page.

#self ship #self ship community #self shipping #self shipper #self ship fic #dazian #dapper writes

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no-longer-tainted · 5 years

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WIP Week 2019 [Day 5]

Question: What is your most used AO3 tag?

I guess it’s the shipping tag for Soukoku/both of them as characters + fluff

Your Canonverse or AU WIP

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs Shipping: Soukoku [Chuuya Nakahara x Osamu Dazai] Notes: I don’t have any canonverse WIPs so I wanna show you one of my Fantasy AU WIPs, I decided to make for the SKK Trope Bingo but it got too big with the idea so I created my own world for it. The WIP is the very first chapter and I hope you enjoy it <3

The darkness of the room was only broken with one almost burnt-down candle and a deep sigh was the only sound when a young man with orange hair let the red wax drop down on the envelope only to imprint his seal on it a second later. He couldn't tell how many hours have passed since he was working on that letter in front of him but it was a incredible relief having it done now. He closed his clear blue eyes and when he breathed in, he opened them again. "Atsushi?"

The door was opened soundlessly and a white haired man with a single black hair strain appeared in the door frame. He had a nervous look on his face and swallowed hard. The atmosphere in the room was heavy and usually, he wasn't allowed to enter this room. "How can I help you, Chuuya?"

Chuuya got up from his cushioned wooden chair with the letter in his hand and walked over to Atsushi. "You have to bring this letter to Kouyou." He reached the letter to Atsushi but he didn't take it from him right away.

"Why me?", he asked and frowned at the pitch-black envelope with the dark red wax seal on it. It hadn't any name written on the outside and the wax looked like a drop of blood. Chuuya had a meaning look in his eyes. "Are you sure? You-You worked the last five hours on it." Atsushi swallowed again. "It has to be super important!"

"Exactly." Chuuya held the letter closer to his friend and looked at him with raised eyebrows. "You're the only person I can entrust this letter with." With shaky hands, Atsushi took the letter and was anxious about bending the envelope by accident. "Can't you go yourself?"

Shaking his head, Chuuya laid a hand on Atsushi's shoulder. "I already told you I have to travel the opposite direction today." Chuuya knew it was not an easy task to ask from his friend because even after all those years, he felt uncomfortable around Kouyou. "If you want you can take Akutagawa with you." A resigning sigh made Chuuya chuckle quietly. "Also Kyouka would be happy to see you again after all those months."

"If you want to see me dead, just say so." Atsushi groaned and squashed the letter in his hands. "Wah-! I-I am sorry." He tried to flatten it between his hands and pressed it between them.

"You're my best friend, I just want the best for you," Chuuya answered with a fond smile and patted Atsushi's head.

Atsushi licked over his dry lips and pressed them into a thin line. "Okay, you won. But do you really think it's a good idea to start your journey today?" With a doubtful and insecure look, he left the room together with Chuuya. "It's New Moon in three days, you know."

"I know." Chuuya was more aware of the lunar cycle than any other person he ever met in his life and the mere thought made his stomach twist in loops. "But I'll meet up with Dazai in-" He stopped mid-sentence, not sure about how much time was left until he would meet up with this shitty mummy but it couldn't be that long anymore. "And you know about Dazai's ability."

Another sigh followed as an answer. "How are you able to trust him?" Atsushi looked at Chuuya and tried to read his facial expression but even with his better vision at night, he wasn't able to interpret it.

Chuuya just shrugged with his shoulders. "Is it trust? We just both have the same goal and Dazai needs someone to do the tiring and stressful work for him."

"I can't change your mind, right?" Chuuya didn't answer anything and that was answer enough for the other man. "I'm not sure if Kouyou will kill me for letting you go so easily or because I'll spend time with Kyouka." He sounded distraught and the 'Probably both' of Chuuya didn't help to calm him down. "Chuuya! Can't you take me with you and send someone else as messenger?" Despair was written all over his face when he stopped and turned around to Chuuya who fell a step back. "I'm still too young to die!"

"Sorry." Chuuya looked with a apologetic smile at Atsushi and grabbed the diagonal belt of his leather bag with both of his hands. It only contained a few things he would need on the journey and his savings. "I have to depend on you for this." He would go to Kouyou personally if it would be possible especially because he didn't see her for a few months either but the new clue he got from Dazai yesterday was more important.

"Then you have to promise me something!" Atsushi held out his pinky with a pretty long nail and looked at Chuuya with a serious expression. "Bring Dazai and yourself home alive!"

"Can't promise I don't kill this shithead." Atsushi's gaze didn't waver and let Chuuya flinch backwards. Of course, Chuuya knew how much Atsushi looked up to Dazai even though he lived with Chuuya but his own relationship with Dazai was tense - to say the least. Chuuya hesitated with intertwining their fingers. "An Isud can't die anyway." He didn't met Atsushi's gaze but he intertwined their pinkies. And of course, Atsushi was aware that Chuuya was only a dirty Halfblood and his last slentence was meant for both Dazai and him. Chuuya himself never tested his limits but he had the power of two races in him so it should be no problem to get back alive.

"Oh, Dazai!" Atsushi exclaimed happily and ran towards the man, leaving Chuuya behind and breaking his depressive line of thoughts. His inner beast shouldn't be a solution.

It was only natural that Atsushi would see Dazai first thanks to his night vision and Chuuya had to rely on the candle in his hand. When he arrived at Dazai shortly after Atsushi- standing casually in the entrance of his cottage in the woods outside of the town, he greeted him only with a half-nod of his head.

"Long time no see, Chuuya~", Dazai chirped and hugged him tightly as a greeting. His eyes lightened up when he saw Chuuya. "Atsushi already told me that you are so cruel to send him to Kouyou."

Chuuya struggled to get free from the hug and only managed to do so with throwing Dazai over his own shoulder. Despite him being smaller, he was physically stronger than this clingy ocotopus. "We saw each other yesterday!" Then he threw a look to Atsushi who took a few steps backwards under the glare.

A loud growl interrupted them and confused, Chuuya and Atsushi looked at Dazai. "What was that?", the youngest among them asked and ran outside. "Woah! Rad!"

Curious, Chuuya followed the other two man outside and even without a night vision he could clearly see what was in front of him.

Two majestic and bulky beasts. One of them was the purest white while the other was a the darkest black Chuuya has ever seen in his life. They had fluffy fur around their necks and ankles and the eyes of them were a bloody red. The fluffiness of them was destroyed with their huge fangs and horns. Chuuya took a few steps backwards and was overwhelmed. Seeing Beastmares was something happening not everyday because they were almost extinct. Their fur was the most prized thing in the whole Yishtair Empire.

"May I introduce-" Dazai pointed with his whole hand to the white Beastmare and smiled like he would introduce his cousin to Chuuya. "Phinya and-" He pointed with his other hand to the black one: "Zeraphin."

