#bungou stray dogs headcanon

[milky-aeons]

'𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎 𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓

ᯓ★ starring: dazai osamu, kunikida doppo, atsushi nakajima, chuuya nakahara and fyodor dostoevsky; what they would be like on their wedding day.

warnings: marriage, swearing, alcohol-intake, wife reader, w.c 3.5k

ᯓ★𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔

: ̗̀➛ Dazai, who never really acted like a conventional human being, also did not propose like one, either. After dating the enigmatic Armed Detective Agent for, by then, two years, you did not expect him to get down on one knee and produce a beautiful ring, like you had seen in the movies. But you also did not expect him to drop the question like it was a frivolous thing one random Tuesday evening while you both shared a drink at your favourite late-night bar.

Blinking, your glass frozen mid-way to your lips, you turned to him and said, "What did you... just say?" That mischievous smile you were so quick to fall for flashed across his face. "I said, why don't we get married, hmm~?"

: ̗̀➛ There was no other answer in your mind, your heart, than a resounding yes. For he was the thorn in your side as much as he was your other half. Through the whirlwind of months following, you found it hard to discern where one day ended and the next began. Time bled together until you didn't have nearly enough of it, and the day of the ceremony was here. It was a casual affair not bound too tightly by tradition. By the help of the agents, an old, abandoned manor sitting by the riverside had been fashioned into your very own cathedral.

: ̗̀➛ Yosano Akiko fussed over your dress, your hair, your makeup — to a point where you thought she was having way too much fun. And yet, she left no stones unturned, either. As you walked in through the building decorated with bouquets of flowers and rows upon rows of familiar faces, she hooked her arm into yours and walked by your side. Using Thou Shalt Not Die, the doctor instructed fluttering, iridescent butterflies to sit against your dress and your veil, the cornet of your hair, any place she could in order to make you glow.

: ̗̀➛ He stood to his towering height at the alter with his back turned to you in an immaculate suit of white. And when he spun to face you, you fell in love for a second time — with his brunet hair tucked behind his ear, the blue rose pinned to his suit lapel and his eyes; how they watched you. With a type of stunned disbelief that melted into adoration. When you came to stand by his side in front of the pastor, his hand reached down to twine with your fingers, and he whispered;

"You — are absolutely breath-taking."

: ̗̀➛ Kyouka Izumi played the role of ring-bearer, delivering a small white pillow with the two shining bands once it was time to say your vows. Dazai reached out tenderly, slowly, as if to preserve this moment for as long as he could, and lifted the veil from your face. His eyes shuttered. He reached for your hand and slid the smaller band onto your finger, his eyes downcast, his voice low and intimate.

"Through you I have found what it means to love, what it is to feel human, and while I am by your side — I endeavour to protect and earn that title. For as long as I shall live, I am yours. My soul, my name, they are all yours."

: ̗̀➛ As the ceremony reached its closure, when you had both been bound to each other in heart and in soul, Dazai could not wait another moment before he could reach for you. As soon as the words you may kiss the bride left the pastor's lips, Dazai had looped his arms around your waist and bent you back into a dramatic dip. Cheers and claps filled the riverside chapel, you smiled widely against his lips, expecting nothing less of him. Your soulmate. Your husband. Your Osamu, who's name you brandished as your own.

𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 . . .

"Kunikida-kun~!" Dazai's loud voice, a little accentuated with alcohol, swam over the crowd. "Play the thing we talked about!"

Curious, your head turned to the sounds of footsteps shuffling onto the dancefloor illuminated by pale spotlights. The afterparty was in full swing, you had been flanked by a group of well-wishing women when your husband's voice reached your ears. Each of you observed as Dazai, alongside Kunikida, Junichirou, Atsushi and little Kenji took centre stage. Excited murmurs fluttered through the throng.

"What on earth are they doing?" You wondered, and then the starting notes to All The Single Ladies began blaring from the party speakers. Your mouth dropped. Every single one of the Armed Detective Agents began to move in unison to the beat of the music.

And for the third time, you fell in love with him, again. Expecting that there would be many more to come.

ᯓ★𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎

: ̗̀➛ Kunikida Doppo, who, at first, had not planned to marry you. After all, you only met twenty out of his proposed fifty-eight requirements that made the perfect wife. That was the thing about your relationship, however — you had come into the agent's life unplanned, uninvited, and turned every one of his rigid ideals up on their heads.

: ̗̀➛ Yet it was only telling of the Idealist and his old habits, how Kunikida went about asking for your hand in marriage. It had been early on a weekday afternoon when he had called you into one of the private meeting rooms of the Agency's office. He'd pushed his glasses up the strong bridge of his nose and laid out his terms. He'd even written a business contract for you to sign. The page had gone flying in the air when you had tackled him from across the table. Smattering a thousand kisses against his blushing, flustered face and breathing the words yes, yes, you silly man, yes!

: ̗̀➛ To concur with both your family's wishes and his own, a traditional wedding was set in motion. Kunikida Doppo was always a man to abide by rules and regulations, but it had occurred to you that perhaps he was taking this affair a little too seriously. For your parents, he gifted them the very traditional shiraga thread. During the sake ceremony, the blond sat ramrod straight, moving mechanically to take sips from the three cups. One for past, one for present, and one for your future. Together.

: ̗̀➛ He was so serious, in fact, that you had become nervous on the morning of your wedding — your most beloved of friends helping you into your garments, trying to soothe your thoughts. What if he doesn't want to marry me? You would whisper as they fashioned your hair up. What if I've forced him into this, what if he's unhappy? To one of your many anxieties, your friend had met your eyes in the mirror, and smiled.

"Oh, honey," She chuckled, leaning down to kiss you on the cheek. "You should see the way that man looks at you."

: ̗̀➛ Her words played in your mind as the traditional music was strung during your procession to meet him. The black colours he donned made his long ponytail appear golden, his body strong, his face even more handsome. As he watched you come down the shrine walkway to be by his side, the blond reached up with one hand to push his glasses away and covered his eyes. It had taken you a few months after to realise that in that moment, Kunikida Doppo had shed a tear.

: ̗̀➛ It was not tradition for vows to be spoken, and yet Kunikida asked to say a few words as the ceremony drew to a close. You watched him carefully as he picked up the microphone, curious at the intentions he had. It was in that moment that your newly wed husband faced the crowd and brought the mic to his lips.

"First, I would like to thank you all for gracing our marriage with both your presence and your blessings. It is something we will see not to squander." "Second, I would like to say some thoughts of mine, if you would all be so inclined. Marriage, to me, was initially an agreement of convenience. I had the perfect woman laid out seamlessly. And in my wife that stands with me today, I say that she is not that perfect woman I so wished to find. But she is everything more. She is my best friend, she is my support, she is the person I go to sleep thinking of and wake up searching for. To me, she is my home, and I will take care of her fiercely."

: ̗̀➛ At your small reception, Kunikida was stolen away from you by some affiliates of the Armed Detective Agency and had his sake cup topped up one too many times. He found you afterwards, and proclaimed both his love and adoration for his newly-betrothed to everyone and anyone that was within a five mile radius.

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 . . .

"Come here," You whispered to him, now in the comfort of your own apartment walls. A considerably uncoordinated Kunikida was struggling out of his Haorihimo, cursing in drunken slurs and promises of retribution to the small sliver of fabric.

Your fingers eased the cloth out from underneath his arms and you began to loosen the knot. Your husband was staring up at you from behind his crooked glasses. He swayed a little, and you stood in front of him, ready to support him if he went toppling forward off the bed.

But then, two strong, solid arms came up to the small of your back and he crushed you against him. Burying his head into your chest, he murmured;

"From the very first day I met you... I loved you. D'ya know that?"

Your heart grew tiny wings in your chest and began to sore. Smiling, you reached up, carding your fingers through his blond locks and undoing the tight ponytail.

"The first day you met me, you told me I was inefficient and lazy, my dear husband." You mused.

He grunted. "Same... thing."

