#bungou stray dogs songfic

[hikikaimar]

BULLETPROOF LOVE

[dazai osamu x gn!reader]

‘it was the best time of my life, but now i sleep alone’

in which dazai is forced to ruin the only true love he’s ever had.

genre: angst

content warnings: mild language, description of being poisoned, death

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we used to laugh until we choked, into the wasted nights…

you two were in your backyard, drinks in hand, starry sky glowing, laughing the night away. this was a moment you never wanted to end, but since you couldn’t freeze time, you’d cherish it. cherish his bright, infectious smile and melodic laugh, his warm hand on your thigh, squeezing it for support as you two found escape in each other, able to have a time where you could be yourselves and not have a care in the world.

the taste of you and me will never leave my lips again, under the blinding rain…

you both were soaked, the rain causing your shirts to cling to your skin, an uncomfortable sensation. but neither of you could care less, not when you’d smashed your lips onto his as if the world depended on it. you could feel the initial surprise and hesitation, but soon enough his arms were around your waist, squeezing you with a warmth you’d longed to feel from him for years.

oh, the memories. those moments you would cherish forever. those moments that lead you here, seated at a nice restaurant, your senses occupied by the beautiful man sitting in front of you, the silk glove on your hand that your nails slightly rustled against as you reached for your almost empty wine, which smelled sweet like blackberries, the taste in your mouth still lingering from when dazai had kissed you mere moments ago, and the piano you could hear faintly in the background. as you finished the last drop of wine you had, a server came to hand you the bill, and soon enough dazai was walking you home. hand in hand, smiling in the comfortable silence, you eventually make it to your doorstep. after you bid him farewell, you notice you have a headache, but just ignore it, assuming it’s from migraines. you instead make way to your couch after you change into something comfortable, deciding to read.

at some point when you were sitting on your couch, you realised you felt much too abnormal to just be experiencing migraines. your heartbeat began to increase, your head was pounding, and your vision was just barely blurred. not to mention you felt like you had to puke, which is exactly what you did, though it was made difficult since your body felt as if it just gave up on attempting any movement. after your feeling of nausea was gone, you looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror, seeing the sweat on your face, bangs clinging to your forehead, yet you felt freezing. as you splashed water from your sink on your face in hopes of it making you feel better, you were wondering what happened. it was already obvious to you that you were poisoned, but when? and why?

then it hit you. no wonder dazai seemed a little stiff when you kissed him goodbye and said you’d see him later. you’d never be seeing him again. you sigh, getting one last good look at yourself before you walk out the bathroom. what does one do in their last moments? eat? watch tv? just sleep? write? actually, that’s perfect. write a note to…dazai? you might as well give a farewell to your soon to be ex-lover.

the poison was really getting to you now, you were barely hanging on. you write the last few words in your mind as you feel yourself fade out of consciousness, your loose grip on the gold pen and wobbly letters you wrote being the last thing you see.

it’s fourteen o’clock. dazai has been staring at the wall of his dim, unkempt room since eleven. he knows you’re dead. he knows he did it. he knows he has to go take care of your limp body at some point, and he’s been telling himself it’d be better to get it over with quick since he woke up at three am, thoughts of you haunting him. but luckily, hours of brooding was all he needed to finally think himself prepared to go to your house and face what he’d done.

as he approaches the all too familiar beige house, his steps slow down, trying to prolong his entry through your white door for as long as possible, scared. but eventually his feet guided him to your doorstep. he grabbed the key you’d given him months prior out of his pocket, turning it in the lock and hesitating before he opened the door. his eyes immediately spotted your body, and he wanted so badly to run over there and shake you and scream at you, in some hope that you may still be alive. but he wasn’t going to be delusional. he knew that wasn’t a possibility. not with what he’d slipped into your wine, the same wine he secretly hoped you’d maybe be suddenly repulsed by and ignore, unknowingly saving yourself. after he’s done staring at your corpse, he notices a pen not far from your limp hand. then he notices a letter. and it says ‘TO DAZAI’ in big letters on the top. he cautiously walked over to the letter, as if he was scared of it. and to be honest, he was. scared of what it’d say, scared of how you’d obviously figured out he poisoned you and how much you’d resent him for it. yet he still picks it up, eyes reading over it carefully.

‘by the time you’re reading this, i’ll already be gone. my love for you was bulletproof, so you used poison instead. you always did manage to find a way to do things. but i forgive you, and i'll always love you.’

dazai’s eyes linger on those last few words, wishing he could finally not be a coward and say them to you, show you the commitment you deserved. god, he was such a fuck up, he thought. as memories of you at your best, worst, and everything in between passed through his head, his eyes unwillingly glided over to your face, your closed eyes decorated with beautiful lashes and a perfect ray of sunshine. tears were begging to leave his eyes, but he wouldn’t let them. he didn’t deserve to cry over you, why would he? he was your murderer.

a/n: i think i cried writing this bro 😭 and i wrote this while i was watching oda die again so like i was ugly crying so hard, mascara running down my cheeks nd everything 💀 hope y’all liked this !! and i left the reason dazai had to poison reader unexplained on purpose, i might elaborate on it later tho </3

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[sanest-bsd-delegate]

Hihi!! For your event, could you write a dazai x fem!reader with the song "from the start" by laufey? specifically the lines "when I talk to you oh cupid walks right through and shoots an arrow through my heart; and i sound like a loon but don't you feel it too? Confess, I've loved you from the start"! Thankssss

───ˋFROM THE STARTˊ- DAZAI OSAMU

🗝Prompt Lyrics : "when I talk to you oh cupid walks right through and shoots an arrow through my heart; and i sound like a loon but don't you feel it too? Confess, I've loved you from the start"

🗝Song: From the start by Laufey

🗝Pairing: Dazai Osamu x fem! reader

🗝A/N: I really had to brainstorm alot for this prompt. I really loved the request (Actually having guts rn to complete the pending event posts due late nov.

the buzzing sound of the cafe filled the area as you scoped up another bite from the pastry you had brought and ordered, enjoying the evening view of the Yokohama city.