Like they knew he was talking about them, they growled. It sounded different than before but Chuuya couldn't tell if that was a good or rather a bad sign. His brain still wasn't able to give him words to speak so he just stared at the Beastmares in silence. They were beautiful creatures usually living in the woods of Evirm. Chuuya never had the chance to see them in natural and only read about them in different books and heard stories from Kouyou when he was younger. And to be honest, they were even more striking than any poem could describe them.

"I hope that's okay for your picky ass, Chuuya~" Dazai stepped closer to Chuuya and pointed at the white beast. "Phinya will be all yours for the time being." The white one growled and stepped closer to Chuuya and he took a step back. They were just fucking huge! Maybe three meters high.

Chuuya swallowed when the beast bowed in front of him and laid down, the head on its front paws. Slowly Chuuya got forward to Phinya and without letting his eyes off of it, he put his hand on its snout. It felt really soft but when it suddenly licked over his hand with its tongue, Chuuya flinched back and fell flat on his ass.

Dazai laughed. "She likes you."

So 'it' was a she? A beautiful pure white lady. However, Chuuya would almost bet his life that she wasn't even close to being pure as much as her fur color. "Can I too?" Atsushi's eyes sparkled like the stars on the sky and Dazai just shrugged with his shoulders.

"You're a beast yourself, they probably smelled you from ten kilometers apart." Dazai gave a command with his index finger to let Zeraphin come closer too. "Odasaku told me, they are siblings and about three years old."

That was pretty young for Beastmares, Chuuya thought immediately. "So you got them from Oda?", Chuuya asked and a strange feeling let his stomach spun around like crazy but he put the blame on his nervousness around the beasts. He got closer to Phinya again and she grunted happily? At least it sounded like a happy sound she gave through her nose. "You're beautiful," he praised her and stroked his hand through her long neck fur while Atsushi did the same with Zeraphin.

Atsushi was always good with all kind of creatures because with his tiger genes he bonds with them before Chuuya could even think about getting closer to any of them.

Phinya laid her head sideways in Chuuya's tiny hand and clearly enjoyed the share of kindness and affection of Chuuya.

Chuuya looked up when Dazai suddenly appeared next to him. "Don't make me jealous, Chuuya~" He sat down next to the other man and stroked through the fur of Phinya.

"What are you talking about?", Chuuya asked confused and looked at Dazai for a moment before the beast girl snuffed to get his attention back. For a moment, Dazai hesitated with an answer, like he had to overthink his chosen words. "She hated me in the beginning."

While in the background was Atsushi's lighthearted laugh, playing with the black beast, Chuuya had a shit eating grin on his face. "Deserves you right." Phinya's red eyes wandered to Dazai and for a moment they just exchanged looks, before Dazai clapped into his hands and stood up from the ground.

"Time to go."

Chuuya sighed. What a sudden change in the air. "Yeah." There was no time to play around. Atsushi's sad face when he said goodbye to his two new friends was gut-wrenching and Chuuya put a hand on his shoulder after he hastily rushed to Dazai and Chuuya. "I don't know when were back-" Chuuya looked over to Dazai who was pretending to not listen. "But as long as Kouyou receives the letter, everything is fine."

Atsushi hugged Chuuya goodbye. "I'll take care of everything." He didn't sound convinced but Chuuya believed in Atsushi nevertheless. After that, Atsushi walked over to Dazai who was already sitting on Zeraphin. "Please don't make Chuuya angry too often. I don't think Kouyou's anger is a painless way to die." Taking a few steps back, he watched the two majestic beasts and the two men on them, walking away.

Phinya had Chuuya let stay on her front paw and from there he jumped on her fluffy back. One last time he turned around to Atsushi. "Please take care of you and give Kouyou and Kyouka my greetings."

Before Atsushi could answer, Phinya growled loud and Atsushi blushed. "I-You! Please take care of Chuuya, Phinya!" Atsushi had the ability to talk with the animals living in the Yishtair Empire. The last thing Atsushi heard before they were out of is vision was another growl of Phinya.

#wipweek #wipweek2019 #bungou stray dogs #soukoku #chuuya nakahara #osamu dazai #fantasy au #soukoku fantasy au

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chijouku · 5 years

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small drabble about a hc I was talking w/ @dcmonicprcdigy about how her dazai would behave around my Chuuya if they were a couple. I find it very amusing to write Yandere!Dazai and i kinda love him when he gets completely obsessed with what Chuuya does on his daily routine lmao.

Early in the morning he would go to the same exact place to take a good cup of coffee with a muffin. Chuuya wasn’t very picky with breakfast, as long he had his coffee, he could start his morning with a fairly good mood. He sat on the usual spot, he had an habit to take the same seat as long it was free. A girl with long brown hair with blue eyes would come to take his order, the redhead would greet her as any morning and ask for the usual, they already seemed to get along, normal between an usual customer and their waitress.

That day he asked if he could get her number, just in case she needed help if she ever got in trouble; there were a lot of gangs messing around and Chuuya just wanted to provide her security in case she got in trouble. The young lady smiled greatful and gave him a paper with her number, that day they talked a bit while the redhead was drinking his coffee.

That was the last day Chuuya saw the waitress working there. Next day he found out that she quit to her job at the cafeteria. Of course, he asked to the other workers in that place if they knew the reason behind her leaving, none of them knew about it.

He took his drink without crossing a word with the other waitresses and then went directly to the second usual place he visited daily by now, Dazai Osamu's apartment. When the redhead reached to his location, he didn't even hesitate to open the door, it was clearly opened because the person that lived there knew exactly at what time the other would come inside.

Blue eyes scanned the small living room, someone was laying on his back in the couch, one of his legs on top of his knee, his brown head placed onto a soft pillow and his eyes focused on the book he was holding. The executive walked straightforward to where his boyfriend was resting and sat next to him, Dazai just smiled and adjusted his head onto Chuuya's lap, closing his eyes for a moment, awaiting for the other to greet him as everyday.

"hm, you smell at vanillia, didn't take coffee this time?" he lazily placed the book onto his stomach, and rested both hands onto it. The redhead just sighed, Dazai had memorized every single detail about his partner, that was something he had to get used by now, after all, he really knew everything since they worked together for too long.

"yeah, today i wasn't in a mood to take a coffee cup." he commented, he usually talked with Dazai about anything that troubled him and his daily routine that was pretty much boring for the detective knowing what kind of works Chuuya had to do as a Port Mafia's executive."one of the waitresses, Misaki, has quit and I don't know why." he commented, Dazai for a moment just smiled to himself, feeling Chuuya's fingers ran through his brown hair, damn...this felt so damn good.

"That sounds very unfortune, she didn't even say goodbye to you?" Dazai said as he opened his eyes again to stare directly to Chuuya's beautiful blue eyes. He loved to stare at them and get lost into that pure and bright color.

“I had her number, I called her but she never answered me.” he said with a flat voice, he didn’t see happy about it, Dazai just stared at Chuuya’s face, as if he was looking for any kind of reaction.”I thought the posibilities, I even considered that maybe one of the newcomer gangs around Yokohama had attacked her but that doesn’t make any sense.”

