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spacexseven · 1 year

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misconduct

NOTE: i really missed working on oneshots :>>

REQUEST: yandere! dazai with an oblivious + self sacrificing darling from @cc-6789

CW: yandere character + themes, obsession, jealousy, stalking, deceit, (heavy) manipulation, abuse of power, breaking and entering. dazai is an Asshole

the first time you loudly declared that you trusted dazai enough to go check on a case with him, dazai felt his heart falter.

it was almost funny how quickly you trusted him, but the thought that you might share your trust with anyone else immediately silenced any humor dazai may have found in the situation. if all it took from him was to regularly ask you about your day, with a little flirting on the side for you to already decide that he was...nice, what would it take from anyone else? was kunikida, who, despite his harsh comments, personally guided you through the hectic report writing process, also nice? was yosano, with her insisting that you step out of the office with her to stretch your legs, also just as easy to trust? though he was confident none of his coworkers held the same wicked thoughts about you as he did, the bitter taste in his mouth refused to go away every time he saw you cling onto yosano on your way out or graciously smile at kunikida before heading home.

and about why he decided to mess with you despite knowing that you trusted him, honestly, he was only curious—just how much did you trust him? or, perhaps, a sullen part of him thinks, it may just be an offhanded statement by which you meant nothing. though nobody around dazai threw around the word trust lightly, he wasn't sure if it was the same for you.

honestly, you weren't all that special in dazai's book, nobody as memorable as the dangerous ability users he mingled with or the incomprehensibly genius minds he discussed with. but there was something about you that lingered in his mind. he can't put his finger on it exactly, but he identified it to be woven into your determination and unwavering resolve, hidden in the bright look in your eyes when you grinned at his antics, and surrounding the silent reassurance you offered when the world weighed down on him—something about you that was entirely unforgettable. somehow, the perfectly ordinary you became so unattainable and striking, even without trying.

and he coveted for all that was you to be his, for it to be tucked away in the palm of his hand, hidden away from prying eyes. he yearned for it to shine for him and not for anyone else, not for any other sweet words or gentle caresses. wasn't it selfish? to want someone so much?

for the most part, you were oblivious to his sinister desires. if not, why were you so careless around him? why did you smile so freely, gravitate towards him so naturally, as though it was perfectly normal to do so? he wonders if you'll scorn him if you knew how selfish he was; not that he couldn't take care of it anyway.

dazai inches a little bit closer to your stiff figure, watching out of the corner of his eye as you glance over at him nervously. at this rate, he was going to be in your lap before you could leave. he observes your eyes flitting between the clock on the wall, its hand crawling at an unbearably slow pace, and to his hand, which had found purchase on your thigh.

he lets his hand shift, holding his breath as his fingers graze your inner thigh with a light touch—light enough to resemble a slight breeze or a delicate brush, but you know it was him. he waits, with bated breath, his fingers on your thigh trembling in anticipation. your lips purse together, a frown slowly creeping onto your face, eyes stuck onto your screen instead now.

and then—"dazai," you finally acknowledge the man beside you, "i'm sure you're bored by watching me work all day long."

he stares at you, not exactly surprised by your response. you go on about how he could just wait outside and you'd be out in a moment or if he'd like you could close up now, but instead of paying attention to your words, his gaze is stuck on your pretty mouth. your lips, he observes, are chapped and dry. you don't seem to notice his attention shift as you ramble on, words never reaching dazai.

you're cut off abruptly when he leans over and starts digging into your bag, finally grasping the cylindrical tube he had been looking for.

"pucker up," he grins deviously at your startled expression, waving the tube in his hand.

honestly, you were far too cute—you had to be doing this on purpose. he was tempted to grab your face and kiss you right then, but he knew better than to try. as the confusion cleared up, you awkwardly follow his orders, hands clenched at your sides. any last protests from you are ignored, his fingers firmly holding your jaw.

a soft smile makes its way onto dazai's face as he slides the balm over your lips. you're still staring at him, quietly, unmoving, but your eyes are locked onto him. he thinks, for a moment, that he quite likes you this way; only looking at him.

"thanks..." though you sound confused, dazai doesn't try to explain himself. instead, he's waiting for you to say something. waiting for you to awkwardly ask him to not to that again, politely say something about boundaries and personal space. but you only look at him for a moment longer before directing your gaze back to your work, obviously unsure of what to do.

perhaps a little recklessly, he decides to test the limits again.

"say," he places a hand over yours, stopping you from typing, "about your friend in the special division..."

your eyes light up as you turn to face him, "oh!," you mention a name dazai can't be bothered to remember—he knows the loser's face, anyway, "he was the one who got me a job here, actually. do you know him, dazai?"

he inhales deeply and then sighs, as though he was gathering up the courage to tell you something. your interest is obviously piqued, as you completely move your hands away from the keyboard.

"well ango mentioned," you'd recognize ango's name for sure, "that he was acting a little...strange. sort of jumpy and on edge," dazai pauses for a minute to gauge your reaction, biting back a smile, "i was just wondering if you were aware of anything going on in his personal life?"

"not that i know of, but dazai, why—"

"none of this is really any of my business, but ango sounded really worried about it. and you know, there was some suspicious activity linked back to him as well...missing files and the sort...."

dazai was distracted for a moment, musing on how cute your shocked expression was.

"you don't think...he can't be a spy. he doesn't have any suspicious friends, and he really loves his job. i just can't imagine..."

dazai, with a perfectly feigned expression of concern, places a hand on your shoulder, "for the time being, i think it's best you distance yourself a little. obviously, there'll be an investigation and i'm afraid they might trace things to you. "

"that...makes sense," you whisper.

"i didn't mean to make you worried, [name]. i know you'd never do such a thing, but if he were to frame you or try to drag you into this..."

noticing your distraught expression, dazai tries to apologize to you for ruining your mood. you reassure him after that, though your voice is still shaky and dazai knows you're the one in need of reassurance. but what he's really interested in is whether you'd listen to him or the desperate pleas of your friend. whether you'd trust his words or not.

it's a few days later that you slump over in your seat, looking absolutely devastated.

"he was packing up his things," you manage to say, "and...he kept saying that he was being set up."

dazai nods along as you confide in him your suspicions, not at all suspecting that your friend was telling the truth all along.

"and then," you lower your voice even more, "he kept mentioning you, and said that you were lying."

dazai's blood runs cold, and he rapidly assesses the situation. how could he salvage this? how could he—

"i think my phone's bugged!" you finally declare, much to his surprise, "i mean, how else would he know what we talked about?"

it occurs to dazai then, in a wonderful revelation, that you didn't suspect him, even for a moment. you had immediately assumed it was your so-called friend who was lying. oh, what a marvelous thing trust was. dazai doesn't waste any more time. he offers you some comforting words and asks you if you want to take the day off. in response, you look at him like he just offered you the world. you were so easy to please, he thinks, wouldn't it be just as easy for someone to sweep you up and away from him?

he thinks of suave, charming mafioso and exciting, mysterious strangers. he thinks of seductive smiles and alluring words. there was too much on the line, and you were not yet completely reliant on him. he had his work cut out for him, but he didn't mind. it was always so rewarding, working with you. dazai thinks of all the limits he can breach, all the lines he can cross. he could touch you more, he could plant more seeds of suspicion. he thinks about helping you out first, whisking you out of particularly risky missions, and protecting you from unpleasant people. after that, wouldn't it feel so natural for him to insist he should walk you home?

and would you be so upset if he were to hold you tightly, closely, if it was only because he was hiding the both of you from a pursuer? would you be doubtful the next time he told you that yet another friend was planning something evil, or hesitate when he claimed that a heinous crime was in the area and that you should obviously stay with him?

maybe it was the paranoia that brought him to do this. dazai peers over his glass at your frozen figure by the doorway, wondering what your next words would be.

