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nomazee · 7 months

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hihi!! i love ur writing sm and was wondering if u could do a chuuya x also mafia executive reader (similar to the dazai friends to lovers u did a bit ago) with the unestablished relationship but so obviously in love trope

thank u sm!!

i went so overboard omfg FORGIVE ME... i hope this is cohesive i kept working at it at like deep into the night so it's a little hazy omg but i loved this so much im such a sucker for this trope and chuuya and dazai are like the best characters for this kind of genre i feel

pairing: chuuya x gn reader word count: 2.8k content: fluff, hurt/comfort (an abundance of it), friends-to-lovers, mentions of sickness (vomiting, fever, etc), domestic fluff, sweet stuff, also hand-wavey teenage timeline because i didn't read all of stormbringer forgive me...

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“They said they might promote me, did you hear?”

Chuuya glances to the side at the sudden sound of your voice. You’re leaning over his shoulder from behind him, face mere inches from his as you grin widely. He has to fight the twitches of his own lips to stop himself from smiling back. “And who’s they, exactly?”

“Oh, you know. The grapevine. Just some whispers in the organization. And Kouyou.” You lean back, the radiating warmth of your body suddenly escaping Chuuya. He walks behind you as you make your way down the hallway, a little jump in your step as you recount the news to him.

“It’s what you get for working so hard. Guess it paid off.”

“You think I’m hardworking! You’re a flatterer, Chuuya Nakahara.”

“Sure am,” he quips back with amusement. Banter with you is different than with Dazai. With you, it’s lighthearted, and silly, and makes him feel like he’s fourteen and messing around with the Sheep again. With Dazai, it’s… charged, and fast-paced, and builds up a kind of aggravated energy within him that works well in fights but not in a room of Kouyou’s antiques.

“But guess what,” you start again, looking over your shoulder where Chuuya follows close behind. Your pace slows down to let him catch up to you and walk side-by-side, now. “I think you’ve got a good chance, too. You’ve got some executive qualities, you know?”

It makes Chuuya pause for a moment, because he hasn’t really thought about it before. After the mess that was the Sheep, he hadn’t considered taking up any kind of leadership or executive position in the Port Mafia. It wasn’t really his thing—too much work, too much responsibility. And as much as he loathed to admit it, it would probably mean even less time to spend with you and Dazai. Being mentored by different people already limited your time with each other.

He tries not to think too hard about the implications of it—of you and Dazai working under Mori’s hands while Chuuya gets Kouyou’s firm, but gentler palms. A vague kind of sickness washes over him that he tries to shake off.

“I don’t know about that. I think I do better in a quieter position, don't you think?”

“Nothing is quiet about you. Especially not with that partner of yours,” you joke back. “I could put in a good word for you! Once I get promoted, I’ll have, like, a bunch of power and influence, and I’ll be all high and mighty, and you and me and Dazai can all take care of the Port Mafia and be all cool, and everything.”

It’s a pipe dream. Both of you know that. Chuuya knows best about your hidden resentment of this organization and all that it stands for, all that it does. He’s heard whispers about your plans to take over—plans that would never come to fruition. Plans that were more like dreams and wishes and hopes. Something to get you through the day. The budding smile on his face falters when he turns and sees that distant look in your eyes. A sigh bubbles in his chest, but he holds it down.

“Hey, slow down. You don’t even know if you’re getting the position or not.” His comment is met with a roll of your eyes and a chest-deep groan. You launch into a big speech about how qualified you are for the job, and all the different things you’d institute as a mafia executive (nap time, stress room with cats, petting zoo, iced tea dispensers), and Chuuya nods along and laughs for as long as he can.

===

You do, in fact, get promoted to an executive, but at the cost of a lot of things. Dazai leaves the mafia with no warning to you or Chuuya. You don't see him at all for two weeks leading up to his defection, and it all happens in a blur that leaves your head swimming with vertigo and your body much too frail to handle everything.

Chuuya finds you sobbing in your en suite bathroom, kneeling on the floor and crying so hard that you’re dry heaving. He hasn’t seen you like this before. Even in your rare moments of vulnerability, it was never something so visceral and uncensored. He stands in the doorway, looking down at you, and freezes. His palms itch with the desire to do something, something that he hasn’t learned.

“You… Hey, hey,” Chuuya drops to the floor once he snaps out of his daze, crouching next to your curled up form as you shake with the force of your tears. He tentatively reaches out a hand, easing onto your shoulder. When you don’t give any sort of negative reaction, he wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you in for an embrace.

It’s odd. This isn’t something that the three of you did. For all that you and him and Dazai kicked and pushed and shoved each other jokingly, this kind of touch is unfamiliar. It’s scalding in the way that sitting in front of a space heater in the dead of winter burns you.

He shushes you like a child because he’s not sure what else to say. He’s just as shaken by Dazai’s defection, but he knew that you and Dazai had become so close over the last few years. Being trained under Mori together does that. His chest squeezes at the sight of you like this, broken down and shivering and sick at the loss of your friend.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m so sorry. Shhh, it’s— it’s okay.”

Chuuya smooths a hand over the top of your head, sliding down to rest between your shoulderblades. His mouth presses against your temple in a gentle kiss, feeling how cold and clammy your skin has gotten. He doesn’t know how to heal you. His hands are made to weigh people down and hurt and subdue, and he’s not sure if he can handle the gentler things like holding you and swathing you in blankets and cooking you soup.

But, he thinks with a renewed determination. There’s no harm in trying.

Three months later, you take Dazai’s executive position at the age of nineteen. Chuuya follows suit after another year and a half and becomes executive at twenty. You only think of Dazai when your head swims in gin and when you can’t feel the heat of Chuuya’s hands near you.

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The both of you find yourselves in Chuuya’s apartment drinking the night away. At this point, you’re both twenty-one, and being in the mafia has offered you countless resources for alcohol and the like. A warm haze has blanketed you as you take another sip of whatever sweet fruity drink Chuuya has concocted for you. He drinks a glass of wine, because he’s weird and bougie, which you tell him straightforwardly.

“Wine’s just an acquired taste,” he tells you.

“It’s glorified grape juice. It tastes like yeast.”

“That’s… kind of what it is.”

You laugh so hard that tears bead in your eyes and you hit him on the shoulder hard enough to bruise. It’s not even that funny, really, and he wasn’t even trying to make you laugh, but it’s so late into the night that you don’t even know what time it is and everything is funny when you’re this drunk.

“I’m hungry, Chuuya. I miss your soup,” you say, a whine in your voice as you throw your head back against the armrest of the couch. You’re stretched out on his velvet upholstered couch with your feet in his lap, and he’s been tracing circles against your bare shins while some documentary plays in the background on the TV. “You haven’t cooked for me in forever. I thought it was your duty as a househusband to cook every night, or something.”

“Hey! I’m not anyone’s househusband,” he shouts in protest. When you push your head up from the armrest to glance at him, his tanned face is flushed a warm red and his brow is furrowed in playful indignation and you’re struck with the urge to bite him like a chew toy. Instead, you let out a soft kind of laugh and roll your eyes.

“Yeah, you are. You’re my husband. Have been since the day I met you.” In a burst of newfound energy, you propel yourself up and off the couch, swinging your legs off his lap and standing up. “Let’s go make some soup. Your pantry’s probably stocked, right? Since you’re on top of all your housekeeping.”

“Geez. You’re never letting that go, are you?”

“Of course not! Come on. You have to teach me how to cook now.”

Chuuya has reserved bone broth in his freezer, because of course he does. You submerge a container of it in hot water and wait for it to defrost while he helps you dice and saute vegetables in a pressure cooker.

(“Don't pressure cookers, like, explode, or something?”

“...who taught you that.”)

It’s a miracle you can even use a knife safely, because your head is still swimming a little bit and the line of empty bottles on the coffee table taunts you and your bad decisions. You also blame it for the way you stick close to Chuuya, bumping your hips together and leaning your head on his shoulder for a few fleeting moments until the pressure cooker starts hissing.

He serves you a heaping bowl and when you tell him you’ll puke if you eat the whole thing, he pushes the bowl at you from across the counter and says, “I’ll guess I’ll just clean your puke for you too, then.”

“Gross. You’re really a househusband if you’re brave enough to do that.”

“Househusband this, househusband that. All I do is cook.”

“And clean up the vomit of your lovely lovely spouse.”

“Sure,” he says, and he turns back to you and puts his own bowl next to yours. Then, in a swift, undeterred motion, he reaches across the kitchen island, over both steaming bowls of soup and kisses you straight on the mouth. It shocks you right into lucidity, eyes blown wide and lips nearly parting at the sudden contact. Before you can really think about it, Chuuya pulls back, circling around the kitchen island to sit next to you with two spoons so you can both eat. “As long as that lovely lovely spouse is you.”

You feel—light. Airy, sick, nauseous, more at peace than you have been in the last three years. A stupid smile starts forming on your face and you hide your giddy laughs into your soup.

Chuuya would never act like this sober, you think, still cherishing the little moment you have. Thankfully, you’re proven wrong when he keeps doing it—walking you back to your apartment the next day, going out to a mafia-affiliated diner the next week, in an empty meeting room after everyone has left.

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Another year passes. You find yourself in the throes of the cannibalism incident—not as a bystander, but as a victim. Because that’s just your luck, really.

You don’t know how you were caught in the crossfire between Fyodor and Mori, but somehow you were infected with the cannibalism virus and bedridden for nearly three days, in-and-out of consciousness while you hoped and prayed that somebody would save you. For the entirety of the conflict, you were left alone in the PM infirmary, sweating off your perpetual fever and coughing up stomach bile into a metal garbage can.

It was awful. There’s no blame to put on anyone, though. Everyone who was able to stand was on the front lines, so to speak, and from what you understood you weren’t as big of a target as Mori. Three days alone in a sterile bed was worth it for the survival of the organization.

At the end of it all, in the calm after the storm, sitting in your dorm, Chuuya visits you.

You don’t look too great, still recovering physically and emotionally, but you can’t find it in you to care. The second you hear the familiar cadence of his knock and the shuffling of his stupid heeled boots, you rip the door open and are met with his wide-eyed expression.

“Hey,” he says, and you burst into tears because god. It hasn’t hit you until now, seeing him in front of you, his warmth radiating from his hands as they reach out to hold you, but you could’ve died or he could’ve died and then what would’ve happened? Years and years of knowing each other, seeing each other at your worst, taking care of each other. Cooking in your kitchen and sleeping on his couch and kissing him like it meant nothing. It could’ve all been gone.

The mafia isn’t a safe occupation to begin with, but this entire thing has made you realize how fleeting everything is. So you sob, and you let him hold you and bring you to the couch, and you let yourself be weak.

“Hey,” he says again, tone now placating, gloved hands resting on the back of your head and between your shoulder blades as he sits next to you on the couch. You have no regard for where your body is right now, legs sprawled out somewhere beneath you and arms reaching up to grab at Chuuya’s clothes in any way you can. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.”

