#i do not need that many ougais in my life

[maislovebot]

I just threw out the love of my dreams

Chuuya x reader

This one won the pole! So here it is, expect that Aku and Atsu threesome soon, don’t worry:3

Contains: afab reader, they/them prns, makeup sex, Chuuya spoils you after an argument, porn with plot, but the plot is just buildup for smut, foreplay, Chuuya calls reader pretty + darling + doll, face sitting/riding/oral (reader receiving), slight hair pulling, overstim, brief dry humping, Chuuya’s needy and vocal, squirting, creampie & belly bulge BUT I don’t explicitly mention either of them, reader is wearing a dress, proofread, aftercare

Chuuya considered himself an angry person. Things can easily tick him off, but he’s learned how to manage his anger pretty well when it comes to you. He would shut his lips whenever he felt like making a snide remark because he had a particularly bad day, and whenever things did slip, he’d apologize right afterwards.

This, however, was not one of those times.

He wasn’t even mad at you, you were just..there, and you wouldn’t stop asking him how his day was. He was really mad at Dazai, who he had happened to run into in town, and Dazai just wouldn’t leave Chuuya alone. He wouldn’t quit teasing him about his height, ‘ugly’ hats, and so on. It was mainly just light teasing though, so he decided to be the bigger person and just grumble and walk away. It clearly left Dazai dumbfounded, as he had never met a Chuuya who turned the other cheek. It stunned him, and that did uplift Chuuya’s mood a little. That was until Ougai interrupted his wonderful shopping and forced him into a mission, when he was off the clock. Ougai was claiming that times have been tight, and he needs more help than usual, but considering the type of person Ougai is, Chuuya was suspicious that the boss was just giving him more work because he knew Chuuya was in a long term relationship, and he wanted to make life as hard on Chuuya as physically possible.

The mission in of itself was fairly simple, trick some cops into thinking that the Port Mafia had absolutely nothing to do with a case (they had everything to do with the case), and considering how good of an actor Chuuya is, he was the prime candidate.

Many cops are corrupt and just want to close a case as soon as possible, so Chuuya assumed he wouldn’t need to put on a very convincing performance, but he was gravely mistaken by a certain cop. She was extremely observant, and clearly well respected in her profession. She wanted to do this thing called ‘actually getting to the bottom of the case’, and while that is a respectful ideology, it made his work so much harder than it had to be.

All that Chuuya really wanted to do was go home to you, have sex, hang out, and go to bed. But clearly he was going to have to push that schedule back.

He ultimately managed to get the cop to believe him, and he went on with his day. Briefly reporting to the boss, and going home on his motorcycle. He was just dreaming about going home and holding you close after such a long day, but he fucked that all up.

It really wasn’t your fault, but he couldn’t help but get annoyed.

“Chuu, how was it? How’d shopping go?”

You were met with silence. You assumed he didn’t hear you.

“Uhh..Chuuuyaaa how was your day?”

Chuuya grumbled, not really saying anything. Keep it in, he thought to himself. It isn’t their fault. You heard his grumble, tilting your head, attempting to grab Chuuya’s hand as he walked to your joint bedroom.

“Chuuya? What’s wrong?” You questioned.

“Leave me alone..”

“Why?”

Chuuya took a deep breath in, “please. Just leave me. the fuck. alone. I don’t wanna talk about it.”He raised his voice. “You’re being so annoying right now.”

He never did that. He’d leave a snide remark here and there, sure, but it was always apologized for pretty much the second it left his mouth.

You pulled your hand away, freezing for a few moments. You waited for an apology. He always gave you an apology.

He didn’t apologize.

You shook your head, coming back to your senses. Chuuya noticed you grabbing some shoes and a coat, then your keys. What Chuuya had done finally settled in his mind, and he grabbed your wrist. He was sufficiently stronger than you, so he did manage to hold you in place, until you jerked your arm away and headed towards the door of the lovely penthouse you two were staying in.

“Doll, I’m sorry—I don’t know why I said that!”

You kept quiet. You could feel tears bubbling at your eyes, making it hard to see as you fidgeted with your keys to find the one to the front door. You finally did, walking outside and to the elevator that took you downstairs. Chuuya followed you out, trying to convince you to talk it out. You two rarely argued, but when you did you always had a problem with running away instead of talking it out. Chuuya tried to understand it from your perspective. You shut the elevator doors on him, effectively shutting him out. Considering his powers, he could probably do something to mess with the elevator doors and make them come back up, but Chuuya didn’t want to force you to be around him when you clearly wanted space. He instead shamefully walked back to the front door, walking in and leaning against the door as he broke into a cold sweat.

He really just did that.

Chuuya looked next to him, and noticed your phone sitting on the side table next to the front door. He had no way of contacting you either.

You needed space, you’d come back in a few hours. He knew you would.

10:24 pm. It was 10:24 pm and there was still no sign of you. Every time he heard a car passing by he’d jump up and check the window to see if it was you, and it never was. He was seriously worried, after all, you had no phone and he had no other way of figuring out where you were or if you were in trouble. To make things worse, he knew you didn’t tell anyone where you were going. You never did. Anytime you were upset you were gone before anyone could even ask where you were going, and it was really biting him in the ass.

He wanted to give you space, but he was seriously worried, so he decided to get onto his motorcycle and bring his extra helmet with him. He didn’t know where you were going, but he had a pretty good idea.

You really fucked up. You would always go places without telling anyone, especially when you were sad, and now you were seriously regretting it. You had realized you’d forgotten your phone a while ago, and you had driven to a dirt road in the woods, one you always went to when you were bored, or upset, or honestly just because you could. You ultimately came here because you wanted to get away from everyone for a little bit, only to realize you were completely out of gas and parking on the side of the road. You had absolutely zero gas left anywhere.

You would consider walking down the road until you found somewhere to go, but it was currently dark out and you knew it would be rash to walk in the middle of the woods in a short dress with no phone or car, or even a map. If only you’d just stayed home.

Your car door was locked tight, scared of what might happen if it wasn’t. You simply sat in the drivers side, sort of dumbfounded. What the hell were you gonna do? You took a deep breath in, okay, to start, let’s move to the back seat and lay down so no one sees you in the car. Then, sit and wait till someone gets you?

‘God I really dug your own grave with this one,” was all you could think. Your own mistake bounced around your head on repeat, regret filling your veins

You couldn’t help but think of Chuuya. You missed him so badly, and even if you were still a little hurt by his outburst, you would kill to just be home with him again. You couldn’t help but think of what you’d do with Chuuya once you got home. You’d hold him close, cradle his face, kiss him and feel him up.

You were distracted from your thoughts from hearing a motorcycle driving up behind you, and you couldn’t help but perk up praying it was Chuuya. You expected it to be a pipe dream, but you noticed the motorcycle slowing down, and it was definitely his. He parked it in front of your car, before walking back and you scrambled to the front seat to unlock the doors. He opened the door and placed his helmet in the back seat, barely having enough time to move his hands back before you moved yourself over the center console and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I was so scared I was gonna have to stay the night here..”

“I’d never let that happen.”

“How did you find me anyways?”

“I remember you saying something or other about this mountain being a nice place to relax. It was just a lucky guess.”

Chuuya couldn’t help but chuckle at the way you nestled your face in his jacket, and he raked his hands through your hair. He held your head in place to help calm you down.

“Listen..I’m so sorry for what I said..it was an asshole move.” Chuuya grabbed your shoulders and pushed you back, kissing you on the cheek quickly before pulling away.

“It’s fine..just don’t do it again.” You said, looking away from him.

“Is that it?” Chuuya questioned.

“What do you mean?”

“Well..I caused all this, why forgive me right away?”

You shook your head.

“What, do you expect me to ask you to get on your knees and grovel at my feet?” You poked his cheek and looked at him with a grin.

“Well, no but..”

“Listen, Chuuya, you apologized, and that’s enough. Just make an effort to not do it again.”

Chuuya nodded, before getting a sly expression.

“Well..I should still try and say sorry for what I did, right? Should I spoil you once we get home?” Chuuya’s question had undeniable flirty undertones, and you couldn’t help but heat up at his insinuation.

“Well? Should l?”

You looked right at Chuuya.

“Of course you can. But..” you trailed off.

“What is it?”

You looked at Chuuya with a dumb look. How does he not know?

“Well my car is out of gas and I don’t really wanna leave it here overnight..”

Chuuya giggled, looking overly confident. What bullshit was he gonna stir up now?

“I think you’ve forgotten I can control gravity.”

You laughed at what he was insinuating and how proud he looked at his rebuttal.

“Alright but you better not drop my car!”

Chuuya nodded, chuckling and leading you to his motorcycle.

Luckily, Chuuya didn’t drop your car. You honestly didn’t know how he managed to hide it from everyone and drive his motorcycle at the same time, but he is a man of many talents.

Once you and Chuuya arrived at your shared penthouse, he entered the elevator and picked you up bridal style and carried you inside of your house, and once you entered the door you pushed Chuuya up against the door. Chuuya looked taken aback at your bold move, but he quickly melted into the kiss and let you wrap your arms around his waist. As much as Chuuya loved how you pressed him against the door and yourself against him, he wanted to pamper you today, and he couldn’t really do that like this. He gripped your arms and spun until you were pressed against the door instead, and he leaned back in to keep kissing your lips. He pressed his knee into your crotch while trailing down to kiss you on your neck, and settling atop your chest, kissing and licking your exposed skin.

Chuuya kept one hand on the side of your head and the other slowly crept up your shirt, until he made contact with your bra and reached behind your back to undo the bra strap. Once your bra was undone, he brought both of his hands down to lift your shirt up and over your frame. He was still kissing you, running his hands over your chest and pulling and twisting over your nipples. You gently moaned into the kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist. The new position gave Chuuya more power, so he relentlessly pressed you into the wall and kissed you even deeper, reaching his hand down into your shorts to rub short circles into your clit.

You moaned louder into his mouth, and Chuuya finally decided that was enough and carried you over to the bed and sat down on it with your legs still wrapped around him. He moaned at the way you tugged on his hair when he gently bit down on your nipple.

Chuuya removed your shorts and underwear by hooking his finger on them, adoring the way you kicked them off of your legs. You reached down to unbutton his vest, and he sat up to pull his jacket and vest off in one go. He reached up and unbuttoned his white button up shirt, letting it sit on him like a jacket.

Chuuya laid back, gripping your ass and trying to push you up.

“You wanna sit on my face?”

Your eyes widened, before turning away embarrassed.

“What’s the hold up?” Chuuya asked.

“Well it’s a little embarrassing,”

“It’s not like we haven’t done it before.”

You swallowed thickly, “and every time it’s embarrassing.”

Chuuya smiled, rubbing circles into your thighs to calm you down.

“You’re so pretty, especially when your pretty cunt is all over my face.”

You would’ve been more worrisome, but ever since you got home you’d been desperate. Chuuya was so good with his tongue, you couldn’t help but fantasize and subconsciously lift yourself up and over his face.

“There you go,” Chuuya praised.

You hovered over Chuuya’s face, and Chuuya was running out of patience. He gripped your thighs to bring you closer to him, and once his tongue made contact with your cunt you saw stars. You shamelessly ground yourself onto his tongue, as Chuuya guided you back and forth on his face, rocking you back and forth. Chuuya loved the small moans that left your mouth.

“Mmnn..Chuu..”

“Hm?” Chuuya hummed from under you.

“Feels good..” you mumbled; Chuuya chuckled. He kept licking your clit to the best of his abilities, proving to be slightly difficult as you rocked yourself against his face. Chuuya loved your desperacy, but he wanted to please you himself. He felt awful about what he said to you earlier, and all he wanted was to was fuck you so good all the crying and negative thoughts swirling through your head from his unkind words would be completely forgotten, and instead replaced with pleasure. He gripped your thighs tight enough to keep you in place, using the opportunity to swirl his tongue around your clit. He loved how your thighs tightened around his head.

Chuuya was practically drooling at the taste of your cunt, small amounts of saliva dribbling around the corner of his mouth. He licked a stripe up your cunt, moaning at your taste.

“So good..” Chuuya mumbled, voice muffled by your thighs.

Chuuya reached his tongue up to your hole, licking around it before slowly pushing his tongue inside. You jumped at his actions, grinding your cunt onto his face. You feared you may hurt him if you kept at it, but the feeling was so addicting you couldn’t stop.

Chuuya’s tongue was as deep inside you as it could go, thrusting his tongue desperately. You tasted amazing, your sensitivity was alluring, you looked amazing above him.

How had he ever said those terrible things to you?

You grinding yourself into Chuuya’s mouth eventually evolved into you just riding his face. His nose swirled your clit as you humped on him, and your legs started shaking even more as you gripped the bedsheets and Chuuya’s hair. Chuuya was barely even moving his mouth at this point, as you were doing most of the work for yourself. Chuuya wanted to do all of the work, but he let it slide because he could tell how good it felt.

“Chuuya, ‘m cumming!” You yelped out. Chuuya couldn’t help but reach his hand down to touch his raging hard on. He rubbed on it, causing small whimpers to leave his mouth, the vibrations sending you over the edge and making you cum with a cry. Your cum dripped down onto his face, and he had no shame in licking it up. Still leaning over his face, he would lick your sensitive cunt while cleaning up your cum, and he would always twitch at your overstimulated cries. He couldn’t help it anymore, he shamelessly began to tug his pants down while you were still lingering above him and catching your breath. He tugged his pants and boxers down until there was just enough room for his cock, and he began pumping himself desperately.

“You taste so good..I can’t help it..” he said. His voice had a tinge of regret in it, and you could tell he was sitting in shame from what he said to you.

You lifted yourself off of Chuuya on shaky thighs, and Chuuya gripped your thighs to help you gently lift yourself off of him. You fell to Chuuya’s side, lifting yourself to lay your face next to him. You rested your hand in his hair, ruffling it.