Dazai hummed softly, he didn’t seem to bother or care too much about the girl, but he didn’t want to sound like a douchbag boyfriend.”then it sounds like it was her own decision to leave, why would you care that much? You gonna find someone else to attend you everyday.” when he said that he noticed that Chuuya opened wider his blue eyes and stared at solid point for a mere moment.

Don’t tell me...

The readhead frowned, he knew that something was up and Dazai was hiding some information he didn’t know.”how did you know she attended me everyday? or she used to.” the brunet’s eyes shifted just a little bit, as he was aware of the small mistake he’s taken by saying that, but even so, he wasn’t going to admit anything at all.

The detective just smiled innocently, Chuuya knew that smile was fake.”I supposed by the way you talked about her, you know her name and you go to take a coffe to the same place everyday...that’s a very simple deduction, you know.” he simply stated looking at his boyfriend with a silly goofy smile, damn that was close.

The redhead didn’t look satisfied with the answer, he remembers one time when they were together to drink a coffee at that place and Dazai would look at his phone a lot when Misaki attended them...and he only looked at his phone when he was looking for something in particular. He didn't pay too much attention to that, the young executive would think that his boyfriend was bored or he was sending messages to his coworkers but...maybe it wasn't what his innocent mind thought it was.

Anytime Chuuya gets close to someone, they disappear without leaving a trace. That started to happen a lot since he started dating Dazai...

The detective decided to move positions, he sat on the couch next to Chuuya and left the book on the small table in front of them. Dazai wrapped an arm around Chuuya's waist and placed his head onto his shoulder, smiling.

"You worry too much Chuuya, she is probably okay, now---wanna distract yourself a bit?" he asked and grabbed one of his boyfriend's hands and interwined his fingers with his, he loved to touch him...and recently he couldn't control his need to feel him close to him...

Love makes you do things you have never expect to do for anyone, right?

The redhead still seemed troubled about what happened, not paying too much attention at what Dazai was doing, until he noticed that he started to pull out his glove from his hand, to kiss it, that made Chuuya groan softly."h-hey, stop doing that! damn, I don't feel comfortable about this, it's too fuckin' weird." Dazai blinked and chuckled softly.

"Oh come on, you don't need to think about this any longer---people comes it and out without a reason, you shouldn't stress over someone you barely know." he teased with his tongue, licking one of Chuuya's fingers. The redhead blushed furiously."besides, you don't need anyone else."

"huh?" that caught with his guard down, what he was trying to say with that? and since when Dazai was that bold with him? He was annoying yeah, and he did these kind of things just to prove a point and he didn't know why but those words seemed to be meant in any different way. For a second he saw a small glimpse of annoyance on his eyes...

"You don't need anyone but me, you'll be happy as long you're beside me, no one else matters." he whispered, approching his face towards the smaller male, smirking lightly."that's all what you need to know..." he muttered the last words before sealing his lips with his boyfriend's.

Dazai would do anything to keep Chuuya by his side, would get rid of the innecesary people on his life and would clean any kind of bad feeling from the redhead's heart.

If he had to smear his own hands with blood, he'd do it happily.

Because Chuuya was his and only his alone.

#drabbles #soukoku #heck i wrote a whole oneshoot i hate myself i don't know how to make short things lmao #but my gf will be happy with all of this and i am happy with the result so its all good #anyways its crappy but you get the idea #dont mess up with dazai lmao #probably gonna do a second one another time

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izanyas · 6 years

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20 with kouyou and yosano for the nsfw meme please?

Appropriate Answers

Yosano doesn’t know what she expects out of an evening spent with Ozaki Kouyou, but it’s a far cry from what she gets.

The permeating feeling of fancy is something she was waiting for; the fact that she is invited not to some expensive traditional food place but inside Ozaki’s own home is not. She wouldn’t even have guessed that it was her home—the mansion is large enough to feel like an inn, complete with hot springs—if it weren’t for the fact that Nakahara Chuuya walks in before they’re even done sitting down for tea, stops, and stares.

“What the fuck,” he says, at the same time as Yosano slides a hand into her bag and grasps the handle of her machete.

“Don’t swear in front of guests, Chuuya,” Ozaki replies pleasantly. She hasn’t looked up from the tea.

“What the hell do you mean, guests —”

“Yosano-sensei is here on my invitation,” she says. Her mouth is twitching very lightly. “Sensei, please drop that.”

Yosano withstands Nakahara’s glare for a second longer. He doesn’t immediately attack, much as he waited for her to attack first during their last and only meeting, and realizing it allows her to take a leap of faith. She lets the weapon rest at the bottom of her bag.

“What does the agency want now?” Nakahara mutters, yet he tears his eyes away from Yosano to look at Ozaki instead. “I thought we were done with that shitty alliance.”

“I see no reason not to try and keep our relationship amiable,” Ozaki says.

“ Amiable …”

Some sort of exchange must have happened between them, then, because Nakahara’s face turns crimson in less than a second. It clashes horribly against his hair color and makes Yosano’s mouth stretch into a smirk despite her confusion, and Nakahra chokes out a strangled, “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

“You wanted to tell me something, I believe.”

“I can’t fucking believe you.”

Ozaki pours the tea. She smiles. “I don’t think you of all people have any right to judge me,” she says mildly.

Nakahara looks like he wants to either scream or disappear. He settles on a slightly horrified gargle, one hand raised to his forehead as if to wipe his blush away, before storming out of the room.

Yosano opens her mouth to speak, but Ozaki lifts a hand gently, cutting her off. It isn’t three seconds later that they hear loud footsteps approaching again, and Nakahara peeks his head into the room.

“I’m gonna be gone until Tuesday evening,” he mumbles, still flushed. He glares at Yosano for good measure.

Ozaki finally turns to look at him. “Be careful,” she replies.

Every time Yosano has heard her speak, Ozaki has had her tone laced with cruelty, with some layer of violence that only needs the incentive to show. Now, it’s nonexistent.

Nakahara’s answering smile softens every line of his face.

Yosano isn’t sure what to say once he’s gone. She feels like she’s witnessed something she shouldn’t have, and it must show on her face, because Ozaki’s tone as she says, “He lives with me,” is almost enough to distract her from the feeling of their fingers brushing together as she hands a cup over.

“Family?” Yosano asks. She doesn’t for a second entertain the thought of her and Nakahara being lovers.

“As close as one can get.”

She nods, and uses the occasion to take her first sip of the tea. It’s delicious. “He’s surprisingly cute,” she can’t help but say. “The way Dazai talked about him, I never thought he’d be like that in private.”

Ozaki snorts loudly.

Yosano finds herself staring—the sight and sound of Ozaki doing that clashes so firmly with everything she knows and has seen of her so far that her mind freezes for the barest second.

“I think you’ll find that Dazai has a bit of a bias where Chuuya is concerned,” she replies, lips stretched into something very close to a grin. “I’m glad to learn he’s still not past the pigtail-pulling stage.”