Suddenly, you caught a glimpse of brown coat, your heart racing as you realised it was him passing by, hurryily you ate your pastry, before picking up a tissue and wiping your mouth and dashing towards the cafe door.

'Its him' You thought, as you quietly followed him behind, before messily placing your hand over his eyes, only for him to hold your hands and turn around, giving a big grin before saying, "234th tries and yet you couldnt suprise me Bellodonna"

You give a small sound of defeat before wheening, "The numbers doesnt mean anything Osamu"

"Ah well, I would follow what this lady shall say," Dazai says, before bowning down and extending his hand, "Care for a walk m'lady?"

"Why thank you, kind gentleman" You said, taking his hand while acting to dust off imagenary dust off your dress, "Your accent saying that, is shit you know?"

"Why ofcourse" Dazai joked, his 'gentleman' accent not leaving him.

You both started to walk together, lost in the sea of people, you found a quiet park where the city's noise faded into the background. The gentle rustling of leaves and the distant sounds of the city created a serene ambiance.

Dazai looked at you, his eyes softening, "You know, Bellodonna, I never thought I'd find someone who could keep up with my madness and make it even more beautiful."

You smirked, "Well, it's not every day you meet a literary lunatic like yourself, Osamu."

He chuckled, "True. But there's something about the way you see the world that's utterly captivating."

The conversation flowed effortlessly as you shared stories, dreams, and the mundane details of your lives.

"Something in your mind?" Dazai enquires, as you both sit at the bench in the park, watching little children playing.

"Nothing in particular," You said, your head slightly down staring at your lap and you twirl your fingers.

"Come on, lets go here" Dazai said, as he pulled you upwards, and started walking towards the abandant swing, before sitting on it, "Push mee"

"Where did the chivalry go mr gentleman?"

"Chivalry has gone dead woman"

You sigh before shaking your head, and pushing him, his figure going up in the sky and back, as you step aside to let the lunatic swing himself like a pendulum.

"when I talk to you oh cupid walks right through and shoots an arrow through my heart" You said to yourself as you sit on the other swing, while pushing yourself and swinging the swing (?) before screaming at the the top of your lungs, "AND I SOUND LIKE A LOON, BUT DON'T YOU FEEL IT TOO? CONFESS, I'VE LOVED YOU FROM THE START."

"That was some high vocal screaming there" Dazai spoke, as you both sit on a bench, letting the feeling of lazziness take over you.

"Yeah it was"

He will never know now will he?

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[justcallmesakira]

"Bittersweet Lovebites" 'We were listening to the Lovers rock'

Sypnosis: Will this romantic dance between two lovers really work out, or will it shatter in pieces before the music ends?

Dazai x pm!reader 2

Genre: angst to comfort, slightly suggestive, romance

Warnings: Lots of dark topic, implied mention of scars, selfishness, basically very sad. A/N: Hi i finally finished this omfg there will be so many parts and i only did part 2, I AM BEGGING YOU to listen to lovers rock after the time skip I PROMISE ITS WORTH ITT

Was love really necessary? A certain bandaged man always wondered what would the difference between love and lust mean. He had slept with many women before only to mysteriously disappear the next day as if he was nobody. Can he a womanizer be honest in a relationship with the woman of his dreams? Your boots clack through the magnificent hallways of the port mafias base. The most luminous place to walk, in this horror painted organization.

"How was the meetup with him?" a voice lurking in the shadows asked, it had a somewhat serious tone with slight annoyance hiding in it. It most definitely was Chuuya.

"It was well i guess" you replied to the ginger who had his back against the wall, you stopped in your track with your shiny black coat draping over your back with a swift flow.

You had just returned from helping Dazai to escape from the boss which Chuuya nor anyone in the mafia had know about unless we are talking about the 'smartest detective in the world' who has no business with two fruity lovers.

"Dazai had quite the time with you and akutagawa" your voice joked with a fake sadness in it. The thing is you had to fake being in distress and tears because of your now lovers betrayal so no one suspects it, if anything you were quite good at it.

''Gave him what he deserved. If anything Akutagawa shouldnt be so respectful towards that idiot dazai" you only snickered slightly though you knew the person dazai was back then, he has changed now.

A few days later You had just come home from the port. Today was quite the day but nonetheless you were excited to see your love, Dazai. A click could be heard on the door of the rusty apartment which made Dazai immedietly jolt from the bed he was laying on, a few bottles of sake around him.

The man quickly hid the bottles in a cabinet and rushed towards the entrance of his home. His amber brown eyes were greeted with the executive hanging her glistening sooty coat beside the sand brown long coat which was also hanging there.

"Hello samu...'' Your voice echoes through the simple apartment which had a light dim enough to compare it that of a rundown bar. Dazai leans against the door frame of his bedroom smiling cheekily. Dazai always smiles, no matter what the circumstance.

If anything he some times wonders when was the last time he genuinely smiled...Oh thats right that one time when you dragged him across a bar to your very own car and took care of him the whole night. He liked the feeling of your warm lap. Dazai gently took your tender hands and gracefully lead you to the kicthen, it had a strange smell....alcohol? The way Dazai took you to the small kitchen,,it felt as if you are a noble in a fancy ballroom. As you two shared a nice waltz around the kitchen the light from the moon shone dimly from the window. The feeling was oh-so romantic as if two sappy lovers were dancing without a worry in the world with a nice tune in the background.

