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"Don't call me Odasaku"
What manag vol is young dazai and chuuya from season 3??
I've seen the 15 light novel but is there a manga for it??
Dazai in Death note 🤡🤡
This mAn-
He would not give a fuck
He would immediately figure Light is kira and would walk up to him like"hEy, so uM can your write my naMe in your bOok🥰"
Light: 😳🤨 wHO tF-
Dazai: "OH but I donT want it tO be pAinful😖"
Istg this man would slap a bunch of one dollar bills into lights hand and run away screaming in joy😭
Light: 👁👄👁
L around the corner: 😶📸
Lights Dad: 😱😱
And Ryuk is in the background laughing his ass off
» PRENDAM ESSE CUPIDO — futura doação
⟅07.09.2024 — eu comecei essa capa no dia 06 de Setembro, no início da minha gripe e finalizei na luta e na coragem pq eu fiquei MUITO DOENTE de repente e é sobre isso. Eu peguei muita fumaça. FINALMENTE fiz uma capa soukoku, vocês não imaginam a minha felicidade, eu estou nas nuvens :3 nenhuma surpresa, eu estava sem internet, dessa vez nem em casa tinha e não sei até agora o que raios aconteceu pra net só voltar lá pras 19:30 (!) ainda bem que deu pra finalizar a capa sem muitos problemas :3 e olha só... Futura doação 👀 que vida rs
Fanart por: @lotus-pear (tysm lotus <3)
Chapter 2 ↓
.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*..・゜゜・✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*.・゜゜・✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
You were signing some documents as you sat in your office, it wasn't anything hard
You were just signing them, not bothering to look at it, as you wanted to finish quickly.
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"Ugh finally, the last document, I can finally rest now." You said as you put away the documents, suddenly, there was a knock on your door
"Miss/Mr, [Name] , I came here to collect the documents you signed." Your assistant, Akane said as she came to collect your documents.
"Thank you Akane, could you bring me a cup of [Hot Beverage]"
"Of course, Miss/Mr. [Name], Hehe, signing all these documents must've been tiring huh?" Akane said with a giggle.
"Yeah.." You replied with a sigh, kind of annoyed because you wanted to drink [Hot Beverage] as soon as possible.
"Oh my, I must get going know, I'll bring you your [Hot Beverage] soon."
'Finally' you thought as she left quickly, you checked your phone to see a dozen of missed calls and messages, whoops.
Nakahara Chuuya
[Name] are you there??
Yes, I am, what's the matter?
Boss requested to see you... An hour ago..
Oh shi*t..
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You were really fucked now, you mumbled curses as you dashed out of your office, bumping into Akane in the way.
You let out a quick apology and continued running.
Surprisingly you got there less than 6 minutes later, which is kinda impressive because the distance from your office and the bosses office is really far.
You cautiously knocked on the door
"Come in."
As you opened the door there was the boss, Mori Ougai in all his glory, sitting in the chair behind the desk, his 'Daughter' Elise on the floor beside him, drawing with crayons.
"You requested to see me, boss?"
"Yes, an hour ago actually." Oh shit
"I deeply apologize for my behavior, boss"
"Hm, I guess I could let it slide this time, don't make this mistake again."
"Understood, boss." You sighed in relief.
"Anyways I have a mission for you.
this mission is..."
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As you walked out of the office you thought of the mission he just gave you, you had to go undercover as a detective in the armed detective agency, gain their trust and steal the documents that are important to him.
The only reason why he chose you is because neither Dazai nor Yosano knew who you where, otherwise he would've picked someone else.
As you were walking you spotted Chuuya and walked over to him.
"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"
"Gah! You scared me you bastard.. What do you want? Did you get a mission from boss?"
"I did actually."
~ After explaining the mission ~
"YOU HAVE TO WHAT?!"
"Tsk, could you quiet down, I don't want the whole world to hear you."
After he calmed down he asked you
"But why you? Why couldn't he pick Me or someone else?"
"It's because Dazai knows who you are Chuuya."
"I get it, but why not someone else like Tachihara?!"