ᯓ★𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐀

: ̗̀➛ Your relationship with Atsushi was one that blossomed slow and tenderly. It was a natural progression, after three years of happy dating, for the agent to ask you to marry him. Everything Atsushi Nakajima did in regards to showing his affection for you was always timid and reserved — you never expected it; the elaborate surprise he had waiting in store for you that morning you came into the Agency's offices just like you always did.

: ̗̀➛ Well, perhaps he had a little help from the other agents, for the office was barren when you entered. Your eyebrows had creased at the very uncharacteristic quiet of the usually chaotic area you worked in. You had checked the time, wondering if you had showed up a little too early on accident. But then, there was a voice — the voice of agent Dazai Osamu, shouting at you to come to the nearest window and to do so urgently—!

Each of the agents stood at the sidewalk, all holding up a sign with different characters that made up a whole sentence. A question. And Atsushi — your sweet, kind, caring Atsushi, was perched in the middle, the biggest bouquet of roses in his sheepish hands. Will you marry me?

: ̗̀➛ Both you and Atsushi decide to get married somewhere far removed from the city skyline of Yokohama. You wanted somewhere special to remember this day, and perhaps, the great outdoors and stretching greens spoke to Atsushi's beastly side a little more, too. So you chose the heart of a nearby woodland where a great, ancient willow tree served as your alter.

: ̗̀➛ Atsushi wore a suit of sky-blue. You wore a simple slip dress decorated with accents of lace and flowers, Kenji had twined some wildflowers into your hair. The fauna of the forest acted as your choir when you walked down the small trail of brambles to your soon-to-be husband who waited at the base of the winding trunk.

: ̗̀➛ The reception was held in a greenhouse funded by the Agency's private books — you and Atsushi were members, after all, so Kunikida took a little less persuading than usual to move his ledgers around. For lunch, you served chazuke, and when you took the first dance, Atsushi's eyes appeared more gold than they were violet as they looked at you so lovingly the whole time.

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 . . .

"Atsushi, they'll notice that we're gone." You giggled, bunching your dress up so you could step over the little bush of thickets. When you both reached the winding roots of the willow tree you promised yourselves to each other underneath, Atsushi transformed his arms and legs into their tiger equivalents.

"Dazai-san said he'd keep everyone entertained." He whispered, and then stepped forward to wrap his soft arms around you. "Are you ready?"

"It may be a little late for second thoughts." You teased, but looped your arms around his slender neck and relaxed into his hold. The new golden band on your finger glinted in the moonlight.

And using that tiger-strength, Atsushi dug his claws into the ancient tree bark and began to climb. Higher and higher until you both broke through the canopy cover and could look to the millions of stars winking at you overhead.

"Oh, Atsushi." You breathed in awe, taking in the wonders above. "Oh, it's beautiful."

Your husband nuzzled into your hair and whispered, "Each one represents all the lifetimes I'd still find and fall in love with you in."

ᯓ★𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀

: ̗̀➛ It had initially been you and your General lover's plan to keep your engagement quiet and have a small affair away from town. Just the two of you, because Chuuya thought some of his colleagues were insufferable pains in his ass, and all hell would break loose if they were to figure out they had a wedding plan on their hands. It was, however, unfortunate, that you two had been discussing what type of ceremony you'd like to have when Hirotsu was just about to turn one of the corners. It took exactly one hour for the entire Port Mafia to know. Two for it to reach the Armed Detective Agency.

: ̗̀➛ It was no longer a personal affair. This wedding became a spectacle within the Mafia's ranks. From the lowest levels all the way to the boss himself, everyone was abuzz with ideas and anticipation, excited that one of their top brass was getting married and they could all take advantage of the time off to have a grand party. Chuuya threatened to resign several times, you always laughed at how excited the entire criminal organisation became at the prospect of celebration.

: ̗̀➛ True to the boss' word, you and Chuuya's wedding was held in one of the grandest churches Yokohama had to offer — having mysteriously skipped the two year waiting list. The building was laved in gold and stain glass windows. Chuuya wore a fine suit of blood-red and a black tie that contrasted with his wild curls, his hard blue eyes. But when they saw you come down the aisle, they softened, and when he said his vows to you, you never thought anyone would look at you with such adoration ever again.

: ̗̀➛ The main event was held in the bowels of the Port Mafia — one of the largest show-rooms this organisation had to offer, with chandeliers hanging from the ceilings and a private band playing any songs they were requested. Chuuya, for the majority of your reception, could not seem to keep his hands off of you. If you were not by his hip, his eyes would instantly go searching for you within the throng of party-goers. When he did find you, he would place a hand to the small of your back, he'd lean in to kiss you and say;

"There you are, my wife."

: ̗̀➛ There was another reason as to why Chuuya Nakahara was originally so hellbent on taking your wedding somewhere more quiet and peaceful. And it came in the form of a brunet ex-partner waltzing into the organisation's party, a broad simper on his infuriating face. Dazai Osamu took your hand and kissed the back of it, extending his deepest sympathies and that if you ever needed to blow off steam, he could give you his number.

: ̗̀➛ The Port Mafia ballroom had originally started off with three grand chandeliers. After Dazai had purred those taunting words, there was then, only two.

: ̗̀➛ After the many shards had been swept from the floor by a cleaning crew, the private band struck an up-beat quartet. Both you and your newly-wed husband took to the floor for the first dance. Chuuya's hand splayed protectively against your back, his other gloved palm slotting into yours and guiding you to twirl, skip, spin.

𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 . . .

"Shit, sorry." He grumbled when your foreheads were touching, the proximity sending his breath fanning across your cheeks. His pointy canines were jutting against his bottom lip. "That motherfucker — he just makes me see red."

"Hey, it's okay." You said, catching his eyes. "Because I love you. You, Nakahara. I am all yours and no one else's."

Those words touched something deep within this man's chest. Of course, the proof that you were his sat in the form of two stacked rings on your left hand, but to hear it. To look into your beautiful eyes and see the amount of love there.

He surprised you by reaching down to your hips and lifting you up, twirling you around, around, around.

"And I'm forever yours, babydoll."

ᯓ★𝐅𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐄𝐕𝐒𝐊𝐘

: ̗̀➛ The initial letter you received from Fyodor asking for your hand in marriage — originally, you believed it to be fake. A shallow joke from someone who knew of you and the mastermind's occasional on-and-off relationship whenever he returned to your homeland. But as you traced the delicate loops of the handwriting that looked so much like his own, in the intimate moonlight beams of late night — you'd let yourself imagine. Hope. Only for it to swell and dwindle like ashes of a flame. Because there was just no way he would ask to marry you. That he would marry, at all.

: ̗̀➛ It was fitting then; how palpable your shock was when the slender, pale man you had accidentally fallen in love with — like a fool — was standing on the other side of your door that early morning. You had blinked hard, rubbed your eyes, wondered if you were weary from too many sleepless nights. When the stars had cleared from your vision, he was still there. An amused little smile stretched against his lips.

"So? Are you ready to get married?" You stared at him. And stared. And then dropped your morning cup of coffee onto the tiles of your hallway.

: ̗̀➛ At the news of your sudden betrothal, your family were both elated with a healthy dose of scepticism. Who is this man you are intending to marry, they fluttered around you with questions when you broke the news. Fyodor? I've never heard you speak of him, why do you intend to marry this man, girl? At that, you had smiled, not bothering to hide the small heat of blush on your ears, and murmured;

"Because he's a thief, and he stole my heart a very long time ago."

: ̗̀➛ The wedding was held in an old cathedral of gothic architecture. You don't think you've ever seen Fyodor look so refined; standing there in his simple suit of stone-grey with a black shirt. He had his hair tucked behind his ears, his eyebags were a little less pronounced, his skin brighter — but perhaps that was just the early-morning light. When you stood before your husband to-be and handed your heart over to him, for him, there was a shift in his eyes. You could not explain it, but you knew it ran deep. You knew that in his own way, he was also handing himself over to you. And you would accept all of him, just like you accepted his name.

: ̗̀➛ Much to the dismay of your family, you did not hold a wedding reception after the ceremony, but that was only because Fyodor decided to walk with you through the freezing streets of Moscow. He held your hand, and even though on many nights where you lay together he was stone-cold, today, he felt warm.

𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 . . .

"Fyodor?"

"Hmm?" He answered, noticing the sheepish tone in your voice. You looked up at him with those big doe eyes.

"Why did you ask to marry me?"

Fyodor held your gaze for a long, pregnant second. It was at that moment that a single flake of snow fluttered down from the grey sky and landed on his immaculate suit. Then another. Each one the same colour as your dress, each one different to the rest.

Fyodor held out his hand to catch them. "Why does the snow fall? Because it is natural. It is meant to be. I married you because it is the way I wish to fall. With you, by my side."

✎ . . . requested by the lovely @cocodrilofeliz!

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[rubyblue2005]

Since it is already established that Atsushi's ability, Byakko, can negate any of his wounds. Does this mean that if Atsushi dyes his hair a colour that Byakko does not like, the tiger can simply uno reverse Atsushi's decision?

This is a burning question I have

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[cherrieflavouredheadcanons]

hi hii! when you have the time, could you do headcanons for nikolai when he’s lovesick and pining for someone that he has a crush on? also pls stay safe from covid🙏🏾🙏🏾

…Oh god this took me so long to answer based on the stay safe from covid message. (Ik covid still exists but no one really wishes that anymore) I am so sorry for how long this took me to answer, I hope you like it! CW: Reader gets hurt (not by Nikolai), "Who did this to you?" trope used, Usual Nikolai behaviour GN Reader

Nikolai crushing on you

At first he doesn’t even realise he has developed a crush. Sure he likes being around you and annoying you, but he does that with everyone in his life so why should this be different? At least that is what he thinks. That is until he starts noticing the small details about you. Like how your nose scrunches up slightly when he is extra annoying or the twinkle in your eyes or the way your laugh can light up a room and -

Holy shit he has developed a crush. 

Nikolai is just confused when the realisation hits him. He honestly had no idea when or how it happened, suddenly you were everything he could think about and he longed to see you smile. If he was having a bad day a smile from you could make it better. 

Now let's be real here. Nikolai is not a subtle man. So his pining won’t be subtle either. He is not the type of guy who lovingly gazes at you and says nothing just to hope you will notice his yearning. He of course still lovingly gazes at you but that’s more something he does in secret and not his main form of pining.

His way of flirting is to be as annoying as possible. Be prepared for him to pop out at random moments and scare you, just so he can see your surprised face. Nikolai will also just get 100 times more clingy. You could do literally anything and you will have an Ukranian clown hanging around you. 

While you of course notice that he is more clingy, you don’t think much of it. Nikolai sometimes has random mood swings so who knows, maybe this was just one of them? He is a bit annoyed that you don’t catch up on his flirting and pining, because he thinks it's obvious.

While he still is his goofball self around you, there is one moment where you see a side of him you have never seen before, and it surprises you.

You somehow had gotten involved into a fight with some ability users and came out of it with bruises and a bit of blood on you. You had planned to just quickly get home and wash it off and treat your wounds. That was until Nikolai suddenly appeared out of nowhere to surprise hug you, making you yelp in pain because he had pressed on a bruise.

He let go immediately and took a good look at you, taking in your battered up sigh. His normally playful look turns cold and serious. His voice even drops deeper when he asks you “Who did this to you?” You don’t want to answer, knowing how he can get but he insists. When you look into his eyes you expect the crazy look he gets when he is about to go murder someone, but instead you see worry, fear and…love. All things you never expected to see in Nikolai’s eyes. Seeing how he looks at you, you decide to tell him who hurt you, though still somewhat reluctantly.

Once he has the information he needs, Nikolai kisses your forehead and leaves to take care of the people who hurt you. And maybe, once he is done and has disposed of them he is going to ask you out on a date. Afterall he deserves a reward for what he is about to do.

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[suchagreatimetobealive]

𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 ~°•*'▪︎

Insecure!Reader x Chuuya Nakahara.

— Small drabble.

— My first time writing something like this please don't come at me.

There are a lot of issues that working for the mafia can give; many paranoias of any kind.

Of course the one that's more relevant these days It's the silliest you could muster; jealousy.

Or inferiority, whatever that is.

Recently a new girl has joined the port; she is absolutely gorgeous.

Silky smooth brown hair that just looks so soft to the touch, it makes you dream about touching them. Emerald eyes so full of emotion, they make you stare at them, losing time to just admire the beauty of something so simple but mesmerising.

A style that has you go on your knees for her, that matches her personality so well; polite, elegant and patient. She is so kind to everyone, stern when she demands to be treated with the same respect she gives. You genuinely like her, you would love to befriend her, just be in good terms.. and at first, that was your intention.

But then.

Then there's your boyfriend; One of the most loyal executives, Chuuya Nakahara.

You love him so much, your heart is so full sometimes you feel like it could burst out your chest, heavy with all the emotions this man gives you.

He never ever gave you any doubt about his loyalty, he never tried anything, he is so spontaneous it makes you laugh sometimes, how he doesn't appreciate when others try to flirt with him, or touch him inappropriately.

The newcomer in your job just makes you doubt about yourself; you are a kind, respected girl. Everybody enjoys your presence, and you aren't ugly at all. The first time your best friend saw you, he flirted with you (he flirts with any woman he sees, but still). And Chuuya worship you like you are the only girl he has the pleasure to see every day.

But she's so.. perfect. She has a perfect face shape, a perfect nose, lips, body.

You are pretty, but are you this pretty?

It makes you wonder; are you enough for Chuuya?

It happens on free evenings that you, Chuuya and other members spend time together, chattering about whatever comes to mind with a drink in hand in some bar that luckily never smells too bad.

And there are days she also agrees to come.

Like today. And you hate with all your energy how your chest tighten, the hunger and thirst disappearing and not making a sign of coming back throughout all the night.

You rest next to Chuuya, your head itching to lean on his shoulder as he holds you with an arm wrapped around your waist like he always does, keeping you close to him with the other hand occupied by a glass of expensive wine.

He also often hold the drink in front of your face, silently asking if you want some with his eyes, since he noticed you didn't touch anything and it's been hours. He knows you might come shy at times, he's just a bit confused since you know most these people like the back of your hand.

But you don't really feel like drinking, or eating at all, and It's not because of your shyness.

Her laugher sometimes invades your senses, such a pleasurable sound to hear. Her voice is also so velvety, like a melody. Maybe you are making a big deal out of it.

If you were to talk about this to your best friend he would flick his finger on your forehead and tell you to not worry (Or ask her if she's willing to commit a "romantic" double suicide with him).

You don't realise how concerned you made Chuuya until you walk out of the bar, only you and him getting greeted by the night sky that watches over you.

Two steady arms are wrapped safely around your waist, worried blue enchanting eyes scanning yours almost wishing they could understand what has gotten into you without you having to explain it.

"Darlin', are you okay?" Now holding your cheeks, his gloved fingers caress your skin softly, and you almost melt to the touch. You can see it; the endless devotion he feels towards you, covered by that worry he feels, which pushed him to get up from his seat and drag you outside the bar with him.

You don't know how you can be jealous about this man at this point.

He shows how much he wants and would choose you over anyone in any single way he can, so genuinely, subconsciously and spontaneously that you can't stop the tears of appreciation from running down your cheeks, now his eyes even more worried than before as a never-ending trail of thoughts of why you are crying right now travels on his brain.

Since he has no idea and you are not talking, he do what he can do best; act.

He softly pushes your head on his chest, his arms going back to wrap around your body like a safety blanket, protecting you from everything and everyone.