But was it really just a simple dance? Dazai knew you were questioning why they are dancing in the midst of the kitchen but still you obliged. Why would you do anything he asks to? Why do you love him? Does he love you? Do you love him? Can he accept this love? Is he even deserved of love? A thousand questions went along in his mind as he continues to moves your body around the floor as if hes an important prince.

Are you sick of me?... "Dazai.." Your honey coated voice murmers softly, The name this man swifting your movements so nicely called himsel, The very name you shouted out in desperation the day he left.

Would you like to be? This time you placed your hands over his cold ones and moved him around the kitchen in a more experienced way as the music on the radio keeps playing. There were many cars buzzing outside the balcony on the streets of yokohama but that didnt stop the etheral feeling of two broken lovers in a certain apartment.

"But if you`re too drunk to drive, and the music is right, She might let you stay but just for the night... And if she grabs you for your hand And drags you along, She might want a kiss Before the end of the song..." The lyrics of this uplifting song continuosly ringed in his head. Will you really kiss this broken man with a thousand different scars beneath...Only the moon can answer this.

You`re like a pretty boy...

With a pretty voice. You sang out like a pretty lullaby, Oh god how intoxicating was your voice it hurt to him to listen to it. If anything even though dazais steps were calculating here and there on the carpented floor hes eyes still widened just like a child in and adults body.

"Because love can burn like a cigarette and leave you with nothing" "nothing..?"

Thats right your love wasn`t meant for Dazai. Everything ends perhaps even your love. The man knows that the moment he obtains something to help him through the light he will lose it. Its okay to want something that will hurt... The selfish man repeats. Perhaps the moments you share with him is enough. Its okay if you leave him like everybody else perhaps the taste of your lips will be burnt on his tongue.

"Its okay, Its okay my love"

You finaly spoke out with a soft smile on your shimmering lips. You didnt call his name he goes by today. You didnt call him a 'bandage wasting machine'. You didnt call him a child in an adults body, You didnt call him an enigma. You called him, your love.... The delightful memory of his first kiss with a girl from the mafia flashes through his gorreous brown eyes "Now how many men have you kissed" the mafia executive asked curoiously, the moon glowing in the eye which was not covered by a bandage. "Very few'' the girl answered,,, perhaps slight shyness in her tone. The executive asked the her again but with genuine curiosity "But you offered me a kiss.. Why?" "Such a foolish reason, i am afraid" You two kept dancing in a trance that night with adorned faces on each other. The man twirled you around here and there, but careful enough so that you dont get hit. That night... will be another one of the 3 memories he will remember forever, What a selfish man...

A/N: I hope you enjoyed!! i put much effort on this but i would have done a bit better unfortunetly my health is deterioting day by day but i will continue dw <3 Divider credits!: @cafekitsune

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[guacamoleroll]

— 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖘 + 𝖓𝖎𝖐𝖔𝖑𝖆𝖎 ₊˚⊹

pairing: nikolai gogol (bungou stray dogs) x gender-neutral!reader

content warning(s): dancing & singing, domestic fluff, usage of the song "baby it's cold outside," he's so silly

author's note: yep, it's a songfic. i haven't written one of these in years, but i could not control myself. hopefully, it came out good and only slightly cheesy. enjoy!

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The living area of your shared apartment had become an explosion of holiday cheer, twinkling with simple lights pinned atop the mantle of your fireplace. After weeks of procrastination, you and Nikolai had finally decided to finish decorating—or at least you had. Nikolai was in his own little world in the corner, sorting through a box of tiny decorations and giggling. A quick peek around his shoulder revealed his new ensemble—a mustache out of holly leaves and a scarf out of metallic tinsel. 

"Look at me, dove!"

You shook your head, pulling out the last item in your box—a record. The glossy plastic surface of the sleeve was matted with dust, but a quick swipe of your fingers revealed its contents. It was a collection of classic holiday songs from a few decades ago.

"Dove!"

"Gah!" you yelled, almost smacking Nikolai with the record as he popped up behind you. However, his attention had locked entirely onto the cover, eyes sparkling as ideas seemed to ooze out of his brain.

"Play it! Play it!"

You relented. "Fine, fine."

With a quick click of metal on metal, the record settled onto the plate and crinkled to life. You plopped onto the couch, allowing the sweet symphony of holiday cheer to ring out into the apartment.

I really can't stay.

(Baby, it's cold outside)

I've got to go away

(Baby, it's cold outside)

You melted into the cushions, humming to the familiar tune before your ears picked up on a slight shuffle beside you, eyeing Nikolai as he tapped his foot at double the song's tempo, eyes darting across the room. Your brows rose as he stood, his gloved hand extended to take yours with a knowing look.

This evening has been

(Hoping that you'd drop in)

So, very nice.

You yelled out as he spun you around, his cape swishing and tangling between your legs. "I'll hold your hands," he sang along, covering your knuckles with searing kisses before his eyes widened. "They're just like ice."

My mother will start to worry.

Beautiful, what's your hurry?

My father will be pacing the floor

Listen to that fireplace roar.

You guffawed as the fireplace swirled up in an intimate flame, warming the living room in a dazzling, softened light. Any instinctual alarm was melted by the genuine cheerfulness of Nikolai's expression—he was truly so sweet. Much to his utter delight, you began to play along.

"So, really, I'd better scurry," you mused, straying from his grasp with a bare touch on his fingertips. 

And he pulled you back into his arms. "Красива." You trembled at the drawl of his accent, his fingers thrumming against the soft skin of your belly as his hands traveled up your shirt. "Please don't hurry."

You grinned. "But maybe just a half a drink more."