"The black Lizard raided the agency, remember? He was there."
He nodded in realisation, then asked again
"Do you want to drink some wine? My treat."
And how could you say no to that?
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Chapter one of this is over, I'll post chapter two tomorrow, I know I should have picked wattpad or something else to write chapters, but I chose Tumblr. Also, who do you want your love interest to be?
[Reader] is gender neutral, Akane is my Oc btw, she's not a love interest :)
I do agree.
bsd gender headcanons. you agree. reblog.
i see u need a request :3
Anyway may u request a fluffly oneshot abt PM teen dazai trying to impress/ flirt with fem!PM teen reader?? Like he is trying so hard bcz he think f!reader is cute and pretty. But reader is have a very oblivious personality making dazai life 10x harder
If u do to this request I thank u 😊❤
A/n: sorry this took me a bit!! This is the first request I've ever done so I hope it's okay!! <33
(Not really any warnings! A little underage drinking and the usual Dazai un being alive stuff)
Now you wouldn't say you're oblivious but everyone else in the Port Mafia might disagree. One member would say you are the most oblivious person he's every met.
Dazai Osamu has been flirting with you since the both of you were 14. You're going on 16 now and there's been zero progress from Dazai's attempts. At this point Dazai was astounded how you haven't noticed his feelings.
He compliments you every single day. They vary of course, he never wants to bore you. He'll compliment the way you did your hair, how you're dressed, how you completely wiped out an enemy base all by yourself. He'll say anything to get you to give him a sweet smile and a thank you.
He'll do anything to get your attention. Whether it's getting you to save him from another (failed) attempt or showing off when you're on missions together. Dazai wants you looking at him all the time.
And you do look at him all the time, but he could never be interested in you right? Right?
Pray for poor Dazai.
So here he was at Bar Lupin with you after a successful mission. He was maybe a little tipsy and dialed up his flirting a lot.
"You know you look so pretty when you fight. I could look at you all day long while you kick ass" he would mumble out.
"Oh.. thank you Dazai! That's very sweet of you." You would respond.
"Really I think you look pretty all the time." Was his face red from being tipsy or because he was flustered? You really couldn't tell.
"You do?"
"Yeah I do. I've been thinking about how pretty you are since the day we met." He said with a smile.
It's like a light bulb FINALLY went off in your head. Wait Dazai Osamu liked you back?
"Wait you like me? Like really really like me?" The utter disbelief showing in your voice. Along with the wide eyes and mouth agape.
"Nice of you to finally catch on cutie! Only took 2 years!"
I need to feed my obsession.
tethered in red - dazai x reader
bound by a deepening obsession, the story follows a mission gone wrong—an ambush laced with betrayal, bloodshed, and the terrifying possibility of loss. as the world around you burns, dazai holds you like it’s the last time—loving you with a desperation only born from death. its raw. its unhinged. its the kind of love that destroys and saves at the same time.
warnings: 18+ explicit content, graphic violence,injury, blood, obsessive love, breakdowns, nsfw, angst, betrayal, possessiveness, mentions of death.
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the cigarette between chuuyas fingers burned low, the ash hanging off the end like a whisper away from collapse. you were sitting on a rooftop just outside the port mafias southern compound, the wind stirring strands of your hair across your face, the dying sun bleeding out behind the yokohama skyline.
your back ached. your ribs were still sore from last week’s assignment. but that wasn’t what made you uneasy.
it was him.
dazai sat beside you on the ledge, one leg dangling, the other pulled to his chest, his chin resting atop it. his eyes were fixed on the city, but you knew he wasn’t seeing it. he was far away. somewhere in the dark, fucked-up parts of his mind that not even you were allowed to follow.
chuuya flicked the ash off his cigarette, exhaling a long drag. “he’s been like that since yesterday,” he muttered, nodding toward dazai. “ever since Mori called you in.”
your stomach twisted. you knew the pattern. the summons. the silence. dazai always shut down right before something bad.
you reached for him anyway.
“osamu.”
his eyes didn’t move. but he answered.
“hmm?”