You cough wetly into his shoulder, a whine forming from between your violent sobs. Your body shakes with the remnants of your sickness and the exhaustion of the week and a small voice in the back of your head tells you that it’s embarrassing, that it’s unbecoming of a mafia executive to be so affected.

Death threats and poisonings and shootings—you deal with it every week. You choke out another whine of distress as you press the heels of your palms against your closed eyelids in an attempt to quell the tears. It doesn’t work. You’re still weak, no matter how hard you hurt.

“Shit, Chuuya,” you cough out a weak sob, shivers wracking your body as the weight of everything crashes onto you. “I was so sick. I was alone. I thought I would die. God.” You pull back from his hold to rub at your eyes with your raw palms.

“Stop that,” Chuuya says, with a gentleness you swear you haven’t heard in so long but in truth it’s been with you for the last two years. “You’re gonna hurt yourself.” Cold fingers wrap around your wrists and pull them away from your face.

The white-hot heat of embarrassment scalds the back of your neck. You feel like a scolded child with the pitying look he gives you, and with your hands locked between his there’s no way to hide.

“Stop,” you tell him, “quit it, Chuuya,” and you don’t know what you’re begging for, but it’s the lowest you’ve ever felt—a feared member of the mafia on their knees crying and asking for some kind of mercy.

“I wouldn’t let that happen,” he mumbles, and he pulls you just a bit closer with the grip he has on your hands. His chin rests on top of your head and you shove your face into the crook of his neck.

For once, he doesn’t smell like his gross luxury perfume. He smells like your laundry detergent and grass and the city and even more tears spill over your cheeks. Your fingers curl into his and you clench his knuckles until you feel them creak through the gloves.

“I wouldn't let you die,” Chuuya’s voice is no more than a whisper, but it’s the most determined you’ve heard him sound. “I wouldn’t let it happen.”

“I don’t need your protection,” and it’s a weak protest, and you’re grasping at straws to argue with him and push him away and make him stop before you make yourself sick with how hard you’re sobbing. You feel one hand slip from yours and slide up between your shoulderblades and start trailing along the nape of your neck, tracing circles in a lulling gesture.

“I know you don't,” he says, “but I would really like it if you let me. Just once in a while. Let me cook you soup alone and wash your face and clean your hair. All that stupid stuff.”

You cough out a weak laugh. Your househusband shtick from a year ago comes back to you, and so do all the warm evenings spent together in the kitchen and the kisses left on his cheek and the ones left on yours. You feel the warm press of his mouth against your temple and let out your last weak sob before you hold him tight again, squeeze him hard against you to make sure he’s still there. And that’s where he’ll stay.

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luvfy0dor · 8 months

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Rhythm Is A Dancer !! ✩‧₊˚ Bsd x GN!Reader

╰┈➤ Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor ༉‧₊˚✧

Warnings/Disclaimers ; Alcohol (Chuuya), nothing toxic though

Description ; Various bsd characters dancing with their partner!

A/N; if this is well received I might do this prompt with other characters!! I have some ideas for other things though, school just makes it tough to actually put them into writing without getting easily distracted.

Dazai Osamu !! ✧⁠*⁠。

Dazai would like to dance with his partner every now and again. Sometimes he might pull you into his chest and start swaying with you to cheer you up, or he might do it to annoy you. I think anytime he cleans his Godforsaken apartment he would invite you over, one hand on your waist, the other holding your hand outwards. Dazai dances spontaneously. I don't think there is any specific dance the really likes, he just goes with the flow. Whatever dance seems most fitting for the moment is what he's gonna do.

He particularly enjoys dipping his partner like he did to Sigma. He would grin as he watches your face contort into one of playful annoyance, placing a soft kiss on your lips shortly after. He would pull you back up, placing one of his hands on your lower back.

Scenario ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

"Dear, I've just cleaned my apartment, would you like to come over? We can have a movie night at my place instead...I can even help pay for food this time!" Dazais voice enthusiastically played through the speaker of your phone as you wiped down your kitchen counters. "Like...right now?" You asked, your head tilting as you spoke.

"Mhm! C'mon, it'll be fun! I'm sure you were on your feet all day, why not come see your lovely boyfriend and relax, yeah?" He said. You could almost hear his grin through the phone as you sighed. "Alright, all be over in like...fifteen minutes." You say, smiling before hanging up. You gather your things and make your way to his apartment. You arrive fairly quickly, using the spare key he left at your house to let yourself in.

"I'm here!" You announce setting your bag down. Dazai quickly pokes his head out of his bedroom, a large smile on his face. "Ah, finally! You took forever." He teases. It only takes a second for the ambiance of "Careless Whispers" playing to fill your ears, making you roll your eyes and blush. "C'mon, dance with me, dear."

Dazais hands find themselves either on your lower back or interlocked with one of yours as he starts to sway with you to the intro of the song. You find yourself giggling quietly as you both dance around the open space of his living room. He spins you a couple times and you spin him, ending the song with him dipping you. His face hovers just above yours, his hair softly resting against your skin as he leans in and kisses you.

Chuuya Nakahara !! ✧⁠*⁠。

I think Chuuya knows how to dance. It's not his favorite thing in the world, but he'd dance with his lover if it made them happy and he wasn't tired. He would mostly come out of his shell when it comes to dancing if he's drunk, that man can do the salsa dance, he can tango, he can waltz - you name it, he can do it. He's definitely a smoother dancer when drunk, there are times when he has two left feet sober. He definetly gets that confidence boost. He doesn't like the whip and nae nae though, he probably thinks it's stupid. He's cool with the chacha slide, though.

Chuuya enjoys to romanticism and intimacy of dancing with his partner. He loves the laughter that erupts from your lips, giving him butterflies every time he hears it. It only makes him fall further for you.

Scenario ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

The bar was quite packed as you sat at one of the stools, sipping on some water. Your lover sits besides you, drunkenly conversing with some random guy as you listened in. They would occasionally say some silly things to each other, their loud laughs covering up the sound of your quieter ones. Apart from that, there was little entertainment in the bar, your phone being very close to dying. You observe the small things happening in the bar, the way other couples lovingly engage in conversation, or the way two people dance near the jukebox, one of them spinning the other as the song comes to an end.

You feel Chuuya's arm snake around your waist, instantly returning your attention to him. His head still turned towards the man as he continues talking. Their current conversation based around the prices of certain brands of wine - specifically Chuuyas favorite, Petrus.

"The fact that $3,900 USD is a low price for one bottle is insane! Doesn't stop me from buying it though." He laughs a little. The man laughs with him, nodding in agreement. Your attention returns to the people near the jukebox, now dancing to Por Una Cabeza. Your ears perk up when you recognize the song. "Chuuya likes this song..." You thought. "Maybe he'll wanna dance."

Upon the short silence between the two men, you took your chance to ask Chuuya. You gently tugged at his sleeve, grabbing his attention.

"Chuuya, wanna go dance?" You say, pointing over at the decently sized area. "They're playing Por Una Cabeza." You smiled at him, influencing the nod you receive. "Sure thing, doll. C'mon." He smiles with you, hopping off of the bar stool. You both make your way to the small but big-enough cleared area, starting to slowly dance with each other, incorporating parts of the tango dance as you go. Your body is hugged close to his, one of his hands on your lower back, the other extended and holding yours. The song ends after a couple of minutes, Chuuya leaning in close to your face, a bit out of breath.

"I really should let ya' drag me out to the dance floor more, that was fun." He chuckles softly, pecking your cheek. You smile, a soft blush on your face.

Fyodor Dostoevsky !! ✧⁠*⁠。

Fyodor loves ballroom dancing, he was taught as a child and it has always stuck with him. He finds it both intimate and elegant, the soft sound of classical music by Russian composers playing in the background as you both delicately move across the open space. He won't be up and dancing for long though with his anemia, so he would take a moment in between songs.

That doesn't stop him from pulling you into him and swaying to the instrumentals coming from his record player, though. He dances with you whenever provided the chance. His plans weren't going exactly as planned? Take a moment to clear his mind by dancing with his lover. His lover that stands beside him, offering as much support and love as possible. His lover that is there for him, no matter what.

Scenario ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

You barely heard your boyfriend walk up behind you, jumping a bit when he rested his hands on your shoulders, peering over you to look at what you were doing. "Ah, my dear seems to be a bit jumpy today." A small laugh comes from his parted lips.

"A little,i I guess. You scared me. You're very quiet, like a mouse." You say, slipping your book mark between the pages of the novel you had started reading a few nights ago. Fyodors hand reaches for yours, interlocking your fingers together gently. You take his hand and stand up from your desk, leaning into his chest.

"My dear, it's been quite a while since we've danced together, no?" He softly asks, a small smile on his face as he leads you over to the record player, only letting go of your hand to carefully start the machine. He rests his head softly on your shoulder, inhaling the scent of your cologne or perfume. His hands resting either on the small of your back or in your own. "You always smell so lovely." You laugh a bit at his compliment.

"You must feel awfully affectionate this evening." You say. Your fingers softly scratch at Fyodors scalp, massaging his head as you two move together to the soft song. "Do you not like it?" You're quick to shake your head. "No, I love it. Forget I ever said anything." You softly giggle. Fyodor smiles and his eyes meet yours. You can hear the song coming to an end, and he pulls you in, his lips meeting yours in a passionate and loving kiss.

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cryptidghostgirl · 1 month

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The Land is Inhospitable and So Are We (Chuuya x Reader) (slight Dazai x Reader)

Pairing: Chuuya x Reader//Dazai x Reader

Description: Y/n left the Mafia, along with Chuuya, behind. She made her choice and it was most definitely her choice. There is no escaping the consequences.

Next Part: Coming Soon

Warnings: Angst, drinking your feelings, Port Mafia cannon stuff. You guys know the drill. I think that is it, please correct me if I am wrong.

Word Count: 2,103

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A/N AHHHHH! I am actually so excited to start posting some of my other work here. I wrote this little fic back in november (ish?? I think??) and it is what I have decided to start with in my reposting of wattpad stuff here because it is short and sad and under-appreciated on wattpad. Enjoy!

Chapter One: bug like an angel

Y/n sat alone at her favorite bar, turning her mostly empty glass of liquor slowly in her hand and watching the reflections of the dim lights in it. To anyone else, it would appear she was waiting for someone and maybe, somewhere behind those cold eyes, she was. After all, this is where they'd always come to be together, the three of them. Anniversaries were supposed to be a happy thing but in this moment, she couldn't feel anything but emptiness and loss.

"You dug your grave and now you must lie in it silly girl. Made promises you broke, so they broke you right back. Amateur. What else did you think was gonna happen?" she scoffed quietly beneath her breath before downing the rest of her drink.