"I'll put some records on while I pour," his voice was low, brushing his nose against your own as his consonants dipped into its richer tone, drawing goosebumps to the top of your skin.

The neighbors might think.

Baby, it's bad out there.

Say, what's in this drink?

No cabs to be had out there

"I wish I knew how," your saccharine words melted in a swath of fondness as he swayed your hips, one hand drawing circles around your waist.

He twirled ringlets of your hair between two fingers, watching their shining strands dance in the dim light before his two-toned eyes trailed up to yours, finding himself utterly entranced with their love-sweetened hue. You couldn't seem to look away, either.

"Your eyes are like starlight now," he mumbled, no longer focused on matching the energy of the music.

"To break this spell."

You smirked. "I'll take your hat." Breaking from the song's story, you stole his line, snatching his hat and placing it on your head. He couldn't help but chuckle as you ruffled his white strands, making him look like a dog with raised fur. "Your hair looks swell."

"I ought to say, no, no, no sir," you tutted, weaseling out of his grasp, only for him to come crawling over.

He scooched it, a pout on his lips. "Mind if I move in closer?" His arm slung around your waist.

You shrugged, huffing as you leaned into him. "At least I'm gonna say that I tried."

"What's the sense in hurting my pride?"

"I really can't stay," you sighed. He nuzzled into your neck, heart thawing at the sound of your laughter. 

"Baby, don't hold out."

"Baby, it's cold outside."

You both slumped onto the couch. He snatched you up in his arms, cooing sweet-nothings as he cuddled and rested his head on your chest.

"I didn't know you were such a good singer, dove," he teased, sticking his tongue out.

You rolled your eyes. "Oh, shut up." He squealed as you grabbed him by the lapels, bringing him into an open-mouthed kiss. And he was more than happy to indulge in everything you, a goofy smile curled up on his lips as you both bubbled into your own warm, cozy home.

красива = beautiful

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[the-doctor-3000]

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Hello! Yes, I do take requests.

Rules:

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Genres - Fluff, Angst, Crossover, Time Travel AU, Songfic, Isekai, Hurt/comfort, Character x Reader, HCs, One-shots, maybe a Mini Series, possibly Character x Oc, Character x Reader x Character, Love Triangles, Slow Burn

Fandoms I currently write for -

The Legend of Vox Machina

Once Upon A Time

The Witcher (game, series & books)

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Steven Universe

Star Vs. The Forces of Evil

Shadowhunters (series, movie & books - I just finished the 2nd book so please no spoilers)

Black Butler (manga)

My Hero Academia

Spy × Family

Jujutsu Kaisen

Folk of the air

Pirates of the Caribbean

Thundercats (2011 bcs I haven't seen the 80s version yet)

Moriarty The Patriot

Gargoyles

Bungou Stray Dogs

Ninjago

LMK

Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992)

Sherlock BBC

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X-Men

Demon Slayer

TMNT (2003 and 2012 versions)

Gravity Falls

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Jurassic Park

Independence Day

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The Arcana

Inside Job

Blood of Zeus

Mia & Me

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Beauty and the Beast

Transformers (Bay)

Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse + Across the Spider-Verse

Avengers

Good Omens

Howl's Moving Castle

Van Helsing 2004

Tales of Arcadia

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[mewnekoice-mecha]

Entropy

Here's another songfic for @selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs this time with a gymnastic GL.

I was currently in the home gym doing some aerial gymnastics, it's been a while since I last done any routines. After stretching out, I grab a silk rope and make my way to the top, making sure I had a good grip, I took a deep breath releasing it before tipping backwards into a freefall.

However, I had forgot to take into account the fact that I'm no longer living alone and my new roommate's don't know about my hobby, as it so happened when I had tipped backwards chuuya had wandered into the room looking for me I assume, because the next thing I knew was that I was no longer held by silk but rather the weightless of gravity no longer having an effect on me.

" ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL YOURSELF," Chuuya roared at me. He was still holding me up as he yelled.

" Chuuya calm down I wasn't trying to kill myself, I'm an aerial dancer," I explained. " Wanna see me do a routine, if it'll make you feel better."

" It would actually, fine," Chuuya huff before letting me go.

This is the song for the dance, I couldn't figure out how to write the aerial dance so have a video instead.

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by LilBooshie

"Sometimes I feel but your not there." - Solo Tohi (I.amsolo), member of Justice Crew.

Dazai's letter to Fyodor after separation/break-up of their relationship.

Words: 502, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Additional Tags: Letters, Songfic, Music, Inspired by Music, Friends to Enemies, Lovers To Enemies, Separations, Dazai Osamu is So Done (Bungou Stray Dogs), Fyodor Dostoyevsky Being an Asshole (Bungou Stray Dogs), One-Sided Dazai Osamu/Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Bungou Stray Dogs), Fyodor Dostoyevsky is a Little Shit (Bungou Stray Dogs), One-Sided Attraction, Possibly Unrequited Love, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Dazai-Typical Suicide Mentions (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai-Typical Suicide References (Bungou Stray Dogs), Short, College, Alternate Universe - College/University

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[sskk-ao3feed]