“is something wrong?"
a pause.
and then, softly, “no.”
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the elevator to moris private chambers always felt like a descent into the underworld. your stomach dropped as the lift sank below the normal levels, into the depths where sunlight and mercy couldn’t reach.
the hallway outside his office was cold. clean. the kind of sterile that hospitals tried to mimic but never quite captured. like a morgue pretending to be a sanctuary.
you knocked once.
the door opened itself.
inside, mori sat behind his desk, tea steaming gently beside an untouched chessboard. elise stood nearby in her doll-like form, eyes unblinking, mouth curled into a cruel half-smile. the air tasted faintly of antiseptic and copper—like blood scrubbed just a little too late.
“come in,” mori said, gesturing.
dazai walked ahead of you. his shoulders were tight, his hands buried in his pockets. you followed in silence, every instinct screaming at you to turn around.
“you’re both here because i trust you,” mori said, steepling his fingers. “there’s a traitor. a former associate named yanagi. he’s been leaking intel to the government. we believe he’ll be at a decommissioned shipyard tonight. the location is secure, minimal risk.”
you frowned. “then why us?”
mori smiled, and it made your skin crawl.
“because i want to be absolutely certain he doesn’t walk away.”
that was the first red flag.
the second came when dazai asked, “you said minimal risk. you're sure?”
mori didn’t blink.
“positive.”
but dazai didn’t believe him.
you could see it in the way his fingers flexed. in the flicker in his eyes. in the silence that followed.
“fine,” dazai said at last, before adding on coldly, “but if anything happens to her, ill ensure you regret it."
moris smile never changed.
"oh. i'd expect nothing less.”
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the docks were drowning in mist. the air was wet, thick with salt and steel. you and dazai moved like shadows through the decaying ruins of what used to be a shipping port — cranes long dead, containers left to rust like forgotten coffins.
something felt wrong.
the silence was too complete.
your heart thudded in your chest as you scanned the area. “we are being watched,” you whispered.
dazai didn’t answer.
then the fog shifted.
masked figures on the rooftops. behind the crates. lurking in the shadows.
too many.
far too many.
it was a setup.
you didn’t have time to shout before the first bullet shattered a pipe beside your head, spraying steam and fire. dazai tackled you to the ground as a barrage of gunfire tore through the air.
then came the knives.
the screaming.
the blood.
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the world erupted into hell.
bullets split the fog, hot lead searing through steel and air. your body moved on instinct—rolling behind a rusted crate, your breathing ragged, ribs screaming. dazai was already on his feet, two guns drawn, eyes wild like a cornered wolf. not a strategist. not a trickster. a killer
you counted eight, then ten.
too many.
this wasn’t a takedown.
It was an execution.
your fingers shook as you reloaded. “they knew we were coming,” you hissed, throat raw.
“no,” Dazai spat, his voice lower than you’d ever heard it. “mori knew.”
that truth tasted worse than blood.
the first wave came fast—black masks, gleaming knives, footfalls like thunder on wet steel. dazai moved like water, bullets slicing through skulls, a knife in his off-hand spinning a man’s body into the air like a ragdoll. blood sprayed across your cheek—warm, thick, coppery.
you didnt have time to think.
you stabbed upward into a chest, felt the rib crack. pulled free. kicked. shot. the violence was mindless, primal. you didn’t know who you were killing anymore. only that it was you or them.
and then it happened.
a blade slid into your side.
you gasped—eyes wide—as warmth flooded your ribs.
you turned, instinct firing too slow, too late.
the masked man grinned behind blood-stained teeth—his knife lifting again.
but dazai screamed.
the kind of scream that tears through your spine and nestles in your bones.
it was raw. animalistic. like something in him snapped.
he was on the man in seconds. tackled him. pinned him. punched him. over..
and over.
and over.
blood coated dazai’s knuckles like war paint. the man’s skull caved in before he was even dead.
and dazai didn’t stop.
you reached out, voice trembling. “osamu—stop—”
but his eyes were gone.
gone.
lost in a place no one could reach.
you had to grab his wrist to pull him back to the surface.
he blinked.
breathed.
his chest heaved like he’d been drowning.
and then he saw you. really saw you.
the blood at your waist.
the pain in your eyes.
his hands were shaking.