With sudden assertion, she set the glass down on the bar and stood. Having already paid her tab, she gracefully put her coat on and, with a blasé wave of thanks thrown over her shoulder to the barkeep, took herself out into the cool night.

—— Did I make him a promise I couldn't keep? or am I going to be a man and do something about it?

Dazai looked around the room that had been his home for almost as long as he could remember. There were memories woven into the very fibers of the deep red carpet and the grains of the wood floor. This had been his childhood, his whole life, the only one he'd ever really known.

Looking around, a myriad of minute details caught his eye. It was as if some part of him had already made the choice he was mulling over in his grief muddled mind and was trying to memorize it all, trying to take in every inch of it before he couldn't anymore.

Look there, it said, that bottle of wine is empty because you shared it with Chuuya just last week. And there, that's the rose Y/n gave you randomly one day that you hung up on your wall till it dried. Somewhere in one of those drawers is a scalpel, in the back of that closet, there's a loose board that hides a scrap of Akutagawa's old coat you two found him in. There is a bit of your first coat there too, and Chuuya's from when you found him. And Y/n's she left here of course. Look here... see there... notice this... this plaguing infestation... this gap... this raw, bloodstained history you call a life.

He sighed again, turning his eyes away and running a hand through his already messy hair.

"I am so tired of this." he mumbled aloud, knowing no one was there to hear it.

Taking a step over to the dark wood dresser, he picked up a slip of paper worn with age. The pencil marks on it were blurred from the oil on his fingers, having read it again and again in the past year.

Thoughts continued to swirl around his head as he looked down at the blood soaking his frame.

"But what would I do with all this rage if I were to? Would it have a place to go?"

Dazai found his thoughts drifting to a time a few years ago. The three of them had snuck out into the night and found a bar, a little safe haven in all their madness. Y/n, mediator as she was, had smoothed out any disagreement, any anger spawned from snide remarks. Her exhileration at being out in the air that sharp January night had been all they needed. He had fed on that infectious joy of hers, a spot of light in the darkness that consumed them all and somehow, never went out. Not once in the six years Dazai had known her had he ever seen it even falter.

After dropping the drunken Chuuya safely back at his door, he had walked with her to her own room. They were less than sober themselves and Dazai couldn't help but laugh at his companion as she skipped down the hall, humming softly.

"What is it? Do I look weird?" Y/n asked, suddenly rather self conscious as she heard Dazai laugh behind her.

"Not at all." he smiled, catching up to where she had stopped in the hall, "Just a little unbecoming for the Port Mafia's youngest executive."

"Watch your tongue, dog." she joked, shoving his shoulder lightly, "I could have you drawn and quartered for a comment like that."

"Ooh, how medieval. I'm soooo scared." Dazai sarcastically responded, rolling his eyes as they started to walk once more.

"You better be, I am the notorious wielder of bacchic frenzy and hedonistic release after all." she teased right back.

"I'm too hedonistic as it." Dazai mused happily, "Your power would have no hold on me."

"That's just because no ability has power over yours which means it is cheating. I, Y/n the great, do declare my subordinate, Dazai Osamu, to be a cheater."

"Hey!" he pouted back for a brief moment before they both dissolved into giggles.

Before he knew it, they reached her door. It was an all too familiar thing to him, covered over with little notes and drawings he and Chuuya had left for her over the years that she had refused to take down for sentimentality's sake.

"Thank you for letting me convince you to do this." she said, turning to face him in the dark hallway.

Surprised, Dazai stood silent for a moment before taking a hand from his pocket and placing it on her head.

"Your hope shines in this dark place." was all he said in response.

"I've always known I was too full of feathers. My mother used to say it to me. She said it would kill me someday." Y/n mused softly, pushing the taller man's hand from her hair and holding it in her own, examining it as if it were some precious jewel.

"How do you do it?" he found himself asking, the alcohol coursing through his veins.

"It's just who I am. Plus, if you're just asking that in order to mimic me, remember: my mother was right. I'll be bent over from wishing and surrounded by false promises before long."

"You're too good for that."

"I am not good."

Y/n dropped Dazai's hand and looked up at last to meet his wide brown eyes. His frown only deepened with her gaze.

"I'm not good!" she insisted again, with a slight smile "I am full of all this rage. No one who is good should ever be as angry as I am. Besides, I know my place and I have learned to be content with it. I have learned to find the sun where it is shining."

"You're my sun." he said softly.

Y/n didn't respond but met his eyes once more and Dazai found them to be full of a grief he hadn't seen before. Maybe it had always been there and he had just never been close enough to notice.

"How do you do it?" he said gruffly, sticking his hands back in his pockets and looking away momentarily.

"Do what?"

"How do you deal with all the rage."

Y/n's eyes grew wide for a moment.

"The wrath of the devil was also given to him by god." she said after some thought.

"I never took you as the religious type." Dazai chuckled, lightening the mood slightly.

She smiled and shook her head.

"I'm not but this anger is a part of me whether I want it to be or not. I can sit and let it fester, or I can embrace it and learn to love it as it loves me."

"Aren't you afraid you'll be hated for it?"

His question came out as barley a whisper, a breath with substance.

"You and Chuuya have stuck around, haven't you?"

He turned the paper over in his hand. The backside was empty save for his name, written in that achingly familiar script that had plagued him since the first time he saw it. Dazai had never encountered another person who's handwriting suited them as perfectly as hers did. He shook his head slightly, placing the paper back down. His mind was made up. After all, she had left, she had made it out and, as far as he knew, lived to tell the tale. If she of all people could be redeemed, then why couldn't he?

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Y/n woke up the next morning with a terrible hangover. Sluggishly, she pulled on her usual attire and dragged herself to work. Grabbing breakfast on the way, she somehow managed to make it to the office only an hour late and with her headache having subsided.

"Morning everyone, sorry I'm late." she managed through a yawn as she stepped inside, "I somehow managed to sleep through my alarm."

Her new life was no place for lies and secrets, Y/n knew that, but when your raised a certain way, things follow you. She couldn't help it and sometimes, her little lies even surprised her.

"Just don't do it tomorrow." said Kunikida, lightly hitting her on the head with his notebook.

"I won't, I won't." she hummed in response, draping her coat over the back of her chair.

As she went to sit down and start on the paperwork from her last mission, Kunikida spoke once more.

"The boss wants to see you in his office."

"What for?" Y/n asked, looking up at him with surprise evident in her eyes.

Kunikida shrugged.

"He's speaking to a potential new hire, apparently he wants your opinion on the matter."

"Mine?"

"Seems like a waste of time. The man has an irresponsible, lazy air to him." Kunikida continued as if he hadn't heard her question.

"I guess I'll go see what he needs."

Y/n knocked gently on the boss' door and did not move to enter until she heard the command from inside.

"You ask to see me sir?" She said with a respectful bow once the door was shut.

"Yes, sit down."

Y/n nodded and moved to take the empty seat in front of his desk before noticing a strangely familiar person sitting beside it. Her eyes grew wide with disbelief for a moment before she quickly fixed her expression into a small, pleasant smile.

"What is it I can help with."

She could feel his eyes on her as she look straight ahead at the boss who took a sip of his tea.

"Y/n, this is Dazai Osamu but I'm sure you know that already."

"Yes, of course." she nodded, still absolutely avoiding the man beside her.

"He wants to work here."

"And why should you?" she asked, suddenly fixing her strangely cold attention on Dazai.

"My, haven't you changed." he smiled back at her.

"Your coat is different."

"And your feathers appear to have gone."

Y/n was silent for a moment.

"Not gone, just quieted. This is my hiding place, why are you here?"

"I thought you might know one another, it appears however that you two even have a history." the boss chuckled warmly, bringing the attention in the room back on him, "Tell me Y/n, this man claims to have been a Port Mafia executive. He says he wants to leave it behind, to 'be on the side that saves people.' Can you confirm his story? Back up his intentions?"

"You never asked anyone to back up my story or my intentions, why bother with this one?"

"You were sincere." the boss answered cooly, "This one appears to have something to hide."

Y/n rolled his words over in her mind for a moment, sparing Dazai a fleeting glance before she answered.

"Dazai and I grew up together. He was my subordinate and must have been promoted to take my position when I left. I do not believe there is any reason to not trust his intent in this situation. In fact, I had a feeling something would happen and he'd follow me someday."

"Thank you Y/n, that is all. You may return to your work."

"Yes sir."

Y/n stood and bowed once more. As she turned to leave however, Dazai grabbed her wrist lightly. She looked down at his still seated form, her eyebrows raised.

"How's that wrath of yours?" he asked with a seemingly harmless smile.

Y/n took a deep breath before moving her hand carefully from his grasp.

"How's your hedonism treating you lately?" she threw back and the door clicked shut softly behind her.

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woklaza · 4 months

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New Year Special

Happy Late New Year! For the arrival of 2024 here's a little spoiler/extra to my SKK Actors AU! Could be read without much context! Think of this as an alternative ending to my fic that was still unfinished. I'm delusional.

Dazai stared at the peeling ceiling while slumping on the waiting room's leather couch. His foot was subconsciously tapping in rhythm as a figure finally walked into the room. It was the woman the show assigned to interview him.

The questions were typical, and Dazai, as normal, responded with the utter bare minimum answer. He hated interviews. He did not understand why such mind-numbing activities were apparently made for him when he could have been doing much more productive work.

But Dazai couldn't cut the conversations short or just escape the interview, unlike how he usually does with skill. Because this was a live show.

"So, Mr Dazai, can you fill us in about your love life?" Asked the interviewer, grinning.

Dazai held back the urge to roll his eyes (Not this question again) before plastering his smile. "It's just like how people see it?"

"Come on Mr Dazai, we can all see it. Your type, I mean. But is there a deeper meaning to how you, well, date? Just after you turned 18, you've dated more than 20 girls."

Dazai smiled, and the woman continued.

"A few people noticed that the people you dated all had red hair and blue eyes. Is there a reason for that?"

That should be the last question. Dazai sighed. "Just a coincidence, I guess."

Through a laptop screen, Chuuya watched the live. A wine glass at the tip of his mouth, the red liquid slipping into his mouth. His face was red, and he slammed the laptop shut.

Counting back, it has been 4 years since Dazai left. Chuuya ruffled his hair but quickly stopped. Maybe it's a good idea to dye his hair and start wearing coloured lenses.

It was a terrible day. Dazai walked down the streets, the wind berated him the entire way from the recording studio to his apartment. You would think Oscar-level movie star Dazai Osamu would have at least a private driver, and yes he does have one, but once in a while, walking unarmed may seem a good idea. Just in case someone that he actually wants to be attacked by would attack him. But with not even a bodyguard with him, all he received was fans taking selfies and autographs. No wanted attacker.

Incoming call from Slug...

Dazai went into a café and answered the call. It being 8:01 pm, the café seemed almost deserted.

"Hello?"

"Mackerel."

"What was the call for?"

"I watched your live."

"Cool." Not cool at all.