"dazai," you begin, confusion lingering in your words, "i wasn't expecting to see you here."

he shrugs, swirling the little liquid left in his—your—glass, before leaning forwards and placing it down.

"you weren't at work."

you blink slowly, "is that why you're here?"

"why didn't you come?" the actual question he wants to ask is left unspoken—was it because of me? he's not worried, not as much as he is cautious. it would be a shame to lose everything he's worked on all this time just because he pushed you a little too far.

"i just needed to take my mind off things after everything that's happened. but dazai," the corners of your lips tug downwards ever so slightly, "is that why you're here?"

"i thought," he says, his voice the most serious you've ever heard it, "that something had happened to you. you were worried about being bugged, and then the next day, you just...don't show up."

the hand around your bag strap tightens, and you straighten up.

"i didn't realize," you mutter, "i should have said something."

"you should have," he agrees.

"i'm sorry," your voice trembles ever so slightly, and he delights in the way it wavers. he loves the effect he has on you.

"it's alright," dazai smiles, benevolent and warm, as though you were in the wrong here, and not him, who made himself all too comfortable in a space that wasn't his, "i'm just glad you're safe."

dazai, again, thinks of cruel, brash mafioso and frightening, deceitful strangers. he thinks of mocking snarls and vicious threats. when he sees the way you look at him, hopeful and expectant, he finds that you had come a long, long way already.

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stuffeddeer · 1 year

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Dazai likes having someone to take care of; It helps him to take care of himself. After all, if he goes, who will be there to look after you? He doesn’t realize just how much he likes it until he’s slipping things into your drinks and food, keeping you in your sick and weakened state.

Surely he isn’t doing anything wrong, you’d be scolding him if he was. And yet, you thank him so genuinely, looking at him with such hopeful and appreciative eyes... He’s definitely doing the right thing, he’s taking care of you! Anyone would appreciate that, right?

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sojuyae · 11 months

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verdict of heaven

summary: (Oda's pen danced across the paper. A single stroke at a time, he crafted him, shaping him into something magnificent, something that shone like the sun. But as quickly as he had breathed life into him, your existence had taken precedence over all else.)

dazai osamu / reader

notes: mild yandere themes, this is ummm after PM! Dazai? but before ADA? unhealthy relationships, dazai bathes you, dependency

"Is the water too cold for you, dear?” Dazai asks, drawing out the vowels of the endearment like he used to.

He adjusts his seat next to the bath tub before dipping his hands in the water, his bandages soaking as he cups the liquid, his lithe fingers almost making contact with your sides. “I think it’s fine.” He replies to his own question after moments of your silence.

(You don’t understand why he’s so insistent in taking care of you.)

You look down on the water, its clarity enabling you to glimpse beyond where your arms burst with vibrant colors of purple blue and faded yellow — colors you used to when looking up the sky — colors that were once emblematic with something beautiful.

(You’re simply an individual who was once together with someone who had been special to him.)

Yet, these wounds are not from Dazai, and he has no intention to cause harm to you; it drives you insane — when you look at these marks, all they accomplish is to serve as a reminder of what you brought about to yourself when you refuse his help.

(A dear friend he had been to Dazai, and a lover to yours.)

Lukewarm water is poured on your back, cascading down the tub, inciting ripples. Dazai’s ungloved hand trails his name with his fingertips, warmth imprinted in each letter despite the coolness of his skin. “You’re awfully quiet these days.” He stops, the initials still searing. The way the soft pads on his hands treat you delicately pains you so.

Then, you feel soap being lathered gently on your back, in repetitive, circular motion.

These are the same hands that wield a gun, and these are the same hands that used to bring you a rose after your work — "From him," he would murmur, and you shouldn't have dismissed the notion that Oda would be lazy enough to make Dazai deliver a single rose to you.

Knowing that the same hands can be used for a variety of purposes and that their nature is just as complex and paradoxical as the individual to whom they correspond is an alienating experience.

As if used to your silence, he continues on his task, The soap frothing as he generously squeezes more of the thick substance over his hands, an overwhelming scent of rosemary — the same one he uses — pervades the room. He rubs his palms together, making a bubble of foam and suds that shortly spreads between his fingers, before smearing it all over your back.“

“Talk to me [Name],” Dazai drawls, a playful huff escaping his lips, his hands now on your arms — he must’ve hated your silence; his fingers now digging on your back. “I miss your voice, you know?“

“There was no need for you to do this,“ You start, voice hoarse after hours of not talking. The suds slip down your forearms, leaving a moist trail in their wake. His hands working the soap into the crook of your elbows, your body limp to his advances. “Oda never asked you to.“

His hands stop at their movements. A strange silence pervaded the room, and there was a palpable sense of tension. Your ears hurt from the agonizing silence. It seemed as though the walls themselves were closing in on you as the air was so weighted with tension. The stillness persisted, lingering over the room like a foreboding cloud.

Then, Dazai gently placed his head on your shoulder, his soft locks of chocolate tickling your neck as he absorbed the warmth of your skin. He didn't give any thought whether your shoulders were soaked. An intimate act for who you both are. Too delicate. Too tender.

“Oda has nothing to do with this,“ You can feel his lips curl up into a smile from behind. “It is of my own volition.“

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yandere-romanticaa · 11 months

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song inspiration. // icon credit.

❝ 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐎𝐃 ...

What does one do when the omen of death hovers above them at all times? Be it day or night, there was no escaping the clown.

He would often visit you in your chambers, a silly smile on his face and he would often bring some props or toys with him, to kill the silence you know? Nikolai was unpredictable as the wind and you gave up trying to reason with him ages ago.

For a man who claims to be free like a bird, he was definitely shackled by his everlasting loyalty to Fyodor.

There were times when you would allow a tiny speck of courage to overtake your heart which gave you the will and strength to question the clown. Bit by bit your questions became bolder and bolder but Nikolai would give you either impossible riddles, half truths or even downright lies if he saw fit. Countless hours were spent with him in your room, his body draped over yours as he would talk and talk but he liked it when you talked too.

Even his own humanity shined ever so slightly in the rare occasions when his clown mask would slip.

"Everything I do, is for the greater good." he would say, his tone uncharacteristically soft as his hand would reach out for your cheek, his fingers just shy from actual contact.

"However." he continued, his voice much sharper now.