“oh god,” he whispered, “you’re bleeding—you’re bleeding—”
you collapsed into him, darkness curling at the edges of your vision.
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you came to in the back of a black sedan, the engine roaring like a beast through the night.
rain lashed against the windshield in violent slashes, the sky sobbing above Yokohama.
dazai was holding you, cradling you.
one hand pressed against your side, the other brushing your damp hair back from your face.
he was covered in blood.
yours. theirs. his own.
you blinked, throat dry. “…are we dead?”
chuuya barked a laugh from the front seat. “not yet. almost wrecked my car picking your dumbasses up, though.”
you tried to sit up. dazai stopped you with a gentle but firm hand.
“don’t move,” he whispered. his voice was wrecked. hoarse. strained. “you’re still bleeding.”
you looked at him.
really looked.
his eyes were wild. his pupils too wide, his jaw clenched tight.
you reached for his face. “you saved me.”
his hands tightened on you like he was scared you’d vanish. “no. i failed you. i let him send us into that trap. i didn’t see it. i should’ve known.”
your vision blurred again—not from pain this time, but the sheer weight of his guilt.
“it’s not your fault,” you murmured.
but he didn’t answer.
just held you tighter.
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The Safehouse — 3:02 a.m.
the room was warm.
quiet.
the chaos was gone, but it lived inside your skin now.
the safehouse was nothing more than an old warehouse in the outskirts of the city—converted into a loft with makeshift walls, one bloodstained couch, a mattress on the floor, and a single bulb casting soft yellow light.
you lay on that mattress, wrapped in clean bandages, sweat still clinging to your skin from the fever. your side ached like hell.
dazai sat beside you, shirtless, arms slicked in dried blood and fresh bruises. he hadn’t left your side in hours.
“why are you still here?” you whispered.
his head tilted, eyes tired. “where else would I go?”
you looked at each other
and in that silence, something broke.
he leaned down—slow, unsure at first—until his forehead pressed against yours.
“i thought i lost you,” he whispered, his voice so quiet it cracked. “i thought you were dying in my arms and i couldn’t do anything.”
his lips brushed your brow. your temple. your nose.
“i wanted to kill them all. i did. and it wasn’t enough.”
your hand rose to cup his jaw. “i'm still here.”
his eyes closed.
and when they opened—something unhinged glowed behind them.
“you don’t understand,” he murmured, “i need you. if you ever die, i die with you.”
you shivered.
not from fear.
but from knowing he meant it.
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dazai hadn’t stopped touching you since the moment chuuya dropped you off. he hadn’t let you stand, hadn’t let you breathe without his hand ghosting your skin like he needed confirmation that you were still real.
his fingers trembled where they rested on your hip, just above the edge of the bandage that wrapped your ribs. he looked down at you like you were a dying star, burning too hot—too bright—and about to vanish.
you saw it in his eyes.
that brittle kind of love that turns to ruin if it’s not touched back.
you shifted, your palm brushing over his bare chest. "osamu,” you whispered. “im here.”
that’s all it took.
he kissed you.
not gently.
this wasn’t a kiss, it was a collapse.
a collision of everything unsaid—all the times he didn’t say he loved you because he thought he’d lose you anyway. his lips bruised yours, frantic and deep, his body already pressing you down into the mattress like he needed you to anchor him to earth.
his voice was hoarse against your mouth. “i need you. i need you right now.”
You nodded silently.
that was all the permission he needed.
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nsfw
touch like prayer.
dazai stripped you slowly, even though his hands were shaking. he pulled your shirt over your head like he was peeling back armor, revealing battle wounds he blamed himself for.
his fingers ghosted along your side, where the gauze clung tight. his lips followed, kissing everything except the wound. reverent. careful. like if he touched it, it would kill him.
