#bungou stray dogs angst

[osachiyo]

"i'm so sick and tired of you always downplaying everything!"

"i fucking hate you right now, dazai"

the sentences ran through dazai's mind repeatedly, a painfully numb feeling he hasn't felt in a while blossomed in his chest. he almost didn't notice the deafening sound of glass shattering ringing through his apartment, shards of glass breaking through the bandaged skin of his hand.

he couldn't bring himself to care about the blood dripping on the carpet from between his digits — he felt so empty, so damn guilty ever since you slammed the front door shut without saying a word to him. were you really going to leave him?

the thought alone made dazai clench his hands into fists, nails digging into his palms, resulting in more blood spilling out of the gashes in his right hand, knuckles turning white from the pressure.

a pang of.. something he couldn't distinguish hit his chest once he remembered your tear stricken face — eyes red from frustration and hurt.

you were for sure leaving him.

youwereleavinghimyouwereleavinghimyouwereleavinghimyouwereleavinghimyouwereleavinghimyouwereleavinghimyouwereleavinghimyouwereleavinghimyouwereleavinghim —

his eyes widened when he heard the front door click open — "hey.. i'm ba —!"

you gasped once you saw dazai standing in middle of your living room, blood and broken glass staining the once pristine carpet. "osamu what the fu—" you were enveloped in a warm embrace before you could even finish your sentence — "please, fuck — don't leave."

your boyfriend's voice was uncharacteristically shaky, as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as if it was his oxygen.

"babe i.. i just went to get some ice-cream to cool us both off," you lifted the bag of ice-cream in your hands, showing it to dazai. he blinked once, twice, before his shoulders slumped in relief — "oh thank god."

"thought you were leaving for real," he breathed, kissing your cheek gently.

"listen, dazai. i would never leave you like that — i love you, for god's sake!" you reassured him, wrapping your arms around his neck after setting the bag aside. "..even though you were being an ass.."

"i'm so sorry, baby — shit, i promise i'll do better," dazai pleaded, smoothing out the slight furrow between your brows, "say what — i'll take the day off tomorrow so we can go on a date, 'kay? wherever you want."

"hmmm.. i'll think about forgiving you. but first, let's get you patched up. how'd you even get yourself hurt like this?!"

that's how it always was with dazai — one moment he'd have you fuming and crying tears of frustration, but then he'd have you peppering his face in kisses as you two exchanged sweet words. you knew your relationship wasn't the healthiest — but you wouldn't change it for the world.

note. i'm so bad at writing angst, sorry if this sucked 😭

#𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒... ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs fluff #bungou stray dogs x reader fluff #dazai x reader fluff #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd angst #bsd x reader angst #bungou stray dogs angst #bungou stray dogs x reader angst #bungo stray dogs x reader angst #bungo stray dogs angst #dazai x reader #dazai angst #dazai x reader angst #dazai osamu x reader #dazai.osamu #dazai osamu angst #dazai fluff

[awoogayanderes]

BSD MEN WITH THEIR TOXIC TRAITS

➪ characters : osamu dazai, chuuya nakahara, ryūnosuke akutagawa, fyodor dostoevsky, sigma, saigiku jouno

➪ other notes : i love writing silly angst with silly characters from my favorite silly anime / manga <3 non-edited

osamu dazai :

running away at any conflict with you

- whilst dazai has a lot of toxic traits and red flags, this issue is the biggest one by far

- running away is all dazai has left when it comes to arguing with you

- you’re someone he can’t lose, so instead he pushes everything under the rug, expecting it to go away

- you don’t dare mention his habit, but this fighting and forgetting habit has your hands tied together, not knowing what to do

- one minute you’re at each other’s throats, the next minute he’s gone, with uncomfortable silence choking you

- when you wake up, he’s hugging you tightly in the middle of his sleep as if your previous night’s encounter never existed

- he brings small bouquets of flowers to you when he comes back, wilting away once you get up and put them in a vase

- it’s almost a routine at this point, you fight, he leaves, you go to sleep angry, he comes back with flowers and lies next to you

- a relationship is staying with each other when things get difficult at times, but what happens when they leave you and come back into your arms with no other words said ?

chuuya nakahara :

over possessiveness and accusing of cheating

- this all roots from his previous betrayals where he thinks he’s found a family, only for it to be gone in a split second

- he’s a darling partner except that he can’t seem to trust you as much as he tries to

- ‘it’s just for precaution’ he says when he sends his men to be with you when you go out, it makes you feel weird having someone by you at all times

- if he ever gets the feeling that you’re being too friendly with a random waiter it always ends up with him accusing you of cheating on him

- you beg him to believe you when you say that you aren’t like the people he had in his life before, that you wouldn’t leave him

- he wants to trust you but when someone gets too close to you, it’s almost like a primal instinct to get you away from them

- he spoils you to no end but nothing materialistic compares to being alone without someone breathing down your neck

- it’s overwhelming not having time to yourself, always being surrounded by someone because they’re afraid to lose you

- you love him like a human so why does he love you like a trophy in fear of betrayal ?

ryūnosuke akutagawa :

lashing out at you for caring

- what else were you expecting when you started dating someone with so much trauma that he can only express with anger

- he doesn’t mean to lash out at you for no reason, he wants to make it work but instead of improving, his attitude continues to grow

- he doesn’t like you “nagging” at him to take better care of himself

- you know that there’s a big brick wall that stops you from reaching his heart but at what point is too much, too much

- when you nod at him after he screams at you, it almost angers him more because he thinks you aren’t listening even though you are, not wanting to argue back and cause more chaos

- there’s times where he makes up for his behavior, sometimes he picks a random flower from grass and gives it to you

- he doesn’t know why he gets so angry that you care for his wellbeing, isn’t that what couples normally do for each other

- it’s saddening seeing the own man you let into your life berate you for no reason

- it’s so hard to love someone who just seems to loathe you so much even with his small actions of caring

fyodor dostoyevsky :

seeing himself as your superior and seeing you as a pawn in his own game

- another man with a shitload of red flags and toxic traits, this one rising above them all

- he cares about you, he does ! but not in the way you’d like, he cares about you like how humans care about their pets

- sure he’d give you the world if he could, but he’d also give you up for his ideal world if it ever came down to that

- a relationship is a balance where each partner sees the other one as an equal, yeah not with fyodor it’s not

- you’ve proven your worth to him so many times for him to see you as the same as his level, instead it just makes you seem as a pawn under his control

- despite this, there are times where it almost seems that he cares about you like a person should, when you’re hanging onto his arm walking in a park humming quietly

- he indulges in your needs every so often, not before bringing you right back down to your place beneath him

- not even death would allow you to escape this cycle of rising and being kicked down

- why does he expect you to see him as the righteous hand of god when he sees you as a mere pawn ready to be sacrificed

sigma :

unintentionally guilt tripping you every time you get frustrated at him

- he’s been used so many times, his naivety is something he hates to the core, all he wants is someone to settle down with, a family

- he’s another sweetheart partner when you can push past the teary eyes and begging for you to not be mad at him and to not leave him

- his biggest fear is losing you, someone who doesn’t use him, he’d rather abandon his casino than end his relationship with you

- whilst he doesn’t realize, you notice his wording when he begs you to stay, often saying that he’s nothing without you, that he’d rather die than be without you

- maybe it’s heartwarming for the first few times but once it becomes a cycle you start to truly wonder if he’d actually go crazy without you or if it was all bluff

- even then, you can’t deny him when he guilts you into staying, he doesn’t know any better

- if you ever mention this to him, he’ll burst into tears, thinking you were breaking up with him, it takes hours trying to convince that you were here to stay

- it’s a repeating cycle he doesn’t notice and you can’t break for the sake of both of you

- love is a powerful thing, powerful enough to guilt you into staying with a man who loves you a bit too much

saigiku jouno :

putting his work above you at all costs

- he swore to protect those that need him, he’s not going to break that just for you

- you knew what you were getting into when you started dating the hunting dog, yet sadness can’t help but fill you when he misses important events with you

- after all you’ve been through with him, and not a single happy birthday text, not a single note for your anniversary, nothing

- he knows when you’re upset with him even if he can’t see your face, he can feel you rejecting his touch, and that’s when he reminds you of what he swore and what you agreed to

- it doesn’t help when he has his snarky attitude and almost mocking voice explaining to you why he can’t just walk out of a meeting

- despite this, he does love you, otherwise he wouldn’t waste his time on you, he loves that you still stick with him no matter what

- you really don’t ask for much, you understand his work and what he has to do, but he still thinks you make a big deal out of nothing

- as hypocritical as it sounds, he always expects you to be there for him even if he’s not

- you knew you were never going to be his first priority but it hurts so much more when he makes sure you know

#written by terra #sincerely terra #engraved with bitterness #bsd #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd manga #bsd manga spoilers #bungou stray dogs angst #osamu dazai x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x reader #ryūnosuke akutagawa x reader #akutagawa x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #fyodor x reader #bsd sigma #bsd sigma x reader #sigma x reader #saigiku jouno x reader #jouno x reader

[nixnephili]

"You must be the little monster."