"If Fyodor catches you, there is nothing I can do!~ Him and I are partners and partners tell everything to each other, don't they?"

He would revert back to his clownish attitude in a matter of seconds, long gone was that moody and somber look in his eye as his goofy and playful demeanor would return at lightning speed.

You weren't even sure if he was human to begin with.

That is why you needed to get away.

... 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓. ❞

"You have nowhere to run."

He was right, as per usual. It was infuriating how weak you were next to him, no matter what you tried to do, no matter how hard you tried to fight back Fyodor somehow always managed to be ten steps ahead of you. With your racing heart and dazed head it was hard to focus on anything other than him but Fyodor did nothing but stare, his purple eyes shining with complete glee as he no longer bothered to hide the smirk he held in for oh so long. Your escape attempt while it may be futile it was also oddly...

Cute.

Yes, that's the word, cute. The man hardly ever used such trivial words to describe the things he held in high regard but really, this entire situation was just too cute even for a demon like him.

Every step he took, every plan he made and every person he killed - it was all for his endgame. He wasn't quite sure how to fit you into the mix just yet but that didn't matter to him. He will force you to fit into his puzzle, he will craft everything with his own two hands from scratch because that is just the kind of man he is.

A cruel, merciless one. A killer.

He made sure to engrave that deep into your mind and soul at every possible opportunity.

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cerebralinvasion · 11 months

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yandere feburary event day 25

“I know how fucked up this is. It’s just―there’s no other way I can keep you safe.”

your head was pounding and your vision blurred as you arose. you attempted to get a grasp of your surroundings, but no matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t get your eyesight to focus. you quickly find yourself growing frustrated, everytime your vision cleared for even a second your surroundings were quickly muddled back into indistinguishable smears. you went to push yourself off of your bed, only to find you couldn’t. nothing was physically restraining you, but movement was difficult all the same. your limbs felt weighted and even when you had propped yourself to sit upright, you instantly fell backwards. it felt like gravity itself had become your enemy.

a voice broke through the silence. if you could, you would flinch. you live alone. you shouldn’t be hearing any voices. but now that you looked at it, even with your impaired vision, you could see that this was definitely not your room. and you were in no state to even attempt to decipher what it was.

the voice spoke again, less muffled this time, but still unintelligible. then the smudges above you shifted. new blobs of color entered your slightline, the colors began to bend and distort before finally molding into something vaguely person-like.

“-ou listening? i asked if you can hear me.”

the third time the voice rang out, you could finally make out the words. and after an extra second or two spent processing them, you offered a strained nod. which seemed to cause the figure to deflate slightly, shoulders slumping like a weight had been lifted off of them.

“hgau what’s going on..? where… where am i?” you tried your best to form a coherent sentence despite feeling as though your mind had been turned to stew.

“… you’re at my house.” the figure spoke stiffly.

“what’s wrong with me…? am i dying?”

“no, you're not dying.” the person responded all too quickly before cursing slightly under their breath. “it’s just the sedative.. damnit, mori said it’d have worn off by now… shit.” it sighed. “whatever, you’ll be back to normal soon, so just don’t worry, okay?”

“sed..ative?” you mumbled back, anxiety dripping into your tone.

the figure stiffened, a pause of silence leading you to assume it was choosing its next words carefully. but before it could respond, you spoke up again.

“who, are you? i think… i think i know your voice.”

“you- you don’t recognize me? oh wait.. you can’t see well, can you? alright. it’s me, chuuya.”

“chuuya…” you played with the name in your mouth, waiting for the gears to turn in your head. putting the pieces together took far longer than it normally would, but it clicked eventually. your eyes widened.

“chuuya.. you said, you said there was a sedative? what’s going on? did you drug me?” your tone grew panicked as you tried to push yourself up, only succeeding in squirming a few inches at most.

“woah- hey! calm down.” chuuya rested his palm on your shoulder in an attempt to settle you. it worked, a little. physically you stopped moving, but you were still hyperventilating.

“that’s it… it’s okay, you’re okay. don’t freak out.” after a few more seconds of cooing and trying to soothe your panic, he spoke again. “i know how fucked up this is. it’s just―there’s no other way i can keep you safe.”

“safe from what?”

“i… listen. there’s some people out there, people you don’t know about, but i think- i worry they might try to hurt you to get to me, and i can’t risk that, okay? i’m sorry. i didn’t want it to be this way. but if i have to do this to keep you safe, i will.”

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imkumichan · 11 months

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Based on this scenario.

Warning: sadistic!Dazai, gore, implied sexual activity.

Not even death will separates you from me"

A pale hand with bandaged arm grabbed a handful of your hair, titled your head to bare your neck to him. His cold usual blank eyes filled with greediness for once. Just like the old times.

Dazai towering over your kneeled bloodied body. Not even the sight of your familiar state will keep him away. Instead, he feels nostalgic.

The only person who cannot die without him, his former subordinate. His. Even though he knows that, it doesn't keeps him for doing something to once again, reminding him that he's the only one for you. His other hand pulling out a gun from his coat. Dragged it slowly from your jaw to your lips. And a pleasant sigh escaped his lips. See? The way your lips opened up without orders is the sign you still remember your training well. Just like when he had your mouth pleased him before.

A soft clicked sound reached both of their ears. Not a even a second after, there's only one person whom is alive between them. Dazai raised his hand and placed a kiss to the remaining parts of her in his hand before letting it falls on the ground together with his gun.

And the dark brown (almost red) eyed man staring obsessively at the scenes before him. Where the body before him slowly become whole. Half of her face already in place. And when one of her eyes catching his, he swears that his heartbeats become faster for a second. Dazai sighed in pleasure before his hands reaching for his belt.

Open up, sweetheart"

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iloveyanderes · 1 year

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Yandere hunting dogs analysis, I'm doin it. Doing it for my fellow hunting dogs lovers.

This will not include the captain and the fifth member because one there names are two hard and I hate the captain (don't tell teruko) also teruko will be platonic.

First analyzations:

Tecchou: he's a rather odd guy, very questionable food tastes, but he seems like a very kind and loyal dude, he also drinks respect woman juice, be like him. He has complete and utter respect for justice and those that show respect to others. He's good-natured to the bone and an absolute idiot, he seems attached to jouno in some way despite how jouno tells him he wishes he were dead like every other five minutes, in the manga he lost jouno for like 15 minutes and then threw away justice and beat up a 14 year old child. I think he was kinda having a panic attack. This actions prove that he would put his love ones above justice, his usual number one thing, we don't know much about his backstory so I can't analyze that too.

Jouno:I haven't seen his backstory in the manga so what I'm about to analyze might not be true so talk it with a grain of salt, I heard from third party information that he was originally a criminal who got reformed and joined the hunting dogs. He's also a sadist with exceptional senses other then his sight, because you know he's blind. Despite the fact that he's a sadist he loves saving people and in the end will put people over his own pleasures.