Dying Summers

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/EjrfF5Z by charwritesxx Words: 296, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Fukuzawa Yukichi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Kunikida Doppo (Bungou Stray Dogs), Yosano Akiko (Bungou Stray Dogs), Tanizaki Junichirou (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo (Bungou Stray Dogs), Izumi Kyouka (Bungou Stray Dogs), Miyazawa Kenji (Bungou Stray Dogs), Mori Ougai (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Gin, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Higuchi Ichiyou (Bungou Stray Dogs), Oda Sakunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Tachihara Michizou (Bungou Stray Dogs), Sigma (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nikolai Gogol (Bungou Stray Dogs), Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Bungou Stray Dogs), Bram Stoker (Bungou Stray Dogs), Ozaki Kouyou (Bungou Stray Dogs) Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu & Kunikida Doppo (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Fukuzawa Yukichi & Kunikida Doppo (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo & Kunikida Doppo (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo & Yosano Akiko (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu & Yosano Akiko (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Band Fic, theyre all gay, Songfic, idk what counts as a songfic, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Dazai Osamu is a Little Shit (Bungou Stray Dogs), Mori Ougai Being An Asshole (Bungou Stray Dogs), Mentioned Oda Sakunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, POV Alternating, may be ooc, Enemies to Lovers, Kinda, Rivalry, Minor Fyodor Dostoyevsky/Nikolai Gogol (Bungou Stray Dogs), Soukoku | Double Black (Bungou Stray Dogs), shin soukoku, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke is Bad at Feelings (Bungou Stray Dogs), Unresolved Romantic Tension, First Kiss, Miscommunication, but not in a coleen hoover way, Protective Yosano Akiko (Bungou Stray Dogs), Trans Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), idk what else to tag, Dazai-Typical Suicide Mentions (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai might attempt for the plot idk, Tags to be added read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/EjrfF5Z

#ao3feed sskk #akuatsu #fic rec

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

High Enough

Oneshot: You were a runaway, and his obsession never left you. Fyodor x Reader Idk guys how do you even cop up with this man's personality Masterlist Please look at the request rules in masterlist before requesting.

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

"Well well well, look what we have here" Fyodor commented as you took a seat in front of him.

"I am here for delivering the information regarding the recent attacks, don't take this meeting otherwise" You commented, passing him the envelope regarding plans to demolish the ability users.

"I don't like anyone better than you, it's true" Fyodor commented, placing his hand above yours which seemed to be kept above the envelope

That moment you knew shouldn't have come, because all the memories worth spent together came crashing down on you, years flashing down in seconds.

“I'd crawl a mile in a desolate place with the snakes, just for you” Fyodor said as he hugged you close, almost as if he was threatening to choke you to death but you all knew well he wouldn't be able to.

Oh, I'm an animal, hand me a tramadol, gimme the juice You are my citadel, you are my wishing well, my baby blue, oh, oh

He was obsessed with you. The first time you both met, was at the age of 17 when you seemed to bump into him for the first time, running away from your house which wasn't even your home.

He offered you a place to stay, and something you could soon call it a home. Alas, your beauty and personality captured his eyes, which was never to leave his mind.

Time passed as you both filled each other with nothing but your presence and company. It was one of those nights you couldn't have forgotten.

“I used to like liquor to get me inspired” You were drunk and whenever you drank, you couldn't differentiate anything. All seemed strange yet familiar but always felt like a new environment with new people, rather a new person.

“But you look so beautiful,” Fyodor silently commented to himself, as he smiled while you were busying waving the glass of alcohol above your head. “my new supplier?” you said clearly drunk, asking for more as you continued to speak,

"I used to like smoking to stop all the thinking" you paused, clearly looking as if you experienced a headache, but shaking off the feeling you continued, "But I found a different buzz, what is you thinking either ways Fyodor? "

"The world is a curse, it'll kill if you let it" he said, sighing as you dropped down the makeshift couch you had near you at the moment.

"I know they got pills that can help you forget it" You joked, as you threw your legs up in the sky, letting the alcohol mess up your brain and functioning.

"They bottle it, call it medicine" He commented, as he took you in his arms to stop you from throwing another silly body movement.

"No silly i was talking about the thing but you know what?"

"Hmm"

"But I don't need drugs" you whispered, slowly being in a fetal position with him, as your body merely inches apart.

"Cause I'm already high enough" And with that you kissed him, still unaware of this occurring due to being drunk.

That moment you knew, it was a wrong move. Day after, regaining your conciseness, you soon came face to face with Fyodor. At first the relationship was normal, ongoing and easy? But you couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty which increased each day. He was acting more possessive and maniac then usual.

"You got me, you got me good" He says while kissing your head.

"I'm already high enough" You joked back as you kisses his cheek.

"I only, I only, I only got eyes for you" He whispers before closing the minimal distance between your lips, his getting tighter then usual as he kisses you passionately.

It was all burning, one moment you were just accidently bumped into a guy and the other moment the area of city was on fire. You had just apologized to the guy for your actions, and in return just brought him his coffee back in the same store where Fyodor had to have his meeting. You were screwed being seen by other guy.

"Do you see anyone other than me?" Fyodor said as he carefully traces your jawline, his eyes showing pure jealously which you swore wasn't even healthy.

"Baby, please" You said, "Let me explain"

"I'll take a hit of whatever you got" He said, walking in the room and playing himself to play his cello.

"Maybe two, maybe three" He said smiling widely, tracing the strings of cello like soft fabric.

"Oh, you're phenomenal, feel like a domino, fall to my knees" He continued, as his words rang your ear. You were slowly losing your sanity with this guy. His words seemed to get the best of you. and if you fall into his words again, you would be nothing but a soulless body for a puppeteer like him.

"I am a malady, you are my galaxy, my sweet relief," He slowly opens his eyes as he stared at your soul, having his smile creep up little by little.

"oh, oh, oh" You cursed mentally, you could escape if you want right now but he was at the door now as his hands traced the door knob, which he twisted to lock up the room.

"I used to like liquor to get me inspired" He was coming close to you know.

"But you look so beautiful, my new supplier" You were getting scared as he seemed to come close. This was getting out of hand.