The Fyo!Atsushi A.U. is going through an expansion.

More characters will receive large pieces, and We'll look at a lot more of Atsushi's experience with the D.oA. through diary entries.

-Nix🌙

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[theprettywriter]

His lovely love : Osamu Dazai

Dazai loves you a lot. He loves you so much but he never expected the possibility of you getting hurt in any way. Because he will always stand between you and the harm. But he realised that you could get hurt when he wasn't around. And safe to say that the sight of you injured was his least favorite one.

Warnings : fluff, a little angst, minor injury

Author's pov

It was another peaceful day for you and another lazy day at work for dazai. The day started like usual. You waking up from your alarm, wrapped up in dazai's arms, your back pressed against his chest while he slept with his face buried in your hair and his arms wrapped around your waist tightly. You had turned around in his arms and buried your face in his chest to ignore the reality for a few more minutes and stay in the arms of your lover who hummed raspily and held you tighter.

Sleep was like a guest for dazai which only came once in a while. But there were times like these when he'd fall asleep so quickly, in your warmth and gentle touch that seemed to lull him into a sweet slumber. It was times like this when he felt safe and loved. And seeing your face the first thing in the morning after walking up was the highlight of his day.

A small part of him whispered to him that the day started a little too perfect. When the night before you had drifted off to sleep in his arms, he had watched you for a while with eyes containing softness only for you. In the morning when he woke up to find you softly tracing mindless patterns on his bandaged chest, he let out a small sigh of relief. Relief of what exactly? He didn't quite know. Maybe the relief of waking up next to you. Or maybe the relief of you walking in his life like a light to his darkness.

When you quietly whispered for him to wake up, or he'd get late to work, he only mumbled something In response before pulling you back in his arms. And when he woke up half an hour later by the smell of food, he didn't bother to wear a shirt and walked out of his room in some sweatpants. When he found you in his small kitchen wearing just his shirt that was a little too big on you, that small part of him whispered again that the day was too perfect. But he decided to ignore it when you turned around and looked at him with the smile that brightened his whole life. He ignored it when you skipped towards him and stood on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. But even when you were on your tiptoes he still had to lean his head down a little for you to shower him with morning affection.

The same part whispered again that his life seemed too good to be true when you walked with him towards the door to give him a goodbye kiss before he went to work. When he turned around after wearing his shoes, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down a little to give him a soft kiss. His own arms wrapped around your waist and a small sigh left him as he kissed you back with the softness which was for your eyes only.

He decided to ignore that irritating whisper again as he watched you waving at him with a soft smile, telling him to be safe and come back home soon.

Home.

He never realized when his small dorm became his home. Maybe it became home after you came in his life. Maybe you made it a home with your small plants and colourful curtains and pillows and many photo frames containing pictures of you and him and you both with the agency members. But most of all, you turned his lifeless dorm into a home with your love.

It was another lazy day at work for dazai. Today kunikida had forced him to go on a case with Ranpo. It's not like it made much of a difference though. Because of course Ranpo San cracked the case in less than 10 seconds. The only part where he was needed was to nullify the culprit's ability with his own. So for most of the time he absentmindedly looked at the sky, wondering what you might be doing. Maybe you were curled up on the arm chair that he bought for you to read your little fantasy books comfortably. Or maybe you were tinkering around the kitchen for some sweets. He smiled softly when an image of you caught red handed with a mouth full of chocolates at 2 in the morning came to his mind.

He has lost counts of how many times he's caught you in the kitchen in the middle of the night when you thought that he was asleep and sneaked out of bed for some goodies. But you sometimes forget that even if he was in the deepest slumber, he'd still wake up in a second if he senses any movement around him. His mind was always sharp but it has become sharper since you moved in with him. He knows that you're safe with him but he can't help staying alert even in the rare times he falls asleep.

His trail of thoughts broke when his phone rang and he smiled looking at the caller ID "yes atsushi kun. If it's another case then tell kunikida kun that I'll be-" his words halted and his smile dropped when he processed atsushi's words "dazai san,can you come back to the agency? y/n San is hurt-" he didn't hear the rest of the sentence because he was already running towards the nearest taxi standing.

The only thing going in mind were the three words that he never wanted to hear

'y/n San is hurt'

His heart dropped as every worst possible scenario came in his mind. What happened? How did you get hurt? You were safe in his dorm. Nothing can happen to you as long as you're there. So what happened? Did someone break in? Did one of his enemies hurt you to get back at him? Did someone from the port mafia-

His eyes widened. Did mori took you to get him to join the mafia again? His jaw clenched as he felt a rush of fury inside him.

You jumped slightly when the door of yosano's clinic bursted open and your eyes widened when you saw dazai panting heavily. "Osamu? Are you okay? -" you didn't get a chance to finish your sentence because in a second dazai was by your side and you were in his arms. You could hear his heart pounding as he held you tightly, his body shaking as he pressed multiple kisses on your head mumbling "you're okay. Thank god you're okay"

You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his chest "I'm okay Samu. I'm completely fine. Calm down" you whisper squeezing him once. He didn't respond but a second later, pulled back and cupped your cheeks. His jaw tight and his voice hoarse "what happened? " he whispered, his eyes darkening when he saw your bandaged forehead and ankle "how did this happen?" he asked again, this time with a certain calmness in his voice.

You could still feel his hands shaking as you smiled sheepishly "i-i came here to surprise you but I had a little accident on the way" his eyes narrowed "what accident y/n?" ah yes. You know he's serious when he calls you by your name. You avoid his eyes and before you could speak, yosano's voice sounded in the room "seems like she was a little too excited to surprise you. Twisted her ankle and fell on the stairs head first. Atsushi found her bleeding and bought her here. Poor boy looked like he was the one who needed treatment with the way he was crying" she snickered as atsushi entered the room "it's not my fault. The first thing i see after coming to work is y/n San on the stairs with her head bleeding. Of course I'd panic" you could hear the pout in atsushi's voice which causes you to giggle slightly but your smile dropped when you noticed dazai looking at you with a blank face.

You cup his face softly whispering "I'm sorry I wasn't careful" he didn't reply, instead sighed and looked away for a second "you could've gotten seriously hurt" he mumbled holding your wrist and kissing the palm of your hand softly "but I didn't" you smile kissing his jaw "I'm fine. Just a little scratch " you look at him sheepishly when he looked down at your bandaged ankle before looking at you with narrowed eyes "doesn't look like a little scratch to me, love" you smiled at the nickname. At least he wasn't mad anymore. "I'm sorry I made your favorite food and wanted to surprise you at lunch but the elevator wasn't working so I took the stairs and I guess I didn't realize how fast I was running " you pout kissing his nose "forgive me please? I promise I'll be more careful from now on"

He kept looking at you for a moment before sighing and taking you in his arms "you better be" he mumbled kissing your forehead gently as to not hurt you. You nod before giggling softly "Samu?'' he hummed rubbing the back of your head "we're matching now" you laughed when he pulled back and looked at you questiongly for a moment before his eyes filled with recognition and he shook his head "you don't need to match with me on this, angel. I like seeing you without these" he murmured caressing your bandaged forehead gently. You huff Hugging him again "now stop being so serious with me. You're gonna have to carry me home today" finally his lips curved up in a smile "I'll carry you everywhere you have to go as long as you want me to. And no running up the stairs anymore" you nodded holding his hand "yes sir"

He chuckled kissing you softly "is this how you feel dealing with me everyday? " you smile against his lips "good thing you know now"

"not to interrupt you guys or anything but dazai? " your eyes widened and you pulled back immediately. God you had forgotten you were still at the agency. Dazai grinned at the redness on your cheeks and glanced at yosano "hmm?" "weren't you with ranpo San? Where is he? "

"......."

"Samu?"