Teruko: personally I believe she is a lot older then she appears, she is a bit more sadistic then jouno but a lot better at hiding it, with her relationship with the commander if she truly loves an admires someone she just end up doing whatever they want, but I did see a theory that she's being brainwashed of some sort and I have to admit I believe it so that character point is debunked for me but I'll still use it because there's a probable chance the theory is not true, her most scary side is when she goes along with what others say with a smile, shown in the manga when she fights sigma, absolutely loves getting piggy back rides from litterly anyone, not to mention she cried when she finally got this one evil guy whose name I don't remember to confess. So very fun character.

Type of yandere:

Tecchou: harmless, protective, out of the three I'd probably want him as a yandere, he's so weird in general that you probably wouldn't even notice that he's a yandere at all, very protective, like I said earlier he's willing to put his loved ones above justice and your on the top, he doesn't care if the person that hurt you was a normal civilian or even a hero like him, he will make them pay. If you were a normal civilian he probably would be like that one guy you have complete trust in, visits your home and buys you a bunch of food, if you were a hunting dog he would be right next to you like glue, never leaving you alone, think tecchou and jouno but 3×, might take a lot of your missions to protect you so just bonk him on the head and he'll back down. If you were a villain it be a very very different story, a lot more rough but would definitely believe he could reform you.

Jouno:manipulative and sadistic, at first glance he'd look like he would be an easy yandere to escape because of his blindness but it's the complete opposite, his heightened senses and the fact he's in a worldwide military unit makes him a very hard yandere to escape, if you were a civilian he absolutely will kidnap you and keep you in some bunker, if you were apart of the hunting dogs he would volunteer to be your partner all the time and then nitpick you for every little mistake you make, his sadistic tendencies would go through the roof if you were a villain, physically torturing you simply because he can. Don't get him wrong, he genuinely cares for you but has a very hard time expressing it.

Teruko(platonic): clingy and sadistic, she is sometimes super nice and sometimes super mean, is not protective but would not hesitate to beat the shit out of someone and torture them for giving you the slightest of bad looks, regardless of what you are she will demand you carry her over her shoulders. if you were a civilian she's gonna be more of a stalker type of yandere, most of the time you don't even know she's in your house until you wake up at three a.m. to your tv going off and she's right next to you on your bed, smiling at you as if you'd invited her to have a sleepover at your house, if you were a hunting dog think how she is with the captain but a lot worse never leaving you alone kinda like tecchou but through physical contact, if your a villain I'd suggest pulling a Xie lian and staying in a coffin for a 100 years, because damn this girl is terrifying, the type to enjoy terrorizing the terrorists and she thinks of you as the toy she can never break, the longer you last through her torture the more she likes you, so I'd suggest dying quickly.

Bonus: tecchou and jouno: having tecchou and jouno as a yandere would be better then having them as separate yandere's, mainly because there too busy talking to each other to talk to you, bickering ×10 jouno can't be sadistic with you because tecchou will stab him in the butt and tecchou can't let you be free because jouno absolutely refuses to let you go. To be honest you might end up laughing a bunch of the time because of there bickering and it being ridiculous, though you do have to be nice to jouno or else he'll like tecchou feed you his weird food combinations, overall this wouldn't really be that bad of a duo.

Bonus bonus: same as before but add teruko to the mix, this is absolutely wild jouno and teruko's sadistic nature combining with each other and more of suegiku bickering= wildness, imagine just you and teruko sitting in the corner and suegiku argue about the move random things, teruko really likes to tease you and depending on your reactions it'll either turn sadistic or gentle.

I don't have ideas for individual but I do have one for the three of them together.

1. I've been trying to write this on Wattpad but I haven't gone far or posted it, imagine previously being really close friends with the hunting dogs, like they visit you every opportunity they get at this point in time their not yandere but then you get kidnapped by some random evil man and get experimented on until you become some half human half bird thing, were you can turn into a bird but you forget everything, then get rescued by the arm detective agency and then you begin to work for them. When they get framed by the decay of angels your to busy trying to get atsushis foot out of the ground and don't appear on tv, but later when your helping your groupies out you get ambushed by tecchou and jouno who recognize you immediately but you have no idea who they are, immediately they jump to the conclusion that the ada brainwashed you and that your doing this against you will and meanwhile your like "who tf are you!?" Escaping with the help of chuuya they go to tell teruko and she is super pissed. "Not only are these guys terrorists but they freaking brainwashed my bestie!" Is what she thinks, oh boy, angry teruko is terrifying. Eventually they end up kidnapping you and keep you restrained for "your own safety" not to mention you keep fighting back simply because you have no idea who these weird people are and your more focused on helping the people that helped you.

2.your someone who joined the military at 12 years old, your entire life was dedicated to it, everything you are is to serve in the military, so anyone can imagine your happiness when you were told by your Superior that you were getting promoted. Becoming an assistant for the hunting dogs, or at least you were happy about it until you learned this meant all paperwork and no saving citizens whatsoever, that was there job. Regardless of that you still went to the job openheartingly, the moment you step into the place your immediately bombarded by the sight of a little girl crying, giving the girl a piece of candy you had she immediately stops, smiling you ask what's wrong and her answer confuses you to the max, she whined about finally getting a confession from some evil dude, complaining about how she thought she could torture him forever and he'd never break but he did, 'wtf?' You had thought, your confusion was answered when two very different looking males came into the room, one having dark spiky hair and the other white. You soon find out that these are the people your working for, quickly getting to know them you discover each of there personalities, let's just say they have really really strong personalities, tecchou is a dumbass with a strong sense of justice, jouno is very sadistic but you can still talk to him, teruko... Well she follows you everywhere but is the most scary human being you've ever met. Doing paperwork is the most boring job you've ever had, as much as you hate to admit it but the front lines are where you thrive, your duty is to die on the battlefield not be holded up in this place. The hunting dogs fought more then actual hunting dogs, a lot more powerful then you'll ever be, you felt awe watching them but also fear, hearing teruko and jouno torture people in the middle of the night when your trying to get paperwork done is not helping, tecchou really isn't that much of a help either his weird food choices in the middle of the night may or may not have made you throw up in the middle of the night. Eventually it becomes too much and you hand in a resignation letter thinking you can just join another military in Canada or the u.s. when the hunting dogs were told of this they were not happy, it wasn't until you heard someone breaking and entering into your house that you realized how much they were attached to you.

This is all I've got for you guys, hope you enjoyed and please give me your ideas.

Have a good day.

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semuji · 8 months

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Tbh after reading a bunch of yandere bsd x reader with all kind of aus, I want to see one where we basically fictional and unreal to them, like Miku or something, and they are basically just obsessed with us, and some of them, like Fyodor or Dazai, would take a page of the Book to just bring us to life like Sigma situation and idk, do things with us???