"I used to like smoking to stop all the thinking" His face was merely an inch apart from yours, "But I found a different buzz"

"The world is a curse, it'll kill if you let it" He told, holding your hands which seemed to be cold with fear.

"I know they got pills that can help you forget it" he said, as his hands travel to your face, brushing of your hair which seemed to come in front of your eyes.

"They bottle it, call it medicine" You gained a little confidence to speak up.

"But I don't need drugs" he whispered, as he started to close the gap between you two.

"Cause I'm already high enough"

You were running away again, this time away from the place you called home, away from the man who's sanity lies nowhere you could call a human and away from the lover who once was yours.

"You got me, you got me good" you whispered to yourself, as you found a shelter in nearby motel. His words rang in your ear as if he was just behind you speaking.

"I'm already high enough

I only, I only, I only got eyes for you"

"Don't try to give me cold water" You spoke to Fyodor harshly knowing to well you will be seeing this man soon. What were the odds that you both had to work for the same organization.

I don't wanna sober up

All I see are tomorrows

"Oh, the stars were made for us" Fyodor said, as he stood up, walking towards the exit of the café with the envelope, before whispering to you,

I'm already high enough

You got me, you got me good

"I'm already high enough" He whispered, his hands on your shoulder as he held it tightly, "I only, I only, I only got eyes for you"

Oh

In that mere time, the voices in you head started to ring again, his words repeating like a broken record.

I only got eyes for you

Oh

Oh

I only, I only, I only got eyes for you

Look guys, even i dont know what I write half of the time but this, Writing this was hawt af

Music: High enough by k flay

#bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #fyodor x y/n #fyodor x you #fyodor fluff #fyodor imagines #bsd #bsd fyodor #bsd x reader #bsd songfic

[pompompurin1028]

Scarlet Sky

Summary: Dazai’s thoughts as he slow dances with you to Scarlet Sky in Bar Lupin, from Dazai’s POV

A/N: This idea was inspired by @requiem626k​ so credit goes to her!  Pairing: Dazai x reader  Genre: Comfort/Fluff Songfic Warnings: None

My Masterlist

Fly away, I’m ready for that scarlet sky Without no sky, no doubt no tears, for enough right? I’ve got it now And all those hearts I gave in that sweet sunlight That’s how I’ve made it through Can you see me up above, blazing scarlet sky

Amidst the darkening skies that paint the clouds into hues of scarlet, you and I sway softly to the familiar music of Bar Lupin. 

The familiar tune that continues to remind me of how far I have come from since then. And those words that he gave me that I continue to hold onto close in the deepest corner of my heart, a place that you too have snuck into little by little since the day we have met.

As we move quietly in each others arms, with you head resting against my chest, I couldn’t help but wonder if you could hear the sounds of my heart that call out for you, singing words of love towards you every second you draw near...

Let me go, no more regrets ‘Cause my life seek within the breeze Survive because my love that made me who I am Now I’ll be the light for you Even in the dark, reach out for scarlet sky

But can you blame me? Especially when you are the one who gave me a glimpse of sunlight in my seemingly never-ending darkness, giving me a desire to continue to struggle against the world to go on living. Awaiting the view of the scarlet sky that the days to come will bring, that gifts me with the promise of a new beginning, a new adventure, a new day with you by my side.

As you slowly shuffled closer into my arms, my mind is drawn back from the depths of my thoughts, and a smile graced my lips at the sight of this. And in rare moment of peace we both shared in each other’s embrace, I for once did not felt the need to hurry, nor the familiar buzz of thoughts that are usual visitors in my head. Only the fullness of my heart that spilled with utter adoration for you.

Don’t be sad and don’t you chase me Just let me go alone Don’t forget that my heaven stands upon my beautiful days Now I see why I was born near the gold sand of the sunset Don’t forget that my heaven stands upon my beautiful days

Oh how I wish for more of such moments in my life, where simplicity is the norm which would allow me to relish every precious moment I have with you... Ones that would allow me to be able to sense even the smallest movements and sighs we share like in midst of this dance, and treasure them all to memory.

I wonder if I was born to enjoy such beautiful and serene moments with you? In the darkness and emptiness of my life, it yearns for such moments with you, that almost seem like moments of heaven on earth, an oasis in the midst of a desert... That enable me to continue to move forward, in search and yearning for more of these moments, these kind of days.

Won’t forget that my heaven touch upon my love

I hope you know, my little moments of heaven always come from the time that I share with you, my beloved... And I can’t thank you enough giving me the pleasure of experiencing it.

#dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai x oc #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd anime #songfic #x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai imagines #dazai scenarios #bungou stray dogs dazai #bsd fanfiction #bsd fanfic #dazai fluff #bsd fluff #fluff #anime #bungo stray dogs #dazai x y/n #kat writes📝 #✒️ . he that reigns and lives within my thoughts

[bornil-murchhona]

Introductions; my work

Hi, I'm Bornil, but y'all can call me Bo, Atlas or Kehra, as you wish. My pronouns are they/them but I also use a few sets of neopronouns.

I sing covers once in a while and I write both original works and fic for various fandoms! To name a few; criminal minds, critical role, genshin impact and haikyuu.

My work:

Purple Hyacinth:

Sunshine; Lula fluff - mobile / desktop

Haikyuu!!:

Fault Lines; kyouhaba - mobile / desktop

Genshin Impact:

the dusk shelters, the pyre burns and the wayfarer feeds; yanfei x reader x dainsleif - mobile / desktop

My tags:

#my writing - all writing, fic and original

#writing - similar purpose but also has saved reblogs

fandom/character tags (bnha / todoroki shouto ) - for fics of that fandom or character

untagged - miscellaneous reblogs (fandom and gen)

Current icon by @/shohje on Twitter!