"......i think I forgot him there"

"Samu! "

"what?! It's not my fault. I almost had a heart attack when atsushi told me you were hurt! "

"atsushi go and find Ranpo San immediately!" atsushi's eyes widened before he nodded rushing out of the door "y-yes kunikida San! "

Meanwhile,

"hey you fancy hat" chuuya moved his hat from his eyes and looked at the source of the voice with bored eyes "oh? You're that detective " chuuya mumbled raising an eyebrow "what do you want? " Ranpo pouted crossing his arms over his chest "help me go back to the agency. I can't find any taxi" "hah?! "

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[foranpo]

ੈ˚☆ their last good-bye.

fandom: bungou stray dogs.

characters: ranpo, dazai.

reader: gn!

genre: headcanons.

content: angst, major character death, mention of blood and suicide.

word count: ~600 each // ~1.2k total.

cole's note: i was gonna write for chuuya as well but 1. it's already huge for hcs and 2. i wasn't feeling the 3rd character so i left it as 2 characters and, who knows, maybe i'll post a 2nd part with chuuya and akutagawa <3

ੈ♡˳────── enjoy the reading <3 ──────

˚ʚ ranpo.

Not all of Ranpo's intelligence could predict your effect on him.

It started by being minutes. Just a few moments of his day when your absence was felt in the way his mind manufactured thoughts destined for you. Longing letters were whispered in the most solitary corners of Ranpo's mind, forcing him to create melancholy scenarios of never-gone moments, rehearsing over and over again soap operas of a nostalgia only remembered by the gods.

And, without noticing, minutes passed into hours. All the details that were dropped by you during the day, were picked up by Ranpo's astute mind like celestial dust left by the gods themselves; every detail of yours was noted with magic and hope in the heavy heart of Ranpo, the ink of the pen being of such tremendous kindness, adorned by the sun itself, that all the hours lost studying you seemed ephemeral, fast, too little.

So much space within Ranpo and all of it was taken up by you.

So… annoying. No. It wasn't just annoying. Ranpo would go as far as to say it was irritating to have so much of you inside him.

You flooded the essence of Ranpo. In a way, you, without realizing it, had consumed Ranpo's entire existence. The hours were few to decipher your mysteries, your whole essence appearing so great when inside Ranpo. You yourself were big inside Ranpo, squeezing his needs, stimulating his feelings, leaving no room for Ranpo himself to exist.

And when the hours passed into endless days of longing and yearning, Ranpo knew that the illness could not continue to spread any longer.

Because Ranpo didn't understand love, much less had he experienced it before you, and all the anxiety he felt away from you, all the curiosity that settled in him when you started talking, all the new stimuli and habits he gained, seemed to originate from a malevolent plague sent by the gods to distract him from his vocation as a detective.

And he couldn't let anything, or anyone, get in the way of him solving mysteries.

As such, it was without warning that Ranpo said goodbye to you. It just happened.

On a day like any other, where the sun was shining the same way, the birds were singing the same melody and the world was turning in the same direction, Ranpo said goodbye to you without gestures or words. Just negligence. A childish ignorance. An improper slight. All it took was for him to remain silent when he used to respond to your daily good mornings.

And, since then, as if by magic or the pleasure of the malevolent angels, the sun began to shine in gray tones, painting melancholy and nostalgia for each street he walked along, for each word spoken by him; the birds became sopranos of regrets, synchronizing Ranpo's loss and childishness in a symphony of disdain that has lasted to this day; and the world stopped turning, the clouds remaining static in the sky and overshadowing all the stars and hopes at night, the wind refusing to take with it Ranpo's sorrow for leaving you.

But Ranpo was now able to meet schedules and solve mysteries; Ranpo was now back to being the Ranpo he was before meeting you, without caring about the hours lost with you and thinking about you.

Ranpo was now himself, with no one else inside him —and all it took was for him to stop answering you to have the courage to say goodbye to you.

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˚ʚ dazai.

When the day came when Dazai had to say goodbye to you, he could only smile. Finally freedom.

With you in his arms, and a river of life flowing between you, all Dazai could do was smile. Everything went silent the moment he held you tight, the entire world suspending its magic so that all suffering was fixed at that moment, in that second, in that smile.

Dazai could only look at you; with a smile on his face and scarlet promises leaking from your lips, Dazai knew he would never forget that moment.

Small seconds changed the course of his life, without any warning or consideration, his whole existence was dyed of melancholy red of futures that were never going to happen —so why try to live them?

Now that he had you in his arms, knowing perfectly well that you would not let go of the agonizing scarlet that stained your clothes, Dazai finally felt free from the chains that bound him to this world. Now there were no excuses. No postponements. No errors. No you.

You... no longer existed.

The only color in this world, the only star that managed to survive the world's wickedness and the gods' warnings; you yourself no longer existed. Not when you had just been painted with the color of desolation.

So what pleasures did Dazai expect in this life, when the only heavenly soul had dissipated before him? Without any notice?

It was when the first tear toasted his smile that Dazai realized what happened.

You no longer existed. That red wasn't desolation, it was a farewell. A farewell that could not be retrieved, altered, or erased. That was real. The cascade of scarlet flowers was really a river of anguish and suffering —yours and Dazai's. It was a goodbye, not a see you later. It was permanent, not something momentary. And this time it wasn't caused by Dazai's boundless pranks; this time it was provoked by his carelessness and vanity. Although still causing all that pain, this time Dazai knew that no flowers or stuffed animals in this world could undo the harm he caused.

And Dazai's forehead met yours in a light, tremulous, hesitant encounter. Letting his tears wash away his own smile and spread your farewell over the rest of your face, Dazai just held you tight against him. Using all his strength, hoping you would wake up with the exaggeration of his love, hoping that all the red you dropped was just a joke to show him how much you suffered for dating that prankster.

But no reaction other than Dazai's came.

In that silent street, muffled by the city's movements, everything was silent, static, dark. And what once consumed Dazai, that freedom that was felt in the first seconds he held you and felt your essence being consumed by his fingertips, disappeared.

Now, only despair reigned in Dazai.

How could he even dream of freedom from this life, when he drowned you in the red river that consumed you? How could Dazai think of freeing himself from the anxieties and sufferings of this world, when he himself brought you eternal torment?

No. He could not achieve that freedom. Not when you went away with red words and scarlet gestures. Dazai was going to remain in this world. Letting your sudden departure dictate any and all suffering he came to feel, Dazai decided to stay —because, how could he dream of being with you if it was because of him that you said goodbye to this world?

ੈ♡˳───── feedback is appreciated <3 ─────

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[iovetecchou]

If I Can't Have You... ⧸ Jouno Saigiku

༞ Part 1.

༞ Contains...! angst, dark themes, detailed descriptions of anxiety and panic attacks, gaslighting, mind-breaking, slight!physical abuse, very toxic relationship, asshole!jouno, just absolute pain and suffering. use of pet names (darling, princess)

༞ GN Reader.

༞ 1,557 words.

Everything after that fateful encounter with Jouno was a blur. You have no idea how you even made it back to your shared apartment in one piece. His venom-laced words rang through your mind— over and over again.

You were in shock. This whole time you were nothing but an “Easy fuck.” to Jouno. The man you loved more than yourself. The man who took over your every thought, every action, every semblance of happiness.

You gave everything up for him, and for what? All you could focus on was the ringing of your heartbeat in your ears. Your fingertips going numb from all the anxiety coursing through your body.

“Ah… it’s six already? I need to start making dinner.”

You thought out loud. Your body moving on its own, as though you weren’t controlling your actions. Even now, Jouno held the strings. Present or not… he owned you.

Your brain couldn’t possibly comprehend that this was your reality. All that echoed in your mind was,

“If you so much as think of leaving me… I will know, and I will kill you.”

You knew you were screwed. Even if you began packing your things now, leaving and never looking back. Jouno would find you; and kill you. As promised.

Your mind played out constant scenarios of how you could escape and run away without a trace. But it was futile; Jouno would use everything in his arsenal to hunt you down.

Tears blinded your vision as you continued to prepare supper. Your shaky hands placing two plates atop the dining room table; an act that once brought a smile to your face now tainted.

Meals always brought you two together. You always valued those times spent with Jouno. Laughing over stories about his ‘idiotic’ colleagues from the day as his lips curled up into a soft smile. Complimenting you on your meal, telling you, “No one could compare.”

So all of that was a show? Just an act he maintained to keep you complacent? Did all of your cherished moments truly mean nothing?

The door swung open just as you finished up. Causing fear to course through your entire being. You froze as Jouno's words rang through your shared apartment.

“Princess, I’m home! I knew that divine smell from the hallway was coming from our place. Nothing compares to your cooking, darling.”

You physically could not speak. The words were trapped in your throat as you turned to face Jouno. He was smiling sweetly your way, walking over toward the table and taking his seat.

“Well? Aren’t you going to give me a kiss hello? I did just get home from a hard day of work, you know.”

Why was he acting as though nothing was wrong? You were more than certain that everything that went down today was real… right?

“O-Oh… right, I’m sorry.”