“i almost lost you,” he murmured, breath hot against your ribs. “and I haven’t even—god, i haven’t loved you enough yet.”
you cupped his face. “then love me.”
and oh. he did.
he kissed your neck like it was sacred. bit lightly beneath your ear, then soothed it with his tongue. he pressed his mouth to your shoulder, down your collarbone, until your skin was flushed and trembling beneath his touch.
and then—your back.
he guided you onto your stomach with a tenderness that broke you.
his mouth followed the line of your spine.
one kiss at a time.
vertebrae by vertebrae.
a trail of heat and worship.
“you don’t understand,” he whispered, voice shaking, “you are the only thing in this world that makes me want to stay.”
and when he pushed inside you—it wasn’t slow.
it was urgent.
raw. desperate.
his breath hitched in your ear, hands digging into your hips like he was holding on for dear life.you gasped, body arching into him, feeling everything.
the stretch. the fullness. the emotion.
he moved like he was memorizing you.
“you feel so fucking good,” he groaned. “perfect. i don’t deserve this— i don’t deserve you.”
your hand reached back to find him, to tangle in his hair, to ground him.
“'samu” you whispered. “please. i need all of you.”
he lost it.
thrust harder. deeper.
your breath caught with every snap of his hips, every low, desperate moan he pressed against your skin. he worshipped every inch of you—your back, your neck, the shell of your ear—like he was imprinting himself onto your body.
abd you—you burned.
your body sang for him, trembled beneath him, opened to him like he was the only thing that ever made you feel whole.
when the first wave hit, it shattered you.
you sobbed his name, nails clawing at the sheets, as your orgasm ripped through you—hot, sharp, endless.
but he didn’t stop.
he couldn’t.
bot when he was this close to losing everything.
he flipped you gently, kissed the tears from your cheeks, slid back inside while you were still sensitive and trembling.
round two was even worse.
even deeper. slower. but devastating.
he looked into your eyes the whole time.
watched you come undone again.
held you while you cried into his mouth.
and still—he didn’t stop.
your legs shook. your throat was raw from moaning his name. yoy couldn’t think anymore—couldn’t speak. you just felt.
he finally came with a gasp like a man dying.
your name on his tongue like a last prayer.
he held you after. breathless. sweating. shaking.
his voice cracked against your neck. “youre mine. i don’t care if it’s selfish—i need you to be mine.”
you nodded.
“always.”
and in the silence that followed—he kissed you again.
softer this time.
but no less desperate.
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thank u for reading!! if u made it this far lmk what u thought as this is the first fic ive ever wrote 🙏🙏
guy who is learning something new about himself
been catching up to bsd after years and years || on twt
An assumption I've made about Dazai Osamu
He's probably played Russian Roulette at least once in his life, but managed to survive in some miraculous way (which he wished he didn't).
Idk i was experimented with my style (again sigh😔) but i don't know i like it or not
Corridor
I love drawing dark Dazai and alcohol
Ya know I'm very busy this time, my studies make me work seven days a week, there is no time at all to draw for the soul, unfortunately
Terrible night
I wasn't sure if I liked this old art of mine, but I'll leave it up to you
They bumped foreheads
They have a date.
Something not change
Dazai is a disco dancer
In my mind he and Harry seems very similar so i often draw Dazai like this
Idk this idea look good for me
ATSUSHI ANGST!! #2
(Uyarılar: Yeme bozukluğu, kendine zarar verme, shin soukoku, soukoku,Dazai)
Atsushi: "Aha- Sadece soğuk algınlığı. Ayrıca kedi değil kaplanım!"
ATSUSHI POV:
Dazai-san anlamış gibi.. Umarım anlamamışdır.. Siparişleri verdik, yerken Yetimhane Müdürünün seslerini duydum "Bu yemeği haketmiyorsun! İşe yaramaz." Kafamda yankılanıyordu.
Atsushi: "2 dakikaya gelirim"
Hemen tuvalete doğru koştum.
⚠️ (Başlıyor)
Klozetin başına durdum ve ellerimi boğazıma götürdüm, zorla da olsa yediğim herşeyi kusmuştum. Elimi ve ağzımı yıkandıktan sonra aceleye diğerlerinin yanına gittim.