“I’m sorry for being such an asshole earlier.” Chuuya grumbled, not towards you but himself. He still couldn’t get over how dumb he was. What was the point in insulting you? Why did he say those things? Why would he ever say anything to hurt you when you’ve never shown him anything but kindness? You’re so patient with him, he can’t even imagine why he would ever hurt you, even if it was a fit of anger.

“Don’t freak out, Chuuya. It’s fine now. I know you’re sorry.”

“Even if you forgive me, let me treat you good. Make you forget all those things I said.” Chuuya said as he turned over to you and leaned above you, towering over you with his hands on either side of your face. Chuuya currently had his pants and boxers pulled down to his mid thigh, and you giggled when his legs faltered from above you because of the lack of space. Chuuya noticed this and reddened a little bit, pulling his pants the rest of the way down. With this he took his white button up off the rest of the way, leaving himself completely naked. He straddled your hips so he could lean down and kiss and nibble on your neck, and you giggled as he prodded into your thigh.

Chuuya brought his hand down to rub circles on your clit, and you jumped at the overstimulation. He ground himself against your leg as he slowly pushed two of his fingers past your tight hole. Pulling his fingers apart to scissor and stretch you out as preparation. You felt dizzy, partially from crying in your car earlier but also from his actions. He slowly pushed a third finger inside, and you groaned at the stretch. The burn was slight, but you couldn’t even think about that as you thrust your hips up and down on his hand. His fingers were so nice. They were pretty and long and had little scars spread sporadically across them from what you presumed were past battles, leaving some spots white in comparison to the rest of his skin.

He leaned down, his chest flush with yours as he panted into your neck. He would occasionally suck on the side of your neck until it turned purple, keeping a firm grip on your hair in the process. Chuuya’s cock was throbbing, and he couldn’t help himself from grinding himself down on your thigh here and there.

“Pretty..”

Chuuya has decided that he had stretched you out plenty, so he slowly pulled his fingers out and licked them clean as you stared at him in awe. Chuuya lifted himself from your thigh, twitching at the warm feeling of your pussy as he slowly pushed himself inside. He only had the tip, but it was more than enough for him to whimper slightly. He wasn’t typically this sensitive, but after everything that happened today, he was pitifully needy. He needed to feel you around him and taste you on his tongue, and so much more. He had to make up for everything he did.

Chuuya slowly pushed himself past your tight entrance, throwing his head back as you clenched around him. It was strange to see him so needy, but it certainly wasn’t bad. It was foreign but comfortable despite it. He finally reached the hilt, and he almost immediately started pulsing and twitching inside of you. Chuuya sat there for a few moments, waiting for you to adjust, before you whined and started thrusting your hips yourself.

“Please move..Chuuya..”

Chuuya wanted to let you get comfortable, but you clearly had other plans, and who was he to deny you what you wanted? Tonight was all about you. Chuuya gripped your hips, holding you in place.

“Let me do all the work, darling.”

Chuuya slowly pulled out to the tip, snapping his hips back in place. You yelped, moving your hands up to hold his shoulders to get some sense of stability, but you ended up digging your nails into his shoulders to help ground yourself. Chuuya could feel the sting as his shoulders turned white where your nails were, but he loved it. The sting felt so good, almost deserved. Even if you didn’t do it with any malicious intent, or do it for some revenge plan, it helped him to feel somewhat even with you. Not to mention, it just felt really good.

Chuuya kept thrusting into you relentlessly. After getting some semblance of self control, he started aiming himself towards your g-spot, which he knew by heart. He knew exactly where it was and how you liked to have it touched, and once he quickly found it, he started targeting that spot without stopping. It was, for lack of a better word, overstimulating. You pulled Chuuya down towards your face, wanting to hold him close. You removed one of his hands from your hips and entangled it with your fingers, holding his hand as it rested next to your head. Chuuya loved the feeling, moving his other hand from your hip as well. He held your hands above your head, leaving you to arch your back up into him. You reached your head up just enough to make contact with his lips, and he pushed your head down into the mattress, kissing you deeply. His tongue danced along yours.

He moved his lips to barely hover over yours, moving his dominant hand down to press on your stomach.

“You like that, pretty? Like how deep you can feel me?”

You whimpered and nodded your head, moving your now free hand to tangle in his hair. Chuuya trailed his hand down to brush over your stomach and eventually your clit, rubbing circles on it. You cried into Chuuya’s mouth, the sound muffled. You moved your hand down to his back, holding him in place.

“Keep going, ‘m close..”

Chuuya kept his pace, his legs never faltering. He rubbed circles on your clit with excellency. You always wondered how he had gotten so experienced despite his lack of free time. You kept holding Chuuya in place, pulling him to lay flush with your stomach. His lips still lingered over yours, and you tightened around him and came with a loud moan. What you didn’t realize, however, was that you had squirted, drenching his entire lower abdomen in your cum. Chuuya’s eyes widened at this. Chuuya lifted himself up and looked down to where your bodies met. He smirked at the sight, and when he looked up and saw your embarrassed face he grinned, kissing your temple.

Chuuya could feel himself twitching inside of you. He was right on the edge. He was so close, and it was making him feel emotional.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I called you annoying.”

Chuuya was teetering so close to the edge, and the way you held him close only made it worse. He was feeling so many conflicted emotions, he couldn’t help it.

“I don’t know why I told you to leave me alone, I don’t know what I’d do if you really did.” Chuuya cut himself off, rubbing circles on your clit again. Overstimulated, you shut your eyes and dug them into his neck.

“You being gone for just a few hours was driving me crazy.”

You pulled your head away and brought your hand up to play with Chuuya’s hair.

“It’s alright, Chuu. I know you’re sorry. You don’t have to be mad at yourself forever.” You brushed your fingers through Chuuya’s hair, curling his hair around your finger in a perfect manner. “I’m not even mad at you anymore.” As you spoke, Chuuya was slowing down his movements and he came. You forgave him, and he could rest easy. The confirmation slowed his heart rate down, his body slowing down as well before eventually leading to a halt. He kissed your collarbones and nipples before pulling out of you. Chuuya flipped your positions so you could rest above him, burying your face in his neck as your legs intertwined. Chuuya smiled when you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He rubbed gentle circles on your hips to help soothe what he could only assume was sore, before lifting you up and carrying you to the bathroom.

“You did so good for me,” Chuuya whispered right in your ear as he carried you, placing you inside the bathtub.

“‘M sorry..” Chuuya mumbled yet again, clearly a little ashamed.

You didn’t respond, instead gripping his arm to pull him into the bath with you. Chuuya landed on top of you and you giggled. All he could have hoped for is that you’d forgive him, and it seemed like you did.

Wc - 4.3k

When Chuuya pinned reader to the wall, all I could think about was how he’d have to be on his tippy toes to kiss me bc I’m so much taller than him😭 he’s so cute :’)

#bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs smut #bsd #bsd smut #chuuya nakahara x reader #nakahara chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #bungou stray dogs chuuya #chuuya x reader #chuuyabsd #chuuya smut

[techni-kolor]

Meursault’s Origins

Hello everyone! (Or the approx 4 and a half people who will view this!) 

I was wondering recently why Meursault’s appearance in the anime/manga looked so damn familiar and it FINALLY clicked tonight! And I decided to share my likely insane revelation. Hint: It involves someone we already know.

My theory is that Meursault is an experiment that was based on Arthur Rimbaud’s ability “Illuminations” and then later perfected after the war had finished. From what we know about the Great War in the BSD Universe it involved a fair amount of ability users! From spies-- Arthur Rimbaud, Paul Verlaine, to medics-- Yosano Akiko, Mori Ougai, to soliders-- Fukuchi Ochi, Fukuzawa Yukichi, even experimental life forms designed to turn the tide of a war-- Nakahara Chuuya. Basically the whole war became a clash of abilities so strong and volatile that it nearly tore the whole world apart. And who do we know who is fantastic at containing volatile entities/abilities and served in the war on the side of France? Mr. Randou himself. 

Exhibit A: The location of the prison itself. France is the known origin country of Arthur Rimbaud. He served the DGSS in it’s field operations division for many years there and remained loyal to them until losing his memories. I always found it odd that Meursault was in Western Europe since most of the major conflict arcs take place locally in Japan but this could explain the significance. Meursault itself is also a French word which could be another tie or simply a clue to its precise location. 

Exhibit B + C: We know that Illuminations is capable of containing extremely powerful abilities within its hyperspace AND capable of restraining Dazai when needed. Rimbaud literally retrieved an entity who defies the laws of physics in the form of Arahabaki and was also easily able to work around the possibility of nullification when battling Dazai in the Fifteen Arc by simply encasing him within a sub-sub space of his ability.  

Exhibit D: French researcher Pan and the existence of Black No. AKA Paul Verlaine. We already know that experimentation was happening in France at the hands of a citizen and that when the DGSS became aware they halted it. However, we know that the information gathered by these trials was not destroyed as it falls into the hands of the Japanese Government a short time later leading to ...

(Suribachi City built in the aftermath of Arahabki emerging due to war time experiments.) 

We don’t know exactly why the information was never destroyed. Unless there was reason to keep it under government power rather than riding the world of unethical, immoral instructions on human lab rats. Something like using it in further experiments themselves? 

Exhibit E: This is likely painfully obvious but it just looks similar! The yellow, glowing, floating squares evoke the same imagery. Which I admit could be a coincidence and why the cells are rounded rather than squares in the anime ... but the yellow, shimmering look is interesting. 

Now ... why would such a thing be needed? And why would such a thing exist specifically in times of war? Well I thought about and decided that maybe Meursault has a darker history than we imagined. I wonder if Mersault was designed to house prisoners of war. A prison that could entrap any ability user for an indefinite period of time sounds rather helpful when the enemy has strong Gifteds, right? Imagine Mori’s troops without Yosano Akiko or Japan losing Fukuchi Ochi’s Mirror Lion ability for combat? It could easily turn the tide of the war if enough ability users were removed from the battle field. It’s only once the war is over that it is converted to a maximum security prison 

And maybe all the other sneaky experiments contained within its walls are halted ,,, dense water anyone? It would suck to be waterboarded with as an enemy spy or to surround important locations where you do not want enemy forces marching into. Interesting technology at the very least and quite possibly the result of another gravity manipulator? Someone else we know? Such as Paul Verlaine, another French spy who was involved in experiments himself? It’s all very intriguing, my friends! 

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[inured-ethereal]

Triple Black

Chapter One: Life A New

Many in the mafia believe that the highest of the mafia’s rankings is the boss, Ougai’s ranking, but that assumption would be incorrect. I hold the most elevated position of power in the mafia, the mafia’s underboss, but Ougai seems to favor the term “little princess”. He may be the boss but I’m the real strength behind the mafia.

Walking along the railings of the mafia headquarters is always calming, at one point it was my only escape from Ougai and his ways. The wind blew through my long hair tossing it around along with the fabric of my long red dress. The sound of the bustling streets of Yokohama rings in my ears despite it being late night or early morning, I can't keep track anymore. The days just run by, hours blending together, waiting for a call from Ougai, him needing me for my power or something else. Basking in the moonlight is my only solace until I feel my phone vibrating in my bag. He needs me. I hop off the railing and reach for my bag and the device inside, answering it.

"Hello." I greeted simply,

"Why hello, my darling! I require you in my office immediately!" he quickly responds his usual cheery voice sounding the slightest bit off,

"Yes sir." then the buzzing of an ending phone call rang through the night.

Our phone conversations are always short but never sweet, they hold a bitter taste on my tongue, holding fear for what's to come. Nonetheless, I take a fast pace down the stairs toward his office. Arriving within a minute I take my usual perch above his bookshelves, a spot he carved out to be seen by no one but himself, being able to keep me close without the other's knowledge. I take a quick look at his face, gauging his mood behind that lying smile.

“X, I require your services…” Ougai voiced out loud, seemingly more to the room than to me.

I see what’s going on.

"A mission has been quite troublesome and I require your expertise, it seems as though no one is competent here but you X…" he continues.

Who's there? He just lets a sigh out through his mouth, disappointed in my lack of an answer. Ushering for two men to come out from their hiding places. They were both.. on the ceiling? What is going on here? I was almost surprised that they still seemed confused, they still couldn’t see me even when they were on the ceiling Ougai really thought of everything with this hiding place, but I remained unmoving. I can’t move until he makes the order. I can’t do anything without his order. Without him…

"This is X. X meet Chuuya and Dazai, I'm sure you've heard about them by now." He pointed at each of them as he said their names. He continued to say "While they're strong and I'm sure could take care of this task alone, I fear that you have become rusty. So I will be pairing the three of you up for this mission at least."

‘Rusty’. God’s no, I’m not rusty, I can’t be rusty, he’ll dispose of me. I can’t go back there. Never. No matter what.

Ougai wasn’t able to continue speaking before he was cut off by the two’s bickering. Yelling something about not wanting to work with the other, throwing insults left and right. The brunette mainly insulted the ginger's height, which while slightly funny I didn't dare voice a laugh, I continued to stare at Ougai. Once the two were done with their screaming match Chuuya turned away, opting to look towards Ougai instead.

"Who is this X anyways? How can they do better than me alone? Is their ability really that great? I don't need him or them to complete any mission! The coward hasn’t even shown their face to us!" Chuuya voiced loudly.

Ougai smiled, the smile he had when he was ready to play his trump card. “X, you may come out now.” he looked at me from my quarter nodding, and I jumped down to meet him at his side.

Chuuya quickly shut up, I couldn’t make out the expression on his face. It was like nothing I’d seen aimed toward me before, it was soft, a face of pity perhaps, kindness maybe? I had no idea but it made me feel something I couldn’t put into words. Dazai interjected with a scoff, adding to Chuuya’s previous disdain.

"I think she's beautiful but surely she can't do the job better than me! And such lovely hands, perhaps she could strangle me with those pretty nails digging into my neck" Dazai fantasized while I had to hold back a jolt at his words.

"She can do anything you can do five times faster and more efficiently I promise you." Ougai snapped harshly. I almost let out a scoff, he never liked it when someone mistreated me. Not because he cared about me though, after all, he does the same. He just didn't like when people insulted his possessions. He calmed and said "She will be an asset to your team trust me. Your mission will be explained to you soon, arrive on time, and complete this at all costs." They both nodded, Chuuya more angrily, and walked out.