Yosano has to take a second to absorb that information. Ozaki leaves her to it, staring at her over the brim of her own cup; she unfolds her legs under the table, and the movement makes silk shift around her body, makes her foot brush Yosano’s calf.

She shivers.

“I didn’t know you knew Dazai so well,” she tries, rather than ask about Dazai apparently having a crush. “I guess that explains the face he made when Kunikida and Atsushi dragged you to the office during that whole Guild affair.”

“I watched him grow up,” Ozaki says, that same fondness she showed Nakahara earlier flashing over her face once more. “There was a time I called him brother too, though he never let me in as much as Chuuya did.”

This is no surprise at all. Dazai hardly lets anyone in. Even Yosano struggles to know the barest bones of his identity or thoughts, if his easy respect for her is genuine or faked.

She dearly hopes that it’s genuine. She hopes he gets as much peace out of their weekly drinking as she does.

Ozaki’s foot is still almost pressed against Yosano’s calf. It’s distracting, especially with the low light, especially with the stray thoughts of just how beautiful Ozaki is and how long it’s been since Yosano touched anyone.

She’s too flat for me , she thinks at herself.

It makes for a very poor excuse.

“So what did you want to talk about?” she asks, struggling not to move her own leg—either to pull it back or push it against the press of Ozaki’s socked foot.

“Ah,” Ozaki says. The line of her back straightens, but her foot stays as it is. Yosano’s lips thin. “I am of the mind that although we aren’t in direct opposition now, having more… personal relationships with the agency can only benefit the port mafia in the long run.”

“We don’t associate with criminals,” Yosano says dryly. “That’s about the opposite of what we do, in fact.”

“I’m not asking for endorsement, or favors of any kind. I want to know the people in the agency—I want to know you .”

Yosano looks at her, gathering her thoughts.

“Just tell me if you need to heal someone,” she replies eventually. “I’m a doctor before anything else, I’ll do my best to help, even if it’s an enemy.”

“Very admirable of you,” Ozaki chuckles, once her surprise has washed away. “But I assure you that I had no thought for your gift in mind, and no need for it at present. I wanted to know you because I found you a level-headed, smart woman, and I am always eager to surround myself with those. Even if it’s an enemy,” she adds playfully. “It will pay off in the future to know the agency—to truly know it, its members, the personalities within. It would satisfy my curiosity, soothe my fears, to know the sort of people taking care of Kyouka and Dazai. And you, sensei, I simply found to be someone I wish to know better.”

That doesn’t help Yosano’s rushing thoughts in the slightest. It’s too easy to read more in Ozaki’s words than she means to say—than she means at all—and if Yosano struggles to put the compliment out of her mind, she makes an even greater effort not to visualize Ozaki repeating it from much closer, wearing way fewer clothes.

Shit.

“Ozaki—”

“Please, call me Kouyou.”

Yosano flushes, looks away, ears burning and glasses almost fogging up. The appropriate answer is at the tip of her tongue: Then, call me Akiko . She never lets anyone call her by her first name, but the idea is here. The words burn in her mouth.

She swallows them back and says, “I’m not really the most important person in the agency. You might want to talk to Kunikida instead.”

And Yosano is not clumsy, her job doesn’t allow for straying hands, but when she feels Ozaki’s foot press onto her calf, when she drags her hand back toward herself in surprise, she knocks her cup off the table entirely.

The tea splatters onto the floorboards with a wet sound. The cup, thankfully, doesn’t break; it cracks through the middle instead, the clearest of all ill omens, the line almost straight enough to cut right through porcelain.

“I’m sorry,” Yosano says, pushing off of her chair.

“Please,” Ozaki retorts. “Let me.”

Her hand rests on Yosano’s forearm warmly. Yosano sits back down and tries not to swallow when it leaves.

Ozaki doesn’t seem to mind at all that she might tear or sully her fine clothes. She kneels against the floor gracefully, like she has only ever knelt in her life. The thought sends another rush of heat through Yosano’s dazed mind. It makes her eye lower, makes her peer into the collar now hanging open over Ozaki’s chest and breathe in quietly.

The kimono is a deception. Ozaki is definitely not too flat for her.

“Kunikida’s good for that,” she says faintly, because it’s better than to kneel by Ozaki on the floor and try and mouth against the pale line of her neck, “he’s a good guy, good worker—”

She stills when Ozaki’s hand wraps around her ankle. She doesn’t move at all as it slides up, under the hem of her long skirt and past the ticklish crease of her knee.

“Unfortunately, sensei,” Ozaki says, looking up at her. Her hand slides under Yosano’s thigh outright, and there is no reason at all for to be there outside of the glint of pleasure in Ozaki’s cold eyes, the goosebumps that the contact spreads through Yosano’s tense skin.

Yosano braces a hand against Ozaki’s shoulder. With her free hand, Ozaki widens the opening of her collar.

“ Kunikida is not my type at all.”

#bsd #ozaki kouyou #yosano akiko #kousano #tumblr fic #anon #answered #fic: appropriate answers

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serine-glutamic · 6 years

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Monochrome: Shelter

BEWARE: Mild spoilers (I think? If you haven’t watched BSD season 2, it will be spoiler lol)

Pairing: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya

Rating: PG13

A/N: This is a part of my Monochrome series (All I Want is also a part of it, just a series of ficlets) and I will update it on my AO3 so if you like it, you could go ahead and check out my account -> @serineglutamic

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Dazai doesn’t turn his head at the sound of the tinkling bell signaling a new guest. The café is quiet, as Dazai hardly considers anything other than gunshot-filled atmosphere as noisy. He taps his fingers on the chipped table rhythmically, while his right hand is holding the same ratty book he’s been carrying around for years, his thumb stretched over the pages. He pretends to be lazily reading over the words, such brilliance, how does one put such beauty and poise on paper?!

A sleek figure slides smoothly into the seat across him, and immediately pulls the blinds down in a huff, earning a strange look from the lady that’s serving their table.

“Ah, it’s okay, he’s allergic to the sun,” Dazai waves cheerily to dispel suspicion from his waitress friend, who rolls her eyes, probably thinking anyone associated with Dazai is never normal. He chuckles at the faint smile of the old man making his coffee behind the island.

“Maybe you can stick to just the silly hat next time, Chuu-ya,” Dazai enunciates the u a tad too cheerily to the disgruntled male, who looks around briefly before stowing away his obnoxiously large sunglasses in the pocket of his dark, dark coat, and fixing Dazai a well-deserved glare. The waitress chooses this moment to serve them their fragrant coffee, each with a side of a small biscuit next to the cup, breaking Chuuya’s sharp gaze. While he turns to thank the waitress with a faux smile, Dazai studies his passive blue eyes, ever so hollow despite being the color of the moving sea. His cheeks seem gaunt, and his eye bags more prominent. Ah, when is he going to stop wearing the choker? It does funny things to Dazai, honestly.