⚠️ (Bitti)
Herkesin yemeği bitirdiğini gördüm. O kadar uzun mu sürmüştü? Boş verdim. Soru sorulmasın diye aklıma gelen ilk şeyi söyledim.
Atsushi: "Dazai-san, görev dosyasını alabilir miyiz? "
Dazai: "Akutagawa'ya verdim bile~!"
Atsushi: "Tamam o zaman!"
Akutagawa: "Artık gitsek mi?"
Atsushi: "Evet, oldukça geç oldu. Bence biz yavaştan gidelim"
Akutagawa onayladıktan sonra, kaldığımız yere doğru yürümeye başladık.
(Ehe, aklıma geldikçe yeni bölüm atcam:3)
If you take requests, can I have Atsushi being comforted by the reader when hes crying because they saw him as a weretiger? Please?
Request?: yes Summery: The reader runs after Atsushi, as he lost control of his tiger form, getting hurt in the progress. Character?: Atsushi nakajima Genre: Angst to fluff
A/n: hi hi! Thank you so much for your request, it was different than most of them and I'm glad I made it! Please feel free to request more for it to be written in the near future. For now enjoy the fanfic! <3
All you could think about is ‘Run as fast as you can’.
You ran through the screaming crowd, trying to reach the one you love with all your heart. Atsushi and you have been assigned with a mission, it wasn’t a difficult mission at all, but someone had did their research on the agency and their members, and all it took was a little bit of information about Atsushi’s past to get him out of control.
He had fully turned into the were tiger without ever meaning to do so
“ATSUSHI!” You screamed for him, as you used your combat skills to get onto objects like trash cans, bus stations or even cars. You needed to calm him down before anything would happen to him.
You jumped over the cars, seeing him in the distance as you received a call from none other than kunikida.
“Y/N WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING OVER THERE?” You heard him scream, as you realised this is all being broadcasted, looking up as you saw the news helicopter fly above the two of you. ‘Shit.’ You muttered, as you speed up.
“Someone got sensitive information kunikida, He went out of control and almost killed the guy have they not gotten away since I stopped Atsushi.” You explained, your legs aching while you still speed up after Atsushi, hearing more screaming people of fright.
“SECURE THE AREA FOR ME OKAY THANKS BYE-“ You rushed the call before you heard kunikida scream on the other side.
You ran as fast as your legs could, as your eyes widen, seeing Atsushi about to attack. “ATSUSHI!” You screamed as you came in between the innocent people and the tiger that was about to attack. He couldn’t stop on time, as his claw made contact with your arms, giving it a nasty scratch mark.
You screamed out in pain and held onto your arm, whimpering slightly as you saw the blood and clothes being ripped off your body.
That’s definitely going to leave a nasty scar.
“Run!” You screamed at the innocent people, as they quickly scrammed, leaving you alone with a clearly distressed tiger. “Its okay baby its okay..” You whispered softly, holding your other hand out, treating him like a cat. “Its just me, your safe Atsushi..But you have to get control again.” You put a step forward, as him bumped his nose against your hand, smelling in the scent and his pupils dilated to a normal size again, as you heard whimpers come out of his mouth.
You slowly pet him with your good hand, as you squad down.
“We have to get out of here, can I ride your back?” You asked him as he nodded gently. You hopped onto his back, leaned forward and whispered, ‘Make sure to lose the helicopter first dear”
As you guys moved like the speed of light, going directly towards the Agency.
They immediately stood their ground, as Dazai and Kunikida came to your rescue. You were bleeding quite a lot on the floor as your vision began to blur because of the amount of blood you had lost by the wound that needed treatment this instant.
You heard screaming, Dazai nullifying Atsushi’s ability, Seeing the doctors coat of Yosano flash in front of you, as you slowly fade away out of consciousness.
As everything around you became black pool of darkness.