As soon as I was sure the door had shut I looked to Ougai silently asking permission to speak, with his nod of approval I spoke, "What's assignment is so difficult you need me and two other people to complete it?" I asked. He smiled at me, the smile I loathed, "I have no doubt that you could do this alone, however, I worry for you, you know?" I shot him a confused look, he has never shown any care for my well-being, "I fear you will become rusty without the proper use… You seem to just soak in solitude when you aren’t on a job, I think this will be good for you." I wanted to laugh, he just wanted to show me off huh, scare some other organization out of messing with the Port Mafia again. He doesn't care. Not that I’d want him to care, like when I was younger.

"Very well is that all?" he sighs at my lack of excitement about this arrangement and the prospect of his care. "Yes that will be all, go to your room and prepare for the assignment, a car will arrive early tomorrow to drive you and the executives to your mission." I nod in recognition and walk out, heading toward my small room, at least it's not his room like it was when I was younger. Walking in I discard my dress and get into my combat uniform, I prefer it over the dress Ougai makes me wear, just a simple black turtleneck and black pants accompanied by Ougai’s coat and exchange the long elegant white gloves with the short black ones he gave me when he took me in. Then I sat in wait letting the hours ooze between my gloved fingers until it was time.

When the clock struck two, I got up off the bed heading toward the area with the car that would be taking us to our mission, the car was already there as expected, but there were the two executives despite me being thirty minutes early. Much to my dismay, this was not one of the usual cars nor the limo Ougai likes to drive around in, so I assume we are trying to be more inconspicuous. However, this also meant there were only three seats in the back seat, and because the two boys were already seated a space away from each other I was forced to sit between them.

It was odd, instead of feeling uncomfortable squished between the two men, it almost felt peaceful. Chuuya was warm and comforting against me, while Dazai was cold but just as comforting. Never before have I felt like this, but, I guess that's to be expected considering how little interaction I've had with anyone outside of Ougai, who is far from comforting. It was a pleasant ride, silent and oddly without tension between the two men, which I had come to expect from them, I can only imagine why. However, I couldn't be comforted by their presence for long, I know they would surely despise me after using my ability, but I suppose that is my fate, an eternity of loneliness.

Though I felt comforted by their presence I could still feel that they were sizing me up. Their burning gazes didn’t cease until we arrived at our destination, a warehouse of sorts, who would’ve thought? If he called on me surely it means that there is more to this than a small exchange of goods. We all exited the car and headed toward the large doors pushing past them and being met with nothing but the usual worn-down walls and crumbling ceiling that usually was present in these types of exchanges.

The confused silence didn’t last long though it was quickly replaced with gunfire, nothing new. I swept past the bullets, heading toward the area where the gunfire was coming from. While I was doing so the two executives didn’t take too much longer than me to regain their composure and begin to use their weapons and abilities. Chuuya activated his ability and began to fight back against the bullets sending them back toward the attackers with a swift kick. Dazai seemed to not have much going for him in this situation though he just seemed to be scraping by, using his gun instead of his ability. While he is a nice shot, surely he can’t make it far with that alone?

Never mind that I need to focus at least a little on my own safety and part in this mission. It won’t take much longer with my ability anyway. I made it to the outside of the building within seconds, still hearing the gunfire, I deduced that they were somewhere outside the building. They were easy to spot though wearing way too much armor out in the open, clearly a sign of fear. With urgency, I made my way up the side of the building toward the platforms where the men were shooting from and strolled towards them. They were too wrapped up in their own mission to even notice that I was approaching until it was too late. I had already taken off my leather gloves and placed my left hand on each of them with an uttered “I order you, die now…” with that they immediately fell to the floor with no sign of distress or wounds, the perfect murder. The two below me finally noticed both that I was gone and that the gunfire ceased.

I jumped through the window on the ceiling that the men were shooting from to the floor a few feet in front of the two men. I walked slowly up to the red-headed executive placed my right hand on his arm and muttered quietly “I order you, live now…” And then placed my gloves back on looked the two in the eye without another word and walked out to the car waiting. This time I got to pick the seat I was in, and based on the little interaction I’d seen between the two, I was expecting a long and loud car ride. The car ride back to headquarters was silent unlike what I expected, though it was not unpredictable per se. As is my curse, the curse of war.

They followed close behind me towards Ougai’s office, in silence still, Dazai only running ahead of me once we were within a few feet of the door. He knocked earning a quick ‘come in’ from Ougai before pushing the double doors open. Ougai was facing us, holding his head in his hands with his usual smile.

“Did you complete the mission?” he asked, he already knew the answer, but I suspect he wanted to know their impression of me and my ability.

Dazai paused, looking down, I was preparing myself for an onslaught of disgust and insults, instead, Dazai looked up with a chipper smile.

“She was amazing! I’ve never seen such amazing power! She even looked good while doing it! She could kill me so easily and painlessly! If only this troublesome ability wasn’t in the way!” he swooned, racing towards me and getting on his knees below me, caressing my hand through my gloves before intertwining his hand with mine “Either way, Belladonna would you please grant me an elegant death with your exquisite hands?”

Of all the things I was expecting to happen, this never qualified. This man really did have a death wish, his intense gaze was making me somewhat uncomfortable. Just then Chuuya placed his hand on my shoulder making me jump slightly.

“I hate to agree with the mackerel but he’s right her power was… helpful. The mission went smoothly.” Chuuya grumbled.

Ougai laughed, “Yes she’s a spectacle isn’t she!”

I whipped my head up looking at Ougai, a pitiful look on my face a look of confusion, fear, and discomfort. What was going on? I’m not prepared to handle this.

Ougai laughed again at the look on my face, “I’m glad the three of you are getting along so well, based on this experimental mission I’ve come to a decision!”

The three of us directed our attention back at him waiting for his next words.

He continued, “From this point to the foreseeable future, the three of you will be working together” he smiled as if we were all supposed to be delighted by this news.

I was not, I snatched my hand away from Dazai and shrugged Chuuya’s hand off of me shifting left of them, enough for me to calm down but not enough to the point that Ougai could be upset. They just stared at me confused, then Dazai got up off of his knees below me heading toward where I was standing, getting closer than I’d liked him to be.

“I for one think it’s a great idea boss! It’s sure an upgrade from the slug! A stunning and powerful asset!” he complimented as Chuuya grumbled in the same spot. Why was this happening? Was I not useful on my own anymore? Has he grown tired of me? Is it just a matter of time before he sends me back there? I was dwelling in my own thoughts, the darkness having its’ grip on me once again, the war stirring in me. Chuuya just nodded in agreement at Dazai’s statement and with everyone’s content but mine Ougai smiled.

“Effective immediately I would like the three of you to move into a room at headquarters so that your progress can be monitored and your teamwork can improve” Ougai finished.

This time the two seemed less enthralled by the news, I’m glad I’m not the only one objecting now. They were now yelling about each other’s bad habits and how annoyed they would be having to share a living space with each other. It was odd for them to hate each other so much but know so much about each other laughable even. So against my better judgment, I let out a little snicker. I thought it wouldn’t even be audible over their yelling but apparently, it was because both of them turned to look at me, both of their stern gazes softening the smallest bit at my laugh. Once I realized it was silent and everyone was staring at me I retreated to behind Ougai’s desk and away from the two allowing a stern look to return to my face.

Ougai looked from me and then back at the two before speaking to us again, “I expect the three of you to train together tomorrow, I will send some men to clear out your respective rooms and move them into your new home!” he exclaimed. The two of them nodded before taking the hint and leaving the room, I stayed silent until they left. It finally dawned on me how serious he was, this was actually happening.

Turning to Ougai I looked at him with a face of fear, he smiled at me as he usually did. “Come now this is good for you! I have no doubt you’ll make a great team!” he waited for my answer. “I have no doubt of that either… However, you know very well I can take any mission on my own so why pair me up with two executives?” I asked. “You know very well why. Or would you prefer to go back there?” he threatened with a dead look in his eyes, a sinister look he only held when he wanted to instill fear, to make it known that he was serious. “No sir” and with that, his usual cheery smile was back. “Good girl!” he beamed “It appears double black is now triple black..”

Slight A/N: Sorry that the reader is portrayed with feminine characteristics and she/her pronouns! This will change after the first few chapters! I'm not sure how often I'll update this but I will be uploading other content as well! I have two other chapters written so far and will post those within a few days! I hope you enjoyed this! Also, this is a very self-indulgent series btw so it will probably not be for everyone </3 Also if anyone is curious this takes place when Dazai, Chuuya, and the reader are all 18!

#chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #bungou stray dogs #chuuya x reader x dazai #tw mori #ftm reader

[plinko-mori]

@dizzyfuzzy I hope you will enjoy these...

More than 30 reasons of why I relate a lot to Ougai Mori

1) Clingy and cloying

2) Rational and logic

3) Necessity to have many things around us under our control

In those three aspects we are the same

My closest friends use always those words to describe me too, and well I can't deny it... I'm clingy as fuck

I always use, and try to avoid it but it's hard

4) We have our both "Elise-chan" that people confuse it with a crime because of the weird obssesion

This needs an explanation but not too deep because this is not analyzing Mori's character with Elise

Mori's relationship with Elise is bad seen for most of the BSD fandom, telling he is a pedophile (something I disagree) and pedophilia is actually a crime

Incest too, but why is it related?

Because when I talk about my dad, I sound like clingy Mori interacting with Elise... When I clarify the fact it's just my dad and I love him a lot, people think I'm incestuous

5) Way to talk, same tone of voice

6) Manipulation

7) Emotional blackmail

8) See someone small and younger, adopt them, give them our affection, traumatize them, we loving them and hope the same affection back

Also having favouritism which from time to time are noticeable

9) Taking the charge of a leader very seriously

10) Dramatic bitches

11) Be with a person, torture them, affect them my own words and see how they fall to pieces in front of you over something as minuscule as words

Attitudes and parts of my personality that I share with Mori, not only that I notice but that people tell me while explaining to me why they call me «Mori»

8 and 11 may look the same but they are actually not

8 is about how I actually adore many people that I end up traumatizing by mistake when I try to give them lessons... While number 11 is related to me enjoying some people suffering!

12) Walking red flags

I don't think this one is necessary to explain tho...

13) Necessity to take care of people, to make them grow in their biggest potential

14) Throwing everyone's emotions and desires (including our own) out the window in favour of the """optimal solution"""

15) Can hurt people close to us if it's necessary for them

This is getting way too personal but that's basically how it is

Last year I wanted to break a friendship that was basically annoying me but the other person still wanted to be my friend

So I started to do things with some people to make her lost interest, hate me, I betrayed her trust whatever and basically how she ended the friendship was like that scene of PM Dazai arguing with Mori after the Oda-event

16) Observers and analytics

17) Changing our mood from one second to the next

18) Being reserved with our emotions about how we really feel about doing various things we do/did/will do

Idk I just don't like sharing many emotions tbh... It's not like «lmao I'm edgy» but a «I won't tell you the truth so believe what you want to believe»

19) Choosing the worst possible option that makes us look the shittiest

20) Both wanted to die when we were younger

21) Similar to Mori, I'm in charge of my house and I I have to organize everything

I make sure everyone is taking good care of themselves (they don't so I do it), I make sure how they spend the money so later we don't have problems, I organize almost everything they do and make them remember everything because hahan't good memory

I feel like a slave to my own family as I am the only one who takes care of their welfare lol

22) We both act "childish and silly" to "strangers", to people we are starting to know oh but the people we know for a long time? They know we are bastards

Anecdote but that Atsushi scene of Mori interacting with him happened to me in real life and it was weird but hilarious

23) "Even if that's true, so what?"

Ignoring the fact that this happened with an ex friend... Because I literally said it and had the Yosano scene-

I love that phrase, ignoring the post I'll do analyzing it... I don't feel it's necessary to explain everything to everybody

Even if there are horrible interpretations of things, people should be prepared to face anything. Bad or good things, also to ignore their emotions and do anything they need to do or should do... So what? What's the problem with it? Ignore the reputation you give to people and worry a little more about yourself, about the things you must or should do

24) Friends that treat us like trash and we don't do anything to stop it <3

25) Ideals, optimal solution >>>>>>>>>>>

26) Know exactly what to do in our lives and who to actually trust to stay at our side

27) People trying to understand or predict us, kind of, understand us, but they don't quite manage to do so– Dazai when Mori released Q, me with ex friends and more etc

Some people tried to predict me into something??? And I literally did something worse and they got shocked and I laughed

28) Dislike dirty things, probably hate them

29) Medical things, like, if someone tells me my hand are cold I will answer something like:

"Cold hands are often a sign that your body is trying to maintain its normal body temperature. However, always having cold hands could indicate that there is a problem with blood flow or blood vessels in the hands"

30) Being paranoid (a little, maybe) about ending up as one person we don't want to be like but it's not like we say it a lot-

31) People do not fucking understand us and that offends me tbh... The things I do is for the greatest good for them and Mori also did it for the best of them

32) «Heart!? This is war. It's a side where the side that cares about "heart" first loses»

For me it's a fact and you can't convince me otherwise

33) Dude our friends/people we interact to are the same I see my friendships and ex-friends there

34) The necessity to control almost everything around us (I'm sorry)

#bsd mori #bsd ougai mori #bsd ogai mori #plinko mori #bsd mori ougai #bsd mori ogai #bsd mori kinnie #mori kinnie #bsd mori analysis #kinda

[cathy-plus-e]

heh my turn 🤭🤭

what is your biggest regret?

what kind of people annoys you the most in school?

what is one motto/belief/advice/life fact you live by?

do you ship anyone in BSD?

what made you like BSD?