"I love you so much" you manage to whisper, so barely you doubt he heard you, until a response is thrown back at you, which almost makes you bark out a laugh; "I love you too, sweets. But please if these are tears of happiness tell me, you nearly gave me an heart attack"

#bsd #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #bsd chūya #bsd chuuya nakahara #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #bungou stray dogs chuuya #chuuya nakahara bsd #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs fanfic #bungo stray dogs fanart #bungou stray dogs headcanon #dazai osamu x reader #bsd x reader #bsd drabbles #bsd drabble

[hoicacti]

Dazai has had to trampoline up to Chuuya before because Chuuya floats away sometimes when upset

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #soukoku #osamu dazai #dazai bsd #chuuya bsd #skk hc #bsd hc #bsd hcs #headcannons #headcanons #bungou stray dogs headcanon

[pillow-anime-talk]

a little bit of comfort.

request: hello :D i saw you write for sigma and fyodor from bungo and are okay with somewhat heavier topics, so could i request headcanons for them two with an s/o who was neglected by their parents as a child and had to grow up quickly to provide for their younger sister; and still from time to time gets caught up and upset thinking about it, blaming themselves for not doing more for their sister and somehow having convinced themself that it's their fault their parents didn’t love them enough to look after them? so just comfort headcanons about that i suppose :D my pronouns are they/he so either or is fine <3 thank you and tyt!

# tags: headcanon; current relationships & siblings relation; slice of life; dark themes; angst; drama; but also fluff; comforting; mention of crying & death; rather sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. sigma & fyodor dostoevsky {bsd}

author’s note: *hugs*

— SIGMA

↘ Life has never been kind to you, you could even say that very often there were logs thrown under your feet by fate that you tripped over very often.

↘ Very quickly, because at the age of seventeen, you had to grow up enough to take your first job in your life and finish school. In the beginning, you worked as a kitchen help, waitress/waiter and cleaner in a hotel near the one-room apartment you rented for yourself and your sister. You couldn’t count on your parents’ support, so after graduating from school, you took up any job that could help you support yourself, your younger siblings, your apartment, and at the same time replenish your fridge and, from time to time, your wardrobe.

↘ You had no time for a private life, you focused one hundred percent on your younger sister, who was still in school and still needed textbooks and notebooks. Fortunately, the teachers were understanding, and you could count on a small subsidy from the state, but it was not a lot of money.

↘ Many nights were nights full of tears and helplessness for you, but you always tried to smile and support your sister. You were a real angel and a really great person who, despite being tired and unwilling to live, gave their best over the years.

↘ One day, during the morning shift in a cafe, you served guests at the tables, serving them ready-made breakfasts and coffee. Back then, one of your clients was Sigma. A calm man who stands out from the crowd thanks to his really long, well-groomed hair. During the conversation with him, you felt inner peace, as if you could again experience the warmth of home and a moment of rest.

↘ You quickly woke up from your trance though and went to get a sandwich and an espresso.

↘ From then on, Sigma came almost every day, always leaving you a tip and a shy smile.

↘ After several weeks of daily visits by the man to the cafe, you decided to get to know him. You joked that he should get a discount for being a regular customer and thanked him again for the tips, which really meant a lot to you and your little sister. You introduced yourself and offered your coffee of the day while Sigma also told you his name and added that he had only recently moved into town.

↘ After ordering, he asked what time your shift ends, and when you truthfully said nine o’clock in the evening, he narrowed his eyes slightly. It was eight o’clock in the morning... so that meant you were on a very long shift.

↘ Without question, he proposed to meet in the evening and you gladly agreed, though you added that you couldn’t be back too late because your sister was home alone.

↘ This evening was one of the most enjoyable moments in many, many years. You didn’t have many friends, you lost contact with practically everyone and your only friends were from work or odd jobs, so such a longer, honest conversation was a blessing for you. You spoke a bit about your life and financial problems, and you told more about your sister and your parents who abandoned you many years ago. Sigma listened attentively to all your words.

↘ The moment you finished the monologue, he just looked at you warmly.

↘ “It’s not your fault, don’t blame yourself for your parents’ mistakes. They should raise you, not you... If you don’t mind, I can help you. I don’t know how yet, but I’d really like to take this burden off your back.” He spoke honestly, and you were touched by the sound of his words.

↘ You waited many years for any words of comfort and you were really happy that it was Sigma who first reminded you of your worth.

↘ No wonder you fell in love with him over time and felt better physically and mentally with him by your side.

— FYODOR

↘ You and Fyodor met many years ago when you were still living with your parents and you had a seemingly happy family.

↘ Fyodor was there for you when you were on the street with your younger sister, when you were hungry because you hadn’t eaten for three days, when you couldn’t find your place in this disgusting world, when you felt lonely and dirty because the shower was for you just a distant dream.

↘ You had to grow up very quickly and make it clear – you have to forget about the pleasures and friends from high school and focus on work and your sister. A sister who required basic feminine hygiene products, clothes and books.

↘ Fortunately, this crazy and uncertain idea was quickly knocked out of your mind while talking to Fyodor.

↘ The dark-haired man was two years older than you, so for several months he worked, saved money and supported himself. During one of your meetings in the park, he offered you to stay with him, provided that you finish school and normalize your mental health enough to be able to take a job – he didn’t want too much responsibility to rest on you and your psyche. Of course, you graduated from high school and took a part-time job that turned into a full-time job.

↘ A man in his twenties helped you with everything from a roof over your head to small gifts that made you very happy (usually candles and tea in your favorite flavor). So it's no wonder that, living together on a few square meters, you just fell in love with him. He was kind, helpful, gallant, and stood by you through the worst moments of your life. He saw you with your eyes puffy from crying, drunk and begging for death, tired from your day shift and empty inside.

↘ At first, of course, you hid your feelings, but they were too visible – both by your sister, co-workers and the two of you. Love gave you a little bit of happiness in this dark life that made you want to breathe and grow again.

↘ Fyodor was thoughtful and calm, believing that despite the lack of a parental hand over you and the heavy pressure of society to be an ideal worker, elder sibling, and a person in your own right, you would manage and overcome everything that stood in your way.

↘ Even though sometimes the nights were sleepless or full of nightmares, you managed to have Fyodor by your side, who didn’t have an easy life himself. You understood each other without words, sometimes even a simple nap under a blanket or a short hug was enough for you and damn precious.

↘ This relationship helped you get through the worst so it can only get better.

#— 🍓 #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs headcanon #bungou stray dogs headcanons #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x you #bungou stray dogs x y/n #bsd #bsd headcanon #bsd headcanons #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #sigma #sigma headcanons #sigma headcanon #sigma x reader #sigma x you #sigma x y/n #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor dostoevsky headcanons #fyodor dostoevsky headcanon #fyodor dostoevsky x reader #fyodor dostoevsky x you #fyodor dostoevsky x y/n

[poe-tat]

Random hc based on something canon and my insta feed lmao

Bike=motorcycle (I'm too lazy to type that rn)

Okay so we know Chuuya had a bike right

Apparently he had a car????

And we know Dazai blew up his car right

So what if...

2 things

1) Dazai likes bikes or something

Or

2) he was being helpfully unhelpful

How?

Dazai knows that there are people who likes bikes

And was trying to help by blowing up his car or something

This is stupid but like what if...

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo head cannons #bungou stray dogs headcanon #bsd dazai #bsd dazai osamu #bsd chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #bsd skk #skk #this is so stupid #im so delusional #lmao

[blvcklizard]

Ridiculous BSD headcanons I refuse to let go of

Lucy and Poe bonded over their crushes on an ADA member and are best friends now

Tecchou is ambidextrous

Both Higuchi and Tachihara had their bi awakening when they found out that Gin was a girl

Twain has a YouTube channel and only stopped uploading random casual moments of the other members or him playing pranks on them after Fitzgerald threatened to fire him

#i know i mentioned the Tecchou one before. and i'll do it again #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd lucy #lucy bsd #bsd poe #poe bsd #bsd tecchou #tecchou bsd #bsd higuchi #higuchi bsd #bsd tachihara #tachihara bsd #bsd mark twain #mark twain bsd #headcanon #headcanons #bungou stray dogs headcanon #bungou stray dogs headcanons

[windyskiez]

Orphanage AU Dazai (Random bsd headcannon)

Actually in the fifteen novel its stated he's not an orphan, but my headcannon is his parents aren't dead, just left him for some reason.

-Dazai stayed at same orphanage as Atsushi after his parents abandoned him.

-Anyways, they met each other once when they were kids, but neither of them remember the past, due to how hard the Port Mafia influenced Dazai, his memories of the orphanage became blurry. As for Atsushi, he never actually knew since he passed out.