You woke up, slightly feeling your arm being sore, as you slowly opened your eyes to adjust at the light of the room. You groaned softly, as you felt a weight at the side of your bed. You looked down, seeing a sleeping Atsushi with red puffy eyes, sleep by your side.
A sharp pain in your side snapped you back in reality, as you realised you also had been bandaged by the side of your body.
“Your lucky it wasn’t something that touched our organs.” A sudden voice spoke as you were eye to eye with Yosano herself. “A shot like that could’ve been nasty if you weren’t here on time.” She stated, something that you nodded your head in agreement on. “He’s been worried about you, He basically cried like a small baby when I told him your state and that you were okay.” Yosano chuckled as you smiled gently, stroking his hair with the hand attached to the bandaged arm.
You heard him groan slightly, as yosano took that as a cue to get out of the room.
He slowly woke up, as you smiled softly at him, your hand on his cheek as you whispered softly. “Hi baby..” You let out a small smile as he started to cry again, His arms and body flopping on top of him.
“Y/N!!” He sobbed, as you groaned slightly but rubbed his back and kissed his cheek gently. “Right here dear..right here..” You smiled gently, as you cupped his face, making him look at you. “Oh Y/n Im so sorry I shouldn’t have lost control and that was just- he just-“ He stuttered, trying to get his words in the right context.
You kissed him gently, immediately shutting him up. “Its okay its okay trust me it is okay-“ You stated, as he still kept crying. You hugged him close, as you guys slowly calmed down together.
“We’ll train some more sushi, you need the emotions and those powers of yours under control.” You teased him as he kept crying.
“Okay- I love you”
“I love you too”
so, you know the official arts of bsd characters holding their wan version?
could you write something about it? it doesn't have to be character x reader
just characters interacting with their chibi selves
Request?: Yes Summery: Characters reacting to their wan self Characters: Dazai, Atsushi, Akutagawa, Chuuya Genre: fluff, them being crackheads
A/N: Hello hello! Back again with another one, thank you so much for requesting this and I hope its to your liking! Feel free to request again, its so much fun writing about them hihi- Anyways enjoy!
Dazai Osamu:
They will be a menace together if not absolute hell.
You think kunikida could survive one? barely, but two? Oh my lord pray to the lords and especially for the soul of kunikida- 💀
Man has to fight for his life to get to live
Him and his wan would prank so many people, and now since their together, they will be searching for this beautiful to commit with
however this little wan is a living reminder of the hell he actually went through.
He does also however have someone who understands him completely, cause well, its him-
They both ramble how much they love hate Chuuya-
This crazy ball of energy, but the good kind.
Atsushi Nakajima:
Oh they would both be so sweet against each other and others-
They would, just like dazai, talk about how much they Hate love Akutagawa, but in all honesty I see them vent against each other cause they understand each other the best
Atsushi would honestly be like '🥹' when seeing wan!atsushi's tiger form
its just like a little cat he can't resist to pick him up and carry him around-
He would team up with himself, just because the president ordered him too one day and that just became a normal thing
They would hate and love each other, since they share the same mindset
Akutagawa ryunosuke:
Hates him for some reason-
I mean of course cause he doesn't really like himself but seeing his wan like this, especially how he interacts with Atsushi's? He damn jealous for sure
not in the ship way, just the way that he's jealous of the wan!aku for having such a casual life.
They would however bond by drinking like tea together-? I don't know I see aku as a tea person 😭
They both would talk about their devotion towards Dazai, and shit talk about Atsushi cause why the fuck not-
They would really be rivals against each other.
Chuuya Nakahara:
DOG MOVIES DOG MOVIES!
they would watch those sad mf dog movies together, that in all honesty are so sappy compared to the Chuuya himself
drinking contest just because I said so
I bet he has like this photo of dazai, and they take turns throwing darts at his face cause they think their hilarious as hell-
The drunk gingers will angry rant about dazai and like 50 ways to beat him up, Chuuya may or may not broken a glass-
When their with Dazai's? run for your goddamn life.
they be throwing themselves at him and not in that way you horny bastards I see you guys-
They be throwing hands fr
Takes a lot of effort to just get them off each other