You managed to squeak out. Shaky legs made their way toward an awaiting Jouno. You placed your clammy hand atop the table for support. Leaning in closely toward him, even though every fiber of your being was screaming at you to pull away.

The second your lips captured his, you felt sick. No longer did his embrace feel safe; quite the opposite. Jouno smirked within the kiss at your physical reaction. Your heart was beating a mile a minute, your body trembling in place.

You pulled back as fast as you could. Noticing the lipstick stains on Jouno's collar as you stood upright. You felt nauseous, your stomach turning in knots from the sight alone.

"What's wrong, princess? You seem shaken up."

Jouno quirked a brow, reaching a hand out to soothe your hip. You took a quick step back, dodging his embrace completely. Jouno looked stunned for a split second before his expression twisted into something sinister.

His lips were curved into a nasty frown, eyebrows knitted where they lay. Jouno's whole expression became shaded, and his body became tense too. Your eyes widened as you watched his hands ball into fists from where they rested beside him.

"Oh… so there is a problem then, hm?"

His voice was razor sharp, not even a trace of Jouno's usual witty tone could be found. All you could do was shake your head in disagreement as you took a few more steps backward. Startling yourself as the cold countertop grazed your lower back.

Jouno rose to his feet slowly, making his way to stand before you. He towered over you, his hand grasped your chin firmly. Tugging your face up toward his own before he spoke up once more. "What… did you go mute? Use your fucking words."

"Yes..?"

His fingers dug into your cheeks as he forcefully shook your head in agreement. Pulling a small yelp from your lips.

Jouno smirked at your painful cry, making your heart ache even further. You scored your bottom lip with your teeth, not letting him get that gratification off your pain again today.

"Or no..?"

His grip got even harsher as he shook your head in disagreement this time. A shit-eating grin etched into his features, immensely enjoying the way you shook in his grasp.

To say you were fed up at this point was an understatement. Your fear subsided for a moment, being replaced by rage. You brought your hands up to grasp Jouno's hand. Yanking his digits away from your face and pushing him backward with everything you had in you.

"Of course— yes! There's a fucking problem. Why are you acting like nothing happened today? I walked in on you practically fucking another person— and you told me if I try to leave, you'll kill me. So of course there's a fucking problem, darling."

Jouno's smirk only grew wider at your words. His maniacal laughter filled the room, fueling your irritation even further.

"What? What's so fucking funny, Sai? Hm..? Tell me, was all of this— our whole relationship just a cruel joke to you? I gave up everything for you, everything. My family, friends— hell, I gave my whole life for you! And all you can do is fucking laugh in my face?"

His laughter only picked up the more you spoke. His hands grasped the edge of the dining table as he leaned back for support. Throwing his head back, reveling in his own amusement.

You couldn't think clearly. Your whole world was turned upside down in less than twenty-four hours. The person you loved more than anything was now nothing more than a stranger to you. But the worst part of it all; was that you still loved him— at least, a specific version of him. The one he showed to you, and you alone.

You reached out to him, balling the front of his uniform in your fists. You shook Jouno with all your might. Tears of frustration rolled down your cheeks as you cried out,

"Stop laughing— stop fucking laughing! I hate you, I fucking hate you…"

"No… you don't, princess. And we both know it. I bet the day I asked you to be mine was the greatest day of your life, hm? But to me… it was just another Friday. It meant nothing to me— you mean nothing to me. Accept that this is your life now, Y/N."

His words rattled through your whole being. Cutting you up from the inside out. Jouno was right… that was the happiest day of your life.

Was it so wrong of you to assume he felt the same way? That your relationship, the time you spent together, held any comprehensible significance to him?

You were too exhausted to fight with him further. Too shocked to even process that this was your life now. In that moment of realization, you didn't feel anything anymore. The tears still flowed freely, blurring your vision; but you couldn't care less.

"Accept that this is your life now, Y/N."

"This is your life now, Y/N."

Those words played through your mind like a record that endlessly skipped. You knew you couldn't escape; Jouno would kill you. Your family had no clue where you were and you didn't have friends anymore.

This was the end of the line for you. So were you going to accept it, or fight it?

Your body froze; your hands released the front of Jouno's uniform and went limp at your sides.

All of a sudden, your head snapped up. Jouno listened to your every move, trying to anticipate how you would react next.

"Darling, your dinner is getting cold. Why don't we eat before it all goes bad, hm?"

Your voice was eerily calm as you walked around the table. Making up his plate; as if nothing was awry. Jouno couldn't help the chuckle that slipped past his lips as he took his seat.

He didn't say a word, simply just honing in on your reactions. Sensing for anything out of place, he couldn't find such things. Your heartbeat was regular, body temperature was back to normal. And he couldn't hear any wavering in your voice.

He had broken you; completely. There was no fight, no drive left inside you. All that was left was a shell of the person you once were. An altered version of yourself, one that Jouno molded you to be.

"Same time tomorrow for dinner, Sai?"

"Indeed, same time tomorrow."

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[anqelically]

ranpo + dialogue prompt 5 pretty please? i want to suffer and have my heart crushed by you pls <3

losing game | ranpo edogawa x gn!reader

word count: 1.2k

content: no manga spoilers, angst

navi | bsd masterlist | event (closed)

you knew people always yearn for something that isn’t good for them. you’ve witnessed it before your very eyes. over and over, you watched as they chased after the momentarily satisfying moments, even if the effects would hurt. you weren’t immune to taking such actions, though you wished you were.

your feelings burdened your shoulders, so heavily that you only wished for them to wash away. to love someone is a double-edged sword, and it pierced your heart painfully so.

the armed detective agency was an organization of ability users that dealt with, for the most part, other ability users. an unsolved mystery that was keeping the nation on its toes is what led you to be partnered up with ranpo. despite his hesitance to work with you, you managed to prove yourself useful.

when ranpo wasn’t busy with other work with agency, you spent almost all your time together. you’d give him reports and evidence that was newly found, and he’d start to put the pieces of the whole puzzle together.

there were also days when the two of you would go to cafes or bakeries, the large case forgotten in your minds. you think it was those times that caused you to fall for ranpo.

he would act childish and take heavy pride in his “ability”, yet that never stopped your heart from skipping a beat in his presence. his small acts of kindness, such as protecting you from criminals during interrogations or giving you a snack when you were overworking, had always made you sure of the truth.

you love him, and it’s a shame. 

the case was eventually solved, therefore ending the working relationship that you and ranpo had formed. the final day would be during a party that celebrated the fact that the infamous case had been solved.

you stood on one of the many balconies of the building while the breeze embraced you in its cool touch. you managed to slip outside without anyone at the celebration stopping you. it was difficult, considering the number of people inside.

you were by yourself outside for a while before another presence joined you. donned in a charming suit, ranpo approached your lone figure. he held a cup of dark brown liquid that you assumed to be soda. ranpo didn’t like to drink liquor.

“what are you doing out here?” you asked.

ranpo took a sip of his soda, “i saw you walk out earlier.”

“just when i thought i could go unnoticed,” you chuckled. “nothing slips past your eyes, huh?”

silence engulfed the two of you like an itchy blanket. you tapped your foot mindlessly as the alcohol you drank flooded your body. ranpo said nothing as you drank, staring at the star-littered sky. on the other hand, your body was getting hot despite the cool weather.

you decided to speak up, “hey, ranpo?”

“yeah?” he hummed.

“after this… do you think we’ll ever get to work together again?”

you didn’t dare look at ranpo after you asked that. you could feel his gaze wander to your figure, but your eyes remained on the scenery beneath the balcony. the large garden kept your eyes fancied as you waited for a response.

“the chances are low.” your heart sunk at the harsh truth that escaped ranpo’s lips. “a case like this to work on comes very rarely. not only that, but your base of operations isn’t even in yokohama. your normally stationed hours away, so working together was unforeseen in the first place. the odds that we’d land a large-scale case like this again obviously seems almost impossible.”

every word ranpo spoke— you already knew it. you were aware that you’d probably never see him again unless the two of you take the time out of your schedules to.

once you leave yokohama and get back to your normal work, you’re sure you’ll be busy like you always were. ranpo would probably be in the same state, considering that his incredible deduction skills were needed all over the country.

your head began to pound, so you took in a deep breath and exhaled through your mouth. your fingers curled around the balcony’s railing as you gathered all the courage you had so you could face him properly.

“i have something to confess,” you faced ranpo bravely, “and i know you probably will, but i want you to be completely honest with me. please, no tricky words or phrases, or telling me code i have to decipher. i… i want to hear exactly what you have to say.”

ranpo merely hummed at your words, urging you to continue. you swallowed the saliva building in your throat before you stared him in the eyes. tension suspended in the air as ranpo waited for you to speak. but as your eyes remained on his, you couldn’t speak your truth.

your lips opened and shut as you tried to spill the truth, but all the courage you had built up dissipated. you were going to lower your head in shame until ranpo made the first move. he stepped towards you and lifted his arm. in a second, your eyes were covered by his hand.