-It was one of those nights in the orphanage that Atsushi was being bullied. A larger kid tried to cut his hair using a pair of scissors, but as Atsushi struggled, the scissors sank into his forehead, causing him to bleed.

-Unbeknownst to him, the tiger soon took control of him again, and he started attacking the bullies, who fled in panic.

-Only one person dared to approach him in this state, who was Dazai. As the tiger tried to attack him, it ended up reverting beck into Atsushi, who just dropped on the floor unconscious.

-The younger Dazai noticed the wound on Atsushi's forehead, and unwrapping one of his bandages from his hand, he carefully bandaged his wound before taking his leave.

-A few days later, a group consisting of men in black suits came to the orphanage. That was the Port Mafia in its early days. Wanting to see the true nature of humanity, Dazai volunteered to join them.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #bsd atsushi #bungou stray dogs atsushi #atsushi nakajima #nakajima atsushi #bsd headcanons #bungou stray dogs headcanon

[neurodiversequeer]

aurgh.... thinking abt that one headcanon that fyodor wants to get rid of abilities so he can get rid of his own..... and like with what we know now what if that's the only way he can truly die? like what if his ability isn't fully at will and whenever he's killed he's forced to take over someone else's body? I have a weakness for the "immortal who just wants to finally die" trope and I'm losing it at the moment

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd hcs #bsd headcanons #bungo stray dogs headcanons #bungo stray dogs hcs #bungou stray dogs headcanon #bsd fyodor #bungo stray dogs fyodor #bungou stray dogs fyodor

[emomarktwain]

Lovecraft headcanons!

Agender!!! Or Casgender, he does not care what pronouns you call him. Just call him lovecraft 😋

Pronouns anything!! (My icon)

Doesn't remember his age or birthday, so Francis made it up for him

He has blue blood...

Him and Bram were besties (maybe a bit more) for centuries

Mark showed him metal music... HE LIKED IT!! metalhead Lovecraft!!!

Some of the most awful and MESSY hand writing 😭 you know the signature doctor handwriting? His looks like that but on accident-

Also is John's husband, idc!!! They're canon AND in so much love

Idk why but kinda shaky hands?? Cannot explain it but he gives me vibes of that (me too bro)

(this is kinda a few- he's been my favorite for so long please!!)

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungou gay dogs #bsd headcanons #h.p. lovecraft #bsd lovecraft #bungou stray dogs lovecraft #hp lovecraft #bsd howard phillips lovecraft #howard phillips lovecraft #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs headcanon #Steincraft is canon!!!

[milky-aeons]

𝐅𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄

ᯓ★ starring: dazai osamu, kunikida doppo, atsushi nakajima, chuuya nakahara and ranpo edogawa; what their honeymoon would be like.

warnings: marriage, female reader, wife reader, sexual content for dazai, kunikida and chuuya, mentions of death, bondage, swearing, mentions of vomiting, alcohol intake, mdni, w.c 4.2k

𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 . . .

To honeymoon after one's wedding was not as practiced in Japan as it was the western world — however, Dazai, of course, jumped at any opportunity to slack off from work. A week away from the city with his newly married wife sounded right up the agent's alley.

And when Dazai Osamu was given an inch, he always strove to take a mile.

"Kunikida-kun is going to kill you when we get back, Dazai." You scolded your husband sitting at your side. But when you turned to him, attempting to pin him down with a look, you just couldn't help the sides of your lips curling into a smile. "Like — actually kill you, this time."

Dazai rolled his head, humming a musical sound. "To have my life ended under the cold, bony hands of an Idealist. How could you even speak those words, my love?"

"Only you would find a way to convince the President that a week away in Okinawa would be good for two of his agents. Paid all inclusively, too. What did you call it?" You quirked an eyebrow. "Sand resistance and underwater training?"

The briny sea air teased at his loose shirt and wild, unkempt curls, making him look like a divinity — a mythical creature of the ocean. Both of you sat side by side on the coast's cool sands; sipping from a bottle of sake, watching the sunset bleed the sky into twilight. After spending the day full of adventurous activities; wandering nature trails, stopping for a late-afternoon lunch under the canopy of marine trees, only to take each other by the hand and venture through the Churaumi aquarium's glass blue halls — you both had been content to cuddle up and watch the stars, that evening. Listening to the lull of the sea, talking about everything and nothing at all.

Dazai cocked his head in that funny little way he always did. "Is that not what we're doing?"

"Of course," You agreed, and then leaned over to poke the tip of his nose. His surprised little blink almost had your heart melting into a puddle. "And tomorrow, I expect you up bright and early, because we have an extra strenuous day of whale watching to attend."

Dazai leaned in, as if you were both sharing a secret, and touched his warm forehead against yours. It made your pulse flutter; the shade of his eyes, so complex when he was this close. They softened into something a lot more sultry. "Hmm? Whale watching? I was under the impression our schedule was already taken up tomorrow, though."

"Oh?" You smiled, your breath mingling. "Do divulge me, Osamu."

That was when he went for you. Pouncing with the agility of a leopard, a beast, until he had pulled you against his lean body and you were both rolling around in the sand — shrieking and chuckling.

"I am to accompany my beautiful princess bride on a mission that could mean life or death! World dominion or forever peace! The very nature of things hangs in the balance and I have the key to it, right in my very hands!"

"Osamu—you're—!" You chortled. "Stop! You'll get sand in my ears!"

He brought your rolling bodies to a halt with you laying flush against him. There was mirth dancing in his eyes, his face — looking at you like he was a teenager in love for the very first time. He pouted playfully.

"You don't want to hear my master plan to save the world?"

"You just don't want to go whale watching."

"Hmm~" He purred, and you felt those long fingers begin to trail up your thighs — so sensitive, almost completely bare to him underneath the cotton beach skirt you wore. They drew languid, mind-numbing circles that traced a picture of fire from your thighs, the small back, your thighs again. You found yourself arching back instinctively into them.

Dazai craned his neck up then — just so he could trail his lips against the shell of your ear and whisper, "Because I am much more inclined to hear someone else moan for me all day, instead."

The last of his words were accompanied with his palms coming down on your ass, squeezing possessively — the shock of it lurching you forward a little. You gasped, and he revelled in it. You could see it in the way his tawny eyes darkened into a promising mahogany. Whenever Dazai looked at you like that, it eddied any and all coherent thoughts from your mind. Just like the first time you met him, the second, the millionth, you'd never tire from marvelling in your husband's beauty. Both on his gorgeous face and inside his well-protected soul.

You just had to peel back each and every layer he had learned to build up until you coaxed it out. But you would wait — for him, you would wait a lifetime.

Chuckling a heady sound, you leaned down, ghosting your lips over his parted ones. When he shifted up to try and connect your mouths together — you were mean. You pulled just out of his reach, grinning a wicked, vixen-like smile.

"All day?" You challenged. "But—oh—!"

A yelp tore from your throat when Dazai startled you by surging foreword and rolling until you were beneath him; trapped underneath his long, caging arms. His bangs tickled your face when he pitched forward to arrest you in his intense stare. Holding so much weight, so much promise, that it sent a thousand sparks of pleasure racing from the crown of your head right to the tips of your toes.

"Every day, my beautiful wife."

You didn't think either of you could wait until then.

𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐀 . . .

After the rather formal affair that was you and Kunikida Doppo's wedding; a honeymoon was far removed from your mind. So you were surprised, when your new husband approached you one morning, two long-distance train tickets held firmly in his grip. The ledgers are already taken care of, he had assured you when protests rose on your tongue, you needn't worry. There is enough staff to cover our absence.

There was something — something fiercely intense in his eyes when he had said those words, too. Of course, your husband Kunikida Doppo was a fierce man by nature; it was one of the many things you had learned to love about him. But then, you had been unable to place the heat in his eyes, the way his body strained towards you — as if holding some monstrous part of himself back.

You had been unable to place it — that was, until now.

His naked body stalked around the foot of the bed — soft, buttery light throwing all of his defined muscles into focus. The curtains of this private suite were decorated with cotton and cashmere, letting as much natural light into the room as possible while still offering you two some privacy. In fact, one of the drapes from your bathroom window were missing — but that was because it had been wound tightly around your wrists, pinning you to the headboard.