(no pressure asks. just answer what u like <3)

My biggest regret is to not tell a doctor a symptom I had and keep having

The people that annoy me the most at school are the irresponsible people that blame their own mistakes on the teachers

“Do not look for something that is impossible to find” → Not everything has an answer, you can live while still having doubts, you don't need to have a big knowledge in everything to live... Sometimes no matter how hard you try, you will not get what you want... And all of that, it's okay

I shipp Rimlaine (Arthur Rimbaud × Paul Verlaine)

Ougai Mori, how deep the characters in general are and how the writer and drawer do many respectful references to the real life authors

#adopted parents council #adopted parents council asks

[sskk-ao3feed]

Empty Beauties and Sweet Nothings

by archerwrites

Another shock to his system. Chuuya felt his spine go rigid as he began to catch on. Why Mori brought him here, why he brought just him.

Apparently, Mori saw the understanding dawn on his face, because his smile widened and he spoke again. “I want you to join Port Mafia Modeling, Chuuya.”

Chuuya Nakahara is a street rat nobody until he's scouted by the Port Mafia Modeling agency, and suddenly his life is turned into a whirlwind of glitz and glam that he isn't sure how to handle.

But, for better or worse (though Chuuya would insist it was for the worst), a cheery model with a (literal) death wish floats into his life and their worlds turn upside down five times over.

Words: 10087, Chapters: 3/27, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Double Black

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

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Yosano Akiko (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo (Bungou Stray Dogs), Kunikida Doppo (Bungou Stray Dogs), Tanizaki Junichirou (Bungou Stray Dogs), Tanizaki Naomi, Miyazawa Kenji (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Gin, Edgar Allan Poe (Bungou Stray Dogs), Ozaki Kouyou (Bungou Stray Dogs), Tachihara Michizou (Bungou Stray Dogs), Higuchi Ichiyou (Bungou Stray Dogs), Mori Ougai (Bungou Stray Dogs), Fukuzawa Yukichi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Armed Detective Agency Ensemble (Bungou Stray Dogs), Port Mafia Ensemble (Bungou Stray Dogs), Armed Detective Agency and Port Mafia Ensembles (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu & Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo/Edgar Allan Poe (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo & Yosano Akiko (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Humor, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Dazai-Typical Suicide Mentions (Bungou Stray Dogs), Alternate Universe - No Powers, Model Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Photographer Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu is a Mess (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya is a Mess (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu is Bad at Feelings (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya Is So Done (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya is So Done with Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya is Bad at Feelings (Bungou Stray Dogs), Soukoku | Double Black (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya Needs a Hug (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu is a Little Shit (Bungou Stray Dogs), No Ability AU, rating for language and sad stuff, Minor Ozaki Kouyou/Yosano Akiko (Bungou Stray Dogs), i love my lesbians, I Will Go Down With This Ship, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, soukoku doesn't do feelings, imma be honest me either, the bsd fandom needs tissues and therapy, THERE ARE SO MANY TAGS IM SORRY, no beta we die like men, Model Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Angst with a Happy Ending, what's a skk fic without sad feelings right, kind of a niche au but i kinda love it, i know nothing about modeling or modeling agencies i'm sorry

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/41547786

[jumpingjaxx13]

First Lines

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

No one tagged me, but I saw it and thought it would be fun! I’ll tag @boostthatgold and @immaplatypus if you want to participate! No pressure obvs!

Also, as a disclaimer, I realized that many of my first lines are rather abrupt, simple sentences, so I put in the first few lines for some. I’ll be putting a “Keep Reading” a little bit of the way down!

Finally, if you decide you want to read one of these fics, be sure to read the tags!! Many of these contain angst and/or dark themes, but not all. Please heed the tags so you can make sure it’s right for you!

1. Purpose, Kurogiri & Tomura Shigaraki

“Do you trust me?” It was a heavy question to expect a young child to answer, but there was no way to avoid asking it.

2. Tuesday Morning Flowers, Ougai Mori/Yukichi Fukuzawa

As of late, Tuesdays had become Ougai Mori's favorite day of the week. There was nothing particularly special about it-- in fact, it was an arbitrary selection that didn't harbor much significance-- but he had given it meaning of his own volition.

3. Understanding Love, Ryuunosuke Akutagawa/Atsushi Nakajima

Ryuunoske Akutagawa understood hatred.

It was something he had been saturated with as far back as he could remember. Whether he was struggling on the streets or thriving in the Port Mafia, he was more than familiar with being the object of fear and hatred. Even more so, he was accustomed to dishing it out.

4. Unstoppable Force, Ranpo Edogawa/Edgar Allan Poe

They found him on the sidewalk.

Over the course of his life, Ranpo had seen more corpses than the average person would ever wish to. They rarely perturbed him; they were little more than another element to any given case he was working on. Gruesome scenes didn’t leave him fazed in the slightest. He’d seen where a knife had sliced through someone’s throat, bullets pierced their chest, or their body had been mutilated to the point of entrails seeing the light of day.

Never before had he seen a body look this peaceful .

5. In the Language of Flowers Ch 2, Teru Hanazawa/Shigeo Kageyama

Kageyama Shigeo liked Takane Tsubomi.

Teru knew that well enough. Hell, anyone who had spent a decent amount of time around Shigeo would know that. It wasn’t something he necessarily tried to hide.

6. In the Language of Flowers Ch 1, Yuusuke Sakurai/Megumu Koyama

Love; what a concept. It was easily the strongest force in the universe while simultaneously being the most volatile. Love could be a saving grace and everything someone needed; Love could be the most destructive weapon known to mankind when wielded as such.

7. Lovely, Hatchi Kita/Robby Yarge

Betrothal. 

Hatchi had only been home for a short while before the topic was brought up again. It wasn’t new in the slightest-- he had always known that he would be paired off with some wealthy gentlewoman and that he was going to have to at least pretend to like it-- but he hadn’t expected it to happen so soon.  

8. Flawless, Katsuki Bakugou & Tsunagu Hakamata

“Ouch! Watch what you’re doing with that thing!”

“If you weren’t squirming around so much, you wouldn’t get poked as often.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

9. Where It Doesn’t Hurt, Tsunagu Hakamata/Keigo Takami

Heroism and death walked hand in hand. Any hero who insisted otherwise was either new, naive, or completely in denial. Hero society itself was born from the need to protect people against a new form of death and destruction that had razed the world upon the introduction of quirks, and it was impossible to separate the two.

10. Casual, Shouto Todoroki/Tenya Iida

Shouto was familiar with affection in theory . He knew what it was supposed to be like. When he was young, he experienced brief moments of loving kindness from his mother wherein she would kiss his forehead and run her fingers through his hair (the right side; he didn’t notice it at that age, but she always favored his right side).

11. Playing the Villain, Shuichi Iguchi & Tenko Shimura/Tomura Shigaraki

You can play with us, but you have to be the villain!

That was what the other kids said every time Shuichi approached them, costume cape tied around his neck and eager to join in with the other little ‘heroes.’ Even at only five years of age, he was more than familiar with that kind of discrimination-- that kind of unfairness -- but it never stopped him from going back to try again.

12. Running Out of Time, Hari Kurono/Kai Chisaki

Hari’s relationship with time was a unique one; that much, he could recognize without any issue.

13. Remembering Shirakumo, Kurogiri-centric, background Kurogiri/Atsuhiro Sako, background Shouta Aizawa/Hizashi Yamada

Being caught hadn’t been part of the plan.

14. Becoming Kurogiri, Kurogiri-centric, Kurogiri/Atsuhiro Sako, Kurogiri & Tomura Shigaraki 

Something was wrong. He could feel it in his bones: a deep, throbbing ache within him making his limbs heavy and distress swell up and spread to every extremity. The epicenter of his pain was positioned right above his eye, every awful feeling radiating out from that focused point. His head spun, rushing through empty thoughts faster than he could process their meaninglessness. The pain meant something; the weight meant something; this terrible, hurried static in his head meant something, but he could not place his finger on it. He was equal parts incoherent and consumed by his blank, dark surroundings and, had he possessed the bodily control to do so, he may have succumbed to nausea.

Move. Get away. You can’t stay here. You’re not safe. They’re not safe. You need to protect them. It’s too late.

15. Keepsakes Ch 3, Yogar Lyste/Kassius Konstantine

Minister Maketh Tua had died.

The news was laid upon him without ceremony or compassion, so he hardly had the bearings to comprehend it before the topic switched over. He could hardly ask for the information to be repeated-- no, he wouldn’t have a leg to stand on, seeing as he shouldn’t have been eavesdropping on a report between an ISB agent and a superior officer. Nevertheless, even if he weren’t intruding in such an unprofessional manner, his voice was nowhere to be found. Blood rushed from his cheeks, forgetting his limbs and turning him into an ashen grey statue as daunting, echoing thoughts boomed in his head.

16. A Quiet Night, Kurogiri/Atsuhiro Sako

Kurogiri hadn’t known quiet in over a decade. Ever since taking young Tomura Shigaraki under his wing, peace had become a foreign concept to the warp villain. If his hair could show from behind his smoke, each grey hair would tell the story of another late night where sleep just wasn’t an option; another close call that had him stitching up open wounds; another task placed on Shigaraki’s shoulders that he was still far too inexperienced to execute properly of which he often took the brunt of the consequences.

17. Same, Daniel/David or Daniel & David

“ This is for your own good. You’ll understand later.”

18. The Dark Knights, Bruce Wayne/Jeremiah Valeska

Killing Jerome Valeska the second time around felt too easy. The man had clawed and ripped his way out of hell, gasping through waves of shed blood to feed his madness, his entire being a reflection of everything perverse and rotten in the human soul. To be felled by a proverbial “fall from grace” was insulting.

19. Different, Jerome Valeska & Jeremiah Valeska, Jerome Valeska & Paul Cicero

Jeremiah was nothing like Jerome.

Even before they could speak, the boys couldn’t have been more different. Jeremiah would take the cheap, plastic blocks and pile them; Jerome would wait for the perfect moment to strike and knock them down. He would laugh; Jeremiah would not.

20. How to Lie to Yourself, Janus “Deceit” Sanders

Start with something simple.

Look in the mirror and hold your own gaze. Don’t break eye contact-- that’s a sign of weakness, even to yourself.

So, it looks like I definitely do have a pattern when it comes to opening lines. Out of these, I have to say that my favorite is either Unstoppable Force’s or Flawless’s line(s). 

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[bungou-stray-dingus]

Hello! If requests are open, can I please request a scenario where Mori and Akutagawa's s/o (separate) is in labor but problems arise with the birth. The baby comes out safely, but s/o loses too much blood and is in danger of dying. How would the two react to a very real chance of losing the love of their life? Ending is up to you. Angst is just my main request. Thank you!! 😊

A/N : OOOOH I LOVE ANGST! What a great request! I Love this!!! Thank you love~~ I got slightly carried away with Akutagawas... oops! I hope you enjoy though!

T/W : Birth Scenario; Blood; Near Death Experience; Reader! Death; Angst; All Around Sadness;

Mori

You looked so beautiful, the lighting in the room illuminated your sweat covered features, but you continued to smile up at him, squeezing his hand tighter with every contraction. He never thought that he would be lucky enough to meet someone like you, someone who loved him even when everyone else thought he was evil, sadistic, manipulative, he could go on forever, but you saw the good in him. You brought out the best part of him, all the love that he had, the love that he believed he would never be able to give anyone, he was able to give it to you, and he didn't want to give it to anyone else... that is, until you told him you were pregnant.

Finding out that you were expecting his child seemed like a miracle to him. Having a child of his own, a child that would be part him and part you, it was a dream come true. Whenever he thought about his child he would get this silly grin on his face, gazing off into space as he imagined what they would look like, what they would be like, he already had his child's future planned out. This was the most exciting, and the most important time in his life.

"We're going to make a beautiful family, aren't we dearest?" He murmured, his lips brushing against your temple as he spoke. The doctors were in the room, checking to see how dilated you were, checking the babies heart rate, everything was going great.

"Alright Mrs. Ougai. Looks like the little one is ready to come out. Let's get you ready." The doctors had your legs lifted in the stirrups, a light shone down between yours legs. Two other doctors helped keep your legs back at the end of the bed, while Mori and the midwife stayed up near your head, holding your hands as you began pushing. "You're doing great! Let's get a deep breath, and then I want you to push as hard as you can. Let's get that head out!"

Being in the Port Mafia had brought you your fair share of pain, you had been shot, you had been stabbed, at least before you had begun your relationship with Mori. Those things, that pain, that was nothing compared to this. It felt like fire, you understood now why many people called it the burning ring, it was terrible. Not only that, it felt like your bones were being broken over and over, crushed, snapped, ran over by a tractor trailer, it was awful. "I see the head, dear. You're so amazing." Mori whispered in between kisses that he pressed to your forehead.

One more push and he was out. Your beautiful son, his head was covered in raven black hair just like his fathers. "Our wonderful Hideo is here. You did fantastic, my dear." You heard his voice, but it felt like you were drifting, but it wasn't from the exhaustion of the labor process... it's like... you couldn't keep your eyes open no matter how hard you tried.

"Doc! Doctor! She won't stop bleeding!" One of the nurses yelled, but for some reason you didn't seem to mind it. You weren't worried much about yourself now, you heard your son crying in the distance... he sounded so far away... you had done your job though. You had brought your son into this world, he was healthy, he was strong... that's what you were supposed to do. Your vision became hazy around the edges, it was tiring trying to keep your eyes opened, so you finally closed them. The last sound you heard was the distorted mixture of voices, doctors yelling, Mori panicking, your son crying, and the slow beeping of the heart monitor.

"Get the bleeding to stop!" He shouted to the doctors, still gripping onto your hand. His eyes were wide as he stared down at the doctors who were working vigorously to try to stop the hemorrhaging. Was he just imagining that your hand was becoming colder with each passing second? Were his eyes playing tricks on him or was he watching the color in your face slowly fade?

"Get the baby out of here!" The doctor yelled back to the nurses who were working on Hideo. This isn't how he pictured it would happen. This wasn't the perfect delivery he had pictured, that he had imagined and day dreamed about while laying in bed next to you. What had gone wrong? "The uterus isn't contracting! It won't stop bleeding!"