“You weren’t going to tell me anything?” he starts without a warning, his eyes so viciously full of hatred, but his quivering lips and Dazai’s years of bond with him lets him read all the signs of hurt and sorrow buried in the pits of Chuuya’s pupils. He sighs and sips the bitter coffee.

“It’s not bad, you should give it a try. Maybe you can be a regular here,” Dazai cocks his head at the steaming cup, untouched, in front of the seething Chuuya.

“Yes, and be caught by either side, and slaughtered? Frankly speaking, maybe if I go quick, my life is going to be less of a hassle to deal with,” he sneers, and picks up the cup anyway. Dazai gives him a reassuring nod with innocent eyes, as Chuuya sniffs the drink, cautious of poison as usual. It’s how they were trained after all.

“No, I just thought it’d be a nice and safe place to meet my Chuuya, and it’ll be even better if you like swinging by.”

“It’s nice but not that nice that I would risk my neck for.” By this time though, his shoulders have loosened up, and his posture a little more wound down, like a regular customer instead of a suspicious assassin figure.

“It’s absolutely safe here! Look at the almost non-existent customers! They probably get most of their income from us, now that I think about it,” Dazai lowers his voice to a whisper. Chuuya glances around, and it is indeed quite the obscure place to meet for a Port Mafia executive, and an ex-Port Mafia executive.

“True, th-wait that’s not why I’m here,” Chuuya’s lips are pursed in a thin line and his gaze hardens again. Dazai wishes his redhead isn’t so strung up all the time. It’ll make his pretty face wrinkle quickly.

“It was… a decision made in a spur of the moment. But I have thought about it for some time. You, of all people, know I have no love for them,” Dazai’s tone turns icy, because the thought of just his face disgusts him.

“You always made that clear to me, but why? Why now? Why not…” Chuuya trails off, and chooses to look away, through the blinds, at the bright daylight and the soundless footsteps on the pavement.

Why didn’t you tell me? was the unspoken words Chuuya didn’t need to voice out. Dazai understands. Of course he does. Cold, distant, and sadistic as he is, he’s aware of his relationship with Nakahara Chuuya, the other half of Soukoku… his other half.

But the passing of Odasaku, his friend, had been shattering, to his mind and heart. And he never felt anything like that, never not know what to do. So when Odasaku gave Dazai his parting message, it was like Dazai suddenly had a new purpose. He had to change his course. Even if it meant leaving Chuuya for a while…

“Sorry, Chuu-ya,” because that’s all Dazai can say, with a smile, hoping that his warmth could wipe the anger and hurt away from Chuuya’s features that Dazai misses. Hoping that Chuuya would understand.

They were never exclusive, or official, or anything beyond Soukoku. More than partners, less than a couple. The nights spent together couldn’t lie, nor the looks Chuuya gives Dazai, and the pulsing veins in Dazai’s body every time he makes contact with Chuuya’s skin. They never spoke about it, for fear that if it was ever thrown out there, solid as words, and existing as the fog, it would mean nothing good.

With a heart still in turmoil, Dazai had scribbled something about being gone for a while, and some random numbers on paper and stuck it to Chuuya’s pillow, because no one would dare touch the other’s bed. He escaped the Port Mafia, and fast forward to today, his partner has had enough wit about him to decode the numbers and communicate with Dazai.

“They were asking me where you went off to,” Chuuya drawls flatly. Dazai knew, suspected, those might have been part of why the other male looked exhausted and unfed.

“Thank you,” he says sincerely, knowing Chuuya didn’t give anything away, despite the hard time the Boss must have given him. Dazai could almost feel the stinging skin under his bandages at the thought. And then the seeping sadness and anger because Chuuya had to suffer for his actions… But he knows Chuuya is tough, and could hold his own, even against the Boss. Still, his blood boils.

“I didn’t even know where the heck you were, so it wasn’t like I could say anything,” Chuuya snipes, but Dazai knows he could have if he really tried.

“My precious Chuuya has lost weight,” Dazai chooses to change the topic.

“Who’s fault do you think that is? Some slacker up and left, so I had to do twice the normal work.”

“Not that I usually contribute that much anyway,” Dazai adds.

“Oh right, you don’t,” Chuuya smirks. The insolence is so endearing to see on Chuuya’s face.

“Anyway Chuuya, I just wanted to tell you one thing today-”

“Oh, just one?” Chuuya scoffs bitterly.

“One important thing. If you value your life, and… your wine collection, don’t ever activate Corruption now that I’m not there.” Dazai curses his own faltering, but he wouldn’t say what he truly wanted to say. If you value your life, and my sanity, my heart… if you activate Corruption without me, you could die…

Chuuya folds his arms across his chest, like a sulking child, so familiar and comforting that Dazai wants to reach across the table and brush his lips on the wrinkled forehead. This boy is the only reason Dazai could still see light in the dark organization.

“Or what?” he sneers. “I could kill the entire Yokohama city, you know. Including your precious detective friends.” Is that a little jealousy?

“I’ll snatch your wine collection, I know where you hide them, and juggle the bottles. You know how I am with juggling,” Dazai grins, passes everything off nonchalantly.

“Monster,” Chuuya narrows his eyes at the chuckling Dazai.

“I think it’s time you go back home, someone’s probably looking for you,” Dazai reminds him. Chuuya glances at the time on his phone, and grumbles.

“Thanks for nothing, bandage-head,” he gets up to leave. But no, Dazai really missed him terribly. Before he could think twice, he gets up too, leaving some money on the table. Chuuya throws him a flat look, his default angry expression.

“Ah, Chuuya, actually put your glasses on, and let’s go run my errand,” Dazai announces, pushing the male forward by his shoulders.

“W-wh-what?!” his eyes are wild, and fumbles nervously for his glasses.

“We’re going to the convenience store. My colleagues have sent me on an errand.”

“And if we’re seen?!” Chuuya whispers shrilly. Is that even possible? It is with Chuuya.

“I’m sure you can take them out,” Dazai’s eyes glints unmercifully. Chuuya can only go along with a resigning sigh.

“You’re a sadistic monster.”

“Chuuya does understand me best,” Dazai claps his hands.

The strange pair heads down the street, not touching save for their coats, in the chilly wind, and the playful looks Dazai tortures Chuuya with. How he wishes everything is as easy as this, as easy as loving Nakahara Chuuya…

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #dazai osamu #Nakahara Chuuya #soukoku #port mafia #ao3 #ao3fic #ao3 link

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Forever with you

Chuuya sat at the table twirling his half-full glass of wine. He sighed and rested his chin on his hand. He was so deep in thought that he almost missed the sound of the door opening, followed by a familiar voice.

“I’m home Chuuya.” Dazai greeted as he hung his tan coat on the hook next to the door.

“Hey Dazai, how was work?” Chuuya replied, a bit of a solemn tone still in his voice.

“Eh Kunikida had me doing paperwork forever, I was afraid I was gonna die from boredom~”

“You’d finally be dead, haven’t you been craving death for years?” Chuuya stated and stood up, walking to the kitchen.