"One hundred and forty-five." Kunikida spoke suddenly.

Through your lust addled mind, you tried to parse his words. Your brows came down over confused eyes. "W-What?"

He stopped, snapping his Ideal book closed in one hand. And when he turned towards you — God, your tongue pasted to the roof of your mouth. He was marvellous. He was breath-taking — his blond hair let loose around his shoulders, the length of him standing stiff and erect for you to see.

"One hundred and forty-five," He repeated. The mattress dipped when he leaned one knee against it, then the other. "That is the amount of days which have passed since I had the first indecent thought about you."

He might as well already be touching you — the way those words instructed a shiver to race down your bare skin. Kunikida pitched forward so he was on all fours now — and with savouring slowness, he began to crawl towards you.

"O-Oh?" Was the only coherent thing you could get out. Your eyes darted all over him, you tried to rub your thighs together to garner some type of friction since he was so adamant to tease you. Kunikida's quick-silver eyes noticed the movement, however, and reached a large hand out. He flattened it on the bare skin of your thigh; a silent command for you to be still.

Frustrated, you levelled a heated glare at him, huffing, "This is no way to treat your new wife."

"Believe me," Kunikida's tone was controlled — always controlled, but you delighted in the fact that his lips twitched into a smile. "I have every intention of treating my wife very well, indeed."

Your breasts strained taut when he came to settle himself just over you and leaned up — bracketing your hips with those strong thighs. Ever since he had gotten your clothes off; Kunikida Doppo could not stop himself from just looking at you. An extremely controlling part of him was overcome with the mind-consuming urge to lock you up and keep you all for himself. But he knew he could not do that. So here he would revel, every moment he could, in you flushed and bare beneath him. Begging him with your eyes to touch you, to relieve that ache only he had caused.

Shit, Kunikida Doppo thought when he looked down at you, he'd pay only the finest artist to paint you like this. But then he'd have to rip their damn hand off.

He reached a hand out to trail it against your twitching tummy muscles. The hand which brandished that newly crafted gold band.

"It was exactly 11:48am, Tuesday the 7th," Kunikida murmured in a deep, throaty voice. His eyes glazed over as he trailed his fingers all over you — from your naval to your breastbone to letting them dance across the planes of your face. "When you walked into the main office with a large stack of reports a certain someone has been slackin' on. You bent over — in that tight little skirt you always wear," He inhaled, dragging your bottom lip gently with his thumb. "And I was overcome."

"O-Overcome?" You echoed. If he kept this up, you were very certain your new husband would make your heart burst out of your chest. You burned, you needed him like your air, like the blood roaring in your ears.

Kunikida leaned in close enough until he was all you could see. He dropped his voice, and the words rumbled out of his chest.

"Overcome with the need to bend you against the table and fuck you, right then and there."

A small whimper climbed up your throat. Like a butterfly, caught and pinned against a board, you fluttered restlessly beneath him. Kunikida placed the softest kisses against your skin; but you could feel the tension that tremored underneath his marble skin. He was taking his time. He was adamant to keep you here for as long as possible just to savour you, over and over again.

And you were more than willing to oblige.

"And now," You whispered, hot and needy, against him. "You have me right where you want me, Kunikida."

Your husband groaned and began to roll his hips against you — absolutely unable to help himself when you said those words. Gasping, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you were barely lucid enough to hear him growl out the words;

"And you'll always have me at your mercy, darling."

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈 . . .

You and Atsushi had decided to get married under the gentle blossoms of springtime, but it had always been your dream to escape on a winter's honeymoon. Of course, when you broached the topic with him a couple of weeks before the ceremony, Atsushi took some time to gradually warm to the idea. He had never been out of the country, after all, and the thought of boarding a metal tube that soared thousands of feet in the air definitely did not appeal to his feline side.

"It's... so it doesn't stop off, somewhere?" He had asked you with those adorable wide eyes. "What if I need to pee?"

His country naivety was all too amusing to you — a warm grin brightened your face, and to stifle the chuckle, you buried into his silver hair, instead.

"There are toilets on the plane. And refreshments, and seats." You replied to him. "Besides, there'd be nowhere for us to stop off. We'd have to cross over the ocean, after all."

"T-The ocean?!"

The Harbin Ice and Snow festival held its open ceremony a few months after you and Atsushi's marriage, but once you got there, you knew it had been well worth the wait. The city was crafted with ice structures and snowy castles, illuminated by floodlights that coloured them all different shades. Both bundled in layers, you and your husband walked side-by-side through them, warming the other's hand. Atsushi bought you a delicious hot chocolate to share, and never missed the chance to kiss the cream off of your face.

"I have no idea how you're not wearing gloves," You said to him one evening as you strolled around the resort. From here, the blanketed mountains stood stark against the night sky, littered with evergreen trees. Each step you took crunched the snow beneath you.

"Ah," Atsushi piqued. He then lifted his hands to show them to you, and when you inspected them closer; you noticed that he had coated them in a thick layer of tiger fur. "Ta-dah!"

The funny sight caught you so off guard that you doubled over giggling. "What a convenient talent. I wish I could do that when I get cold!"

"You know I would if I could," He said, the warm sincerity of it coming to hug around you like your very own blanket. "But there's something that I can do."

"Oh?" You leaned up to regard your new husband — only to realise that he was no longer by your side. Instead, he had taken a few strides ahead, leaning forward onto all fours in that familiar position he took before an ability activation. Whoosh, the snow whipped up to bite your cheeks, the entire landscape was drowned out in the supernatural blue light as he shifted from man to beast.

The bands of light exploded to leave him in their remnants — only bigger, furrier, and so much more deadly. Not an ounce of fear touched your body, however — because even though standing in his place was a monstrous weretiger that prowled towards you; those were still Atsushi's eyes. The tender bump he gave you with his head still belonged to the person who had Atsushi's soul — your Atsushi.

You carded your fingers lovingly through his coat. "Hello, there." You murmured, taking his big head in your hands and scratching behind his ears. "What brings you here, Mr. Weretiger?"

Atsushi's honey-gold eyes held yours for a moment. Then, he made a swishing movement with his head — an indication for you to follow. You knitted your eyebrows, initially confused at what he wanted when he couldn't use human speech — but when he lay down in the snow and made his back easier for you to reach, you suddenly realised.

"Oh, okay." You hummed, manoeuvring to the side of his massive body and hiking your leg up. Shifting, you found a comfortable sitting position on his back. But not before you cuddled into his soft fur a little. "You are so warm, no wonder you don't need gloves."

His great big lungs reverberated when he spoke something you couldn't understand. Atsushi padded the snow — an indication that he was going to move, letting you know to hold on tight — before straightening up to his full height.

Then, he was running.

Galloping through the snow scape like you weighed absolutely nothing at all — the wind ripping through your hair, smattering your cheeks in little flecks of snowflakes. You gripped on tight to his coat, feeling the wild rush of adrenaline spike in your blood. His great big paws ate up the distance with agility, with grace. As easy and breathing for him in this form. You held on tight to your husband's body when he hopped from rock to rock, from tree to tree, taking you through your very own winter wonderland on a night you'd never forget.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 . . .

After the unholy shitshow — as your husband eloquently puts it — that was your wedding reception, it was safe to assume that Chuuya Nakahara was adamant to get out of the country in order to spend a few days alone with you. Somewhere extremely far away. And what better place was there, than the classy city of romance and wine?

He had been cunning in the preparations, refusing to reveal anything until it was the evening you scheduled to fly out on one of the Port Mafia's private air jets. Sure; the plane had been in regular use to smuggle large shipments of drugs across the Japanese border, but Chuuya had gone to touching lengths in order to make it special for you.

The inside was completely cleaned out and lavished with first-class opulence. When you stood in the hanger, suitcase in tow, you couldn't believe how beautiful he had made it look. And when he handed you a flute of fizzing champagne before boarding, he pulled you in by the waist; kissed you on the cheek, and said, are ya ready to see the real Eiffel Tower, sweetheart?