"Where are you? I'll pick you up."

"Chuuya, you're drunk."

"Where are you?" Chuuya remained stubborn.

Dazai looked at the logo on the menu. Oh, it's this café. He managed to enter the most expensive café of Japan. That's why it's so uncrowded.

"Your favourite café."

"What makes you think my preference didn't change?"

"I'm your partner."

Chuuya looked up from his seat. In front of him was the bandaged brunette he once worked with.

"Hello, partner." Dazai hung up.

Chuuya blinked. "Partner? You left for 4 years." He rubbed his forehead, he knew he was intoxicated. That was what gave him the courage to press "Mackerel" on his phone. The number he failed to delete after 4 fucking years.

"I'm here now, right?"

"After 4 years?"

"Better than never."

Dazai sipped from the glass of wine. It's a Petrus, each sip dripping with wealth.

"You want me to drop you home?" Asked Dazai.

I hope you enjoyed this extra part! If you enjoyed this, the link to my fic is here:

Hope you guys have a wonderful 2024, and sorry for the lack of activity, I'm gonna be online a lot more now.

#bsd #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #soukoku #bsd fanfic #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #bsd angst #Is this angst?#soukoku au #ao3 #ao3 link

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kyloqvsss · 5 months

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HIS PRETTY EYES.

|| - Inspired by the song, I love my boyfriend • Princess Chelsea

ROMANCE

|| - ‘ Still, every time I look into his pretty eyes. I think of all the things I didn’t even try. ‘ I glanced into the ocean coloured eyes, which had my reflection pictured. The young boy blinked his eyes, “ are you just going to stare at me? Or are you going to help me? “ he grunts out.

A/N

Omg!! Look it’s another Chuuya fic!! 😍

I can’t get over him, I swear. Like maybe next story It’ll be someone else. Maybe Dazai or uh a different fandom? Who knows. I’m only writing because I have wrote in like 15+ days, last time I checked. Sorry for the lack of motivation, I forgot I wrote on here honestly. My friend Toby keeps begging and pressuring me to write rn 😍

HIGH SCHOOL!NAKAHARA CHUUYA X GN!READER

( MODERN AU! ) ??????

——————->

|| - There is a boy I know. We are friends, we are more than!

The day was longer than I expected it would be. In addition, the teacher gave us a presentation to work on! With a partner of course. You wouldn’t believe who was paired with me. Chuuya, Chuuya Nakahara! The one with major anger issues, y’know? Yet he is somewhat my acquaintance? Yet, also more like rivals. But, it could’ve been worse than it already is. Chuuya strides up to me.“ Hey, we gonn’ work on our presentation or whatever? “ he says, while putting a hand on his hip. I turned to look at the ginger, and then back to my clock. “ Mmm.. “ I groan, “ I suppose we can, just don’t bother anything there. “ I say as I spin around. I assume Chuuya ignore that, because once we got to my home. He messed around in my room! Automatically jumping to hit the rim of my door, just like a ‘ cool kid. ‘

Which he labled himself. I turned my heel, looking at him with the most concerned look. “ What? “ he says, with actual confusion. I sighed loudly, making sure he heard.

|| - ‘Cause everytime he looks at me I get electric shocks, in my brain and in my heart. But he is not the one I love!

As we worked, the boy and I locked our eyes with eachother ever once in a while. Silence filled the room, totally surrounding us. Although this silence seemed weirdly comforting? As time passes, typing and flipping pages slowed down. Time was almost up for today, knowing this. I suddenly gave up, what was the purpose of continuing when we have more days for this presentation?

“ You givin’ up for tonight? “ my partner announces straight up. I looked down, yawing. I closed my eyes. “ Yeah, probably gonna head to sleep. Time for you to leave, ‘kay? “ I said gently, quieter than my usual attitude. Chuuya just nods, and starts packing up. Still, every time I look into his pretty eyes. I think of all the things I didn’t even try. I glanced into the ocean coloured eyes, which had my reflection pictured. He stared at me for quite awhile, which was probably only 15 seconds. But staring into his eyes made it feel like forever. The young boy blinked his eyes, “ are you just going to stare at me? Or are you going to help me? “ he grunts out, getting out of our ‘staring contest’. I quickly change my direction of view, starting into the wall. Then slowly getting up, and getting onto the floor to collect all the scattered the papers.

|| - And though I know it is only chemistry. There’s nothing in this world that I can do about it.

After I long while of torture, we finally finished cleaning everything. Chuuya stuffed all his binders, books, and papers into his bag. “ I’ll be headin’ out now. Bye, rest for a while. ‘Kay? “ Chuuya said. Why was he being so nice? It was confusing. Yet, I nodded with his words. “ Night Chuuya, see ya’ tomorrow? “ I mumbled out. Chuuya nodded his head, which I suppose he ment he was coming back over tomorrow. He waved goodbye, and then walked out the door.

All I wanted to do was kick my legs and gossip about him to friends, which was oddly weird. But true.

——>

A/N

I HATE THIS SO MUCH OML. KILL ME. I HOPE THIS DOESNT FLOP THO.. i rushed this.. idk whats actually happening in this story.

#claytonqvs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #gn reader #ily chuuya dw #chuuya nakahara #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x reader #fluff #15 chuuya #15!chuuya x reader #rivals omg #flop era #crying #Bsd #bsd chuuya #bsd x reader #bungou gay dogs

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soukokucchi · 4 months

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matchmaking service for grassless streamers

BSD Secret Santa entry for @halokarii. I hope you enjoy this!

“Why do you always think I am scheming something?” Dazai asks, eyes roaming around the table in silent appreciation for his roommate's delicious cooking. He would be eating cup noodles right now if Chuuya had not offered the spare room in his apartment when they met at a bar four years after he cut off his communication with his childhood friend.

Second chances are not for Dazai but Chuuya does not believe in that. Chuuya lets him back into his life with questions asked. Not even screams of anger or any signs of hostility as a result of his past betrayal. He should not be here listening to his roommate’s troubles in his law firm while enjoying a hot plate of curry. He should be wasting in his family home–a slave to the desire of his parents to create the perfect heir for their beloved company.

“You have this look in your eyes that screams trouble,” Chuuya answers as he passes Dazai a small plate of his favorite crab sticks in silent thanks to the latter for picking him up from his office yesterday due to the rain. “The last time you had that look, you almost made Atsushi cry.”

“Is this Chibi admitting that he is checking me out?”

“Ha?! How did you even come to that conclusion, bastard?” His roommate sighs in exasperation before flicking him on the forehead in retaliation. And of course, Dazai starts whining about how mean Chuuya is and that he only keeps him around to bully him for his entertainment. “You’re so annoying.”

“You tolerate me anyway,” Dazai argues back and digs into his meal, oblivious to the truth behind his words. When he does not receive any response, he looks up to see Chuuya smiling softly at him before wiping the look off his face as soon as he realizes that Dazai’s eyes are on him. He notices how flustered his roommate is, but makes no comment about it, too busy basking in the moment.

“I tolerate you too, you know.”

(And if Dazai spends an hour of his stream talking about this to his audience–emphasizing how cool he was during the exchange, Chuuya does not need to know about that. Besides, he is not the one asking Siri if he is dying because of how fast his heart has been beating lately around his roommate.)

(Read more on AO3)

#my works #completed #bungo stray dogs #bsd #dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #soukoku #skk #double black #dachuu #dazai x chuuya #skk fics #fanfic #roommates au #bsd secret santa 2023

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nkhrchuwuya · 2 years

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nightmares

bungou stray dogs | G | 736 words

nakahara chuuya x reader/oc

despite nightmares plaguing your sleep, there’s always someone warm to wake up to.

the nightmare is something else. there's someone chasing you with a knife first, before the scene shifts and instead you're faced with something more threateningly personal. it twists and turns into a horror show and the you in the dream can only duck and hide or run. except there's only so many places to hide in or go.

"-by. hey."

the monster lurks in the corner of your eye, and you're sure this time it's going to get you. you can almost feel it's slimy limbs encircling your wrist, and just the thought of it sends a shiver down your spine.

"-ke up. baby."

the floor creaks underneath the monster's weight and you close your eyes, accepting your fate. you hear its breath hovering so close to you. and just as it's about to open its cavernous mouth-

"baby. hey. come on, wake up."

the first splash of oxygen into your lungs jolts you awake. the room is dark, but familiar; nothing like the long hallways or dim streets you were traversing much earlier. there's a warm heat along your shoulders and on your hand, but it's comforting rather than revolting. slowly, the nightmare dissipates as you sink backward onto your savior's embrace.

"wanna talk about it?" chuuya asks, rubbing your shoulders and squeezing your hand.

you take a deep breath. "i don't remember all of it. just a lot of darkness and running around from monsters and people that weren't... safe."

"well you're safe now," he assures, presses a kiss on your temple as your breathing slowly evens. he takes his time with you, never rushing, knowing how much these nightmares shake you so deeply. you do your best to focus on his warmth and his company instead, letting go of the disturbing imagery that tried to sear itself into your brain.

once you're calmer, you turn to bury your head into chuuya's chest. the sound of his heartbeat is clear and steady, the one thing you need right now. he combs through your hair with his fingers. you're safe now, his voice echoes in your mind. you're safe now. you always are, when he's around.

noticing you licking your lips, chuuya offers you: "water?"

and you instantly feel how dry your throat is. had you been shouting while you were dreaming? is that how you'd gotten chuuya awake? the nightmare creeps along the edge of your mind again.

"that'd be great, but..." you say, drifting off. "i don't want you to leave me."

chuuya smiles. "that's easy to solve, princess."

carrying you with one arm, you feel the warm touch of his ability surround you as he carries you off to the kitchen. you know that he could carry you with both arms right now if he wanted to, but he knows that the heat of tainted sorrow around you will envelop you in a comforting embrace. which works exactly as he thought it would. you lean against his shoulder as he walks.

when you get to the kitchen, he places you gently onto the counter. when he lets go of you to get you water, you grab onto his wrist suddenly, still shaken.

chuuya presses a hand to your cheek. "i won't leave ya. i promise."

gently, you let go. he turns to get the pitcher of water from the fridge. the water tinkles faintly as he pours it into a glass. you watch him closely, like he'd disappear if you look away for one moment. when he hands you the glass, you take it, but you quickly take his hand in yours as well.

"see?" chuuya says, softly, his voice still slightly deep from sleep. "still here."

"still here," you echo, before finally taking a sip from the water. the cool washes through your mouth and down your throat, a grounding sensation. you're here now. chuuya is, too. and you're safe. you empty the glass, relieving the parched feeling.

chuuya lifts his other hand to brush a stray lock of hair back behind your ear. "think ya can try to get some more sleep?" he asks, concern in his tone. "too early."

you nod. "as long as you're with me."