“I’d like a peaceful suicide, Chuuya, that’s different than death coming to me.”

“Whatever. I had dinner ready but it was gonna spoil so I made you a plate and put it in the fridge. I’m gonna go take a shower.” Chuuya rubbed his forehead as he walked towards the staircase. He was suddenly stopped when he felt his wrist being tugged.

“Hey Chuuya-” Dazai called out as Chuuya began walking up the stairs. Chuuya stopped and turned around to look at Dazai. “Are you okay? Is something bothering you?”

“It’s nothing, I’m just pretty tired. Work is burning all of me energy. I feel like I have no time to relax anymore.” Chuuya lied.

“Aw my poor little Chuuya~” Dazai gave him a small, warm smile. “Go take a nice hot shower. I’ll be up for bed after I eat.” Chuuya nodded and walked up the rest of the stairs.

As soon as the bathroom door was closed and locked, Chuuya stepped in front of the mirror. He lightly touched the dark circles under his eyes and sighed. Stripping himself of his many layers, he prepared the shower to an almost scalding heat that any sane person wouldn’t dare go near.

Letting the water rain down on him, he dove back into his thoughts.

‘I can’t possibly know what he wants. What if he doesn’t want more out of our relationship? We already live together, maybe that’s where he draws the line. Oh god what if he’s cheating on me. Maybe all those late nights at work are cover up stories for cheating and that’s why he doesn’t want anything else. Oh god I-’

His thoughts abruptly ended when he heard a knock at the door. “Chuuya are you okay? You’ve been in there a while, you’re gonna overheat.”

“Uh y-yeah I’ll be out in a second.” Chuuya stuttered as he shut the shower off, stepped out, and dried himself with the towel sitting folded next to the sink. He walked past the fogged up mirror and stepped out of the bathroom and into their shared bedroom. Dazai was on the other side of the room unwrapping the copious amounts of bandages around his arms.

“Chuuya are you sure you’re okay? You didn’t finish your wine and you took a long shower. You only do that when you’ve got something really weighing on your mind.” Dazai looked at his petite boyfriend.

“I think I just need to take a few days off from work.” Chuuya lied once more as he slipped into his pajamas and climbed into their bed. “I’m gonna talk to Mori tomorrow.”

“You’re sure that’s all?”

“Yes, I promise. Good night Dazai.”

“Remember you can always come to me if you have any problems. Goodnight Chuuya, I love you.” Dazai leaned down and kissed the wet, soft red hair. Chuuya smiled a little bit.

“I love you too.”

“Come in.” Mori’s voice sounded through the wood doors. Chuuya stepped inside and closed the door softly behind him. “Ah Chuuya, what can I do for you?” Mori folded his hands on his desk and leaned his weight onto his elbows.

“Mori you know I hate doing this, but I think I need a few days off.” Chuuya asked as he stood straight with his hands behind his back.

“Oh that’s not a problem, Chuuya. You do a lot for this organization, I think you deserve a few days to yourself. Plus we can’t have you screwing up any important work due to exhaustion or distractions.” Mori smiled a bit. “How many days would you like to take?”

“I think three would be best.” Chuuya replied.

“You can have four. Finish your assignments today and then your time off begins.” Mori explained before picking up the paperwork on his desk.

“Thank you, Mori.” Chuuya bowed slightly as he turned and walked out of the large office. Once the door closed behind him, he sighed and made his way to the elevator.

“Dazai, I’m home. Are you here?” Chuuya called out as he hung his hat and coat next to the door. He noticed the familiar brown coat hanging on the hook. “Hey, shitty bastard, where are you hiding?”

“I’m in here Chuuya~” Dazai called from another room. Chuuya followed the voice and found himself in the kitchen. He stood in the opening to see Dazai covered in flour and sugar. “I wanted to help you feel better so I made you some cookies.” Dazai smiled. Chuuya chuckled lightly.

“Dazai, you’re a mess. Did any of the ingredients even make it into the mixing bowl?” Chuuya joked as he stepped closer to see the soft cookies on the tray. He couldn’t help but notice that the cookies looked delicious.

“Surprisingly yes, and they’re you’re favorite.” Dazai swiped a bit of the flour on his clothes onto his finger and tapped Chuuya’s nose, leaving a tiny dot of white powder. Chuuya frantically wiped it away before grabbing a cookie and taking a bite. They we’re still warm, and baked perfectly to where they were that perfect soft and chewyness.

“These are perfect Dazai,” Chuuya smiled and gave his boyfriend a chaste kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.” Dazai smiled to Chuuya as he wiped his hands on a towel.

“Did you talk to Mori about that time off?”

“Oh yeah, he gave me the next four days off. I only asked for three but he gave me four.” Chuuya shrugged. “I’m thinking I’ll just spend some time here at the house and probably visit Kouyou.”

“Alright well take care of yourself okay? I’ve gotta work the next two days but I don’t think I have any more late nights. So how about a date night one of these nights?” Chuuya smiled a bit.

“I’d like that.” He replied.

“I’ll let you know about plans.” Dazai smiled and stepped towards the staircase. “Alright I’m gonna go shower and clean myself up a little. I think flour got under my bandages somehow~”

“Only an idiot like you could manage that.” Chuuya chuckled a bit as Dazai walked away from his, leaving Chuuya alone with the warm cookies.

“Thanks for meeting with me nee-san. This has been eating at me for a while and I don’t know what to do anymore.” Chuuya said in a quiet tone as he held the warm mug with fresh tea inside.

“Of course Chuuya,” Kouyou answered as she sat in the seat across from the redhead and placed her own mug in front of her. “What’s on your mind?” Chuuya sighed.

“I-I’m afraid that Dazai doesn’t want any bigger commitment out of our relationship.” He stuttered as he looked down at his reflection in the tea.

“As in marriage?”

“Well yeah. We already live together, we have for about 3 years now and we’ve been a couple for 5 years. I’m afraid that he’s falling out of love with me. And all these late work nights that he does, what if he’s cheating on me?” Chuuya ranted as he looked into Kouyou’s eyes, his own slightly glassing up.

“Chuuya, darling, I’ve seen how you and Dazai are with each other. If that boy somehow fell out of love with you, then whoever captured him has to be some kind of god.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better.”

“What I’m saying is, I think your worries are nothing to pay attention to. Yes Dazai can be an idiot sometimes but I don’t think he’s dumb enough to let you slip through his fingers.” She placed a supporting hand on Chuuya’s forearm. “Don’t worry about this, okay?”

“I’ll try not to. Thank you, Nee-san.” Chuuya smiled.

“Of course darling anytime.” She gave the redhead a soft and supportive smile.

Chuuya sat in the dark mahogany arm chair, reading one of his favorite books and clutching a glass of wine. He felt all his worries fade away as his shoulders relaxed. As he turned the page, his attention was diverted to the sound of the front door opening.