The sheer beauty of Paris was all you needed to make up for the long-haul flight over. Each building towered above you; beige stonework, panelled windows, the smell of fresh baked goods and coffee in the air. Chuuya walked with his hand on your back through the winding cobblestone walkways. He did not complain once when you spent hours busying around the shopping district La Vallée, gushing at all the quaint boutiques and bakeries. He bought as many pastries as your heart so desired. And on your last night, he told you to wear your finest dress, and took you on a boat ride around the city.

"This mustn't have been good for your bank account," You pouted, leaning over the side of the boat to admire the glossy river water. "Even for you."

Chuuya popped a piece of steak into his mouth. One eyebrow quirked. "I thought I told ya never to worry about money when you're with me, doll. Even more so now that you're my wife."

My wife, you closed your eyes, savouring the sound of it wearing his voice like the meal in front of you. It still sounded so foreign — a little out of place, when you had just gotten used to being to as the General's fiancée. When you opened your eyes, you allowed yourself a few seconds to marvel at the man who worked to make all your desires come true — and not because he had to, but because he wanted to, he loved to.

Chuuya's blue eyes twinkled underneath the fairy lights that hung from the boat's canopy. "What?"

You beckoned to all the other empty seats around you. "How did you manage to rent an entire boat for just the two of us, though?"

At that, your husband's lips lifted into a wide, vulpine smile. The type that made delicious heat lick down your spine.

"Do ya object to being on this big boat all alone with me, sweetheart?"

The heat cascading down your spine spread its fingers — until it was all over you, reaching the tips of your cheeks, the skin of your chest left exposed by the open dress. You swallowed, not breaking the eye contact, and placed your fork down with very precise movements.

You purposefully flicked your hair behind your shoulder — exposing your collarbone, the long column of your neck.

"Quite the contrary, my beautiful husband. In fact, I think the rocking could make riding you senseless feel extra good, if that was even possible."

There was a heartbeat where Chuuya didn't move. And then, the table was knocked to one side, there was a harsh clatter of metal and plates and his chair scraping against the deck when he surged for you.

You shrieked in delight when you felt his hands on your hips — hoisting you swiftly from the terrace chair and into his arms. Guiding your legs to wrap around his waist, you were held securely against him, looping your arms around his neck as he made quick work of the ships decking and down the stairs into your private bedroom.

When you both resurfaced onto the deck for some fresh air, you were blissfully unaware that the sun had risen and it had already become morning — but the crewmates definitely were.

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 (𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃) 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎 . . .

When your newly-wed husband Ranpo Edogawa pitched the idea of a honeymoon in Tokyo; initially, you were quite sceptical. Tokyo was a city packed with people and, God forbid; a very advanced transport system. Whatever could your particular partner want in the bustling capital of your country?

Roller-coaster rides and donuts and mickey mouse ears, apparently.

He was such a child at heart, you thought fondly as you watched him flutter around the food stalls at Tokyo's Disneyland Resort, pointing at all the colourful sweets he wanted to try. You suppose Ranpo never really had the opportunity to have a childhood; being hunted for his mind and hopping from job to job just to survive before he met the President. And you cherished that part of him. Your heart grew twice its size when he returned to you, a chest-full of of packaged goods and two sticks of candyfloss.

"According to my Deductions," Your husband boasted, thrusting the candy floss out to you. "Poo's Honey Hunt is the next attraction which will have the least amount of waiting time."

You took your candyfloss carefully from him. "Of course. Although do you think it's a good idea to go riding when you have a stomach full of sweets, Ranpo?"

He leaned back and guffawed. "Pwah! Nothing is impossible for the World's Greatest Detective!"

It turned out that spinning in a plastic honey pot one too many times was a little too much for the World's Greatest Detective, after all. You rubbed soothing circles against your husband's back and held his cape out of the way as he upheaved into a colourful trashcan the moment he stepped off of the ride. You hushed anything he tried to say, instead guiding him to sit with you by the riverside — watching the fairy tale boats float on by until the nausea subsided.

A bottle of water and a handful of pastries later; Ranpo Edogawa was right back on his feet again, dragging you by the hand to the next attraction with excited, skipping steps.

And when the sun dipped low behind the bright pink castle that was a landmark to the grounds and the sky darkened into twilight, your forever partner guided you across a beautiful bridge closed off to the public for the rest of the evening. Of course, you scolded him with each step, telling him that this would get you both in a world of trouble. Only for him to turn around and wink, assuring, the stewards only patrol this area of the park every quarter of an hour. We have at least twenty minutes until anybody will be near this area again.

"Ranpo, darling, I love you," You said to him, stepping over the foliage and onto the bridge painted with bright gold — mimicking those found in story books. "But if we get fined for this, I am taking away all of your sweet stash for at least a month."

He twirled around to face you when you came to a stop in the centre of the bridge; his hands folded behind his back. His tongue stuck out. "Boo. You wouldn't be able to figure out the code."

"You doubt the mind of a wife who is angry." You cooed, but were completely unable to help the smile that tickled your lips. You were like two schoolkids; sneaking around in a no-trespass area trying not to get caught. Although you didn't understand the entire reason as to why you were stalking around a closed area of the park late at night.

You decided to question him, tilting your head. "Remind me, why is it that we're slinking around Tinkerbell's Garden and running the risk of getting caught, again?"

Your question was left hanging when Ranpo decided to keep his lips shut. Instead, he lifted three fingers up in the air. You watched with knitted brows as he brought down one — leaving two left. Then, brought down the other. And just as he let the final finger close into his fist, there was a shrill whistle, a tail of sparks flying through the night—

BOOM!

The most brilliant firework exploded in the sky.

You gasped, turning to look above the canopy that hid you both. Boom, there was another — a brilliant explosion of red and yellow. Boom, boom, two at the same time. You were arrested in place, marvelling at the light show that sent a thousand sparkles reflecting in your eyes.

Warmth. Skin. Ranpo's hand coming to intertwine with yours. His soft lips ghosting your temple, whispering the words so sweet;

"They're almost just as beautiful as you, my wonderful wife."

ღ . . . the bsd men ON THEIR WEDDING DAY

✎ . . . requested by wonderful nonnie!

WRITING REQUESTS

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[rubyblue2005]

Atsushi was gifted a fake plant for one reason or another (By a grateful client or someone randomly left it on his doorstep- probably both) and Atsushi just rolled with it and kept it because it was something gifted to him.

Then, Akutagawa and Atsushi move in together for reasons and Atsushi tells Ryuunosuke that he doesn't need to water the plant. Akutagawa takes this as an insult thinking that Atsushi is trying to say he can't take care of a plant so he waters it regularly, like three times a week. Atsushi doesn't realize that Ryuunosuke doesn't know the plant they have is fake. Ryuunosuke continues to water the plant for months.

He only finds out the plant is a fake when he has to go on a mission for a week and Atsushi is busy with the ADA so he calls his sister, Gin, to ask her to water the plant only for her to confusedly ask why a plastic plant would need to be watered. To which Ryuunosuke hangs up... and Rashomon blows up.

Ryuunosuke is just fucking betrayed and bursts into the ADA. But Atsushi is off guiding Ranpo so everyone at the office are trying to figure out what the hell Atsushi did to upset the Port Mafia's Rabid Dog so much.

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[cherrieflavouredheadcanons]

Heyy I hope you’re okay! May I ask for anything sweet and a little nsfw for fukuzawa x reader?

Thanks in advance!

Of course! Ever since season 4 i started simping for him so I’m glad someone already sent in requests for him! I didn't really know what you wanted so I just went with really sweet smut headcanons. They are more fluff then smut so I hope you enjoy them anon!

CW: 18+, Vanilla sex, praise kink, Fukuzawa is a full on giver in this, its honestly just really sweet.

Reader is gender neutral and no genital parts are mentioned

Sweet Fukuzawa smut headcanons

First things first: This man is a soft dom.

Your pleasure is his top priority, he won’t even think of cumming himself before he hasn’t gotten you to orgasm at least twice.

Now his sex drive is not that high so sex between the two of you is not a thing he needs that often, but of course he loves and enjoys it whenever it happens and makes sure that both of you get the most out of it.