"She's losing too much blood! Dammit!" Mori wasn't squeamish, he had seen a lot of stuff during his time in the Port, but this was even too much for him. He had to look away as the doctors hand and half his arm seemed to disappear between your legs. He hadn't read about any of this, he didn't think there would be any complications, he hadn't imagined that anything like this could happen to you.

Doctors rushed in with multiple needles, he couldn't focus on what they were saying though. He was staring at your face, how is it that you still looked so beautiful while on the brink of death. Your heart rate was dangerously low, he didn't have to look at the numbers on the screen to hear how distanced the beeping was. He refused to lose you like this though. You were his, a part of him, you had a son together, life wouldn't be this cruel to him.

The doctors jabbed the needles into your arms, he understood now why they brought in so many though. "Dammit! Blew the vein! I need another one!" You had so many blown veins, Mori knew your arms would be a black and blue bruised mess when you woke up. He was sure that you would wake up, you had to.

While one doctor was elbow deep massaging your uterus, the other doctor worked to find a vein that wouldn't collapse when the needle went in. "Too many veins are being blown! We have to try something else!" He shouted. Mori watched as both the doctors nodded to each other before carefully injecting the needle into your abdomen, right into your uterus.

He tapped his foot to keep time, how long would it take for this medicine to kick in? The doctors had all stopped their practical assault on your feeble, seemingly lifeless body, now it was a waiting game. This was one game he never wanted to play again, waiting for you to come to again, waiting for the color to return to your body, for the warmth to come back. He was panicking, and although he would never outright admit it to you or anyone else, he was absolutely terrified. He couldn't do this without you, he wouldn't be able to go through life without you now. He wouldn't be able to look at his son without seeing pieces of you, parts of you that could possibly be gone forever. It would kill him. He always thought that power and money were the greatest things in the world, but now that he met you, those things were useless, pointless. All the money, all the power in the world were nothing if you weren't there to share in the glory with him.

"The bleeding is slowing! Pack it in! Come on!" The doctors and nurses worked tirelessly to get the bleeding to stop completely, and they finally got it done. You would be okay. It would take a little while for you to be completely okay again, you had lost a lot of blood, but you would be okay in the end. Everything would be okay. That's all that mattered to him.

Akutagawa

Pregnancy, becoming a father, it all terrified him, it was a foreign concept. He loved you though, his love for you was immeasurable. He would do his best for you, for this child... his child. How unfortunate for the little one, to have him as a father. That's what he always thought, but you were always there to comfort him, to tell him that there was no one else you'd want to be the father of your child. He didn't know much, well, honestly, he didn't know anything about caring for someone, especially a child. He could barely care for himself without your help, but you had promised to be there to help him, to guide him through it all. It's not that he was scared of hurting his child, he knew that he would never be capable of doing such a thing, not when he knew that the child was part of you as well. He was more worried about his child being afraid of him, that his child would somehow end up like him. "That wouldn't be a bad thing, Ryu. You're an amazing man. That's why I love you so much." You'd reassure him constantly, and over time, he started to believe it.

He would do anything for you, and the same goes for his child. He wanted to be the best man he could be for you, he wanted to be the best father for his child. Someone who his child could be proud of. As months passed he started to get... anxious? Excited? A mixture of both. Watching your abdomen swell with his growing child, it gave him a sense of pride. He had helped create that child. Maybe he wasn't as useless as people thought. He had gotten you, and he had been given the chance to build a family with you. He had stability, his walls were being broken down bit by bit, but in their place there was a strong foundation being built instead. He didn't need to wall himself in, instead he would build up his foundations around you and his child, his family. He wasn't worried about what others thought of him anymore, that was unimportant to him, he had you, and he had his child. Life was finally working in his favor. He found himself smiling even, thoughts of you holding his newborn child in the hospital bed as he watched over the two of you, it made his heart swell.

He sat in the armchair next to the hospital bed, his hand in yours as he brushed your knuckles with his thumb. Your eyes were so bright under the fluorescent lights in the room, you looked like an angel, the complete opposite of him. "Are you in pain, love?" He whispered, noticing the way your face scrunched up whenever you contracted. He felt stupid for asking, of course you were in pain, you were having a child. You still shook your head no in response, of course you would lie, knowing that it would make him feel bad, knowing that he was the reason for your pain.

"Ice please?" You asked between clenched teeth. He grabbed the cup, feeding you the small ice chips, adoring the way your lips pulled up at the corners as you chewed. "She's moving a lot, she's ready to come out and meet you, Ryu." You murmured, his eyes moved to your stomach watching the way your gown shifted as his daughter stirred around. He reached out to rub your stomach, feeling her kick again where his hand was placed.

"She'll be out soon. I can't wait to meet you either, Rei, my darling." He looked longingly up to you, his lips twitching up slightly as she continued to kick against his hand. How could he have brought about such a little wonder, a daughter, something so precious, so innocent, so pure. He was the opposite of all those things, yet he would become a father to a child that would be all those things and more. He would do his best to protect her innocence, to make sure that her mind stayed pure for as long as he could.

The doctors came in, prepared to begin the delivery. You were ready to go, and he was ready to have his daughter out, to hold her in his arms, for her to finally be there with the two of you. Your water hadn't broken by itself, so the doctors had to break your water themselves. "Wow, that's a lot of fluid... Alright, keep an eye on her. Let's go!" Akutagawa didn't understand what the doctor meant by that. Why would they have to keep an eye on you because of more fluid? He didn't get it. You seemed fine, you were breathing alright, just the way you had practiced with him while watching those lamaze videos at home.

The delivery was a success, your daughter had come out healthy, strong lungs, she screamed loudly when he had cut the cord, and she was still wailing as the nurses carried her away to be cleaned up. You smiled up at him, still holding his hand that had long since lost its circulation from how tight you were holding it, but he didn't mind. He mirrored your smile, staring back down at you, your eyes brimmed with tears, your hair matted and stuck to the sweat on your forehead. He loved you, he had known it before, but looking at you now, it felt like he had come to terms with the feeling once more, he was in love with you. He wanted you forever and always, for all of eternity, he needed you.

It had been twenty-four hours since your delivery. You were in the clear, you should have been, right? He had taken pictures of you holding little Rei in your arms, her head nestled in the crook of your neck. The smile on your face showed just how much joy Rei had brought you, and he felt the same way. Seeing you holding his child, his daughter, it ignited a flame inside of him, seeing the way you looked at her, it fueled this urge inside of him to always keep her safe for you, and to always protect you for her. His two perfect girls, his life wouldn't be complete, his heart wouldn't be whole without you and Rei. He couldn't imagine losing either of you, he would lose himself if it ever happened.

He was laying across the small couch underneath the window, his daughter in the bassinet against the far wall sleeping peacefully, you were sleeping just as soundly as she was. He cherished the way you and his daughter looked, he was in a state of bliss as he imagined bringing you and his daughter home, finally being able to relax and enjoy his family in the comfort of your own home.

Everything was silent, he was just beginning to doze off when the heart monitor started beeping rapidly. He shot up straight and looked over to you, you were gasping for air, clutching your chest, your eyes wide as you stared at the ceiling. Your mouth was hanging open, your breaths were short, raspy, he heard the rattling in your chest. He ran over to your bedside, grabbing the little remote the was hanging off the side pressing the call button repeatedly. "It's okay. It's okay, love." He pulled your hands away from your chest, holding them tightly in his own as he stared at the door.

Multiple doctors ran in pushing him out of the way, nurses were next to rush in, grabbing Rei and bringing her out of the room. Why were they taking her out? What was going on? He tried to watch through the wall of doctors that had surrounded you. He saw your body thrashing around on the bed, like a fish out of water. "She's seizing! Blood pressure is dropping! Come on!" You had stopped flailing, but your heart rate was also dropping. "We're losing her! Call code blue! Get the room ready! Go!" The doctor was shouting out orders to the other doctors and they dispersed. Most of them ran out of the room, others stayed around your bed, one was on the phone calling the code and shouting the room number over the rapid beeping of the heart monitor.

He felt... numb. Was he not allowed to be happy? Was there no silver lining? Would his happiness always be taken away from him? The monitor flatlined, he heard the doctors shouting, then the sound of the defibrillator being powered up. Your body rose and fell against the bed. The monitor beeped once, then flatlined again. "Another one! Lets go!" Why? Was he too happy? Was two too much? Was he not allowed to have you and his daughter? Life would never work in his favor.

Your body fell against the bed once more, they started doing compressions, anything to try to bring you back. He knew better though. You were gone. The life, the light had left your eyes. The sun couldn't compare to the light in your eyes, he loved waking up to see it every morning, and he wouldn't anymore. There would be no more lazy morning conversations in bed as he held you close, his fingers tracing the goosebumps that littered your skin. No more kisses against soft pink lips that were now a mixture of blue and purple from lack of oxygen. Your side of the bed would become cold, your shoes in the doorway would collect dust, your clothes hanging in the closet would slowly lose their color, but he would refuse to remove any piece of you from the house.

"Call it." The doctor rolled up his sleeve to check his watch. "Time of death, 10:47PM." He said, his voice was exhausted. They had worn out any attempt to try to bring you back, there was no time to get you to the operating room. They all turned to look at him, he didn't remember when, but he had at some point fallen to his knees on the floor. His eyes were distant, he wasn't looking at you, he wasn't looking at the doctors. He was imagining his perfect life, a life that had so quickly been stolen away from him.

One Week Later

He stood in front of the headstone, your name printed across the stone. His daughter was wrapped in a thick black blanket, held close against his chest. Gin stood next to him, her hand resting on his back. Rei reached out her tiny hand and he quickly placed his finger in her palm, letting her wrap her fingers around his own. He had brought his daughter home alone, he had laid her in her crib, watching over her without you there next to him. He had woken up every night in an empty bed to attend to her when she cried. He had changed every diaper, he had fed every bottle, he had done it all by himself. He had done his best to fill your shoes because you weren't there to do it with him, but he would make you proud. He would be the father you believed he could be, and more.

Gin grabbed Rei out of his arms before he got down on his knees in front of your headstone, his fingers tracing the etching of your name in the stone. "I love you so much. I told you I'd love you forever, and that will never change. Please, wait for me, my love."

A/N AT THE END : I am so sorry Akutagawa’s is so sad! He really does deserve to be happy. I love him. Reader passed from a Postpartum Amniotic Fluid Embolism btw. I’m SO SORRY READER! And to my lovely requester, I hope I fulfilled your need for Angst. 

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[bandaged-writer]

Hi! Can I request some falling in love headcanons for Dazai and Mori (seperately) with a fem reader? What would take for them to love someone? How will they react when they realise that they do? Thank you!

I hope you’ll enjoy it! <3

Warnings: mentions of suicide, because it’s Dazai

Dazai Osamu

➤ Dazai said it himself that he likes all women, therefore he doesn’t exactly have a type when it comes to appearance. What’s more important to him are your intentions, the way you think, what makes you tick – everything that makes up the constellation of your mind.

➤ Someone who’s genuinely kind would probably draw his attention the most, similar to Oda and Atsushi who Dazai also feels drawn to. Kindness is easy to read and has no ulterior motive other than making people feel appreciated or to spread some positivity in such a negative world. It’s so interesting for him, because Dazai was probably raised by Mori for the majority of his life and was taught to always find some kind of profit or gain something from the person opposite of him. But you? You don‘t want anything but a simple thank you, although these words are of no use to anyone.

➤ Please, care about him and for him. Dazai has probably never received the care a normal child or teenager usually experiences and even as an adult, everyone is so used to Dazai being reckless that no one actually cares if he disappears, drowining in the river, etc. It’s easy to catch him off-guard when you scold him for another suicide attempt and tell him that he does mean something to you, ask if he’s recently changed his bandages or just bring him something from the Uzumaki coffee shop below the Agency. Dazai will definitely appreciate it, although he doesn’t understand why exactly you react so differently compared to everyone else.

➤ Talking of not understanding other people: You don’t have to understand his train of thought or his plans for missions, he doesn’t expect you to. But you have to put your entire trust in Dazai even if his strategy sounds like pure suicide.

➤ Realizes he’s falling for you when he stops asking you for a lovers‘ suicide. Yes, Dazai is still hung up on the idea of committing a pure, cheerful and energetic suicide that doesn’t bother anyone and preferably with a pretty lady by his side. But you’ve told him about your hopes, dreams, past and said all these factors with such pure trust that Dazai can’t find it in him to let you die. He’s responsible for a lot of crimes and tragedies, but he doesn’t think he could stand the responsibilty of having taken away everything you are. And so, his request stops. Towards any woman, for that matter. Why should he flirt with anyone when his heart was already drawn to someone else?

➤ Dazai doesn’t say anything about his feelings right away, though. He analyzes if you perhaps feel the same way about him by watching you a bit more intently, learning your body language and sees if your gaze towards him is any different, if your touch lingers longer than before, if you blush around him or whenever his name is dropped in a conversation.

➤ Possibility of falling into denial. He used to be a mafia executive, is a man with the blood of many on his hands and committed countless of crimes in the past. Not only that, but Odasaku did tell Dazai that there was nothing which could fill that lonely hole in his heart, so why should you be able to change that? Could you change it at all? Odasaku was an incredibly perceptive man who was the first person to understand Dazai, so why should Oda be wrong about his last words? Dazai denies himself of the possibilty of letting you into his life.

➤ Whines Kunikida’s ear off of wanting to date you, but giving ridiculous reasons why he can’t bring himself to do it. “If you complain about wanting to court [Name] one more time, I’ll sew that mouth of yours shut so you’ll never get to do it at all.“

➤ “Kunikida, I can still write it.“

➤ If he falls into denial, you need to confront him about it and do not let Dazai joke it off. You noticed that something about Dazai was off when he stopped his flirting attempts or quit shoving his reports to someone else and did them himself though slowly and with still some dramatic whining. When you don’t let him off the hook, Dazai will eventually spill the beans.