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[xxxsoukokuxxx]

Is this what love is?

Character: Akutagawa x reader

Warnings: none, idk this is bad so yeah that’s my warning

Notes: This was written whilst I listened to Senorita by Camila Cabello & Shawn Mendes. Idk whenever I listen to that song I just think of Aku...idk why don’t judge me. Requests are still open for headcanons, however they will close in the next week or so because exams are starting soon and I’ll need to study, so please feel free to send in requests

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Coughing fits. Averted eyes. Secret gazes. Painful longing. How much more could he bare? He wishes he could pretend he never needed you. A little feud to a little friendship to almost a close bond. That’s what eventually formed between you two, a close bond but never love, at least neither of you knows how the other feels.

He’d avert his eyes everytime you’d happen to look straight into his eyes for a second or two. A mini coughing fit taking place as he does so. Unknown to you, he’d steal little gazes at you. Rare moments where he will make eye contact with you for a little too long, a soft endearing look in them. Other times they’d be a little of a hard stare mixed with a warm fire burning behind them. It’s his focus, he restrains himself from placing his lips on yours at that very moment.

Little touches of bare skin against bare skin will send shivers up his spine. A simple gesture such as an exchange of reports or handing him tea as your hands brush against each other makes him crave for more. Accidental touches become not so accidental.

At first he’s confused, even angry. Simply because he never felt “love” in such a way. But he’s not dumb. Akutagawa eventually learns what this pleasurable feeling is. The feeling that caresses his heart with a feather light touch and at other times it makes his heart clench with longing.

He longed to be with you more. He longed to love you. He longed to see you. He longed to know if you’d ever feel the same about him.

His calm and stoic demeanor is always perfect. Even with you. However at times, he fails to keep it up and the faint pink color dusts itself onto his cheeks. He’s learnt now, not to make you upset or shatter you as he used to do so before, but to make little giggles escape your chest. A silent smile adorns his face, completely out of character to people who know him as the rabid dog of the port mafia.

But you think otherwise. It’s nice to have a change of heart. You are his moon, a beauty that shines in the darkest of times. An angel that dances amongst the stars in the sky. An angel he doesn’t deserve. An angel that the world doesn’t deserve.

Times when his confidence is high is when he leans down and close to your face is when he catches you off guard. It takes every fibre of his being not to press his lips against yours like two palms pressed against the other in prayer.

A painful longing resides in his chest. To be able to hold you as he’d like, to be able to make you smile whenever he’d want to. Even if he’s not used to such things. It’s what makes him yearn for you more.

Nights spent on rooftops with each other are rather serene, calm and somewhat fun. It’s not a common occurrence neither is it a rare one. The cool air gentle on skin and brushing through your hair. He finds that at these times it’s harder to take his eyes off you. He’s entranced by how beautiful you look bathed in the sapphire moonlight. 

Serious words may be exchanged between one another, words of comfort even. The way you trust him with every little secret that you keep locked in the abyss of your heart makes him smile. Tiredness may overcome you and you may rest your head on his shoulder. The first time you did it, it was as a joke. You thought he might just push you off the edge of the building of where you were sitting but he simply flinched but never told you to get off.

In fact he loved it, loved the way your head rested on him, pink decorating his cheeks. He’ll stare into the distance eventually getting lost in his thoughts. Eventually resting his head on yours and closing his eyes.

#akutagawa x reader #ryunosuke x reader #akutagawa ryunosuke x reader #scenario #songfic (?) #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd akutagawa x reader #fluff #oneshot #this was much better in my head but nevermind

[jessbeinme15s-notebook]

Saint Bernard with Soukoku

Warnings: angst, spoilers, heavy mentions of Dark era and Odasaku (Ik for a fact I cry every time I think of it so) wan ep 5 mentioned

Please listen to this as you read!

Dazai stared at the the dull white wall in front of him blankly

Hung pictures of patron saints up on my wall

His thoughts shifted to the Polaroid hanging back at his apartment, the one they took all those years ago at Bar Lupin

To remind me that I am a fool

He remembered how he couldn't save his friend. How pathetic and sickening he was.

Tell me where I came from, what I will always be, just a spoiled little kid who went to Catholic school

'he's the Demon Prodigy'

'i heard he was the youngest executive known to the mafia's history'

'I've heard he hollows victim's hearts out. He really is soulless'

'word has been going around is that he's the boss's turn-to'

'he commands the entire Port Mafia's hitmen! 'i thought he was only 15?'

When I am dead I won't join their ranks, 'Cause they are both holy and free

He thought of Oda's low voice, and Atsushi's kind, glimmering eyes

And I'm in Ohio satanic and chained up and until the end that's how it'll be

He looked around the small jail cell and his white uniform, and at Dostoevsky, who was sitting across him

I said make me love myself so that I might love you

'people only exist to save themselves'

Don't make me a liar cause I swear to God when I said it I thought it was true

'I'll leave the mafia' he did, but at what cost?

Saint Calvin told me not to worry about you but he's got his own things to deal with

'i understand it's hard Dazai kun, but try not to dwell on it too much' Fukuzawa dono had told him

There's really just one thing that we have in common, neither of us will be missed

He thought of Ango, and wondered whether he would miss Oda at all. And Atsushi. The kid looked up to him, but would he him him if he were to die?

Saint Bernard sits at the top of the driveway, You always said how you loved dogs

He remembered how excited Nakahara was to go to that movie

I don't know if I count, but I'm trying my best

The way he dressed as a dog wasn't just to spite Nakahara, Dazai reminisced.

With how I'm howling and barking these songs

"I'm sorry, Chuuya."

So this is the fanfic I've been putting off 😅 I hope you guys liked it!