"stupid. i'm not going anywhere," chuuya assures you. "i'll protect ya. so you can sleep easy."

together, you return to the bedroom, which you're sure is now devoid of nightmares. forever and ever, for as long as chuuya is by your side.

#nakahara chuuya #bungou stray dogs #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #bungou stray dogs imagines #bsd imagines #bsd x reader #💌 chuuya lovemail #genre:comfort #timeline:serious #rating:G

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os8mu-archived · 2 years

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when you wear their clothes

⤷ ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, fyodor, atsushi, akutagawa

dazai ー you hold out your arms, watching as the sleeves of his trench coat hang off your hands, unbeknownst to dazai watching you from afar. his belladonna in his coat; it made his heart beat harder than it ever had before. you hadn’t even noticed him until he snuck up on you, spinning you around. you're not sure what's more embarrassing: the yelp of surprise that slips out of your mouth or the fact you were caught by dazai. he pulls the belt of his coat until you’re chest to chest, looking down at you with eyes so bright, they warmed your entire body more than his jacket alone ever could. “my pretty girl,” he gently grasps your jaw, pressing a long kiss to your lips. “you’re so cute, i think you’ll kill me,” he sighs against your mouth.

chuuya ー it was the middle of the night when chuuya arrived home from a mission overseas. a selfish part of him was hoping you were still awake — you weren’t. you were, however, snuggled up on his side of the bed, adorned in one of his button-downs as your hair fanned across his pillow. although he’d have to wait until morning to catch up with you, this wasn’t so bad either. he can’t fight his smile at the thought of you missing him in his absence, putting on his shirt as a way to feel closer to him. he tucks your hair behind your ear, making a mental note to leave his shirts around more often as he presses his lips against the side of your head. “i’m home,” he whispers against your temple.

ranpo ー you wrap yourself up in his cloak, sighing in delight at the warm feeling that spreads through your body as you're surrounded by the sugary smell that always lingered on ranpo’s skin. you eye the hat that was left next to it. it only made sense to match, right? you fit it on your head, nodding to yourself in approval only to turn around and see ranpo. he stood in front of you, his eyes wide open, green irises complimented by his reddening cheeks. even if you could come up with some kind of excuse, you knew he'd see through it before it even left your mouth. you're pulled out of your head when you feel him squish your cheeks in his hands, an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face. “never take this off.”

fyodor ー there was nothing he didn’t do on purpose; of course he’d left his hat on his desk hoping you’d slip it on when he left the room, and you looked even prettier than he imagined you would. “oh? what’s this?” you feel surprise jolt through your body at the sound of his smooth voice, pulling off the ushanka like you weren't just seen. there was a glint in his eyes as he walked towards you. “did you miss me, dear?” he smiles at the flustered expression on your face. “well…” he takes the hat from you, pulling it back over your head. his hands delicately hold your face, cold thumbs cooling your skin as they stroke your heated cheeks. “now you have the real thing.”

atsushi ー one of the perks of atsushi’s small dorm was that there was little space to hide, so when he woke up without your warm body next to his, it wasn’t hard to find you in the kitchen. “good morning! did you sleep we…” you turn around, waiting for atsushi to continue only to see him frozen as he took in the sight of you in his white button down, finishing up fluffing the rice. “is that…my shirt?” “yeah,” you say, unable to gauge his reaction. “i can take it off if you want.” you mumble, placing down the paddle to fidget with one of the buttons. “no!” falling asleep together only to wake up to you wearing his shirt as you made breakfast, it was like you two were a family, and god, it’s everything he’s ever wanted. he chooses to ignore the twinge of possessiveness he feels as he clears his throat. “i-i mean, no. please keep it on. you look nice.”

akutagawa ー there were only a few times you had seen akutagawa without his coat, let alone seen him leave it out in the open. you had only wanted to try it on for a moment, but of course you chose the moment he came back in the room. you freeze as you see him in the doorway, his eyes unwavering from your form, expression unreadable. “i was only trying it on. please don’t be mad at me." it wasn’t easy to get to the place you were with akutagawa and you were afraid that you might’ve just ruined everything. after a few seconds of embarrassed silence, you shift to shrug the coat off. “don’t,” he grunts. you look up in surprise only to see his blushing face turned away from you, hand covering his mouth, stifling a cough. “...you look really pretty.”

#🗒#bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #ranpo x reader #fyodor x reader #atsushi x reader #akutagawa x reader #dazai osamu x reader #nakahara chuuya x reader #bsd scenarios #bsd imagines #bsd headcanons

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tacticaldiary · 2 years

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Helloo, your writings are amazing <3 If requests are still open, could i get an imagine for Chuuya that he is a partner with a really strong and cool woman ? He has a crush on her and never told but on a mission he sees her frozen and did nothing to her enemies and got hurt.Chuuya saves her life and talk with her and he finds out someone raped her when she was a little girl and she remembered that moments.He helps her and comforts her... I dont know it is too much or not but i would be glad if you write for me.Sorry for my bad english and if you dont understand me :/ love ya <3

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Pairing: Reader x Chuuya Nakahara

Genre: Hurt/Comfort; Angst

Trigger Warnings: implied Sexual Assault; Violence; Blood

He's only ever seen her be strong, so when he finally sees her crumble...well, it doesn't look good for their opponents.

A/N: Read the trigger warning before continuing on, thanks! Two in one day? Two in one day!

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The world seems to stop around her. Noise fades into the background and her heartrate picks up. She feels small and helpless and tiny. As tiny as she was back then.

The two men approach her, one with a gun, the other wielding a knife. They both look strikingly familiar, the build, the hair, the accents and the clothes, almost everything reminds her of that other man.

Suddenly she's not on the battlefield anymore. She's back in that tiny room, behind the bar, the musty smell of alcohol making her want to gag. Logically she knows she's not there, she knows she should be moving, fighting, but her limbs feel like lead and her mind feels fuzzy.

She's there, but her mind isn't. Her mind is flashing back to that night. In that storage room. With that man.

She shudders, almost feeling the hands on her again, touching, probing, pushing and pulling. Molding her in all the ways she did not want to be molded. She remembers the leering smile, predatory and scary for a child like she was.

Lost in thought and trembling, when one of the men push her down, she falls to her knees easily. She's frozen. She wants to move but can't.

A little pathetic, she thinks. Y/N is one of the most capable people in the mafia. She's proven it time and time again, achieving and accomplishing without any abilities to aid her. Trained in combat, manipulation and stealth, she's one of the best they have.

And she on her knees, the barrel of the gun cold against the back of her neck.

She tries to move, to lift a hand, anything to get out of this situation when she hears a chilling voice from behind her.

"Don't move, it'll be over soon." It sounds the same as she remembers and her blood turns to ice, a sharp spike of fear piercing her heart. It's instinctive, the words of the man behind her echo the words of that guy in her past and she cannot move.

A shout pierces through the static the rest of the world has dissolved into and when she cracks open her eyes, which had been clenched shut, she sees a flash of red.

A flash of red and then the metal pressed to her head disappears. She remains still, staring at the ground, her arms coming up to wrap themselves around her. It's a good few seconds before there's total silence.

There's a hand on her shoulder and she tenses up, leaning away on instinct. The hand disappears and she feels like she can breathe a little. Was it always this quiet?

Suddenly, a warm engulfs her, and it’s...familiar. Comforting? It’s around her shoulder and...there’s somebody kneeling in front of her?

Slowly, she recognises the person in front of her. It’s Chuuya. Right...Chuuya was with her. They got assigned this mission together. That made sense.

“Y/N?” He frowns and upon hearing his voice, she’s able to relax a little. She summons the strength to look up at him. He looks worried and he’s not...wearing his coat?

Oh...that’s what it was. She looks at her shoulder and finds herself bundled in his coat. It’s smells of him, calming and warm and familiar.

Chuuya’s itching to talk, to ask her what’s wrong, but he sees the way she’s confused and slowly putting pieces together, so he keeps him mouth shut, giving her time to collect herself.

It had been startling, seeing her crumble like that. He didn’t know why, or what caused it, but all he knew was the seething fury upon seeing those men touch her, seeing them put a gun to her head as if they could possible kill her.

He’s admired her for a while. for a really long while, actually. He loved how strong she was, how capable, how brightly she seemed to stand out in any room she was in. Not afraid to speak her mind, or call out anyone’s bullshit, his included, it’s safe to say that Chuuya has been in love for a while now.

He feels the blazing urge to protect her now, when she’s not strong. Nobody can be strong all the time. Not him, not her.

“Thank...Thank you.” She finally says, hesitant.

“Yeah, no problem.” He replies, sitting in front of her. “What was that back there? They could’ve shot you.” His voice is a little frustrated, given the circumstances and the fact that he just doesn’t understand. What had caused her to shut down like that? To crumble? Whatever it was, he wishes to destroy it.

Y/N open her mouth, then shuts it, debating what to say. She knows he’s looking for answers, but she also knows that he won’t push if she makes it clear she doesn’t want to tell him.

She decides to tell him. If she was going to say it to anyone, there would be no one better than the guy in front of her. She trusted him with his life, and though he’s not been informed yet, also her heart.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly recounts what happened. She recalls the way she was hurt in the past, in the worst way possible, and how it’s affected her. He voice falters a few times, but she powers on.

Chuuya gets progressively more and more angry. Not at her of course, Never at her, not for this. Not ever at her.

“Name.” Is all he says after she’s finished. She looks up in surprise. The one word holds a mountain of fury and a promise of a painful death.

“That’s not-”

“Give me the name.”

She’s overwhelmed for a second, just at the sheer amount he seems to care. Nobody’s ever had this reaction before. There’s a beat of silence, before she tells him. Chuuya simply nods, before sighing.

“I’m sorry that happened to you. It was a shitty thing, you didn’t deserve it.” She nods. Cocking her head to the side, she hears cars approaching. That would be the clean up team.

“Thanks for this.” She starts to shrug off the coat to give back to him, but his hands on her shoulders stop her. Feeling her face heat up, she watches as Chuuya seems to debate something, before shaking his head, his hands coming up to fasten the top button of his coat around her.

“Stay with it for a while.” He’s close now, close enough that if she leaned forward, they’d bump foreheads. His eyes catch on hers and for a second, they just stare at each other, transfixed.

Then Chuuya seems to realise what he’s doing, an endearing flush spreading on his face as he pulls away and stands up, clearing his throat. He offers his hand to her, which she gratefully takes.

He pulls her up, and she notices how warm his hands are, even through his gloves.

(1/12/2021)

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sonder-paradise · 3 years

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“It’s midnight. Where the hell were you?!”

Another repost because I'm currently going through some stuff~ I'll have non-reposts coming later today hopefully ^^

Chuuya Nakahara x GN!Reader

The night seemed to move by in a daze. The intoxication of the drink in your hand and in the smell of the husky oak wood aroma in the bar seemed to only fuel the feeling of confusion in your chest. It was late. You knew that much.