Whenever you get naked in front of him he looks at you like you hung the stars and it makes you feel like the most desired person.

His eyes are so full of the love he feels and his touches convey it as well.

Being with Fukuzawa means that you basically do not even have a chance to feel insecure and inadequate.

Kisses are pressed along your body, taking extra attention to whatever parts you may feel insecure about, making sure that you know that he loves them with all his heart.

When preparing you to take him, he is gentle, making sure you are lubed up enough as he keeps pressing kisses wherever he can reach.

Between those kisses Fukuzawa tells you the sweetest praise you ever heard, and with just one look at him you know that he believes everything he is saying which just makes you enjoy everything more

Now during these sweet moments he prefers to go slow, not wanting to overwhelm you and wanting to treasure each and every moment.

When he pushes in you he makes sure to intertwine your fingers with his, kissing you as he does so, swallowing the moans that escape your lips with his own.

His pace is slow and gentle, thrusting into you just at the right speed to make you see stars and moan out his name.

Of course during all of this his praise for you never stops.

“ You are taking me so well darling.”

“God you’re perfect for me’”

“You are the most beautiful person I have ever laid my eyes upon.”

These are just some of the praises he whispers into your ear as he keeps thrusting into you.

When you come he encourages you to be as loud as possible. “Come on my sweet darling, I want to hear you.”

After you have orgasmed he keeps rocking into you so he can finish as well, all while kissing along your neck, though when Fukuzawa comes he can’t hold himself back and bite your neck slightly as if to mark you.

Once you both come down from your respective highs, he makes sure you are okay and fully enjoys yourself.

Of course he will clean you off and bring you anything you need or want, his aftercare is the best in all of Yokohama

(I could go into full detail for it but I feel like that would be too much for now lol)

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[suchagreatimetobealive]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 ~°•*'▪︎

Fem!Cosplayer!Reader x Pm!Dazai Osamu

- I live with random inspirational drabbles that won't take me nowhere.

Your cosplay is perfect.

The tie is tied tightly, the black coat on your shoulders secure, the bandages around your arms are tighten not to unravel, the ones in your neck loose not to hurt but at the same time secure not to collapse with every breath you take. The one in your face itches way less than you thought.

You are ready.

Near your home, in a little park very pretty and kept clean, your group of friends organises every saturday a "themed party", in which any cosplayer can join to have fun with others, make new friends with the same interests and generally spend a good time socialising. Today is one of those days, and you choose to cosplay someone you never did before; Dazai Osamu in his port mafia era.

Last time you went you cosplayed Tsukasa Yugi, and you want to make an easier cosplay this time (and also because you are madly in love with the former executive).

As expected, when you put feet there, you find other cosplayers with the same character as yours; some cosplaying Dazai from his present days, others mafia and one you met also had a red scarf around his neck, bandages on the other side of his face, which means Beast.

As you reach for your friend, the cosplay of one of the genshin impact characters sticking out, so colorful that it seems to just attract your gaze onto him, your feet reach the spot as a big smile frame your face.

"Oh, Yn! How are you doing? I'm glad you could come" he smiles politely as he takes a bite of the sandwich between his hands "Did you eat anything?" He asks then, before you could have any chance of answering.

"No, I will go now. Just wanted to stop by, you having fun?" You raise an eyebrow as you hit your friend on the elbow "You managed to cosplay who you wanted at the end? You won't bother me anymore now right?" His gaze totally tells you otherwise.

"...I'll just go eat something" your defeated toned makes him laugh as he begs you from behind your shoulders to forgive him.

As your hand grabs a sweet from the table, a hand tap your shoulder softly, almost not wanting to startle you. The touch makes you raise both eyebrow in curiosity as your head turns around to look.

First impression; a teen, just like you.

Second notice; bandages. Okay, must be cosplaying Dazai.

The teen is slender, very very thin, long fingers took behind their coat as their gaze flies sceptically on your form, brown, lifeless pupils engulfing you whole, as if they can grabs your cosplay and tear it apart; not to get you exposed and naked for some men impulses, just to want you out that outfit.

If this is a Dazai cosplay, it really is very authentic. You smirk "Woah, careful. Your cosplay is so real I could've mistaken you for the real Dazai Osamu there." you joke, keeping the sweet between your fingers, having the intention to wait for them to go away so that you can eat in peace.

Your words seems to make them beam, a sparkle that doesn't really come from their sincere soul appearing in their eyes. "Oh."

Simple.

Unimpressed.

Hollow.

Oh.

You blink at the unenthusiastic teen as they blinks and glances around in unease. Your limb flinch from the impulse to drag them out the party, since they don't seem to want to be here. If they didn't want to come, why did they bother so much to cosplay neatly?

"Do you.. want me to bring you out of here?" You doubtfully speak out, your hand placing on top of their shoulder, rough fabric rubbing under your fingers as you gently firm your grip.

Their head snaps towards you, a new light adorning their features before quickly dissipating itself as if it never existed. Their gaze is so empty, you can swear if Dazai Osamu ever were real, these eyes would be his.

After realising you asked them something, they carefully nods their head.

You stop with them in a more silent spot, maybe safer, before sitting down on the sidewalk, hearing their shuffling steps behind you before the figure appears, dragging itself down to sit on the spot next to yours.

"Are you okay?" You ask, tilting your head to the side.

This is not a good way to start a conversation, that's what your mind tells you.

"Yes, I am. I was bored. I heard a lot of music and laugher and happen to be curious" they answer, voice shallow, like a broken record playing itself in loop.

Your glance back at them "...so this is not a cosplay?" They blinks.

This time their vacant eyes rest on yours, so full of emotions, so different. "...yes, yes it is supposed to be." They don't seem too sincere, and now you don't really know what to think.

"...I mean, some bungo stray dogs outfits, if not all of them, can be used for the everyday living so I mean I get you if you casually decided to use them not to cosplay but in general. You just are one of the most proper cosplay of Dazai Osamu that I have ever seen. Way better than mine, my feminine face doesn't fit his features at all, I don't really have such a sharp jawline. Not that he has it that sharp but—" you stop yourself from talking, realising you are speaking with a stranger and not all of them are glad to hear you go too much talkative.

Their head turns to look at you after a few seconds, blinking eyes of a deer caught in the light as they tilt their head to the side with a frown "Why did you stop?" Such a simple question worked to ease the nerves on your stomach, even if it isn't strong enough to silence the voices in your head.

"Sometimes I tend to go overboard with talking, so I stop."

"Such a foolish thing to say. If we have a voice, better use it to the fullest, right?" They don't sound like they believes their own words.

This kid is giving you so much mixed signals it's making your head spin.

"...yeah. You are right" you softly smile as you glance back at the street, empty and free from any car passing. No one really take streets from this direction since there's nothing interesting in the zone where you live. It's not impossible but rare for cars to come this way.

They seem to be intentioned into asking you something, opening their mouth and closing it a couple of times before permanently keeping it shut, stuffing their chin on top of the knees, eyes dropping closed.

They look so tired.

You take a breath, imitating the position, one brown eye following your movement soundlessly. "...this feels peaceful" you mutter, a gentle smile grazing your lips. You don't drag your gaze towards theirs, who closed their eye after you stopped moving.

A phone start vibrating.

Once, twice, a grumble comes from the teen next to you they take out the device, placing it next to the ear; "Yes, boss?"

Boss?

Helplessly staring at the ground, the brunette often hums in understanding. "Got it. See you later. Byeee" shutting down the call they sighs dramatically, a note of their childish antics being shown for a fraction of second, before standing up looking like someone else rudely took them from their shoulders, forcing the motion.

"Looks like you gotta go" you smile, getting up as well as they turn their back to you. They don't talk. They don't even look at you. You just stands there, watching as their back disappears from the reach.

Realising they -or better he at this point- isn't a cosplayer will take you all the day, just as you are in your bed, stuffed between matress and blankets, you blink your eyes staring at the wall. The way your veins freeze, your breaths becoming uneven.

You hope with your whole being to never ever see him again.

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[marahuyomae]

I finally had a solution on how to give Dazai therapy!

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