“if you can’t look at me, then don’t.”

your heart swelled at his gesture. ranpo’s free hand held your shoulder, his body close to yours. it was odd, really. the one that caused you to be nervous was also the reason you were able to calm down.

“ranpo, i… i love you.”

a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders when you confessed to him. though he didn’t respond yet, you knew the relief was short-lived. you were afraid of what was going to come next.

“y/n… i can’t return those feelings.” and there it was. “you’re a good colleague, a good friend, but that’s all you are to me.”

“yeah,” you took the hand that covered your eyes and slowly dropped it to your sides, “i guessed so. i don’t think you would fall for someone like me in such time.”

defeat was etched into your features. you expected it, of course you did, but hearing the words hurt deeper than you thought. you turned your head away from him. you swallowed back any incoming tears you felt coming your way.

“ah, well i hope you at least know that spending time with you made me happy.”

you sent him another glance before you attempted to rush away. you were going to go back inside to the party of people if it weren’t for ranpo’s hand catching your arm.

“you have something else to say.”

“no i don’t,” you denied.

his grip loosened, “you do.”

“i…” your lips parted as you couldn’t help but admit, “ it’s just… it’s twisted in a way. i never stood a chance the moment i realized i fell for you. i know that now, i do. your confident smile, your boisterous laugh— i love it. i love you, ranpo, and that’s why this is a losing game. you can’t return the love i have for you, and i can’t ask you to.”

ranpo watched as your eyes began to glisten beneath the moonlight. and when those tears finally began to spill, you were quick to wipe them away. it was stupid, you thought. you didn’t want to cry in front of him, yet your tears kept coming.

as you cried, ranpo gently pushed your head to his chest. you gripped the ends of his suit jacket as you quietly sobbed, pushing your head further into his clothing.

people always yearn for something that isn’t good for them. and for you, it was a love that could never be returned in full.

note: COLEE!! thank you sm for the request <33 i hope this had crushed your heart in some sorta way :o (i actually think this angst isn’t really that heavy but yeah..) and hopefully ppl were tagged in this, on my end my tags are being weird

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[rae-writes]

all for you...

Dazai x twin!reader

wc : 1.k

warnings : angst, ambiguous ending, major character death [not reader or Dazai], blood, implied prior emotional/physical/[light] sexual abuse

synopsis : "I don't want to play this part but I do, all for you"

a/n : I...apologize for this

“Well now…this is quite the mess to clean up…” 

The splattered blood on the wall had begun to drip, sliding down the wood slowly and splashing onto the floor with faint ‘pit, pit’ echoes. There was an eerie, ringing, silence to the air and a tension that felt suffocating.

Something shifted when Mori turned to look at the two children who just witnessed the murder— they were no older than fourteen. 

“You twins are my witnesses…from now on, I will be the new boss of the Port Mafia, and the two of you…will stay by my side.”

Fukuzawa Yukichi and Mori Ogai sat at a small, cherry-wood table that was decorated with a glass china set for the tea they were talking over; it would’ve been a rather amusing sight, if the conversation topic hadn’t been so serious. 

While they both performed their positions as head of their respective organizations diligently- and extremely well- it was no secret that they were each getting higher up in their years. They thought it best to discuss who would potentially be taking over once they were retired together, as it would help maintain their mutual agreement between said organizations. 

“Your best candidate is Doppo Kunikida, is it not? I was fairly certain it was him who was acting in your stead whenever you could not.”

You and Chuuya stood directly behind Mori, with a small handful of your subordinates a couple of feet away; similarly, Fukuzawa had Kunikida and Dazai behind him, with the rest of the agency’s core members on standby. The two heads didn’t really need them here, as they could very well handle themselves against one another, however by this point, it was more or less a tradition. 

“That is correct. What about you? Surely you’re going to pick from your pool of executives, aren’t you?” 

There it was. That nauseous dread pooling in the pit of your stomach. It sunk into your bones, forcing a cold sweat to the surface of your skin as, instinctively, your flight or fight response tried to take over. 

“Actually, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

The sounds around you grow muffled so suddenly it makes your head spin and the scenery melts down into a memory of the executive meeting held a week ago.

“Do not mistake my words. I will continue as the Port Mafia’s head until it is apparent I am no longer able to fulfill my role; even then, my presence will not just disappear. This is my home and the organization I’ve dedicated my life to. I’m simply implying that we will need a suitable replacement when that time comes.” 

Rae glanced at Chuuya, finding him to be exactly who Mori was looking for. There was no one else in the room, or even the entire Port Mafia for that matter, who would be better suited to take over the position as boss. 

“And Dazai Osamu shall be just the person to do so.” 

No matter how sickening the feeling of fear and dread can be, anger will always be the secondary emotion. Even if that anger doesn’t last, it festers somewhere deep inside someone and builds until it’s crawling throughout their whole body— and suddenly it’s controlling them. It’s what takes over their mind like a parasite until it’s moving their legs, their fingers, their hands; until it acts on all those…scenarios in a person’s mind that were never meant to be born- that were only supposed to stay as impulsive thoughts. It’s then that the entire world a person experiences can be flipped upside down and drowned in the raging tides their anger brought. 

It was that anger that had your body moving on autopilot while you just…watched. Like you were a prisoner in your own mind, watching something on the tv screen. 

Your feet took a few steps forward before your hand was reaching for Mori’s teacup and slamming it on the edge of the table, shattering the glass. It left one big shard in your grasp. Your free hand had come up to the back of his head, fingers tangling in the long strands of black hair before yanking, forcing him to look at you with an exposed neck. 

When his red-purple hues met yours, your movements became your own. A gasp tore from your throat as you took in the sight in front of you, ragged breathing making you tremble. It was now that you were able to consciously think about your actions. 

And you thought about Osamu. 

You thought about everything he had to go through— everything Mori forced him to go through. 

You thought about that shine he had in his eyes that dulled over the years, only returning when he’d escaped Mori and the Port Mafia. You thought about the night he left, the way he cried over Odasaku and the way he cried about not wanting to leave you; you’d never seen him cry before. You thought about the hope in his eyes as you helped him leave and the genuine smile he’d given you two years later when you saw him again in the Agency. 

You thought about Mori’s sick, twisted version of affection— or ‘love’ as he called it sometimes. About the way he treated the two of you. The way he talked, manipulated, used, touched the two of you. 

As you gazed into the eyes of your tormentor- the man who was planning to drag your brother back to the darkness that had already consumed you- all that was swimming in those devil eyes was some warped version of pride; of satisfaction. 

His voice echoed in your mind, words he didn’t even need to voice aloud because he’d engrained them into you, seeping disgustingly- permanently- into your core. 

‘If I cannot have Osamu, I will gladly have you instead, my precious Y/n.’ 

With steady hands, though a trembling heart, you forced the broken piece of china into the flesh of Mori’s neck. And with a chilling cry, you dragged it across the entire expanse of his throat; his blood was now coating your face. 

It would’ve been a rather amusing sight- the horror plastered across everyone’s faces…if the situation hadn’t been so serious. 

“He…he was going to ask Osamu to be the next boss…and I couldn’t— I wouldn’t let him. Not you, Osamu.” Your voice cracked as you looked over at your brother, heart clenching when he looked at you with such…mortification. “Anyone but you.” 

And Osamu thought back to you. 

He thought back to all those times your eyes darkened in rage whenever Mori did something to him. He thought back to how you’d always yell at Mori for hurting him, whether physically or mentally. He thought back to the nights you promised him you’d help him shove down that darkness Mori festered in him. He thought about the promise you made him when he left the mafia: the promise that you’d be the one to kill Mori for what he’d done to the two of you. 

As he gazed into the eyes of his twin sibling- standing with blood on their face after just repeating the cycle, all for him- he could see the fear of what you’d just done. The determination to be better than Mori...and the love. Love for him. 

He should’ve known, his heart screams. He should’ve known this would happen, that you’d snap. He should’ve stopped you, he should’ve talked to you, he should’ve been there for you, because now—

. . .

After a haunting moment of ringing silence, the only person who dares to move is Chuuya Nakahara; the redhead kneels, sliding his hat off as he bows his head, “All hail the new Port Mafia boss, Dazai Y/n.”

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[win-writes]

hello, have you drank water today? if not yet, go drink

i would like to ask for angst with final fluff the prompt: milk chocolate 7 and chuuya nakahara please!