“Hey Dazai.” Chuuya greeted as he looked back down to his book and took a sip of wine. The brunet moved wordlessly over to the redhead before giving him a quick kiss on the top of his head. “Dazai what was that for?” Chuuya questioned with a smile tugging at his lips.

“I missed you today.” Dazai replied as he fumbled with something in his pockets. Chuuya’s eyes diverted to his hands.

“What are you doing? What’s in your pocket?”

“Nothing.” Dazai lied with a flat face that would’ve been impossible to read if Chuuya hadn’t known Dazai for most of his life.

“Don’t lie to me you never put your hands in your pants pockets.” Chuuya crossed him arms and raised an eyebrow. “So what’s in your pockets?” Dazai sighed.

“Chuuya there’s nothing in my pockets, I promise.” Dazai smiled and raised his empty hands. “I just came by to get something Kunikida wanted me to fill out. I’ll be off work at 7, meet me at the fountain in the park?” Chuuya sighed.

“Sure.” Chuuya sat back down in his chair and resumed what he was doing prior to the conversation. “See you later.”

“Bye Chuuya~!” Dazai’s bubbly voice sang before the door closed behind him.

Chuuya sighed as he grabbed a coat from the closet. It was a hip length black coat with a wool interior that was gifted to him by Dazai since he didn’t have any warm coats, that weren’t ankle length, for the winter. He grabbed his hat and began walking down the stairs to the front door. He grabbed his hat with a slight smile before locking up the house and beginning the walk to the park.

Chuuya took the walk as a time to think about why the hell Dazai wanted to meet him in the park. The fresh air was incredibly relaxing, and before he even realized it, he arrived at the empty park and found Dazai sitting on the edge of the fountain. The same exact spot where they went on their first date. The stunning brown orbs looked in Chuuya’s direction before widening with excitement. Chuuya couldn’t help but smile slightly at his boyfriend’s enthusiasm.

“Well hello my little redhead.” Dazai stood in front of Chuuya and smiled down at the other.

“What’s all this about Dazai? We haven’t been to this park in years.”

“Do you remember our first date Chuuya?” Dazai asked as he rested his hands on Chuuya’s hips. Chuuya responded by wrapping his arms around Dazai’s neck.

“Of course. We were sitting right in front of that statue. We sat there for hours just eating little foods that we picked up along the street. And finally, after we finished our food, you leaned over and kissed me.” Chuuya reminisced happily. “That was such an amazing night.”

“Yeah it really was. It was the night I realized that I was in love with you.” Dazai took a deep breath. “Chuuya, I brought you to this park because I wanted to do something, and I’ve wanted to do this for a while. You are the love of my life and I wake up everyday being so thankful that I have you in my life. And I want to keep it that way.” Dazai released his hold on Chuuya to reach into his coat pocket. Realization of what’s happening began to hit Chuuya.

“Dazai-” was all Chuuya could manage. He covered his mouth with his hand and released a small sob. He watched every single one of Dazai’s movements as he dropped his hands from Chuuya’s hips and reached into his pocket. Dazai took a small breath before getting down on one knee.

“Chuuya, will you marry me?” Dazai opened the small velvet box to reveal a simple silver band with small, flat, circular jewels going all the way around. Chuuya stood at a loss for a few seconds before nodded quickly. Dazai’s smile grew to reach his ears as he slipped the ring onto Chuuya’s finger before embracing the little redhead. Chuuya wrapped his arms around Dazai’s neck and buried his face into the crook of Dazai’s neck.

Chuuya pulled his face away from Dazai’s neck and looked up into his eyes. Chuuya smiled slightly as the space between them closed slowly, until it was completely gone and their lips were locked. It was a slow kiss but it was filled with emotion. Love, passion, happiness, Chuuya could feel it all. But most of all, he could feel his own smile glued to his lips.

And he could feel Dazai’s too.

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is the request open? if yes, may i have headcanons for fem!Dazai,fem!Atsushi,fem!Ranpo,and fem!Chuuya?

(They’re going to be ladies all throughout; i.e. not male Atsushi and female Dazai interacting, but both female Atsushi and female Dazai)

Dazai Osamu

Dazai is the most annoying person you will ever have the displeasure of following on social media. Any page made by her, ever, is just a solid wall of memes, the occasional selfie (all of which showcase her newest fabulous suicide attempt; there’s at least two of her, fully clothed, in a bathtub, a toaster dangling above the water), and candid shots of unsuspecting ADA members. These are always accompanied by an astonishingly demoralizing caption and at least four crying-laugh emojis. Dazai also shares the dumbest ‘justgirlythings’ posts she can find and pretends to get personally offended when people question them.

Whether she actually likes them, or is just wearing them as a joke, Dazai has a museum-worthy collection of pants with print on the ass. Her favorite is the ‘are you nasty’ booty shorts and she always tries to wear them on Casual Friday. (Naturally, Fukuzawa puts a stop to her less-than-work-appropriate clothing as soon as possible. Dazai’s bitter, Kunikida’s relieved that there’s at least some semblance of law and order in the ADA, and Atsushi… well. She’s just baffled about who even makes something like that.)

Dazai makes a lot of dick jokes despite not actually having a penis. Everyone’s heard her tasteless “Not now, boner” quip a minimum of three times, and she especially likes to expose Kunikida to this humor because of how flustered he gets. Dazai also chants a lot of male-geared songs (think ‘Dick in a Box’). For someone who doesn’t have a penis, she brags about it quite often.

Dazai often says ‘I woke up like this’ when complimented. She does not, in fact, ever wake up like that. Although it doesn’t take much personal effort or grooming for Dazai to look like a goddess, she still needs to put in some work to be flawless. Her whole morning routine takes a little more than half an hour, but she swears up and down she simply rolls out of bed looking perfect.

Dazai’s the girl that observes no personal space whatsoever when it comes to other ladies. Unless she specifically doesn’t like someone, she’s usually standing mere inches away, using their shoulder as an armrest, slouching against them while she’s sitting. These gestures aren’t overtly flirtatious, but Dazai’s just open enough with other girls to get them wondering. Does she swing that way? She’s never expressly said, but her nails are usually pretty short…

If you’re going clubbing, Dazai is the lady you need to go with. Not is she completely immune to getting white-girl wasted (although she’s a bit rowdier, Dazai is, all in all, a relatively composed drunk), she can swing free drinks for every single girl at the bar with her. Plus, she’s got a near enycolpediac knowledge of date-rape drugs, and she’s prepared to absolutely wreck any guy that tries something funny.

Dazai is the master of starting drama and does so often. She doesn’t mind being in the center, but her favorite place is along the sidelines where she can observe everything. Dazai sets up a juicy situation, waits for the victims to get into it, and sits back with a bucket of popcorn.

Whenever someone she’s not interested in asks for her number, she writes down Kunikida’s. Unless they’re really being a grade-A asshole about it. Then she’ll give them Chuuya’s number.