➤ “Spit it out, what’s wrong with you? I promise I won’t tell anyone.“

➤ “You, my belladonna, are giving me such an incredibly hard time by making me want to take you out on a lovely date, but what kind of mere man could dare to court a beauty of your caliber?!“

➤ Despite Dazai’s theatrical act, you know it’s his way of being somewhat vulnerable and confess your feelings as well. It’s at that moment when Dazai drops the dramatic facade and properly asks you out with a soft smile on his face, seeing the chance of the lonely hole in his heart slowly being filled.

Mori Ougai

➤ Is definitely attracted to someone who has her own head, knows what she wants and carry through with her words. Mori has no interest in someone who he can use like a doll whenever he wants, but wants someone who can think and dares to talk back to him, make suggestions on how to run the mafia and bring good arguments on why certain things should be changed, why supplier xy could harm the mafia, etc.

➤ Mori quickly takes a liking to someone with rational thinking, but also questions it, searches for several solutions to a problem and choose the one with the least casualties and the most profit. It takes some self-reflection and courage to disregard your usual way of thinking and admit that maybe the solution you don’t like is the most optimal one. It shows that you’re capable of putting your own ego or even desires aside for the sake of something bigger.

➤ You have to be loyal to the bone. No questions asked.

➤ Grows a soft spot for you when you play with Elise and she actually gets along with you. Mori is an absolute sucker for Elise laughing and being happy, so whenever the girl laughs because of you while drawing or playing some game while he’s busy with paperwork, Mori admits that you must be an interesting person. After all, Elise doesn’t pay everyone much mind or ignores their presence. However, Elise seems to really enjoy your presence.

➤ Falling for someone is something curious. Feelings develop before one can notice they grew, and so Mori sees you in his office more often and finds your presence to be surprisingly pleasant. Instead of talking about the mafia’s business, the conversation becomes more personal and you let him in on your private life, not thinking too much of it.

➤ Conversations vary between the two of you. It can be something as trivial as Mori complaining about his coffee tasting funny to more philosophical questions such as why people are born without their consent, why death is important, why people are so humane although the brain is built like a computer filled with data. It keeps Mori’s brain going and he likes the change of pace of not having to talk in a business way all the time.

➤ Mori’s out shopping with Elise and finds himself stopping at a sun dress for women, not girls. It catches Elise’s attention and she immediately knows what’s up. She personally witnesses how much time Mori spends with you and how he stopped using you as a mere pawn for his chess games. “Are you seriously thinking about another woman while I’m here?!“

➤ “Elise, it’s not like that, I swear!“ Mori tries to defend himself, but she caught him redhanded.

➤ He has never seen you wearing a dress, so Mori is curious to find out how the article of clothing would suit you and the more he dwells on the thought, the more he realizes he’s falling for you. Usually, only Elise was on his mind during their shopping trips, but now someone else interfers with that routine and he doesn’t mind it too much. Mori does feel sorry for Elise though. He had planned on buying her so much, yet here he was, thinking about getting you something as well.

➤ Unlike Dazai, Mori doesn’t himself of a relationship, although he knows it could tarnish your image at the mafia. He’s well aware of women being accused of sleeping their way up tot he top, although they have to work twice as hard as men to get the position they aim for. Naturally, he doesn’t want it to happen to you. How dare someone speak such vulgar assumptions about his [Name]?

➤ “By the way, I got you a dress when I was shopping with Elise.“

➤ “You WHAT?!“

➤ You still try the dress on and Mori finds himself wanting to buy you more, wanting to spoil you like Elise and wanting to see the rare blush on your cheeks. But that sight was only for his sight to see!

➤ “You should wear that dress for our date.“

➤ “This would sound more convincing if you didn’t say it with such a straight face, but I’m definitely not refusing.“

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🌹200 Followers Event🌹

Hi there everyone! So, I have already done a 100 followers event, now it's time for a 200 Followers Event! (although i've reached well above that, i just want to do this). I've been really busy with some personal stuff and school, but finally I have the time and energy to do this! Thank you all for following me and supporting me, I really appreciate it!

Rules:

This prompt list is my own, consisting of song lyrics I've chosen

You may request a prompt with one character for each - scenarios only

Once a prompt has been scratched out you are no longer able to request it

No incest, pedophilia etc

Character list for this event:

Dazai Osamu

Atsushi Nakajima

Kunikida Doppo

Kenji Miyazawa (platonic)

Yosano Akiko

Tanizaki Junichiro

Chuya Nakahara

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

Oda Sakunoske

Mori Ougai

Tachihara Michizou

Edgar Allan Poe

Mark Twain

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Nikolai Gogol

Sigma

Prompt List:

"I can't sleep until I feel your touch"

"The city's cold and empty, no one's around to judge me"

"When I'm like this you're the one I trust"

"Sapphire moonlight, we dance for hours in the sand"

"I won't let go"

"I'll be your lifeline tonight"

"I'm in love with a criminal"

"When you say, you love the way I make you feel, everything becomes so real"

"The rhythm of our hearts beating, it's like when two rivers collide"

"Before the day I met you, life was so unkind. But you're the key to my peace of mind."

"We were just kids when we fell in love, not knowing what it was"

"When the evening shadows and the stars appear. And there is no one there to dry your tears. Oh, I hold you for a million years. To make you feel my love."

"Cause all of me loves all of you. Love your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections."

"We were still kids when we were so in love, fighting against all odds"

"I am thinking of you in my sleepless solitude tonight, if it’s wrong to love you then my heart just won’t let me be right."

"And when you’re needing your space to do some navigating, I’ll be here patiently waiting to see what you find."

"You've been my inspiration. Through the lies you were the truth. My world is a better place because of you."

"Something about you makes me wanna do things that I shouldn't"

"Dancing in the dark, you between my arms"

"You make me want to savour every moment slowly"

Please as always, read the rules before requesting, thank you once again! There are very few angst prompts and quite a lot of fluff here, so I doubt many hearts would get broken. Enjoy!

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[starsnbeers]

Home [Dazai Osamu]

Port Mafia. A place [Name] had come to call home over her stay and work there. At least that’s what she had forced herself to believe, wanting to escape the unwanted thoughts of 𝙝𝙞𝙢.

Her parents abandoning her had been the beginning of her destruction, the beginng of her becoming a monster, forcing her feelings away to the point one could question if she had ever felt anything. She had to learn the act of survival if she wanted to continue living in this world, and that’s what she did. It all started with stealing small amounts of food, barely enough to keep her breathing. She was 10 years old, food was all she needed. At least that’s what she thought. In the passing of years, the feeling of anger had become consuming, and there were times when she could only see red. Having come to the conclusion that her parents were in fault of her condition, she decided only one thing was to be done. 𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. Those were the only thoughts that had been crossing her mind while she was planning their deaths. It took her one whole week, everything had to be calculated, thought through, every single detail, every single outcome. Everything had to be perfect. It was going to be her first murder, after all. Arriving at the place she had found out to be her parents’ apartment, she was shocked to see police cars. She had hoped that, whatever that had happened was, it wouldn’t be in the way of her getting therevenge she needed. Oh, if she only knew. The only information she had gathered before being sent away, was that her parents had been murdered by an organization called Port Mafia. The anger she had felt was indescribable. All these days of planning, gone to a waste in just a few minutes. She had nothing to think about but the injustice she was feeling.

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Only a couple of years had passed, but [Name] had changed. Shoulder length hair, full lips, pale face, one could mistaken her for a normal, weak girl, for she looked as fragile as a porcelain doll. But that wasn’t the case. [Name] was a well known murderer in Yokohama. Having improved her martial skills, not having an ability was not a problem for her. She could take down a man 3 times her size in only a matter of seconds. Fallen Angel is what she was called, for someone as pure looking as her could never be considered the devil.

Having taken an interest in her, Ougai Mori, the head of Port Mafia, was set on making her work with him. So, here she was, in his office, sitting next to him, talking about her position in the organization. “You don’t expect me to leave everything I’ve built behind, just to be one of your pawns to use as you please, right?”, challenge was evident in her voice, and the more she talked, the more Ougai was convinced she was a perfect for what he had on mind. “You’re either gonna make me an executive, or don’t bother contacting me ever again.”, if it was anyone else, he would have slit their throat with no regrets, but he knew she was important and could be of use. “Young lady, I’m gonna grand your wish, but don’t even think that you’ve gained my trust just yet.”𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥. “You know, I’m flattered you offer me such a position. Aren’t I the youngest executive here, or something?” Before Ougai was able to to answer, the door swang open, revealing a boy about her age, brown hair, bandages covering his arms, neck and right eye. He looked at the boss, then back at her, before grinning. “Mori-san! Ican’t believe you actually convinced such a beautiful lady to commit double suicide with me! Just how much do you love me?”. Saying that [Name] had been left speechless was an understatement. She had never expected these words to come out of the attractive boy’s mouth, and before she could stop herself, she scoffed “Excuse me?”. Ougai smirked at the young girl glaring at the suicidal idiot, “[Name]-san, let me introduce you to your new partner, Dazai Osamu, also known as Port Mafia’s youngest executive.

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Just 3 years after the first time she met him, [Name] found herself quite fond of her suicide-obsessed partner. She often felt concerned about the brunette’s behavior, for she knew his giddy personality was just an act, the emptiness in his eyes way to evident not to notice. Unfortunately, every time she confronted him about her thoughts, his answer was the same. “Now, I wouldn’t want my precious [Name]-chan to worry about me, would I?”, followed by the infamous putt of his lips, and a quick hug, that always managed to make strong butterflies erupt in the girl’s stomach, and her pulse to quicken. She silently hoped he wasn’t aware of the effect he had on her, or else she would never hear the end of it.

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The day had come. The day [Name] was gonna confess her feelings to Dazai. How he made her forget about the pain she had been hiding, how the anger she had been feeling towards her parents had gone away, how she had forgotten about her plan to ruin Port Mafia for taking the enjoinment of killing her parents away, how happy she was feeling when she was with him.

She had thought it through. Everything was supposed to be perfect, Dazai was supposed to accept her, she knew he cared about her. So, why was he standing in front of her, looking at her with an unreadable look that reminded her of apathy and disgust, spitting those hurtful words at her, breaking her fragile little heart in the process? “What do you mean you don’t know what I’m talking about? I see the way you look at me, I know you care about me, and I know that, deep down, you just a kind, broken boy. P-Please, Dazai, give me a chance to love you, to fix you.”. She was seriously trying not to cry, eyes stinking, lip quivering, the lump in her throat growing more painful, while waiting for his response. She opened her heart to him, showed him parts of you even she didn’t know existed, and the only thing she got from him in return was a mocking laugh. His laughter died after a couple of minutes, and he looked at her seriously, muttering words in a tone so unkown to you, that made her insides turn and her blood run cold. “Foolish girl, how could you even think someone like me could ever love someone like you? Putting up with your pathetic excuse of a life doesn’t mean I’ve ever cared about you. Do you know how hard it was not to tell you to fuck off everytime you came to me, asking for help? You’re lucky I’m not killing you on the spot about the nonsense you were spouting just a moment ago.” His words left her fighting to breathe, for she never knew you were gonna be told something so hateful by the person she cared about the most. 𝘕𝘰, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰. Falling to the ground, she couldn’t help but reach a hand out to him, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he would help her up, take you in his arms and take the pain away, like he had done so many times before. The urge to give in, to love her just how she wanted him to was so unbearable and painful, that he felt like a thousand needles were piercing through his body, especially his heart. He knew what he had to do to keep he4 safe, and only shot her a fake smile, before turning around and disappearing in the dark, cold night, feeling like he had made the worst and most painful decision of his life.

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4 years have passed, and not a single day goes by without her thinking or dreaming about him. If she had known he was going to leave Port Mafia, she would have hold on tighter, tried harder. Maybe, she would have helped him out, leaving with him, escaping a life full of crime and death. And after all this time, seeing a tall guy wearing a brown trenchcoat and bandages over his arms and neck standing in front of her, she thinks she's daydreaming, it wouldn't be the first time anyway. But no, she could never forget his voice or the way he said her name. “[Name]-chan! Look at you, you haven’t changed at all!”. Now, that was a lie. She has grown thinner, and the bright eyes he used to love are now staring back at him lifelessly. “It’s a shame I’m with the ADA now, I would love to commit a lovers' double suicide with you ” She doesn't asnwer. She can't answer. Without sparing him a single glance, she turns to her partner, Chuuya, who looks back at her, eyes filled with worry, nods her head to him and then leave, ignoring the pang in her own chest. For, she knows that if she stays longer, she'll find yourself crawling back to him, crawling back 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚.

Dazai could do nothing but watch her leave, a sad smile taking its place on his mouth. Besides, watching the love of your life, your 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚, letting you go is no easy thing to do.

#dazai #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #port mafia dazai #heavy angst #angst #bsd #bungo stray dogs dazai #bungou stray dogs

[ranposlittle]

hihi!! can I get a matchup? I’m 5’5, I have black hair and brown eyes and I’m a Leo. I tend to ramble and daydream and I adore doing math, science, and learning new things. I’m very outgoing and I tend to come off as overbearing, but I really care for all my loved ones and now I sound like I’m praising myself. Oops. ^^,, anyways!! I know multiple languages, I love stuffed animals, and I’m an avid writer. People say I’m naive or gullible. I disagree! >:(( Anyways, thank you in advance ❤️

I ship you with...

💉 Ougai Mori 💉

Your keenness towards learning new things such as math and science combined with being an avid writer, led you to the humble doctor's office. You were there only to obtain information to use on the new story you're working on but he's charismatic and smart, so you agreed when he asked you for a date on that same night. I mean, what were you supposed to do? Say no?

An honorable Leo like yourself is expected to be bold, charming and energetic. You're very outgoing and Mori likes that. Although Mori is equally caring no matter if you're more reserved or not, he appreciates the effortless confidence that you exhumes. One of the things you have in common is your care for your public image. He loves how you proudly carry yourself and if anybody sparks a conversation with you whenever he brings you to a party, your natural wit and charm just comes out. He loves you and his company loves you because of this. He feels proud and would often show you off to everyone, sometimes bragging about how many languages you know, which a Leo like you would love because you'll get adoration and praise. Not that Mori doesn't shower you with enough of his but there's nothing wrong from getting more, right? As long as they don't get too close to you, Mori doesn't really mind. He enjoys seeing his peers get jealous of him and his catch. Mori knows just how attractive your dazzling personality is and he knows the competition that might bring, but he's not afraid of any of that. He intends to keep what's his and anybody who tries to take it away from him would have to sleep with one eye open for the rest of their lives.