I just kind of want to reverse our role with them and see how they would react. (I want to see Dazai miserable enough to bring us to life with The Book :)))) )

#yandere bsd x reader #Bungou Stray Dogs x reader #Bsd x reader #bsd x you #yandere bungou stray dogs #Yandere bungou Stray Dogs x reader

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pauli-writes · 2 months

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warning: mentions of kidnapping, mind break I guess?

but imagine immortal yan!fyodor having a darling a long time ago, whom he loved and cherished very much, saw as an angel sent from heavens, but they eventually died from old age.

many years later yan!fyodor finds a new darling that looks almost identical to his previous one, oh how he prayed for the day to come to finally have his darling back in his arms. but as he was monitoring their daily routine he quickly realised that they were nothing like his previous darling but in looks…

yan!fyodor then decides that he won’t let that stop him, he’ll just have to make a few adjustments to his new darling. so he kidnaps them (like any sane person does), he locks them up in a room keeping them isolated from anyone but him. he slowly starts to break his new darling and manipulates them into behaving ever so slightly more like the previous one.

yan!fyodor is very patient and will not stop until his darling is exactly what he wants them to be…

#bungou stray dogs x reader #yandere bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #fyodor dostoevsky #bsd fyodor #bsd x reader #yandere bsd #yandere fyodor #headcanon #yandere Bungou stray dogs x reader #yandere x reader

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cosmic-waves7 · 2 years

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PLS- I read your yandere househusband Dazai headcannons and my heart is 💓. So I'd like to request for the same concept but with Akutagawa and maybe Kunikida, if that's alright? Thank you for the food ahhhhhh

Notes: this request is lonnnng overdue I'm sorry, but in back on track (≧▽≦)

Doppo Kunikida

Very organised.

I mean...very very organised.

He's very strict.

Cute frilly aprons are his staple apparently and you always tease him for it.

He'll cut up cute star shaped fruits for your lunches. Don't expect little notes from him though, he's only a sap within the safety of your home.

A home he's so diligently crafted to be picture perfect for the both of you.

He's got you on a schedule just like him. A set of rules you both follow even if he's your wonderful stay at home husband.

You'll always come in from work, toeing off your shoes for a quick peck to the lips.

But tonight there's a deep loving kiss with your noses brushing lightly and a rushed mutter of dinner will be a bit later then usual.

It took forever to clean up all the blood from earlier so it's only fair he wouldn't have time for cooking just yet.

Who knew a shot to the head execution style would cause so much trouble for the rest of his day.

It was a bloody mess to clean up and his Doppo poet ability was of no help unfortunately.

But he promises he's got your clothes folded all pretty - just like they do in hotels - and your outfit picked out for tomorrow.

Kunikida never lets you have takeout, it's always delicious home cooked meals. He's had to work hard to sharpen his skills just for you after all.

But tonight he's made an exception, he's been in an awfully giddy mood lately.

It's not every day you get to kill your wife's overly friendly colleague.

The rest of the evening is spent in bruising kisses and well...other activities.

Akutagawa Ryūnosuke

Honestly.

You really didn't expect it from him.

A househusband? Didn't know he had it in him.

He's the type to spend hours deciding on a specific brand of orange juice in the middle of the grocery store.

Only the best for you.

That's why he's hired professional hitmen from the port mafia itself to watch over you while your out.

They're very confused to say the least on why they need to watch over your mundane life but he's the boss so there's no questioning him.

He's very particular about the order everything, not a schedule per say like kunikida. More like: my house my rules.

You joked about having him wear an apron, even bought him one as a gag gift.

At first he hated them, then one day you walk into the house and boom.

Frilly aprons part.2

They've really grown on him, he prefers the plain black ones though since you've called him hot when he wears them

He only wears them for special occasions though lol.

Which concluded to right now, you've walked into the penthouse and your sweet grumbling husband has a black apron on with his sleeves rolled up.

Carefully turning the stove off he lovingly helps your coat off your holders to quickly press down on the sore tendons and hear a hum escape you.

He's ushered you into your shared home with a kiss and his hand engulfing your own with the promise of your favourite on the stove.

So maybe you'll ignore the odd brownish splatter on his collar and the strong stench of bleach from the corridor.

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spacexseven · 1 year

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Thinking about a lil au idea of DOA or Rats of the House of the dead being basically your cult in the god reader idea.

Of course, the other “members” of the cult don’t see you in that much of a big light as Fyodor does (he’s the only one to be THAT devoted to you, really). But they are still members, and little by little they just

Start to like the idea wholeheartedly.

(I love the god reader idea so much it has me in a chokehold rn)

!! anime only's, you have been warned! the following includes spoilers for 2/3 of the unknown (as of now) members of the doa, and other stuff involving the doa.

i'm not writing for kamui 'cos this was a little long as it was. also am sticking w doa 'cos im more comfortable writing for nikolai, sigma and my little vampire rockstar :^^

cw: its kind of a cult, yandere themes (near the end)

you had always known that the rats were only the beginning of fyodor's reign.

and maybe he knew that too—you could hear the soft smile in his voice when he asked you if you thought that the decay of the angel was a better-suited name for an organization that would carry out his plans and catalyze the great destruction you always said he would bring. you don't grace him with an answer, though even you have to agree that it was a name that, once uttered, could unsettle the bravest souls and fill them with trepidation. it was a fitting choice; symbolic, powerful, and ominous.

if anything, the other members were just as unpredictable and unnerving as fyodor was to you once. nikolai was the first you met. you later learned that he went against fyodor's words to come see you, seized by curiosity. bitterly, you realized that the reason why he stared at you so much was because he was studying you, like one would an insect. you almost wanted to seize some of that divine order you had and strike him down for being so blatant about his interest. but when you thought about how fyodor could never look you in the eyes, and how lonely it was as his god, you found yourself taking a liking to the eccentric clown.

there was a side to him, however, you're not sure you like at all. bloodied hands and a wicked grin to match, when anyone else seeks your time. fascination that was both lustful and violent in nature, and a possessive grip that didn't seem to let go of you.

"time for a quiz!" nikolai exclaims, "will the decay of the angel succeed?"

"of course," a wry smile plays at your lips, "who else has a god on their side?"

he laughs in response, loud and uninhibited. it's the most noise that's ever filled your room

sigma was a mystery that had too many missing pieces to be solved. a part of you could sympathize with him, having lost your own self to the blurred-together years and the exhaustion that came with being the only one with your level of sentience. however, you don't let yourself think about the book fyodor had used to create sigma, and what it meant to you. there are some things, you decide, that are best kept to yourself. some things that fyodor should never learn about.

sigma, in your first meeting, was slightly awkward; a perfectly natural response, but not in awe of your presence, not like fyodor. his voice was firm, but not unkind, and his words were respectful, but not...obedient. it was perfect.

in sigma, you found an unlikely friend. he told you about the mundane happenings in the outside world; a customer caught cheating, an employee that struggled to keep up, all the paperwork that was involved in the running of a casino in the sky. these things, as compared to your daily life, were nothing of the sort you would care about, but you listened all the same. regardless, you could tell sigma appreciated the sentiment.

you, however, don't appreciate his strange habits. recently, you think, he's been acting a little too much like fyodor. as much as you liked sigma for the natural ease that you felt by his presence, you couldn't brush off the ominous feeling that came with sigma seeking you out more and more. you start feeling like he's looking for validation of some kind from you, one you didn't wish to provide in fear that he may find this an encouragement. he reaches out for your hand often, something you might find amusing if not for the way his hand trembles.