Taglist : @jadegreenimmortality @requiem626k @pompompurin1028 @alittlesimp @bsdparadise @bsdwhore (if you're interested) @missrown @internetkilledtheroxstar @its-chuuya-bitch @the-wholesome-ranpo @sexy-bee-juice @paradise-creator @kiyokoxd @shadyteacup @dazaisdeathwish

Please do tell me if you want to be added or removed!

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[toraashi]

Chuuya Week Day 3

Based on this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_H2oBxeFbCE

Brief Summary:  You’ve known Chuuya since he was a child and even endured the heartbreaking betrayal of the Sheep by his side. So what happens after you’ve been forced to part ways after he joins the Port Mafia? What happens when you meet years later? This story 

♬ “I don’t wanna run away, but I can’t take it, I don’t understand…” ♬

7 Years Ago:

Heart thumping at 100 miles an hour, she peered up through thick lashes at the man standing above her in the prison cell, a deep black trench coat she was unfamiliar with flung over his shoulders like a blanket from the dangerous world he tread through so precariously. His blue eyes pierced hers like daggers; he outstretched his gloved hand like a lamp in the darkness. At fifteen, he was braver and stronger than most adults she knew personally. 

“Chuuya? I didn’t think you’d come.” Her words were barely a breath escaping her cracked lips. Being locked in a Port Mafia dungeon for days didn’t leave one at the epitome of comfort. 

“You’re the only one who didn’t betray like the shit they were.” He flicked his glowing hues away from hers, and she could see the way his heart was aching. Even a newfound mafioso felt the agony of losing one’s family. “But anyway, the boss said I could release you if you didn’t cause any trouble.” While normally a sassy quip would dance on her tongue at his words, she was left dumbfounded at the state of her once companion and the longing in her heart. Would she ever see him again? She wasn’t sure how many years it would take to heal her heart, or if his would even need healing. 

“Chuu-”

“You should go before they change their mind.” Unlocking the cell, he held it open for her, gesturing for her to leave, hiding his expression from behind his brand new cap. Biting back tears, she clenched her fists and left behind her life. 

♬ “If I’m not made for you, then why does my heart tell me that I am?” ♬

Present:

The elevator door dinged, announcing the arrival of a newcomer on the floor. Lifting her eyes from her desktop, she smiled at her co-worker who had entered with an overwhelming amount of paperwork flying from his arms like feathers. 

“Late night tonight, I’m assuming?” She asked sympathetically, a melancholy smile twitching the corners of her lips. He grinned back, shaking his head.

“It’s always a late night as long as the Port Mafia keeps destroying things.” He rolled his eyes. “Those guys are completely out of control.” Tracing the rim of her coffee cup, she bit her pink lips. 

“They’re definitely troublesome. I’m sorry about the paperwork.” 

“You should be happy you’re just the receptionist.” He teased, making his way to his office down one of the hallways. Lifting her mug, she sipped her drink, eyes glazing over. Her job in the government had been hard earned, and after months of searching constantly for a new one after being laid off at the warehouse, she was more than grateful to be a receptionist. Working with the police did have it’s fair share of melancholia, though, and she had been thinking about him increasingly more as the days drew on, the Port Mafia rumors circling more than just the inner workings of her office. His smile, his laugh, his confidence, his hugs… 

She wanted to believe that she’d forgotten him, and that after years of development, he would be completely different than the boy she knew as a child. Shaking her head vigorously, she dove back into her work, hoping to lose him amidst emails and angry phone calls.

  He had never loved her the way she loved him, despite every particle in her soul screeching at her to kiss him all over his scarred body. He had been far too enveloped in his revenge strategies and petty organization to take notice anyway, and despite her efforts, as she walked out the glass doors at the end of the night, his being still lingered in the back of her desperate thoughts. 

The sunset glittered against the traffic to her left as she strolled towards the train station, her heels tapping on the rough pavement, reflection moving through the store windows to her right.

A flash of orange had her twisting around in incredulity. Before her, pacing in the opposite direction was a man about her height with the same ink black jacket she had left him in, his hair a little longer, his arms thicker and his fingers gloved. The name caught in the back of her throat and she choked, stepping forward in sheer pain, her tight pencil skirt restricting her movement. 

♬ “Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?” ♬

“Chuuya!” The words escaped her throat like a gasp for air after nearly drowning, and her legs collapsed from beneath her, fingers digging into the pale pathway before her, salty drops splattering them. Faded from view, she swore that she had just seen his unmistakable face in another person, her heart longing for his return by the daily, her mind begging to forget. 7 years and his blue eyes still haunted her nightmares and daydreams. 

“Y/N?” The gruff voice echoed through her soul like a bomb followed by white noise. Her head swam, and she didn’t dare look up for fear her ears were playing tricks on her. Heart thumping at 100 miles an hour, she peered up through thick lashes at the boy standing above her, except this time he wasn’t a boy, he was a man with deep hues and a calm demeanor, far contrasting the anger that leaked from him as a child. Her rosy lips parted in astonishment as he held his hand to her, not to push her away, but to pull her in, his cheeks dimpled in a surprised smile. She took it without hesitation this time, never turning from his gaze. Emotions bubbling over, she threw her arms around his shoulders, burying her face and relishing in the scent of a cologne that reminded her of the adult he had become. He froze for a moment; she imagined his eyes were wide before tentatively returning her embrace, his grin settling into a contented smile. 

♬ “Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away.” ♬

#chuya nakahara #nakahara chuya #CHUYA #nakahara chuuya x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara #nakahara #Nakahara Chuuya #chuuya x y/n #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd imagine #bsd x reader #bsd scenario #bsd headcannons #angst #songfic #anime #x reader #reader insert #fem reader