Nakajima Atsushi

By all appearances, Atsushi’s quite the stereotypical hipster. There’s not much in her closet other than baggy sweaters and pastel colors, and her interior decoration isn’t much different. There’s a few cacti scattered around on windowsills, along with things she bought just because they looked cute. Atsushi’s got an expansive collection of plushies and puffy stickers. Despite all of this, she’s a bit confused if someone accuses her of being a hipster; Atsushi’s practically blind to the physical evidence, and besides, she doesn’t act like one. She’s not near pretentious enough.

Atsushi’s quite self-conscious about her body, especially her chest. If a girl’s got large breasts, Atsushi’s going to notice; even if she tries to concentrate fully on a conversation, her eyes will naturally wander, focusing on what she wishes she had. Despite this, she considers push-up bras a bit too brazen of a solution; she bought one once, on a whim, and it’s remained stuffed in a drawer ever since.

Atsushi can always be counted on to spare a tampon. You’ll need to say flat-out if you need one, because all of the seemingly obvious hinting does nothing to lead her to the right conclusion. She’ll blush a bit, stutter a few embarrassed ‘oh’s (especially if you’ve been trying to get her to pick up your subtle hints for awhile) and dig into her purse for an extra. Even if the stowed-away package is her last one, and she’s on her period herself, Atsushi still gives it to you.

It’s an accident, but Atsushi ends up personifying anything and everything basic sometimes. She’s completely unaware that knockoff Uggs, cinnamon-spice lattes, and anything from the gluten-free menu is seen in a negative light. If Dazai’s not there to poke fun at her, Atsushi indulges in all of the classic white-girl luxuries, none the wiser as to her hipster tendencies.

Atsushi loves playing with hair. She’s a bit rubbish at styling her own, but if there’s someone else around that gives the go-ahead, her fingers are instantly going to be trailing their scalp. Typically, Atsushi sticks with simple things like braids or head massages, but if she’s got plenty of extra time and bobby pins, she’ll try twisting their hair into something more complicated. Even though it always ends up gorgeous, Atsushi always undoes it after she’s done, unless her subject specifically orders her to leave it alone.

Edogawa Ranpo

Most forms of grace or manners are entirely lost on Ranpo. It’s not like she goes out of her way to be rude, and she’ll contain many gross breaches of conduct, like burps or blowing her nose in front of others. Posture, though, is a lost cause. Ranpo’s always caught slouching, arms crossed behind her head and feet propped up, legs spread far, on whatever surface is closest. Whenever someone suggests she cross her legs, she just pouts. Sometimes, the only way to escape a glance of Ranpo’s thighs, or even underwear, depending on how high her feet are propped, is to simply not look.

Ranpo’s either dressed in a skirt and tights or sweatpants. There’s no in between. The fashion aspect has little to do with it, although she does like how cute she looks sporting a flirty skirt. Usually, she just throws on whatever’s clean.

Ranpo’s shaved probably twice in her entire life. It’s not that she’s against the act; in fact, she loves that her legs are so soft and smooth without hair. Despite this, she simply can’t be bothered to put in the effort. Shaving takes forever, after all, and she could be doing much better things (eating candy or solving murders. Either works) with her time. Of course, the longer she puts the razor off, the thicker her leg-hair jungle gets, and the more time-consuming cutting back the growth gets. It’s a vicious cycle. If the hair gets too bad, Ranpo whines at one of her ADA coworkers to bring her to a salon so that she can get her legs waxed. (Usually, it’s a lady, but once Yosano was completely occupied and Dazai and Atsushi were working a case together, so the burden fell to Kunikida. Needless to say, not his favorite day on the job.)

Whenever someone’s trying to flirt with Ranpo, she’s completely oblivious. Someone buys her morning coffee for her? Well, it’s just because she’s the greatest detective, and they’re showing their appreciation. Someone subtly slips her their number? They probably have a case that needs solving, and they’re trying to let her know to reach them, if she has some spare time.

As opposed to Dazai, Ranpo does actually ‘wake up like this’. She can roll out of bed looking ready for the runway, fuzzy pajama pants and all. About the only thing Ranpo does to keep up appearances is brush her teeth; the rest just sort of falls into place. Nobody can rock the cute, messy look like Ranpo can.

None of Ranpo’s pants have pockets in them. She’s always fooled by the fake-opening trick, and in the rare occasions that she does any shopping, she always forgets to check to make sure there’s actually a pocket underneath the lining. Of course, she never holds on to receipts; even if she did, she’s too lazy to return anything. Whenever she’s wearing a pair of the pocket-less pants she refuses to shut up about it. Everyone is going to hear about how shitty her sans-pocket pants are.

Nakahara Chuuya

Chuuya considers herself a femme fatale, and judging by first appearances, you’d probably think so, too. She’s a sex bomb and she’s entirely aware of it. Chuuya doesn’t walk, she struts: chin up, back straight, eyes steely. The confidence simply radiates. Despite her self-assurance, she’s still a dork. You’d never know unless you hung out with her, though, and she doesn’t even fully realize it herself.

She keeps it light and classy, but Chuuya’s a makeup goddess. After one too many times of a young Chuuya breaking into Kouyou’s lipstick and absolutely covering everything in red stains, the woman taught her young maquillage enthusiast how to properly apply it. Since then, Chuuya’s tackled a little bit of everything; she’s got a firm handle on everything from contouring to false eyelashes, though she prefers only scant makeup for the day-to-day. Like Kouyou, she’s drawn to red lipstick, and isn’t caught dead without winged eyeliner on.

Chuuya is the rare breed of lady that can sprint with high heels on. She doesn’t usually wear heels; she’s practical, after all, and stilettos aren’t necessary on missions. When she wants to show off, though, she’ll pop on a pair of pumps and flaunt her parkour skills.

Chuuya’s wardrobe radiates class, and her ‘casual’ wear is nothing short of acceptable for a five-star restaurant. There’s barely any pants to be seen in her closet; it’s all dresses. She’s got a personal tailor, and he’s wary to sew anything else for fear that she’ll scoff because it simply isn’t classy enough.

Chuuya has entire drawers brimming with sexy lingerie. Most of it is lace, although there’s leather here-and-there for when she’s looking for something out of the ordinary. Despite the veritable underwear museum, she’s not usually wearing something sexy under her clothes. More often than not, she’s got standard cotton panties on, and mismatches bras and underwear a lot more often than you’d expect. Chuuya only breaks out the naughty wear if she’s in a very particular mood.

Ever the romantic, Chuuya often daydreams about her dream partner sweeping her off her feet and whisking her to paradise. Despite that desire, she’d probably slice anyone who tried seducing her. Anyone who wants a chance with Chuuya will have to simply drop hints as to their intent and let her come to them.

#Bungou Stray Dogs #Bungou Stray Dogs Imagines #Dazai #Chuuya #Ranpo #Atsushi #Nakahara Chuuya #Nakajima Atsushi #Edogawa Ranpo #Dazai Osamu #BSD Imagines

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