"are you planning to leave?" nikolai, knowing the fool, must have said something to scare sigma.

"no," you say simply, "not yet."

"so you will leave," sigma frowns. you've seen that look directed to many a clumsy employee and messy files, but never to you. it's almost frightening, "don't you like it here?"

"besides, i..." he stops himself, "dostoevsky won't let you go. and...i don't want you to either. you should stay. we take care of you too, don't we?

unlike most people, you weren't surprised to see bram stoker. though in your memory, he was a lot more...whole and formidable of an opponent. more than that, you remembered him as a man turned into a monster that brought unimaginable destruction because of an ability he never asked for. it was a strange reminder of how much had really changed over the years. now, he seemed sullen, and defeated; it was a depressing sight.

now, he was exhausted. you could tell he didn't want to be here, with the decay of the angel. you could also tell that something was terribly wrong with the sword that was inside him and the pained look in his eyes. fyodor tells you of a kamui when he brings the coffin in, and just by the current state of bram and the utterance of his name, you know already you would not get along with him.

bram doesn't ask you questions, not about why you were here, or what you were doing for all those years. he doesn't explain his situation, and you don't pry. you can put the pieces together by yourself, and when it dawns on you what the kamui planned to do with bram, you realize that there were greater evils than fyodor.

there's a silent solidarity between you and bram, perhaps stemming from being something non-human. you get him the radio he's always wanted, insist that he be allowed to converse with you more often, and so on. these days, bram talks more, and it almost feels like you're talking to an old friend. bram's lived through some, though not most, of the things you have, and he remembers what nobody else does. you wonder, one day, if the two of you could have been friends had you met a lot earlier, and if you hadn't brushed off the news about the vampire ability user the first time. when you voice this out to him, bram has the most adorable reaction. your words make his eyes widen and, stupified, cause him to awkwardly change the topic, fumbling over his next few words.

ah, now you really wish you went to see him earlier.

it's that odd sensation of having a friend, caring for another, that urges you to offer your help to bram. you tell him you can get him out of here, out of the mortal angels' grasp; somewhere safe. you say you can help him regain his former state, help him survive within the shadows of humanity, like you had before. kamui, fyodor, or the doa; nothing will be able to stop you if you really wanted to make it happen, regardless of how complacent you were now.

at the very least, you thought, he might be pleased. grateful. maybe not elated, but, at the very least, relieved. instead, bram looked shocked. you can't tell if the idea horrifies him because he doesn't think you can do it, or because he believes that the decay of the angel was the only connection you had to him. perhaps he thought that saving him, freeing him, would also mean removing yourself from his life. you almost felt bad—you were very likely bram stoker's only friend in his miserable life.

still, you're not quite sure what to think when he extends his stay and starts contemplating, seriously, to cooperate with kamui. you can't wrap your mind around why he'd want to stay, and the possible loss of so many lives as a result unsettles you deeper than it does him, but he's steadfast in his decision. he tells you, with an unfamiliar tinge of scorn, that he was tired of trying to protect people, when all they did was try to kill him.

"if you're so sure, i suppose i'll have to stay here with you." concern weighs heavily on your mind, but more than that, suspicion lingers.

bram smiles, then, and seemingly relaxes in his coffin. an uncomfortable feeling seizes your chest. how had you not noticed?

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starfly-lumi · 2 years

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BSD MASTERLIST!!

DAZAI OSAMU

poly relationship with chuuya!! ⫶ SFW

CHUUYA NAKAHARA

poly relationship with dazai!! ⫶ SFW

#bsd x reader #yandere bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #yandere bsd #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bsd x reader #dazai x reader #yandere dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #yandere chuuya x reader #bsd masterlist

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sojuyae · 2 months

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shift

nakahara chuuya / reader

notes: yandere themes, captivity, self indulgent, unhealthy relationships, dependency

after the first month of your captivity, chuuya unshackles the chains that had marred your wrists with hues of crimson and violet. you learned to never quiver in anticipation of pain when he tenderly thumbs the uneven skin. his heterochromatic eyes of abysmal blue and ebony meeting yours expectantly— as though he harbored a silent yearning, a wish that his touch might convey sentiments that eludes spoken words.

you bathe by yourself now, an autonomy that was once taken from you. its a welcomed change, with the chains gone, so too were the days when he would bathe you himself, where his hands would subtly wander, tracing paths they had no right to explore. you weren't safe from his gaze either, lingering upon areas veiled in vulnerability.

as darkness envelops and it is time for dinner, you think back to how his gloved hand would rest on your utensil, fingers on your jaw. his persistence on feeding you himself, often leading to you eating off his hand.

you now hold your brittle utensil, staring blankly at your meal. chuuya's gaze is not lost on you. you wonder if you have ever threw a tantrum during mealtime to warrant his perturbated stare.

you receive your answer when he stands up from his seat, asking if you were well and if you'd like him to feed you himself.

but when you sleep, he clings to you with an intensity— as if the very fabric of your existence might unravel should he dare release his grip. its an embrace that would put wet clothes clinging on wearers to shame. tears would drip down your neck, followed by apologies: chuuya sees himself as an oddity in the comfort of your arms—a comfort that simultaneously struggles with the contradiction of his apparent sin.

you know better than to comfort him. he pats down the drops of water left from the bath with a towel in hand, no different than the time spent with him bathing you in the tub. during dinner when the food served are always diced up, plastic utensils to refrain you from harm that his of porcelain and metal can do. showing the dichotomy in your shared world.

at the end of the day; metal chains and warm limbs were never different.

#yandere bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere bungou stray dogs x reader #yandere bsd #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere chuuya nakahara #yandere chuuya nakahara x reader #yandere chuuya

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yandere-romanticaa · 1 year

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Dealing with anything outside of the agency was just not your forte. Being stuck to your desk 24/7 hardly helped either but desperate times called for desperate measures so you turned to the only thing that felt familiar. To any sane person, turning to the mafia was an act of absolute lunacy but you were scared and in desperate need of protection and frankly, you didn't want to stress out your coworkers more than you already did. You knew that if you told them the extent of your fear and worries that they would drop everything they were doing and would assist you immediately but ... So much has happened these past few months. It wouldn't be fair to burden them. The mafia was your only option, if they'd have you.

Oddly enough you were welcomed with open arms and by an executive of all people.

There he sat across you in all his mighty glory, a cup of blood red wine on the table, legs crossed and the usual smirk you had come to expect from the ginger man. Despite being in a rival agency, Chuuya was always oddly curt towards you, maybe even downright polite. Well, that was his usual attitude towards strangers (unless he was being provoked that is) but with you it felt... Different. Did you like it? You didn't know. But that didn't matter at this point in time.

"I didn't think you'd come so openly to us." said Chuuya smugly, never once breaking eye contact with you. Feeling yourself tense up you opened your mouth to say something but he interrupted you instead.

"It's alright babe, I know a poor soul when I see one."

Wow, he was oddly intuitive. Uncrossing his legs Chuuya slightly lowered himself, possibly to grab the glass of wine that lay dormant on the table. With a sharp breath you finally spoke up:

"I'm being followed and I no longer feel safe in my own skin anymore. I don't want to bother anyone at the agency but I can't defend myself either so..."