With that being said, Mori only has his eyes on you. He was never really the kind of person with wandering eyes in the first place and he's careful of the company he keeps, but with you, there's just not really anything more to ask for. You're number one to him and he shows that to you shamelessly. Mori is always supportive of you and your adventurous streak. He encourages you whatever it is that you pursue and he will stand by your side to cheer you on and to protect you. One of your traits being a Leo is you strive for the best in everything, may it be just by life experiences alone or something more luxurious. Whichever the case is, Mori will serve it to you on a golden plate. He'll take you on overseas trips, expensive shopping galores, wine and dine you on Michelin star restaurants and more. He'll give you the finest things in life and you'll feel satisfied emotionally and physically. Being with Mori will make you feel like the queen that you are. He treats you like one and he makes sure that everybody else do, too.

Despite your strong exterior though, Mori knows well about your soft side too. Deep inside, you're sensitive, loving and loyal. You need the right amount of nurturing for you to fully blossom and open up. Mori is well-versed in this and he took his time to get to know you and for you to know him. He didn't pushed himself to you and let you be comfortable with him on your own. Mori is quite affectionate, too. He will hug you warmly, swinging you side by side, and despite your slight height difference, he will lean down and coo at you. He will also volunteer to brush your rich brown hair and is overjoyed whenever you let him. He often compliments your dark eyes, too. If you argue with him that they're nothing special, he will say something cheesy like "you can't see stars on a bright sky, can you?". He also gives you the personal space that you need despite being a couple and that lets you know that he trusts you. In return, you trusts in him too and know that it doesn't matter if you're together or apart, you'll always be each other's only one. Mori is a romantic, sensual and protective lover. He will reciprocate your love and loyalty with all of his heart or he wouldn't have pursued you in the first place.

Overall, I think you're great for each other because Mori, like you, have a strong character and can be seen as being overbearing but on the other side, is affectionate and truly care for the people he values. He's not too controlling and he's not completely dominating, too. He also would give you that sense of approval since Mori isn't just an ordinary man and to be with him, you know that means you're also not just anybody. Mori would verbalize that to you, as well, telling you how much he adores you and just how lucky he is to have an amazing person like you by his side. What he loves most about you, though, is your naivety. His knees go weak and his heart melts like butter on top of toast when he hears you ramble about something you're interested in and how you daydream about fantastical things that you would later on tell him. He just loves the balance of your soft self and strong self. Mori will also use your weakness towards stuffed animals to make his way into your heart. He will purposely take you to a place where he knows you'll see a store that's selling them and pretend like he didn't know. He will buy you anything you point at in a heartbeat because he takes great pleasure in spoiling you like how he does with Elise. There would be times where he'll come home with a stuffed animal already in hand, whether just because he remembered you when he was away or as a peace offering when you're pissed at him. Either way, he loves giving you his everything, may it be his love, money or attention, because you do the same for him. You're the source of his happiness in life so he makes sure that you'll get that same happiness with him too.

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Omg, imagine liking math, my one braincell can't relate haha ꉂꉂ(๑˃▿˂๑) Thank you for being so patient with me, you 5'5 fluffy bunny! I hope this is worth the wait! Here's a song from Mori to you (i really love this song so pls enjoy). I wuvs you lots but you already know that hehe~ ( ๑- ᎑ -๑)♡

#matchup #ougai mori #mori ougai #mori ougai x reader #bsd mori #bungou stray dogs imagines #bungo sd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd scenarios #bsd headcanons #bsd hcs #bsd imagines #bsd matchup #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs scenarios #bungou stray dogs imagine

[silentnightafk]

Ballerinas Can’t Play Chess Part 1

"Dance," they said.

And so he did.

Warning: Major Character Death

Word Count: 1413

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"Don't go."

His arms tensed from the contact, tipping his head slightly lower hoping to use his hat to cover his eyes. Chuuya knew he would come. Knowing where he was going, he expected Dazai to break into his house last night to stop him, instead of catching him in the airport just an hour before his flight. But this was Dazai. One could never know what to expect. He half hoped that Dazai wouldn't come. It was easier to leave this way. Clenching his fists, he tore his arm out of Dazai's grasp.

"Fuck off, you vagabond. I'm gonna be fucking late for my flight and it's gonna be all because of you."

He glared at the ground, unwilling to turn around and face Dazai. He knew he should just walk away right now and act like he didn't know where he was headed. But how could he? He willed his feet to move, but they stayed stubbornly on the ground, and he glowered at them in anger. Somehow his heart had more power over his body than his brain for once.

"Then just be late. For once. You could disobey Mori for once couldn't you?"

There was a certain desperation in his voice. A certain fear that Chuuya wished he hadn't picked up. His grip on his luggage tightened, and his heart throbbed. Dazai wasn't gonna leave that easily. Not in such a situation. Chuuya took a deep breath, and steeled his gaze. Turning on his heel, he met Dazai's gaze with a cold one of his own.

"Like that time you abandoned your mission? Fuck no. I need to go."

This wasn't what Chuuya wanted to say. This wasn't what he wanted Dazai to leave with. There were a million other things Chuuya wished he could speak of, countless hidden emotions Chuuya wished he could scream into Dazai's face. He wanted to see Dazai's smile, wanted to hear him laugh and call him short. He wanted to hear Dazai send him off with a smile on his face, and a promise to annoy him even more when he came back. He didn't want to see those bags under his eyes, the crease between his forehead. He didn't want to see the tears threatening to fall, or feel the tremor of his hands as they grasped his wrists just moments ago.

"I know where he sent you Chuuya. It's madness. You're gonna be forced to use Corruption-"

"I know where I'm headed."

Emotions crashed in him like tidal waves, his heartbeat thrashing wildly in his chest. He didn't wanna die, god no. He had so much to live for. It was only a mere few months when he finally met Dazai again. No matter how much he acted like he didn't, he always loved Dazai's company. It was a comforting presence, though it was painful at times. Dazai's annoying pranks and effort to constantly break into his house may seem mean and irritating to others, but to Chuuya, it showed that he mattered to Dazai. That Dazai thought of him. That Dazai cared, even in his eccentric, unnerving manner. After all, Dazai was never one for much affection in the first place. His affection came in the form of pranks and insults, and that was how their relationship had always been. Partners who communicated in silence or insults. Not once had he seen Dazai break down like this. He never wanted to see it again. Funny, since he'll never get to see it again even if he wanted to.

"I won't use Corruption. I'll fight until my final breath."

His voice was barely a whisper, but that was all he could manage. Most of his energy was spent on collecting all his emotions and shoving them deep down inside him, not letting a single trace of it linger in his eyes. He kept his face controlled, a mask constantly on. He didn't have much energy to function on anyway. The previous night was spent in tears after all. Not a single wink of sleep. He laughed internally. For once, he must look the same as Dazai now, with bags under his eyes.

"Chuuya, you don't have to go. We could run away! I'll leave the ADA, you'll leave the Port Mafia, we run to another country and stay there for the rest of our lives! Just abandon this mission-"

"No."

He couldn't meet Dazai's eyes anymore. If he stared at those crazed, honey-brown eyes again, he wouldn't be able to leave. It was the first time Dazai looked so vulnerable before him. It hurt to watch him break like this, but hurt even more that he was the cause of it. For the first time in years, Chuuya wished that Dazai was still the same cold-hearted killer that he was then, the emotionless executive mafiaso who would sacrifice Chuuya without a blink of an eye in order to ensure the mission ran smoothly. Then, it wouldn't be so hard to leave. Dazai wouldn't have cared either way.

Chuuya never questioned his loyalty to the Port Mafia. Ever since that day when he got on one knee and pledged his life to Ougai Mori, he gave his heart, soul and body to this organisation. He found a home here, a family. And in exchange he lost his freedom to his power, his freedom to his actions. He lost his freedom to his emotions, freedom to his thoughts.

"Dance," they said.

And so he danced the most beautiful dance he ever could. His arms rose and fell like a puppet on strings, precise and controlled. Just not controlled by him. He twirled and pranced, bringing death and destruction with each step he took. He tilted his head and lowered them with each note of the symphony, letting the people in the Port Mafia guide him. And when they said "kill," he would faithfully deliver.

Yet every step he took was the same as a step on the chess board. And a ballerina had no place on a chess board. B2 to C4, take down the enemy pawn. C4 to E5, take down the enemy bishop. But Chuuya knew he would never be there to see checkmate. So he played his part as the knight, and danced with grace as much as he could, until Boss called for his final move. And when he was called for it, he will ensure his move is so triumphant and will destroy everything spectacularly.

He was ready for this since the day he stepped into the Port Mafia Headquarters as a new recruit. He knew it was bound to happen. Yet at that moment when he received that order, he couldn't stop the bone-shaking fear that overtook him, couldn't stop the tears that flowed down his eyes. He couldn't stop himself for sprinting straight to Kouyou and diving into her arms, hoping to feel the warmth of her body around him like the sister she was to him for the last time. And all throughout this, he realised that no matter how many time he told himself that it was bound to happen, no matter how many times he prepared himself for this scenario, he could never be ready for it. But he would still do it.

He was the battle hardened ballerina of the chess board, and he would see his role to the end.

He willed himself to look at Dazai one last time. Lost himself in those beautiful eyes for the last time. Smiled at Dazai for the last time. A soft, sad smile. And through that smile he conveyed all his hopes, his wishes to Dazai. He let the silence speak for him, for the forbidden love he felt but never could bring himself to admit, the silent hopes that Dazai will find peace.

"Wait for my call." Not willing to say more, he turned on his heel and walked away.

If Chuuya had turned around then, he would have seen Dazai's hand reach out to grab him as he shouted for Chuuya not to go, would have seen that very hand grasp onto air and fall. He would've seen Dazai fall to his knees as he released a broken cry of Chuuya's name, and would have stopped and stayed. But he didn't. So all he did was let the wince appear on his face, and without turning around, left Dazai with a final sentence.

"I only want one thing."

Be happy, Dazai.

#first post #finally got a tumblr account #please don't flop #posted this not long ago #soukoku #double black #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #major character death #anyone catch the connection to oda's death? #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

Morose Mononokean II 1 | Mob Psycho 100 II 1 | Meiji Tokyo Renka 1 | My Roommate is a Cat 1 | Promised Neverland 1

I think I’ve got too many cute fluffy creatures this season...

Mononokean II 1

For some reason, before I started watching this I kept reminding myself of Tomodachi Metre and fearing the new OP (because there’s almost always a new OP when dealing with a second season) would be faster-paced…the song is faster-paced, but not in the way I thought it would be (I thought it was going to be hard rock kind of pace, but it’s at least a tad slower than that).

Utakuni is such a fluffy kitty!

Ah, Moja Moja is best moja, indeed. Gossamers from As Miss Beelzebub Likes just don’t compare, y’know?

The Legislator is practically the king of “You mad, bro?”. (LOL)

Okay-dokay, lemme explain. There are 3 arms of government (known as the separation of powers, in order to have a series of checks and balances) – the Legislative, Executive and the Judiciary, meaning we’re missing that final one at the moment…

I never knew Morose Mononokean was so obsessed with comedy…or maybe I’m just noticing it now that I have experience with comedy I get bored at…

Abeno’s face of disgust really sold that moment with Moja, LOL.

Well, by virtue of being a sequel to something I watched previously, it’s more likely to get coverage, but you can never say for certain until the first episodes are over and done. On to the next thing – Mob Psycho!

Mob Psycho 100 II 1

Alright, all these “II 1”s are going to make me confused someday, aren’t they…?

I think the dude’s Suisho simply means “water crystal”. But I’m only guessing as to what kanji are being used here, so I could be wrong.

The pixel art bit was good. More like that, please!

“Your life is your own” – is that Mob Psycho’s slogan, in the same way Symphogear has that thing about “holding courage to fist” and whatnot?

Unlike Mononokean, which you only need to know the very basics (which are in turn explained in the episode itself), it seems Mob Psycho is playing hardball in that department – if you don’t remember that time Kamuro started kicking his lackeys around, you’re going to have to watch it again. (Either that, or you watch the Reigen recap.)

Hmm…”[something to help Mob] grow” sounds a bit odd, but that’s a correct translation. That’s what seichou suru means.

Oh great…you know how I said I was cleaning out the house lately? Someone found an old copy of this book called Inventing Elliot, which I despised studying about (because it got me some of the lowest grades in my school life, aside from outright failures and close scrapes with failure). The problem is, I’m getting Inventing Elliot vibes from this particular plotline…and since that’s Mean Girls in a boys’ private school + Mob Psycho is all about the abuse of power, that’s completely a storyline the show would go with. *gulp*

Hey, they have actual eyecatches now! Hooray!

A certain kanji for “Emi” (with a mi in hiragana, IIRC) is “smile” in English, so I find it interesting they paired Mob up with a girl like her. (Then again, if it were a hiragana/kanji mix, that’s not a name.)

Oh yeah, the hitode (starfish) shirt.

Rinshi! Ekoda-chan 1

Why am I covering an R18+ series? It’s a long story…

The jokes are, as of this segment with the old lady, only about 50% hits. That seems to be a pretty bad track record. The thing about Ekoda being identified as 3 years older than what she really is is also relatable, since I don’t think I’ve grown much past a certain age.

Note there’s a Japanese store called JUSCO. There was one in Hong Kong, which was full of cool stationery.

Wait…that’s it? So why’s it 26 minutes??? Documentary…okay, I’m getting the heck out of here.

Meiji Tokyo Renka 1

I heard Ume was here…? More bishies and more Ume for me!

What’s up with the Haikara-san ga Tooru outfit, anyway?