୭ ˚ 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘬 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 7: “𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯?”

༶ pairing; chuuya x reader

༶ contains; angst to fluff, mentions of break up, make-up kiss

༶ word count; 1,036

༶ a/n; tysm for your sweet reminder, i indeed didn't drink enough water today,, hope you like this! tysm for joining the event ♡

A loud sigh escapes your lips, as you walk inside your empty apartment. You just returned from possibly one of the worst dates you've ever been on, so to say you're relieved that you came back to the comfort of your home was an understatement. It's not like your date was an asshole or anything, far from that he was quite the gentleman. It was your own mind that made this date insufferable.

Every time the other man complimented you, opened the door for you, even simply looking at you, you couldn't help but think of your ex lover being in that position instead. Thinking about his sweet comments every time he saw you, even if all you were wearing was your pajamas. Him making sure you don't have to lift even a finger even for the smallest things, like opening the car door for you. His soft gaze observing you whenever you talked, no matter what you were saying.

Your train of thought was interrupted by the knock on your door. You don't expect any visitors, especially this late at night. You slowly open the door, only to face the very man running circles around your head all day. The man in question being no other than your ex, Nakahara Chuuya.

"What.. what are you doing here?" you almost whisper with a shocking expression painted all over your face. His eyes looked deeply into yours, but not with that soft gaze you missed so much. This time it was sadness that took over his beautiful features. 'We need to talk.. can I come in?" he asks in a low tone. You move to the side, allowing him to enter inside. Chuuya takes a look around the house, feeling a wave of nostalgia crushing onto him with all the lovely memories that cross his mind in a matter of seconds. "I see you didn't change a thing" he turns around to face you again. "What do you want Chuuya?" you eagerly question him, making your frustration obvious "I'm sure you're here for something more important than my apartment's decoration, so get to your point"

Chuuya walks towards you facing the ground with his hair covering his eyes "Alright then" his voice is now deep and slightly intimidating, causing you to take a few staps backwards "Who was that guy with you just a few minutes ago?" your back leans against the door and the ginger places his hands next to each side of your face "Did you go out with him?" a sarcastic laugh leaves your lips "What, are you stalking me now?"

"I'm not stalking you, you idiot!" he slightly raises his voice, deeply offended by your comment "I was just passing by and I happened to see you walking to your home together" you roll your eyes at his response, but he's willing to let that slide in order to get an answer from you "So did you? Did you go out with him?" he moves his fingers to your chin, making you look directly at him

"You know damn well I didn't leave you because I stopped caring about you" he places his hand on your cheek, gently pulling your face up to meet your eyes. His heart breaks at the sight of you crying, just like the last time he saw you, "I did it to protect you, don't you get it?" he cups your face into his palms, softly wiping away your tears with his thumbs "I couldn't stand the thought of you being in danger just because you're mine" Your eyes soften the more you look into his ocean like orbs. Oh how you missed his affections. How you missed his soft voice. How you missed being called his.

"Was it that easy for you to move on?"

A look of dibelief is plastered in your face. You turn your gaze to the side "Why do you care? Weren't you the one who broke things off in the first place?" you feel tears welling up your eyes, blurring your vision "You have no right coming back after 3 months just to ask about my personal life" tears were now rolling down your cheeks, keeping your attention to the floor.

And he missed you too, he truly did. He found himself walking to your house out of habit the nights he didn't spend at his office at the port mafia. Just like he did tonight, only this time he noticed another man holding your hand and walking you home. His heart ached at the sight of you giving away your warm smile to somebody who wasn't him. He didn't even realize when did his legs lead him all the way outside your doorstep, until he knocked on your door.

"I knew what I signed up for the moment I met you Chuuya" you place your hands on top of his, caressing tenderly his soaked from your tears gloves "I never felt safer than the times you held me close in your arms and told me how much you love me" unable to contain himself any longer, Chuuya leans and smashes his lips into yours.

The kiss is deep and messy, making up for all this time you spent away from each others touch. You wrap your hands around his neck, while he places one of his around your waist and the other one at the nape of your neck. Chuuya groans into the kiss, pulling you impossibly closer to him "I missed you so much" he whispers against you lips. It doesn't take long for both of you to run out of oxygen, breaking the kiss and connecting your foreheads together "I missed you too"

You bury yourself into his neck, feeling his hands embracing your form. He softly strokes your hair, holding you close like it's the last time he'll ever get to feel you this close to him "Will you forgive me my love? Will you take me back and make me feel whole again?" you move back focusing your eyes on his, gently caressing his face and granting him your loving smile he missed so much.

"How could I say no to the other half of my soul?"

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[nikxlaii]

➽ 𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 (𝐈)

☁ Pairing: Dazai Osamu x gn!reader

☁ Category: Angst

☁ Synopsis: Every time he holds you closer, he can't help but think of his previous love.

☁ Note: I've been thinking about writing something like this for a while now, welp here ya go. I am simply an amateur so don't expect this to be good. Also, Neena is an oc of mine. Grammatical errors are ahead! Enjoy? 07/17/2023

Part 2

"I love you."

Sitting on the couch, Dazai held you in his arms. You peered into his brown eyes, feeling something ache inside you as he embraced you closer to his chest. Never before has he shown such tenderness in his eyes. He never did. Only when he visualizes you as her would he act in that way.

Despite the stinging feeling within you that you wanted to disappear, you smiled dolorously at him as you leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose. However, you failed to notice him tense up at your action.

"I love you more," you said quietly enough for him to hear. You didn't even realize you were holding your breath until you let those words out of your mouth. Although he always tells you how much he loves you, you are unsure if he really means it.

"Is my face too alluring to be observed for that long?" His giggles jolted you out of your thoughts as you quickly turned your gaze away from him in embarrassment. As his laughter subsided, he tilted your head back toward him, removing his hand from your head to caress your cheek.

"Don't look away," he smiled fondly at you, but you knew deep down in his eyes that you weren't the one he was seeing, but instead, a glimpse of her. You tried numerous times not to think about it; however, you are unable to resist letting your thoughts consume you.

Sure, your relationship with him is perfect in every way, but sometimes you don't feel as if he genuinely cares for or loves you the same way he did for her. No matter how many times you try to make him fall for your touch, he'll only see you as her and never the actual you. You felt like a substitute, a placeholder for the person he once loved.

"Is there something bothering you, Belladonna? You've been dazing off a lot. The nickname made you cringe; he never calls you that; he only does at times like these, and knowing the reason makes your heart tighten.

You sprang awake from your thoughts; however, he was no longer looking at you, nor was his hand caressing your cheek. Something inside his head was attempting to persuade him that he cared about you; he always convinced himself of that.

You shake your head no, assuring him that you're alright and have nothing to be concerned about. Of course you weren't, yet despite his knowledge of your deception, you chose to lie. But did he ever care?

Dawn is starting to break, lighting several areas of Yokohama. The both of you stayed at his place and cuddled on his couch till daybreak. Dazai had contacted you previously asking for company since he's feeling suicidal. He always is. It's not something to panic or worry about.

He closed his eyes and lowered his head before returning his hand to yours. He exhaled a sigh.

"You already know how much I love and care about you, (Name), are you really certain?" You despise the way his voice is constantly strained, always seeming more like he's convincing himself than truly saying he does, and it causes him to feel guilty about it.

You made no sound. You weren't certain of your response or what to say. It was the first time he had ever inquired about your well-being, but did he really mean it? Or was it just a ploy to make you feel special to him even though you're obviously not?

Finally, he turned his head to look at you, but there was neither light nor affection in his eyes. That's how it's always been.

"Neena," He said without comprehending what he had just said.

Before he could even utter another word, you shifted your weight, causing Dazai's hand to slip off your head while you both stared at each other. His expression was perplexed, but he soon realized what he had just said. His lips are slightly open, and his eyes widen as he observes your sorrowful look.

"(Name)..."

You walked up to the door, grabbing your jacket from the rack. You stood by the door with your hand trembling on the doorknob as you pondered whether to go or just wait for him to say anything. You resisted letting a tear fall from your eye; of course you already knew about that. What's the point of crying? Why are you crying? Why are you being so dramatic?

He remained motionless and silent. He didn't even move; instead of approaching and saying that it was a mistake and it wouldn't happen again, he remained still. Dazai expected this to happen, so he let it be. After ensuring that he wouldn't talk or even offer an apology, you let out a breath and turned the door knob.

"Just find her again,"

And with that, you left without closing the door.

Dazai looked towards the open door where you had departed and sighed. He stood up to close it and leaned against it. He knew he had messed up the moment he realized he couldn't let go of her. But why didn't he tell you from the start that he was still in love with someone who had left? Sure, it would be hurtful if he decided to tell you from the start, but only for a short while. Now that you're completely smitten with the brunette, it's too late to turn back.