Raising his finger in the air he promptly silenced you.

"So, what you're saying is that you want us to take the fall for whatever happens to you?"

Crap you didn't even bother thinking about the implications. A sudden wave of nausea hit you like a truck but it soon was magically replaced by confusion as the executive started to laugh.

"I'm kidding. I can be funny too, when I want to be."

You couldn't help but to break out into a tiny smile yourself, albeit a very crooked one. Chuuya didn't seem to mind though. You suddenly felt something warm on the top of your hand and you came to the realization that it was most likely Chuuya's hand. You felt his fingers trace various patterns across the soft flesh, like he was trying to get you to talk more, maybe even to soothe you?

You honestly weren't too sure.

His eyes shined with conviction, like a man on a mission. "Tell you the truth, I don't mind you coming here." he said gently. An odd feeling of warmth filled your chest as you blushed but Chuuya didn't allow you the luxury of turning your head.

"Look me in the eye when you speak to me, please. That's all I want."

Was he always so gentle? The Chuuya you knew was brash, loud and, and...

And like magic, he was suddenly next to you, both of your wrists trapped in a tight grip. Feeling his hot breath fan your face you almost felt like squealing but your stupid brain immediately went into overdrive, causing you to say the absolute worst possible thing.

"Dazai-"

"Dazai?"

Shit. Shit, shit, he was going to crush you -

Chuuya was beyond vocal with his distaste for the suicidal maniac and you always understood his reasoning.

But you were a fool and Dazai was charming. It was a very common occurrence for him to flirt with you in the office, to hold you close like this. Dazai was always light and airy, he would be gone almost as fast as he came.

It was fascinating how Chuuya was the complete opposite.

His presence was heavy and the way his eyes glared daggers at you almost made you regret your decision coming here. However, instead of numb pain or a sharp impact you were met with only softness as you could feel him climbing on top of you, your head and back making contact with the soft couch in the process.

"You are here with me and you have the nerve to say that bastards name?"

If he said anything else besides that, you wouldn't know. After all, how could you focus when the mafioso held you so tight but oh so sweetly, almost like a flower you were to scared to drop. You saw his lips move but you couldn't hear any noises that came out of them. For the tiniest second, you imagined what would be like to kiss him, to kiss the fiery man that hovered above you, to taste the bitter wine on his delectable lips.

Your fantasies soon crashed and burned the moment Chuuya said:

"You really should consider leaving the Agency and join us, y'know."

He... He can't be serious. He was joking, you were sure of it. Confusion was written all over your face but Chuuya's stayed the same, no cracks whatsoever. He tsked, his left eye twitching ever so lightly.

"Those detectives can't keep you safe, obviously. But, the Port Mafia can, I can. I can give you anything and everything, just say the word and it is yours."

His words echoed loudly inside your mind and you gaped like a fish, looking at literally anywhere that wasn't him.

Well, what will you do?

The choice is yours.

ENDING 1. (you leave the ADA) // ENDING 2. (you stay in the ADA)

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suiana · 7 months

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your boyfriend has been acting weird lately (various yandere characters x gn reader) (ANGSTOBER DAY 2)

"babe are you-"

"can you quit talking? seriously, you're so damn annoying."

"...i only wanted to ask whether you were hungry..."

you stare at your boyfriend, lips pursed as he continues to type away on his phone. he's been like this for three weeks now. getting mad at you for no reason, cursing at you... did you do something wrong?

all you ever wanted was to be a good significant other and he's acting like he's on his period or something! jesus, can't he be a little bit more mature too?! picking fights with you for no reason, making a big fuss over nothing... and not even telling you why?!

...

you know what?

you had it with him.

"hey, what's your problem huh?! why are you so edgy nowadays huh? did i do something wrong?!"

your once loving boyfriend stares at you, eyes and mouth wide at your sudden outburst. he takes a moment to compose himself, eyebrows furrowing the second he thinks things through.

"god you're so damn stupid. I've been repeatedly telling you, haven't i? i hate you. what can't you understand?! this is why I'm always getting mad, damnit!"

you scoff at him, arms folded in front of your chest as you try to keep your cool... only for your anger to get the better of you, resulting in a screaming festival between you and your boyfriend.

"hate me? you can't expect me to believe that. not when you were literally obsessed with me up till three weeks ago?!"

"i-"

"you used to threaten people just for looking at me! you even tried to kill someone because they asked for my number! and now you want me to believe that you hate me? stop with your bullshit."

".. actually-"

"oh. are you seeing someone else? is that what this is? you're trying to make me break up with you, is that it?"

"n-... you know what? yeah, yeah it is. i want to break up with you. I've found someone else that i love more than you."

your boyfriend states, eyes dead as he stares straight at you. he breathes calmly, as if he weren't affected by this at all. meanwhile, your heart felt as though it had shattered into many tiny pieces. tears fell from your eyes, unable to be held back any longer as you broke down, falling to your knees as the male just stares at you stoicly.

"let's never see each other again."

he mumbles, turning on his heel, swiftly leaving you alone to wallow in your sadness in the once lively apartment. shit... you hadn't expected things to end like this.

"he's a fucking jerk..."

you think through your tears, vision blurry as you clutch your chest. you really loved him and he just?? left?? how could he be so heartless?

if he didn't love you he could've just said something about it. he didn't have to be so mean and hurt your feelings before finally bringing up another person! god damnit, why did you have to fall for such a person?!

you cried, wailing as you cursed your now ex-boyfriend.

"fuck! i hate you! i hate you so much! i hope i never see you again! just disappear from my life! you just left me to die here! stupid ex-boyfriend! i hate giving you my love!"

what you didn't know however, was that your 'heartless' boyfriend had stood outside your door, frowning at your every word, regretting everything he had done up until that moment. because he had loved you too. truly.

he loved you so damn much that he wanted to tear out his hair every single time he was mean to you. he wanted to tell you that he didn't mean any single one of those hurtful words. he wanted to cry and beg for your forgiveness every single time he did anything hurtful to you.

but it was for your own good. it was to keep you safe. and if he needed to hurt you to keep you safe, he'd do it. because he loved you too much to see someone else hurt you.

and being with him meant that there was always a risk of you getting hurt. so how could he allow that to happen when it could be prevented? how could he let his selfish feelings get in the way when you were such a precious little thing? sure, he loves you and he'll do anything in his power to ensure your safety but what if he can't protect you one day?

what if one day you just... get used against him? he's a dangerous man and has a lot of enemies. surely they'll find out that you're his weakness. of course he has gotten rid of anyone who might harm you now but who's to say that there won't be more in the future?

which is why he has to severe all ties with you now. he can't risk it. because he may be strong, but he may not be strong enough for whoever may come in the future. that's why he's been doing what he's been doing-making you hate him so that it hurts less when he decides that it's time to leave. he assumes that it's working wonderfully, after all you've never once noticed his puffy eyes in the morning.