But the clock on the wall was useless with your blurry vision. Finally, you picked yourself off of the floor and finished off the last of your drink. Trudging over to the door, you blinked at the realization that home was not really a place you could currently go.

It was too far from the bar you had visited to drown your current sorrows. The sorrows of which had stemmed from your realization that you were in love with your very attractive friend, Chuuya Nakahara. The honest truth was: Who could blame you?

And without even realizing it, you were headed towards his apartment. It was closer and you knew that he would be able to take care of you while you were in such a vulnerable state. Drinking was something that seemed to be the only way you knew to calm the tidal wave of emotions you held for the man.

Finally, you were leaning against his door, feeling sick to your stomach. You could no longer tell whether it was because of the drinks or the fact you were willingly taking yourself to face him. But you trusted him. You just couldn’t trust yourself not to confess whilst out of your mind.

Suddenly, the door opened and your legs gave out against the realization that there was no longer anything stabilizing your body. Luckily, it seemed that luck was on your side. Though barely. You blinked sleepily at the man that was currently holding you up.

“It’s midnight. Where the hell were you?!”

Chuuya glared down at your drunken state. He didn’t really need to ask the question to know that you were at the bar drinking away whatever weird emotions currently consumed your mind. But with the click of his tongue, he dragged you into his place and shut the door.

Setting you on the sofa, he went back into the kitchen to grab you a glass of water. From the other room, he called over to you. “Do you really need to go and get yourself drunk like this? If you’ve got a problem with something, you can just tell me, idiot.”

You let out a hum of acknowledgment before taking the water he had just handed you. Taking a rather tentative sip, you let the cool liquid relax your system and thoughts. It wasn’t sobering enough for you since you could still feel that rush of alcohol continue to pursue the words you longed to say to him.

“You’re impossible, honestly,” he grumbled, sitting on the couch opposite you. “What if you had gotten hurt on your way here?”

“But I didn’t.”

“What if you had been kidnapped or some shit?”

“But I didn’t.”

Chuuya looked close to slapping you. But he let out a sigh before leaning closer to you. It wasn’t until you blinked again when you realized how close he really was. His hot breath tickled your skin and those ocean-blue eyes only seemed to sober you more than the water he had given you. You could feel his hands slide up your body and then rest on your hips.

“And what makes you think I won’t take advantage of you?” You felt your body freeze at his touch and the way those eyes hypnotized you. You couldn’t feel anything but the warmth of his body against yours.

“What makes you think I’m not like any other guy on the street?” His voice sounded so quiet and husky. And yet, you couldn’t sense any sort of genuine lust in it.

“Because you’re you,” you mumbled out, “You would never do something so vulgar… I trust you… That’s why I love you.”

Those ocean-blue eyes widened for half a second. Then, slowly, Chuuya moved back to his spot on the seat opposite you. Studying him from further away, you could see the vivid blush dusting his cheeks. That was all you needed to sober up.

#ariels old writing #ariel writes #bsd chuuya #nakahara chuuya #chuuya x you #bungou stray dogs chuuya #bungo stray dogs #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya scenarios

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shadyteacup · 3 years

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Could you write something where reader has a nightmare about port mafia Dazai going after her, when Dazai wakes up to her freaking out in her sleep he tries waking her up and when she does she still thinks she’s dreaming? Eventually she calms down but feels really bad picturing Dazai like that :(( angst to comfort

I'm back from the dead! I didn't use fem pronouns because I didn't have to, but since u requested it, the reader is fem .. I feel that this is more of a comfort fic if the reader is Dazai himself, lol.. Sorry it took so long..

Osamu Dazai x Fem! Reader||Warnings: violence, nightmare.|| Angst to comfort|| Word count: 1482.

Nightmare

You had known Dazai since his mafia days. You were a friend of Nakahara Chuuya, and had bumped into Dazai when the you and Chuuya were meeting up after your school. You knew that Chuuya was involved in gangs and probably violence, but he was your friend, and you trusted him.

"So, how was school?"

He asked you, hands in his pockets. It had been a few weeks since he had contacted you. He looked different, almost as if these past few weeks have scarred him. His clothes were more expensive. You could tell by their fancy look and glimmer. His jacket was probably genuine leather. He adorned a strange but cute hat too.

"It was okay. Where have you been?"

He glanced at you, raising a bow.

"You must have robbed a bank or something to afford that jacket. It looks really dope, by the way."

He shrugged, avoiding your gaze.

Sighing, he began talking as you two made your way to the park.

...

Sitting down on the swing, you gave the ground a light kick, enough to rock you slightly.

Chuuya sat on the swing adjacent to yours.

"So you joined the mafia. Interesting. "

He was confused as to why you weren't alarmed about his revelation.

"And you're okay with that?"

You shrugged.

"As long as you don't get me killed, or anyone I care about is hurt, I'm cool. Besides, you always find a way to fall into trouble. This isn't new."

"Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you."

"Great."

You heard shuffling behind you. Without turning back, you said,

"You can join us, you know. You don't have to keep hiding. You're doing a really bad job anyways."

"Who're you talking to?"

"The spy in the bushes."

Chuuya swiftly turns around, ready to attack, when Dazai peeps out of the green mesh.

"Dazai, what the hell are you doing here?!"

And that's how you had met your boyfriend. You had seen him in action a couple of times too. It scared you, but you were able to appreciate the human in him.

...

It was pitch black. You couldn't see a thing. Your hands were probably tied behind your back. You could feel the rough threads of the rope dig into your wrists. It hurt. You tried maneuvering your way out of the knots, only for them to grow tighter. Wincing at the pain, you tried to sit up. You were lying on the cold, hard floor of some abandoned building. Your captor was yet to reveal himself.

Pushing yourself up, you quickly got a hold over yourself. Trying to maintain balance, you tried your best to peer through the dark. Soon enough, your eyes adjusted, and you could see that you were in a small room. You could spot the door. Nothing sharp resided near you. You couldn't cut off the rope. Well, you just have to run out of here then. As you were about to reach the door, it flew open.

You gasped, taking a few steps back.

"Thought you could escape? How cute."

Dazai stood at the door. You felt relieved. Maybe he was here to help you! But the look on his face and the sneer at his lips said otherwise.

"Dazai! Thank God you're here. Help me out of these ropes-"

You were cut short as you were suddenly slammed into a wall. The impact and the sudden movement made you gasp.

Dazai stood in front of you, his hands gripping your shoulders tightly, and his knuckles had turned white from the pressure he was applying.

You were sure his fingers would break through the cloth of your shirt and draw blood from your shoulders.

One of his eyes was covered in bandages, while the other was glaring down at you. His entire aura was different.

No. Rather, it was something you hadn't sensed in a long time.

His long black trench coat hung loosely over his shoulders as he towered over your shaking form.

"In case I haven't made it clear; You're not getting out of here. Not alive, that is."

He threw you forcefully to the side. You banged into a wooden desk. The edge hit the right side of your torso. You winced in pain before dropping to the ground. You felt a kick on your stomach. Your entire body lurched forward at the impact.

"Hah! Stop! Please..."

Your words were futile. He kept carelessly plunging his hard boot into your torso. You were sure that you'd broken a few ribs. They had probably pierced your lungs. You could feel blood rise up your throat.

"I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.. what.. did I do..?"

You kept repeating these words, trying to get him to stop. Somewhere along the process your ropes had loosened, but didn't have the energy to free yourself. It would be in vain anyways, since he won't let you step foot outside the door.

After a few more kicks, he finally stopped, crouching down to your eye level.

"You're so pathetic. Goodbye, Y/N."

He pulled out a gun and shot you in the face.

...

You jerked awake, sweat glistening on your forehead and your breaths were shaky and uneven. Dazai woke up from the sudden movement, trying to guage the situation.

"What's wrong?"

His voice sent shivers down your spine, and you scurried off the bed. You placed a hand over your torso, trying to find the bruises that he had probably left.

"Y/N?"

Dazai asks as he slowly makes his way over to you. When you notice him coming tour way, you panic.

"No! Don't come closer! Please! I'm sorry!"

Dazai froze in his place. He knew you were having a nightmare, he just didn't know he was the one making it scary.

"Okay, I won't. Tell me what's wrong."

You stood shaking, back to the wall as you tried making sense of your surroundings. You were able to make out the bed and the bedroom. The room that the two of you shared. It was dark. Probably nighttime. You were just having a bad dream. That wasn't real. This is. Dazai won't hurt you. He isn't in the mafia anymore.

"Y-you won't.. hurt me?"

Your frightened stare and broken whispers broke Dazai's heart. What did you dream? Did you see him as a monster? Is he being a monster to you? Dreams are only reflections of our subconscious minds. So do you fear him?

"No, I won't hurt you."

He says, trying to calm you down.

"Promise?"

You whispered.

"I promise. I won't ever hurt you. Ever."

You gulped down your fear and slowly inched over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He stool completely still, fearing that if he moved even a little, he might scare you. You placed your cheek on his chest, inhaling his scent. It really was him. It was your Dazai.

When you realized what had just happened, tears began flowing down your cheeks.

"I'm so sorry.."

You managed to say between sobs.

Dazai hesitantly placed his arms over you, gently rocking you.

"Shh.. Don't cry. It's okay now."

"I'm so sorry.."

"Why are you sorry, sweetheart? It was just a dream, right."

You nodded against his chest.

"But I made you the villain. You're not a bad guy. You're amazing. I don't know why... I can't think of a reason why I saw you.. like that.."

Dazai's heart broke a little more.

"Maybe I am a monster. I'm just too good at hiding it."

His ominous tone wasn't meant to warn you. It was a result of his own self hate. He hated that he used to be a monster. If he hadn't known you, then maybe a couple of years ago, he wouldn’t have thought twice before hurting you.

"No, you're not. You're a child hiding under a strong façade. "

Dazai's eyes widened at that.

"What?"

You pulled back, wiping your tears off your face.

"I saw it the first time we met. You were just a child who was asked to grow up too fast. You hadn't lived your childhood. Under all the threats, jests, murders and plans, you're but a scared child."

He just stared at you.

"That's part of the reason why I trust you. I know you didn't mean to harm. You were just told to. Now that you have a chance to do what you truly want to do, you choose to not harm. I really admire that about you."

You caressed his cheek in your palm.

"I don't know why I dreamt what I just did, but if there's one thing I know for sure, it's that you would never hurt me. I trust you."

Those three words.

'I trust you'.

They were enough for Dazai. They meant so much to him.

With a shaky whisper, he muttered.

"Thank you."

You smiled, pulling him in an embrace.