But why didn't he tell you from the start?

Because he was afraid.

Afraid of what?

The feeling of being alone again.

Why's that?

His previous relationship is something he cherishes a lot, and letting it go is both devastating and terrifying. He grew attached to someone and fears that he may lose the solace of the former love of his life.

But why did he entertain someone if he's still in love with his previous lover?

Part 2

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #x reader #dazai osamu #dazai x y/n #dazai x reader #dazai angst #dazai osamu x y/n #dazai osamu x reader #dazai osamu angst #bungou stray dogs angst #bungou stray dogs x reader #angst #dazai x reader angst #dazai osamu x reader angst #bungou stray dogs x reader angst

[herwritingartcowboy]

Hello. I have a request! The idea is that the reader has been friends with Dazai for a very long time, as far as possible, they are best friends. And when, after the death of Odаsaku, Dazai leaves without saying anything to the reader. A few years later, when Dazai is already working in ADA. Dazai meets the reader and he accuses Dazai of abandoning him. Dazai's reaction to this?? Sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language.

A/n: No you are fine.

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Character(s): Dazai

Warning(s): Angst

Reader Gender: Male

In the beginning you and Dazai were good friend but the what separated the both was the death or Odasaku.

His death was hard on you both but it hurt Dazai the most as soon later without any warning he left, leaving you behind.

But you both came across each other as you were assigned to murder some guy who tried to turn his back on the Mafia but you and the others caught up on what he was doing.

As you were about to go in for the kill your technique waz gone as you already knew who it was pulling out a knife turning to strike at you. A attack and douge thing had been going on for awhile till Dazai gript both of your hand making you drop the knife.

"Ah Dazai" "Y/n what are you doing here" "Trying to kill this guy. So I say you let go now or i'll have more blood on my hands" "Come on now Y/n why would you do that, arent we friends" "We were never friends" "Okay you are mad at that guy and not at me". With that you kicked Dazai in the gut making him let you go as now you are both standing face to face.

"We will never be friends. I don't make friends with those who leave others behind", you yelled with all that pent up anger finally coming out.

As Dazai just stood there a bit shocked but he had seen this coming. "So don't come up here and act all buddy, buddy with me" "Y/n you know I didn't want to leave you behind" "Than why? You no what just forget it". You said leaving before Dazai can say anything else.

Now on Dazai's mind was you. The one person that was his friend but with the latest news he knew know that, that was all in the past.

Remember that one guy who you tried to kill you did end up killing him but from how the body looked you were angry and Dazai well he knew it was hia fault.

So this once good friendship had turned into a rivalry.

#bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs angst #bsd dazai x reader #dazai osamu x y/n #dazai osamu x reader #dazai angst #bsd x reader #bsd x male reader #dazai x male reader #bsd dazai osamu x reader #dazai osamu x male reader #bungou stray dogs edgar allan poe #bungoy stray dogs x male reader #bungou stray dogs x male reader

[knockyasocksoff2022]

Everyone, please read this.

It's about Chuuya getting Hanauso, the Hanahaki variant in which flowers grow out of your neck when your beloved one is lying to you.

SUMMARY:

Dazai loves Chuuya.

Chuuya loves him.

There’s something square about that statement that soothes Dazai’s raging anxiety.

When they married, it was in spite of their organizations. In spite of his fragile mental health, in spite of Chuuya’s dangerous life. They are soulmates, and their loyalty to each other comes first.

Now that Chuuya might die with a necklace of Loving Memory roses blooming from his neck, choking him with every passing day, they are willing to sacrifice everything to choose each other again.

[Or: Married Soukoku loving each other above all else.]

More info under the cut.

Rating:

Mature

Archive Warning:

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs

Relationship:

Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Characters:

Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Armed Detective Agency Ensemble (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Language: English

Words: 11,518

Chapters: 1/1

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[junosmindpalace]

dangerously yours

☾ ft. osamu dazai

☾ dazai sees you to your dorm. 640. pt 1. 

inspired by the dialogue from the “dangerously yours” radio show.

“look, y/n! a shooting star!”

you walked toward dazai following his gaze into the night, only managing to catch a glimpse of light streaming across the sky before it vanished into the darkness as suddenly as it had appeared. 

“did you wish?”

“oh,” you sighed dejectedly, settling your arms on the metal railing in front of you. “i didn’t have time.”

the two of you stood on the second floor of the armed detective agency dormitory, gazing onward at the night time yokohama scenery. it was late when the two of you left the office, exhausted from the mountains of paperwork you had to attend to. dazai, ever the hard worker, hardly touched his stack, yet insisted he stay behind with you out of courtesy. you had no qualms with it, but now you think you’ll be a bit more insistent on sending dazai on his way in the future after he nagged at you the entire time, even having the audacity to complain about the workload. 

he turned toward you with a faint smile, the cool, gentle night breeze blowing through his hair. 

“and there is something you wish for?”

you felt oddly naked without a curtain between you and dazai’s attentive gaze, as if the wind revealed your deepest secrets simply by pulling back the hair around your face. you sensed no malice in his question however, his voice uncharacteristically soft and curious. you paused, staring down at the ground a story below you, and then answered quietly. “yes.”

“what did you wish?”

that we were two other people. two people who need not to say goodbye.

but of course you wouldn’t tell him that. 

so instead you turned toward him and stuck your tongue out. “if i were to tell you, it wouldn't come true.”

dazai groaned exasperatedly, throwing his head back. “don’t be like that, y/n!”  

“shush. you’ll wake all of yokohama.”

he grumbled as he pulled himself up, leaning his hips back and resting his chin in the palm of his hand, staring out at the city lights with an expression you just couldn’t place. 

you watched him out of the corner of your eye, trying yet again to get a read on what he’s thinking. he wore an almost sad sort of expression, though you highly doubted it was because you refused to tell him your wish. the voices of your fellow port mafia members chanted in a whisper in your head: monster. 

though joining the detective agency only a mere month ago, none of the accounts you had of osamu dazai have aligned with the man you had come to know. though it wouldn’t have been far-fetched to apply those accounts to how he treats his partner at the agency. he slacks off on his work, rarely attends meetings and randomly disappears without word of excuse. he truly was the mystery everyone said he was. 

“it’s late. you should be heading inside.”

your shoulders tensed at the sudden comment, his words slightly muffled from his chin in his hand. his eyes never left the city lights. 

you nodded. “you should head inside, too. get some sleep, alright?”

at that, he smiled, turning his head to look at you with a dopey grin. “how can i deny a request from a beautiful lady?”

you rolled your eyes, but weren’t able to suppress your own smile. “goodnight.” 

he waved you off as you climbed down the stairs to the ground floor. before letting yourself into your dorm, you peaked over the roof. dazai was still staring off into the night, wearing a lighter expression than the one you observed only a minute ago, a tired smile spread across his face. 

if only we were two different people, you mused, something you had been catching yourself doing all too often in regards to dazai as of late. maybe one day i’d get to know what goes on in that head of yours. 

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs fluff #bungou stray dogs angst #bungou stray dogs oneshot #bsd oneshot #bsd headcanons #osamu dazai x reader #osamu dazai oneshot #osamu dazai fluff #osamu dazai angst #dazai osamu x reader #dazai osamu oneshot

[ilovedazaiosamu]

Why not me?

author’s note: hi☺️ i had a bad and horrible week and why not some dazai angst? also please forgive me if this fanfic isn’t satisfying enough for you.

characters : dazai, reader(you), another woman

genre: angst, hurt/no comfort, you died,|| by suicide, lmao

summary : Osamu Dazai, your husband, gets bored of you and decides to get into a relationship with another person, you find out. What happens next?

I recommend you to listen to Mitski while reading this, especially the song “why didn’t you stop me?” or “washing machine heart”

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You were waiting for Dazai to come home from work, he usually came home earlier than you but ever since last week, he started to come home late.

You then decided to make dinner for yourself and him while waiting. The door creeked open, and behind the door was Dazai. “Dazai!! where were you? why were you taking so long to get out of work?” you asked him in a curious tone. ‘Dammit, when can she shut the fuck up?’ Dazai thought to himself, wondering when can you stop trying to meddle into his problems, “Oh, something just came up at work. Now can you please get off of me? I want to change.” Dazai responded to you. You wondered why he was suddenly so distant from the last week, then you saw something you didn’t want to see.