"at least... they'll be safe now."

and disappear he will, for he has too many regrets welling up in the depths of his soul from what he did to you. he'll make sure to never come across you again, instead lurking in your shadow, observing you from afar.

a star like you need not be dirtied by his presence anymore.

dazai osamu, akutagawa ryunosuke, megumi fushiguro, blade, scaramouche/wanderer, your faves<3

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Based off a fic on Wattpad called everyone loves chuuya by krysing, you should go read it it's a complete 10/10.

The pull was very close, I'll try my absolute hardest to get done with part two, I promise you, anyway here is the fic:

Part one:

People were acting weird today, it's the first thing you noticed, by weird you mean everyone staring at you.

First it was your commanding officer, then your coworkers, and now people on the street's.

Getting some food your astonished when the waiter tells you it's free, did you do something in your last mission that was recorded and sent to the public?

Suddenly your phone rang, not your normal phone but your work phone, must be important.

Answering it you immediately say the basics of when your boss calls you, this serious tone you've managed to prefect ultimately failed you when you heard the news.

"name, your getting promoted to the hunting dogs" spitting out the coffee you had, you look around to discovering everyone yet again staring at you, though they had been doing that for at least 30 minutes.

Turning back to your phone you whisper into it, "please elaborate"

"today the commander himself decided that you were worthy enough to join the hunting dogs, all of the members agreed with this" your coworkers said.

In that moment the excitement you felt was nothing short of pure ecstasy, you had to stop yourself from screaming on the top of your lungs.

Slapping money on the table despite the fact that you were told it was free you rush back to headquarters and celebrate.

You run back, soon becoming aware of the person following you, keeping your smile to play dumb you wait for the attack.

In the distance mark twain had eyes one you, holding a tranquilizer gun he was preparing to shoot.

Counting down you wait for the shoot.

Three...

Get closer to a moveable metal

Two...

Don't see any.

One...

Stop sign!

Grabbing a stop sign you deflect the gun shot onto the ground, wait is that a tranquilizer? Hm he's not going for the kill.

Another dart came down and you just barely dodged it, they tip piercing your shoulder.

You need cover, and you need it right now.

Blocking one final bullet you duck into a subway and immediately exit mark twains view.

As you were making your grand escape mark was sighing over the fact that his boss was gonna get pissed over the fact he let you get away.

"why does he want this person again?.." he mumbled out loud, ow well he forgot, it's not like he doesn't share the feelings of his boss.

Once you were deep enough in the train station you finally allowed yourself to get a moment of calm.

You very briefly got a look at that guy since he was above you and shooting at you but you recognized him as some guy working for the guild in america.

What does the guild want with you?

Well you should get back to headquarters as fast as possible and report thi-

"hey guys!?! I'm lost!!!!" Yelled a voice, you looked up to some guy waving his hands up and down like a maniac.

'should I help him?' you thought, preparing to leave you were stopped when he made eye contact, he had short black hair and green eyes, wearing a hat and some weird detective gear.

"you!" He suddenly pointed at you, "you must come with me!" What???

What is he talking about, you didn't have a moment to register what was going on because he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him.

This guy had no idea where he was going because he pulled you to random places before finally getting to his destination.

'is this the armed detective agency? I've never been here before'

Your wrist began to hurt the moment he dragged you into the agency.

Wait a moment!? If this is a detective agency you could probably take shelter here!

The moment you and this random dude step In everyone is immediately on you.

"are you really name!"

"can I have your autograph!"

"your hair is amazing!!!"

"commit double suicide with me!"

"shut up dazai!" Screamed everyone on the room.

It was a bit more silent after that, you decided to speak up then.

"um.. who are you guys?.." simultaneously they all stopped to stare at you.

"I'm kenji" said a small blond.

"Atsushi!"

"I'm kunikida"

They all took turns introducing themselves until it got to the person who had dragged you here.

"I'm ranpo"

Ranpo...

"well it's really nice to meet you all, I remember your an agency right?"

"yeah!"

"do you mind if I stay with you guys for a bit? before I came here I think someone from the guild was hunting me down"

"you can stay forever" atsushi said before covering ranpo covered his mouth.

"what he means is that you can stay as long as you like" ranpo exclaimed, almost strangling atsushi,

you found this a bit odd, "well thank you!"

{time skip because I don't have the will to write this scene anymore}

the armed detective agency offered to let you stay in one of their rooms, but you declined because you didn't want to bother them, a bit of arguing had commenced before yasano finally let you sleep in the medic center, the bed was not the greatest but you've slept on far worse things before.

normally it be easy for you to sleep but fate had different plans today, around 1 am you heard sounds coming from another room, placing a knife in a secret pocket in your skirt you investigate.

the main room where everyone chilaxed was where the sound came from, rubbing your ears a bit the sound was coming from one of the couches.

the left one, where you saw dazai earlier, placing your ears against it, the sound of ticking became apparent.

oh shit.

three seconds was all you had before the bomb exploded, it was large enough that it damaged you seriously, hitting you left leg and upper body, your arms made it out okay, probably just some first degree burns.

the stinging pain was then accompanied the windows shattering, not because of the explosion but people breaking in.

'wait the port mafia is also following me!' oh crap, this is bad, you could fight that twain guy earlier because you were in tip top shape but now your legs are in agony and you have some serious burns.

one of the people who broke in was a small ginger with a fancy hat, he took one look at you, got angry and then yelled at the weird looking dude beside him.

"kajii! what did I say about hurting her, you said everything would be fine and look at her now!"

"how was I supposed to know that she'd go near my bombs!"

"make ones that don't have noises beforehand!"

wow, you are not prepared to deal with this bullshit, while those two idiots were arguing you prepared to run outside and warn the others.

only to be stopped by some edgy looking guy, "out of my way" you commanded, keeping your voice as strong as possible despite the disgusting pain.

"I can't let you leave" his voice was more firm then yours,more determined, hah! you'll show him determined.

now you have two options run or fight, you may be still able to fight but this guy is obviously an ability user, you'll have to be careful.

eventually you opt to run, bolting down the hallway ignoring the sting coming from your legs,to add onto the pain the knife you had placed on your thigh pocket fell out of it slightly and pierced your leg.

before you could yelp, weird black almost cloak like things grabbed your waist, arms, and legs pulling you backwards.

before you made it to the edgy guy dazai appeared out of nowhere and touched him, within a instant the weird black things vanished, and you bolted once again.

what the actual heck was going on!?

you couldn't think anymore only run, the port mafia was too busy fighting the armed detective agency to notice that you fled, you felt very bad about leaving the ada alone but something told you that they'll be okay.

though you might not be okay, you were slowing down, your vision going a black, and to add to all of it rain started to poor making you shiver.

when you reached a back alleyway your legs finally collapsed on you, the last thing you saw before you passed out was two boys.

one was a blond with an even weirder hat then the one you saw earlier with the ginger.

and the other....were those tentacles?

just as your sense's started to go to black you heard the blonde says something.

"woah is that the target! earlier mark was complaining about how hard she was to catch, she looks beat up, the boss is gonna be mad"

I knew I wasn't lucky enough to get a promotion and then nothing bad happen to me.

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