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sxlver-sweet · 2 years

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So smut is great and all, but I think I’ll slide in a little fluff today! So without further ado here’s a lil scenario:

A few bad characters dancing with their s/o:

———————

It’s endearing, really. Atsushi isn’t very experienced at dancing, bless his poor soul. But when you ask him to dance with you at an agency function; he just can’t bring himself to say no to you. It’s a mess at first, he stumbles into you a bunch, apologizing every time he steps on your feet and getting flustered when other agency members start to cheer him on. Poor boy, he thinks you find him embarrassing. But then he turns back to you and instead sees your bright smile, and you’re shining so bright, it nearly blinds him. “It’s ok, ‘Sushi, i don’t need you to be a good dancer, I just need you.” You were just trying to help him out… but the poor boy fainted.

It’s a sensual and romantic affair with Chuuya, starting in the streets of all places. The distant hum of the nearby club has you swaying unconsciously to the beat, the only thing pulling you out of your trance is Chuuya himself clearing his throat. “May I have this dance?” He asks, eyes twinkling and hat in hand as he bows to you. Giggling, you nod and find yourself being swept away in his arms. He’s not a bad dancer, not at all, his foot work is clean and he’s able to pull off some intricate moves. Your impromptu dance session ends with him lowering you into a dip, both your breaths intermingling in the cool night air.

Dancing with Dazai is sporadic and fun, involving both of you being each others hype man. It starts when you’re cleaning the house and then that one song plays, the one that’s your fucking jam. And when he walks into the room and sees you busting a move with a mop in your hand, he finds himself laughing. You turn to look at him before smiling. “Well, are you gonna join me or what?” Whether Dazai is a good or a bad dancer, you can’t exactly say, there’s only so much you can judge on a persons chicken dance to WAP. The day ends with two sweaty idiots giggling and a half cleaned house.

-☂️ Anon

THIS FITS THEM SO WELL IM IN LOVE. ATSUSHI IS SO ENDEARING HE REALLY WOULDNT KNOW WHAT TO DO AND WOULD BE SECOND GUESSING EVERY MOVE HE MAKES AND WOULD DO HIS BEST TO BE RESPECTFUL EVEN WHEN HE STUMBLES INTO YOU AND THE AWKWARD LAUGHING AND CONSTANT APOLOGIZING SKDNFNDKSKA. THE INTIMACY AND ROMANCE THAT COMES WITH DANCING WITH CHUUYA AND HE TWIRLS YOU UNTIL YOURE DIZZY AND YOURE BOTH LAUGHING AND HES JUST SO WARM AND THE NIGHT IS SO COOL AND THE MUSIC AND SKDNEKSOA. AND JUST CRACKING UP WITH DAZAI UNTIL YOUR STOMACH HURTS AND YOURE CLINGING TO HIM TO STAY UPRIGHT. SOCKS SLIPPING AND SLIDING ON THE KITCHEN FLOOR AND YOU TELLING HIM TO TURN UP THE MUSIC AND THE BOTH OF YOU PASSING OUT ON THE COUCH AFTERWARD WITHOUT BOTHERING TO CLEAN THE REST OF THE HOUSE. inhale.

AAAAHHHHHHHHHH

#🍬arba’s got mail🍬#$bsd.filtered #[darling.☂️]

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How about some hcs for Chuuya and Ranpo with a barely 5ft small mischievous s/o that often steals their hat and they have to chase her to get it back. It’s very hard cuz she’s like a little gremlin and very elusive.

If this ain’t me- (I’m exactly 5ft lol) anyways, thank you for requesting! This was so fun to write <33

➳ Nakahara Chuuya

Okay, so the only people who thinks his hat is nice and cool is him and his S/O

Like, everyone else was teasing him abt it esp Dazai but you? You absolutely love it.

So one day when you were feeling mischievous, you would go and steal his hat and run away from him like a child.

At first he didn’t quite register what happened.

He’s like huh? And then after a few seconds he’ll go “hUHHH??? Y/N GIVE THAT BACK!!”

And so he’s running after you all over the headquarters and would always lose track of you since you’re a fast runner and so tiny that you could fit into nooks and crannies.

You’d pop your head at the corner of the hallway and shout, “If you want it, come and get it!” and poke your tongue out.

Chuuya shakes his head and chuckles.

Now you’ve done it.

If he was playing around before, now he’s dead serious.

He’s using his ability to run after you at lighting speed and it takes 200% of your energy and endurance to outrun him.

Finally you would settle to hide inside the executives' meeting room, underneath the long table.

But Chuuya was right at your tail so when he bust the door open and didn’t see you, he was slightly confused.

He thought you got away from him again but your tiny little laugh gave your position away.

He easily lifted the table and shouted, “There you are! You little-”

You squeal and try to get up and run but Chuuya just threw the table aside and lunged at you, trapping you in his arms.

It crashed against the wall and almost split in half.

“Chuuya!” You gasped.

“You thought you could steal something from me and run away with it, huh?” He was smirking down at you but you were looking to the side, gaping at the mess that he made.

“You idiot! You broke the table!”

“Huh? Oh, that? Don’t worry about it. They’ll clean it up in no time.”

You just open and close your mouth like a fish out of water, unable to say something to your ridiculously strong and nonchalant boyfriend.

“Mori-san will be furious when he finds out-”

As if on cue, the older man walks in the room and you both turn your heads.

“Chuuya,” He sighs. “I allowed you to have a relationship with Y/N and enjoy it so you could at least have some fun but I didn’t mean this much fun.”

“Eh?” Chuuya tilted his head to the side. “We didn’t-”

“Just clean up this mess,” Mori sighs and leaves, shaking his head.

As soon as he’s out of earshot, you slap Chuuya’s chest. “See!”

But Chuuya only chuckles.

“Stay here while I clean up this mess,” He lifts you up and sits you down on one of the chairs. “But don’t think that you’re off the hook for one second.”

He takes his hat from your hands and places it on top of his head.

But as soon as he turns around, you’re back on your feet, swiftly jumping up to take his hat once again.

“Come find me once you’re done with that!” You laugh as you quickly run outside the meeting room.

And Chuuya just stands there like- Oh what’s the point 🤦‍♂️

Bonus: Once you’re back home, he would ask you if you really liked his hat that much and you would say, “Yes! It looks so good on you.” And he would blush and mutter a thank you before wrapping you in his arms and placing his hat on your head.

➳ Edogawa Ranpo

This cute lil bean

His fashion sense was top notch for you. Like you really love his detective clothes and would sometimes try them on for fun.

But what you loved the most was his cute hat!

Like it’s the cherry on top (quite literally) on his whole outfit.

But he’s so attached to it that he wouldn’t lend it to you ｡ﾟ･ (>﹏<) ･ﾟ｡

So one day you decided to just steal it from him.

He was dozing off in his office chair when he felt something brush against his hair and the weight of his hat being lifted.

His eyes immediately shot open and he was greeted by your wide grin.

“Let me just-” Before you could finish your sentence, you were already running away from his desk and onto the other side of the small office.

Ranpo blinked the sleepiness away from his eyes a few times before finally registering what happened.

His mouth opened in feint shock as he pointed at you, “Thief!”

The other members of the agency just looked at the both of you with ??? written all over their faces.

“Atsushi! Go get that thief! She stole my precious hat!”

Poor little Atsushi just goes back and forth like – should I? Maybe I shouldn’t? Wait, what’s happening???

“If you want it back, you’re gonna have to come get it yourself,” You twirl his hat on your finger before putting it on.

And as soon as Ranpo sees this, he bursts into a wide smile. Why? Because you looked so CUTE IN HIS HAT!!!

“Okay okay,” He raises his hands as he approaches you. “I won’t do anything so just stay there.”

You were both smiling widely, ignoring the stares of the other people in the room.

When Ranpo was a few feet away from you, he saw the glint in your eyes and knew that you were in a very playful mood right now.

So before you could run away from him, he jumped forward to encase you in his arms.

But all he was able to hug was air as you ducked down and ran away from him, giggling.

“Y/N, come back here!” He turned around, laughing as well.

And so you ran around the office four or five times before you finally stopped when Fukuzawa entered the room with his arms crossed.

Ranpo was about to catch you but his arms fell short.

“President,” Ranpo smiles. “I was just about to-”

Fukuzawa nods in response. “Don’t make too much noise. A client is on his way.”

You and Ranpo silently nod and when Fukuzawa left the room, you burst into a hushed giggle.

Ranpo took your hand and led you back to his desk. He gestured for you to sit down.

“Now, you pretty little girl, stay there while I go back to work,” He reaches for his hat and you hesitantly give it back to him.

But you were surprised when he suddenly patted your hair and placed the hat on top of your head.

You look at him questioningly and he just smiles at you, “You look cute in it. I’ll let you guard it for now while I go do some work.”

Bonus: After work, he would lead you to a small boutique near the agency. You ask him what you’re doing there and he would just say, “I’m buying you an outfit that matches mine and a cute little hat to go with it as well so you wouldn’t have to steal from me anymore.” And then your heart would just combust right there bc of your boyfriend’s sweetness.

#wildnya #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs fluff #bsd #bsd headcanons #nakahara chuuya #chuuya x reader #edogawa ranpo #ranpo x reader

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xo-cuteplosion-xo · 3 years

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Shameless self promotion ahead- why? Because i have nothing else but soukoku brain-rot rn (yes, I'm working on the stack of request for my personality HC thing- but some of ya'll gave so little information it be hard T_T)

-Bsd college Au- (It's soukoku)

Dazai’s confident, independent, smart, but a total jerk and playboy

.Chuuya's confident, independent, slightly idiotic, but a total pushover.

Dazai’s unorganized, calm, and enjoys making his roommate's life hell.

Chuuya’s organized, irritable, and hates his roommate with his entire soul.

Sadly, Dazai finds his roommate appealing to the eye, in other words hot, but he’s still… a closeted bisexual.

Sadly, Chuuya finds his roommate hot, but his roommate insists they’re straight.

Nakahara Chuuya and Dazai Osamu are roommates.

Chapter 1: Roommates With every rustle of the leaves, a brisk wind passed over, chilling the humidity to be bearable for a moment. Yokohama tended to have warm summers, even towards the end there were days when the humidity stung. It could be cold enough for a hoodie in the early morning, but far too humid for one in the later afternoon, right before it cooled down again. The signs that lead into the sweet release of the cool fall season.

“You know, I said I was helping, not doing most of the work here.” Oda, a male with slight stubble and brown, slightly red hair grumbled. His eyes looked back to another male, arms wrapped in bandages, and eyes drained of any emotion. The smallest cardboard box within his hands as he snickered.

The boy was Dazai Osamu, an 18-year-old who’d pushed through hell to make it here. Despite not wanting to go to college and instead be a basement dump until he died, he stuck his tongue out.

Within that exact second, Dazai's eyes filled with life, something that he could do on command, a mask of sorts. “But Odasaku, I can’t carry all the heavy boxes!” the childish whine Dazai produced towards his cousin scraped within the poor adult's ears.

“If you ate anything besides ramen and take-out, you might be more than skin and bones,” Oda grumbled. Setting the final box down in the dorm room. So far there hadn’t been a sign of whoever Dazai’s roommate was to be. Oda prayed for the unfortunate soul who had to deal with the brunette.