‘A fucking hickey? on his fucking neck? is he cheating on me? Am I not good enough for him? Should I ask him about it?’ You thought to yourself. “Is there something wrong, Belladonna?” Dazai asked you, in a worried tone, you shook your head and brushed your thoughts away. “Did you have your dinner yet, Dazai?” “Oh yeah, I did, no need to make me dinner, I’m full” ‘Yeah full eating out someone else’s pussy’ you thought to yourself.

“Oh okay. I’ll go to bed now.” You responded to him. Walking to your shared bed, knowing that your husband doesn’t love you anymore, and that your nightmare came true. “Why not me?” You whispered to yourself, closing your eyes to go to sleep and wish for a great dream.

The next morning😦😦(im wishing i wont have a next morning)

You woke up, not feeling Dazai’s presence in your bed. Frowning, you got up to shower and went to the pharmacy, planning to buy medicine because it felt like you had a headache . As you were walking home, you saw Dazai, at a restaurant, sitting with another woman. You decided to let him be because, why would you interrupt him from being happy? You saw him smiling at the woman, holding her hand, wishing that it was you instead. You were about 35ft. away from your house, and near your house was an alleyway. “SOMEONE!! PLEASE HELP ME!” a voice screamed, you wondered who it was and being worried and curious, you ran to the alleyway to help the person who was screaming for help.

You saw a girl, who looked like she was only 14, holding another girl in her arms, which you assumed that it’s someone probably important for her, both being held hostage. “Hey, are you okay?” You asked running towards them in a worried tone. “Hey! Get away from the children or I’ll shoot.” The kidnapper said, threatening and holding unto the gun. Little did they know, a policeman is running to the commotion because of the little girl’s scream for help. You suddenly jumped in front of the gun, and out of luck, only your shoulder was shot at and not anywhere at your chest. “Run, please, I can handle it, and please, get some help.” You said to the little girl who was shocked. She ran into the policeman who was on his way to see what happened in the scene. “Sir! please! Help the woman there! She got shot!!” She cried at the policeman as he went and saw your body, on the floor, unconscious due to loss of too much blood. As for the kidnapper there, he tried to run but he couldn’t. He ended up getting arrested, and for the girl she went back to her family safely with her sister. Oh… but for you? You ended up in the hospital. Once you woke up, you got questioned if you had anyone close to you to visit you by the nurse. “Oh.. yes, I do, his name is Dazai Osamu, he is my husband. Now where is my phone? I’ll call him.” “Ma’am, I’m sorry but calls are not allowed in the hospital unless the staff is the one calling.” “What about you call him? I’m sure you won’t mind, right?” “Of course. I’ll give him a call that you’re injured and that you’re in the hospital, anything extra you want to say to him?” “No, thank you” You responded to the offer. The nurse went outside to call Dazai by using your phone. She then went back inside after 2-4 minutes and gave your phone back. “Please call for me if you have any complications with moving or if anything hurts. I’ll get the doctors, okay?” the nurse said. “Alright.” You responded.

Soon after Dazai ran to the hospital, leaving his mistress alone for the date.

“Belladonna! Are you okay? the nurse told me you got shot and lost alot of blood!! Oh please, tell me you are!” Dazai barged into your room, the nurse telling him to be quiet politely and left the two of you alone. “Belladonna? is there something wrong? Do you feel unwell?” “Of course I do, Dazai, you think seeing your own husband going out with other woman doesn’t make you sick?” Dazai’s eyes widened to your response, wondering how you found out. “Suprised? Oh don’t even think your that good at hiding things away from me. I know you better than I know myself. You are just like a part of me, Dazai. We’ve been together for years and you think you can still hide stuff away from me?” “Belladonna- I’m sorry, okay? Please forgive me, I really am. When I heard from the nurse that you got shot, it made me feel an uneasy feeling in my stomach too. I’m so sorry, belladonna, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” “Am I not good enough for you, Osamu?” you said with teary eyes, not daring to look right at him. “Belladonna, you are, I am just such a selfish man and I thought, I didn’t deserve you because you were beyond the meaning of the word kindness. Please, my love, don’t leave me.” “I won’t leave you, but you deserve someone much more better than me, Osamu. I kind of need some space right now, honey, so please leave me alone.” “As you wish, my beloved.” Dazai said as he left a room, with a sad look on his face. He felt bad for you and decided to prepare some gifts for you once he will go back to visit you tomorrow.

The next day, he went into the hospital and then to your room, but when he was just near the door, he heard a shriek from your room. He went to your room and then saw the nurse shocked, and your body, unconscious, on the floor. He rushed to your body, feeling this nostalgic feeling that he felt with his dearest friend, Oda. “Belladonna! You must be joking! open your eyes!! please… don’t die on me..” he cried, checking your pulse and heartbeat. And he didn’t feel or hear anything. He tried again and again trying to hear your heartbeat, he tried finding the warmth of your body, but it wasn’t there. “What happened to her…?” He asked the nurse, and she said she doesn’t know because she also just went in to check up on you because she heard a sound from your room. “Well??? WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR GET SOME FUCKING HELP!” Dazai screamed at the nurse, his voice was cracking. The nurse rushed to get some help and once she did, he had to wait outside for you. And when the doctor told him, “I’m sorry, she couldn’t make it. We tried our best.” “No. no. no. no. no NO!! You have to be joking. My wife is a strong woman. She cannot just die easily! She can’t just leave me!!” Was Dazai’s response. He ran into your room and looked at your body. It looked like it was so cold, and it was. There was no signs of warmth in your body. “Belladonna? Sweetheart?? Darling?? My love…? just wake up… please.. don’t leave me..” Dazai said and then held your hand. “I love you so much, [name]. I hope you’re in peace right now, so please forgive for what I have done to you. You deserve better.” He said as he was trying to accept the fact that you’re dead. That you killed yourself because of him. That you died because of him. That you got your heartbroken, by him. He doesn’t ever want to let you go, but he has to because you have to go. You were the light of his world, and now, his world darkened once again.

• • That was so cheesy wtf || any req?? i only do bsd, genshin

#dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #bsd dazai osamu #dazai angst #dazai osamu x you #dazai x you #dazai x reader angst #dazai osamu x reader angst #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs angst #bungou stray dogs angst

[rubyblue2005]

Runs up to you and whispers, "Psst, are you an Atsushi fan?"

Before you can reply I burst out with, "Did you know that a tigers' legs are so strong they can remain standing after they are dead?"

As you stare at me dumb with horror, I run away frantically after dropping such a bombshell.

"Have fun with that potential ball of angst!" I shout behind me as I continue running away from the sobbing mob of Atsushi fans

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd headcanons #bungou stray dogs headcanon #bsd atsushi #bsd fanfic #bsd angst #bsd atsushi nakajima #bungou gay dogs #bungou stray dogs angst #bungou stray dogs atsushi #bungou stray dogs Nakajima Atsushi

[vntey]

finality

character(s): atsushi nakajima

summary: you’ve been taken hostage and atsushi sets his mind to saving you

warning(s): hurt/no comfort, blood tw, death tw, short experimental writing

As soon as he received the call, he was running. Despite the warnings of it being a trap, he kept running.

Atsushi kept running because they had taken you hostage.

You had only known each other a few months, you being a new barista at the café downstairs the ADA. In that time you had grown close, close enough to admit your love for each other. Now people were using that love against him, and he wouldn’t stand for it.

They had said you were being kept in a marked storage container by the port and for him to come alone. In the time it took him to figure out which brightly colored cage you were being kept in, his mind raced at what could possibly be happening to you.

He nearly ripped the door off its hinges once he found the correct one.

There he saw you, beaten and bloodied, tied to a metal chair. Your head fell against your chest whenever you tried to lift it. You could barely see him through the blood caking your eyelashes, but you knew it was him there.

“At…sushi,” you managed to croak out, voice hoarse. The effort of speaking sent you into a coughing fit so violent it knocked you and your chair over.

He ran over, screaming your name as your head hit the metal floor. Atsushi could see a deep wound in your side as he got closer. He softly cradled your head, breathing rapidly.

“I’m here now, everything is going to be okay.”

“Thank you…for everything.” You knew you were bleeding out, you knew you were past recovery, you knew that if he had truly come alone there was no chance of saving you.

“What do you mean?” He asked frantically. “I’m here now and everything is going to be okay.”

“B-behind you.”

The words left your lips as Atushi saw the light leave your eyes. He held you close as he looked around at the enemies surrounding him.

a/n: the end was underwhelming i’m sorry, i had hoped i could do better but this is still a warmup for me

© vntey

#took a stab at angst #ehe #tw blood #tw blood mention #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #atsushi nakajima #nakajima atsushi #bsd atsushi #bungou stray dogs angst #bungo stray dogs angst #bsd angst #bsd imagines #atsushi angst #atsushi imagines #*mine