Who dis boy? He kinda looks like Mikoshiba from Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun…Update: That’s Ougai.

At least the jazz music is cool. Also, the episode title should be “Suddenly, under a Strawberry Moon…” or something, since it went totsuzen ni.

*Mei checks her phone* - This is why you don’t text and walk across the road, kids!

Ougai…y’mean, Mori Ougai? The loli dude from Bungou Stray Dogs is this redhead?! EHHHHHHHHHHHH?

Oh great. Amnesia plotline…

Hishida Shunso…a painter.

Okay…that’s a really obvious point where you’d be able to insert your own name if you were a gal (or if you wante to play as a gal).

The age of the Rokumeikan seems to pin the timeline down to “after 1883”. For some reason, it sounded familiar, but I wasn’t familiar with why - so maybe I’ll learn about it someday.

“Little Squirrel”?(!) (lowkey laughs for all the wrong reasons) And here I thought “Little Flower” (from Magic-kyun’s Louis and Dame x Pri’s Vino) was awkward-sounding but still endearing.

Okay, second redhead. When I saw him in the OP, I swore he was Ancient Magus’ Bride’s Chise…

So the germophobe redhead is Izumi Kyoka…but I’m not sure who this Kawakami is…

I don’t know how anyone could make a germophobe endearing, much less make him romanceable…

Otojiro Kawakami. Comedian and actor.

Lafcadio…wuh? Update: (Patrick) Lafcadio Hearn, Greek dude with a Japanese penname. He seems to have written stuff on Japan as well as other places.

“…that collection of ghost stories…”

Everyone seems to have forgotten about the roast beef but the animators…LOL…oh, spoke too soon. Kawakami just walked it back to the table.

Wowwwwwwwwwwww, Mei is so easily distracted by roast beef and pretty boys who, to be honest, aren’t that pretty…I’m just waiting for the long-haired dude and/or Ume and I’ll kick my butt out of here.

I thought Fujita was voiced by a familiar voice and turns out I was right – it’s Fukuyama Jun.

Well, that was mildly unsatisfying. I think I spent more time watching Mei getting blushy at dudes and not feeling an attraction myself. Fujita was the only one I wanted and he didn’t even do much but swing a sword. Seriously, though, what the heck was Charlie doing turning off the lights all of a sudden?

My Roommate is a Cat 1

Well, it’s either that title or Dokyounin wa Hiza, Tokidoki Atame no Ue. …which is a lot to write in one shot.

Why’s the cat on Subaru’s…junk?

The cat appears to be typing out the Dancing Men from Sherlock Holmes…except they’re cats. The Dancing Men are basically what made me think I had a career in computer security in the first place, come to think of it…but I’ve abandoned that kind of thinking now. Modulos are way too hard for me.

Them spoilers! I know that feel.

Koguma = small bear, in a story about a small cat. LOL.

Hiroto…I thought about this during the funeral scene, but…why does he look like Suzaku from Code Geass???

Hmm, yeah. I can see why Hiroto isn’t all that convinced – I’m a similar kind of person, with only a small pool of pursuits that keep me going for a long, long time. *looks at rabbit outside and remembers when I saw it in the darkness about 3 years ago*

Oh, so Subaru was so absorbed in his manuscript he forgot to eat, huh?

Kitty show too cute! Ehehehee… <- (ecstatic about having a new weekly dose of cuteness)

Promised Neverland 1

I’ve read the first volume of this. I’m not 100% in love with it, but if I can have bragging rights over finding the next big hit, why not?

Noitamina…now that’s a name I haven’t seen in a few years…*grumbles at Amazon*

For some reason Norman (white-haired boy) has this “betrayer” vibe written all over him. It’s because I know in BnHA and Ao no Exorcist, there are betrayals by certain people.

The aesthetic of this thing is like a fairytale and not like a typical anime. That’s probably one thing that convinced people to give it a shot.

LOL, there’s a Detective Conan door..well, it kind of looks like one.

The word for “tag” in Japanese is onigokko and “It” is an oni. That gives a whole new meaning to “playing tag with monsters”, doesn’t it?

Update: I can sort of feel my “this is popular, so I won’t like it” radar going off...so I’ll put it on hold until I get over that feeling.

#simulcast commentary #the morose mononokean #fukigen na monokean tsuzuki #fukigen na mononokean #mob psycho 100 #mob psycho season 2 #My Roommate is a Cat #doukyonin wa hiza tokidoki atama no ue #the promised neverland #yakusoku no neverland #meiji tokyo renka #Chesarka watches MP100 #Chesarka watches Doukyonin wa Hiza Tokidoki Atama no Ue. #Chesarka watches Fukigen na Mononokean

[sskk-ao3feed]

Appreciate That Spirit Of Yours

by 4suegiku

Life wasn’t easy if you didn’t know who you wanted to be. It wasn’t easy, living with borrowed time and a purpose that wasn’t yours. Nakahara Chuuya used to have life changing plans, he wanted to change the world, make it a better place but now he wasn’t even allowed to leave his own bed. Too weak to carry even the lightest of things, sometimes, even walking was too exhausting for him.

The boy who used to dream so big while being so small, the boy who could light up an entire room just by smiling and the boy who so many people held dear, didn’t have much time left. He still wanted to do so many things but life was never fair.

Was he really doomed to spend the rest of his days on a plain hospital bed, counting the minutes until everything finally went black?

Well Dazai Osamu, his best friend, wouldn’t allow a fate as cruel as that!

Words: 1928, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

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

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, M/M, Multi

Characters: Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Paul Verlaine (Bungou Stray Dogs), Arthur Rimbaud (Bungou Stray Dogs), Yosano Akiko (Bungou Stray Dogs), Ozaki Kouyou (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edgar Allan Poe (Bungou Stray Dogs), Mori Ougai (Bungou Stray Dogs), Shirase (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu & Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke & Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke & Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya & Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke & Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Ozaki Kouyou/Yosano Akiko (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya & Ozaki Kouyou (Bungou Stray Dogs), Arthur Rimbaud/Paul Verlaine (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya & Paul Verlaine (Bungou Stray Dogs), Flags Ensemble & Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Fyodor Dostoyevsky/Nikolai Gogol (Bungou Stray Dogs), Fyodor Dostoyevsky & Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo/Edgar Allan Poe (Bungou Stray Dogs), Jouno Saigiku/Suehiro Tecchou (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Gin/Higuchi Ichiyou

Additional Tags: Chronic Illness, Hospitals, Alternate Universe - High School, Friends to Lovers, Medical Procedures, I tried making it sad, did it work, Dazai Osamu is a Mess (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu is Whipped (Bungou Stray Dogs), Soft Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Teenage Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya Needs a Hug (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai-Typical Suicide Mentions (Bungou Stray Dogs), Cinnamon Roll Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakajima Atsushi is So Done (Bungou Stray Dogs), Good Sibling Akutagawa Gin, Sick Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Protective Ozaki Kouyou (Bungou Stray Dogs), everyone is sad, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya Are Soulmates (Bungou Stray Dogs), the flags are mentioned, Chuuya and the flags criesVerlaine tries to be a good brother, Sad Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Five Stages of Grief, chuuya is sad and dazai is trying his best, How Do I Tag, My First Fanfic, be nice pls, Idiots in Love, Gay, Everyone Is Gay, Slow Burn, Romantic Fluff, Arcades, im so sad, Out of Character, i think, title is a project sekai reference muhahaha, Medical Conditions, Not Beta Read

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/39981741

[chariflare]

let’s go with the literary masters (eng. translation)

Requested by @super-sexy-commando-kyouko​! They kindly provided me with a link to the song, if you want to listen to it. 

Dictionaries give the titular 文豪 as "literary master", which is a mouthful not used in English, but "famous authors" doesn't really have the right implication. And that's why there isn’t a translated title for "Bungou Stray Dogs", folks! 

Information on a lot of the stories mentioned isn't readily available in English, so I’ve put in some cultural notes. Also: I love this song

Title: 文豪でGO! Artist: Uesaka Sumire (上坂すみれ)

ENGLISH

Literary masters go go! Go go go! Literary masters go go! Go go go!  Souseki versus Tolstoy! Let's go! Literary masters go go! Go go go!

On one side: His masterpiece is "a cat" – "I am a cat" On the other: War and Peace, getting sleepy, every time I read it I get sleepy

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand the winner - Tolstoy! A-ha, sleepy's the best! 

Literary masters go go! Go go go! Literary masters go go! Go go go! Ougai versus Dostoyevsky! Let's go! Literary masters go go! Go go go!

On one side: His masterpiece is Takasebune – an Abe Family for Sansho the Bailiff On the other: Crime and Punishment, getting depressed, every time I read it I feel depressed

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand the winner - Dostoyevsky! A-ha, depression's the best!

Literary masters go go! Go go go! Literary masters go go! Go go go!

Couldn't write my manuscript today either I kind of want to pack my bags and run off into the night The faces of my readers appear in my mind It's all to make you smile

I'll write, I'll write, I'll write to you Just write, write, I'll write to you Just write, write, just write, I'll write – hope my feelings reach you!

Literary masters go go! Go go go! *4

Say royalties! Say royalties! Say serialisation! Say serialisation! Say manuscript payment! Say manuscript payment! OVERTHROW THE EDITORIAL DEPARTMENT

Ah, I can't write - no matter what I do, I still can't write [TN: she uses "wagahai" (see “I Am A Cat”); possibly implying being she's so tired she's slipping into a ridiculous pronoun] In times like this - I play the theremin!

[Theremin solo]

SHOOOOOOOOOOOCK! I've got it!

Literary masters go go! Go go go! *4

I could write, I could write, I could write to you Ah - I could write? I could write? I could write to you Ooh, I can write, I can write! I can write so I'll write! Deliver my feelings to you

Literary masters go go! Go go go! *4

Say second edition! Say out of stock! Say best seller! Say literary prize! Say Mincho typeface! Say typos! OVERTHROW THE EDITORIAL DEPARTMENT

Say So-se-ki! Say To-l-sto-y! Say Ou-ga-i! Say Dostoyevs-ky! Say Checkhov! Say Nagai Kafuu! OVERTHROW THE EDITORIAL DEPARTMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENT

TRANSLATION NOTES

You don’t actually need to read all of this to understand the song, lol. Content warning for suicide (marked on the individual entries).

Natsume Souseki: Poet and author from the Meiji era (around 1860 - WWI).  During this era rapid Westernisation occurred in many aspects of society, as Japan had just opened up to the outside world. Another book he's known for is Kokoro (Kate Beaton did some comics on it). He also appears in Dai Gyakuten Saiban (during his stint as an exchange student in London) and Bungou Stray Dogs (... as a cat).

I am a cat (Wagahai wa neko de aru): A satirical novel. The joke of the title is that "wagahai" is a pronoun used by the upper class, but the protagonist is a cat owned by a poor teacher. From experience with anime, it tends to only be referenced in name as a joke. (As far as weird 1900′s satirical metaphor goes, this is way more reasonable than Gogol's The Nose.)

Mori Ougai: Another Meiji-era writer. Was a military surgeon, but also worked as a translator and critic. Apparently he and Souseki sort of invented modern Japanese literature! He seems to like the Edo era. Less well-known than Souseki in the West.

Takasebune: (CW: Suicide, euthanasia) A short story by Ougai. Named after boats which travelled down the Takase River from Kyoto to Osaka carrying criminals to be exiled - the whole story is just a conversation between the man and his police guard on one such boat. 

The plot: The protagonist, Kisuke, wants to go to jail - he was so poor it'd have been better than life on the outside. His younger brother fell ill and, not wanting to be a burden, attempts to commit suicide. The attempt is unsuccessful; Kisuke finishes the job so the brother isn’t left to die slowly and painfully. For this Kisuke is arrested. He has no regrets.

The Themes: 

From a synopsis article: "Can the man who assisted his younger brother, suffering from illness, in committing suicide, really be called a murderer? Is euthanasia moral? And what is the meaning of the other theme of the novel, "to be satisfied with one's life"?"

A quote (paraphrased?) from Ougai from the article: "When people are suffering from illness, and they will someday die, people will certainly feel that they want to let them die, to not prolong their suffering. [...] Our traditional morals order us, "leave them to suffer", but in the medical world we have a different way of thinking [i.e. voluntary euthanasia]". Basically his experience as a surgeon informed this book. 

Sanshou-Dayuu (Sansho the Bailiff): A novel by Ougai, based on a story from a medieval storytelling musical performance art thing (sekkyoubushi, "Buddhist sutra-based ballads accompanied by the shamisen"). You can read the plot of a movie based on it on Wikipedia.

Abe Ichizoku (The Abe Family): (CW: Suicide, euthanasia) Another short story by Ougai. Based on a real life event where the whole Abe clan was slaughtered after their leader committed seppuku (ritual suicide) without permission. This linked into events IRL at the time, where a general had committed suicide following the death of the Emperor Meiji (also covered in Souseki’s Kokoro).  Research on this got too long so I put it in a separate post.

Theremin: A funky electric instrument you play by waving your hand between two antennae. Matching with the Russian versus Japanese literature theme (?), it was invented in Soviet Russia (though after the Meiji era, in 1920).

Editorial department: In English this appears to refer to newspapers (?), but the Japanese term tends to refer to ones in publishing houses.

Kafuu Nagai: Another Meiji/Taisho era writer. He was big about France and red-light & entertainment district stuff (dancing! prostitution!). Possibly influenced Japan's France obsession.

Mincho: A set of default typefaces used for writing Japanese. They have a slight serif. The font in Microsoft Word is MS Mincho.

References:

https://honcierge.jp/articles/shelf_story/6247

https://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/山椒大夫

https://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/阿部一族

http://www.ndl.go.jp/france/en/part2/s1_1.html

English Wikipedia articles for all authors, stories where available (I am a cat, Kokoro, Takasebune, Sansho), and Ming/Mincho.

#frida's translations #uesaka sumire #上坂すみれ #文豪でGO! #i got my almost-completed japanese diploma to read ja.wikipedia articles so you don't have to