“I don’t only eat ramen! I ate vegetables just yesterday!” Dazai crossed his arms, laying his finger over his bandages.

“The ‘vegetables’- Oda moved his hands to form air quotes around vegetables - in those 10-minute self serve ramen packets don’t actually count.'' Frowning Dazai pouted, acting like a child once again. It was something Oda had never minded considering his cousin had never had a real childhood.

Before he could make another whiny remark, the door to the dorm opened.

Stepping from a rather expensive-looking car, a ginger-haired male stepped outside into the warmth of the closing summer. His hair, longer on one side than the other, rested neatly over his shoulder. His feminine-like frame caused him to stand out a bit more than he’d like. Though, it was natural for a model to stand out in the crowd. Not that he modeled too often, it had been a pastime after moving in his third year to Yokohama. He’d done it with his older sister a handful of times before then, but she’d left for London just before they moved.

Grabbing one of the cases, he glanced at his father, who was getting out of the car. “Dad, I can handle this myself, you really don’t have to help me.” The petite male mumbled slightly embarrassed. Though, his words were the truth considering his strength was out of the ordinary for his size.

“Nonsense Chuuya, let you old man at least have this.” The boy's father, a male who kept his locks of raven hair down to his waist in length, shivered as he spoke.

Chuuya sighed, handing his father a few smaller boxes as he grabbed several of the larger boxes. “How’s Ane-San been?” Chuuya hadn't been able to call her with how busy he’d been the last month, he suspected his father, with how protective he was, had to have called at least once.

“Ah, Koyo has been doing alright. Both she and Yosano (Koyo's fiance) plan on coming down for Christmas.” Rimbaud smiled lightly as he spoke. Chuuya’s lips also turned into a smile hearing that he’d finally met his older sister's fiance. The two of them had been engaged since she’d graduated from college two years ago, and had been together for 5 years before that. “So when will you be attempting dating again? I do miss that boy… it was Shirace right?”

As his father mentioned the boy's name, Chuuya's stomach tightened and his heart picked up before he calmed himself. The two of them were cities apart, he’d never see that boy again. Shaking off the thoughts that had flashed within his mind, he smiled. “It wasn’t meant to be dad. Regarding another boyfriend, I don’t know. I know Ane-San dated a lot, I'm just not sure I want to get back into dating yet.” Chuuya shrugged as they came up to his assigned dorm. Grabbing the handle, he twisted it and opened it, coming face to face with his roommate looking like he was about to start a childish bicker with whoever that was.

“Hey…” Chuuya’s attempt at speaking was completely suffocated when Dazai turned to look at his roommate. God, he was more than just good-looking. Sure Dazai was on the frail and thin-looking side, but he still looked perfect. The shape of his jaw, to the depth of the brunette's coffee-colored eyes, all added to his looks. That was also looking past the males' ideal height. He was positive, the brunette noticed he was being checked out.

“He’s so… so short.” Dazai snickered as he looked Chuuya up and down. His eyes glanced all around looking for little things to poke fun at. At least, that’s what he was saying he was doing. There was no way he was checking Chuuya out. Sure, he did resemble a girl, at least a little bit. His eyes were a replica of the clear ocean. The way his hair curled around his face, the small freckles that stood against his pale complexion… were all attractive.

At least, it had been until the male’s brow twitched and his hands balled into fists. “I’m still growing!” he hissed almost like an angry child. Rimbaud sighed, tapping his son's shoulder.

Oda looked to him apologetically before turning to Dazai. “That’s the first thing you can say? Not, hey or hello?” Dazai shrugged, walking to his room with a yawn.

“Eh, I’m tired, I wasn't thinking of being polite. Plus, when am I ever polite?” Dazai smirked, leaning his head back as he shoved his hands into his back pockets. Sadly, his statement was nothing less than honest. He was never polite. If he wanted something, he was upfront about it. How else would he have such a long list of girls' hearts he’d shattered?

Chuuya rolled his eyes before moving the rest of his boxes into the dorm. ~

Chuuya took an hour to get everything from the boxes and his suitcase into his closet and drawers. His secret box, which he’d made sure to carry in, was still packed tightly, but that was because he was figuring what to do with it. Luckily, his closet had the perfect space for bottles. Unlucky to him that space was out of his reach. Hissing to himself, he looked around before grabbing the footrest to one of the chairs. When he finished organizing and making sure every drawer was labeled with what should be put inside, he glanced around.

His roommate had yet to unpack anything from his boxes. Not that there seemed to be many boxes to begin with. In fact, they were all labeled, one box of clothes, another labeled self-car, and a third labeled bandages. That had been something he noticed about his roommate. Rolling his eyes, Chuuya moved to knock on his roommate's door. The response he got was grumbled and inaudible. “Are you going to unpack?” there still came no response, so he figured his roommate was simply sleeping after a long trip or something. Shrugging it off, Chuuya walked into his room, directly next to dazai’s with a very thin wall separating them. Pulling out a sketchbook and some pencils, he put on some music and began sketching some art designs.

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Kunikida Learns

(Dazai x Chuuya)

Kunikida goes into Dazai's apartment in the middle of the night and finds out something new about his co-worker.

Kunikida does believe in privacy believe it or not. Just not Dazai's privacy. Kunikida feels like he should know where Dazai decides planning to die next. Plus, Kunikida feels that Dazai doesn't have anything to hide. After learning Dazai used to be in the Port Mafia, Kunikida then realized that he knows nothing about his co-worker. He tried his best to have conversations with Dazai, but that went down the drain. Dazai knows if he brings up a topic that Kunikida finds... unsettling then he will find a away out of the topic. Perfect for Dazai to avoid conversation, and bad for Kunikida who just wants to learn more about his partner.

One night, Kunikida learns some new information on the case the agency was working on. Kunikida wanted to go over it with Dazai, but it was late at night and he wasn't sure if Dazai was even wake. Kunikida decided to shoot a text to him to check.

Dazai left him on read like the asshole he is.

Kunikida decided to send another text to double check if he was really awake.

Dazai replied with a: no, go to sleep, afterwards.

Kunikida decided to just text the information only to be left on read. Suddenly, he realized it was a bad idea to text the information because the enemy could hack into his phone. Kunikida sighed and deleted the message.

Dazai then texted: Cool, I'm going to jump off the building in peace now, goodnight.

That's when Kunikida decided to go to Dazai's apartment. Which was strange, because one, Dazai has a room at the dorm, two, he only heard that he had an apartment during work today, and three who jumps of a building in the middle of the night?

Kunikida ran and knocked on Dazai's door after finding he had gotten down from the roof when Kunikida showed up. Dazai opened the door with a groan.

"Congratulations, you ruined my peacful night, what do you want?" Dazai asked, rubbing his eyes.

"I would like to go over this information because it is important," Kunikida pointed out.

"I thought we put a hold on it until the morning?" Dazai asked.

"Yes, we did, but this could give us a lead on what the Port Mafia is planning next," Kunikida pointed out. "Now just hear me out."

Kunikida heard a sound come from behind Dazai, and Dazai turned and smiled. Kunikida hadn't seen a real smile on Dazai in a long time.

"Hi Slug, awake from your doggie nap?" Dazai asked the figure behind him.

"Another hitman, Makerel?" The figure hissed back.

"No, not this time, I am sleeping with one already," Dazai laughed.

Kunikida interrupted the conversation, "Okay, first of all, Dazai I'm right here, and second off, who are you!"

Kunikida finally saw the man's face as he popped his head out from under Dazai's arm.

"Chuuya Nakahara, you know, the Port Mafia member," Chuuya said, rolling his eyes.

"THE PORT MAFIA," Kunikida yelled. "Dazai have you lost you mind!"

"I lost it a long time ago," Dazai deadpanned.

"At least you finally admit it," Chuuya spat.

"ENOUGH," Kunikida yelled. "I don't know what kind of twisted relationship you two have, but it has to stop!"

"No thanks," The two said in unison.

"Look, you two are from rival organizations this will be bad for the ideal future," Kunikida said. "Plus, Dazai he's a Port Mafia member, he's a monster, a cold-blooded, cold-hearted, he doesn't care about anyone or anything but himself, he kills and destroys everything in his path for the sake of nothing, and he is the reason many people can't get home to they're families!"

Kunikida noticed Chuuya had disappeared from underneath Dazai's arm.

"You still are very shallow about Port Mafia members, huh?" Dazai said. "Geez, no wonder you didn't want to work with them."

"And it's justified," Kunikida said, but was cut off before he could finish.

"I was a Port Mafia member too, and I committed way more crimes than Chuuya ever did and will," Dazai admitted. "Let me tell you a little secret about Chuuya."

Kunikida tilted his head as Dazai leaned in to whisper into his ear.

"Chuuya fights at the Port Mafia because he feels like everyone there is his family. To him everything he's doing will keep his family safe," Dazai whispered. "Chuuya also wants to protect the city he loves and he feels he's only good for destroying everything. So, on that note, don't judge people by they're jobs. They might be a better person than anyone else, but just with a job with a bad name. Everyone has to do what they need to do in this world"

Kunikida was shocked and stood there even as Dazai leaned back to the door frame. Everything suddenly made since to Kunikida in that moment, why the Port Mafia was so bent about the city and there own members and nothing else. Kunikida barley noticed that Dazai had closed the door and went back inside.

Kunikida was left outside questioning things all over again. Then, one question came to his mind.

Why Chuuya of all people? They clearly hate each other, so why, even after all the time you left him, did you go to him for love?

Dazai walked into his bedroom to find Chuuya sitting up on the bed wide awake.

"When did you walk back here?" Dazai asked, sitting on the bed and pulling Chuuya to his lap.

"Around this time he said ideal," Chuuya lied.

It was an obvious lie. Chuuya didn't even know why he even lied to someone like Dazai. Dazai knew him better than anyone in the world.

"I see," Dazai said, ignoring the very clear lie. "I wanted to close the door on him at that point too."

Chuuya knew Dazai meant the true time Chuuya left. Chuuya got off Dazai only to be pulled back again.

"Where do you think your vulnerable self is going?" Dazai asked, mumbling in Chuuya's neck.

"Away from the demon prodigy, who might make me feel worse," Chuuya admitted.

Dazai sighed and tightens his hold on Chuuya.

"Well, he's not here, all I see is a dog and a handsome man named Dazai Osamu," Dazai sassed.

"Not your dog," Chuuya spat.

"Maybe not, but your mine so what's the difference?" Dazai questioned, rubbing Chuuya's sides.

"A huge difference," Chuuya snapped.

Dazai laughed and rocked Chuuya back and forth.

"You know I love you no matter what right?"

"I know Osamu, I love you too."

Dazai and Chuuya got a good night's sleep, meanwhile, Kunikida showed up to work with bag under his eyes and a load of questions.

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