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đ đČđšđđšđ« đđšđŹđđšđđŻđŹđ€đČ, đ đđđ§đ đđ«đšđźđŹ đŠđđ§ đ°đąđđĄ đ©đ„đđ§đŹ đšđ đŹđđđ€đąđ§đ đđĄđ đđšđšđ€ đđš đđ„đđđ§đŹđ đđĄđ đ°đšđ«đ„đ đšđ đŹđąđ§, đđ§đđđ đźđ© đđđ„đ„đąđ§đ đąđ§đđš đ đđ«đđ© đšđ đ°đđ«đŠđđĄ đđ§đ đđšđŠđđšđ«đ đ°đĄđđ§đđŻđđ« đĄđâđŹ đđ«đšđźđ§đ đČđšđź.
đđšđŻđ, đĄđ đđĄđšđźđ đĄđ đđŹ đđšđšđ„đąđŹđĄ đđš đĄđąđŠ đđŹ đąđ đŹđšđźđ§đđŹ, đ đŠđđ§ đ„đąđ€đ đĄđąđŠ đđšđŠđ©đđ«đđ đđš đ đŻđđŠđ©đąđ«đ, đđšđ„đ đđ„đšđšđđđ đđ§đ đĄđđđ«đđ„đđŹđŹ, đĄđđŹ đđđ„đ„đđ§ đąđ§ đ„đšđŻđ đ°đąđđĄ đČđšđź.
đ đ«đđđđąđ đąđ§ đđĄđ đŁđđ°đŹ đšđ đ đ°đšđ„đ.
đđšđ° đđđ§ đČđšđź đđ§đ đźđ© đąđ§đđđ«đđ°đąđ§đđ đ°đąđđĄ đđĄđ đ„đąđ€đđŹ đšđ đĄđąđŠ đĄđ đđĄđąđ§đ€đŹ đđŹ đĄđ đ„đđČđŹ đšđ§ đđĄđ đđđ đ°đąđđĄ đČđšđź, đđđđ đŹđĄđšđŻđđ đąđ§ đšđ§đ đšđ đĄđąđŹ đđšđšđ€đŹ đšđđđđŹđąđšđ§đđ„đ„đČ đ đ„đđ§đđąđ§đ đđšđ°đđ«đđŹ đČđšđźđ« đŹđ„đđđ©đąđ§đ đđąđ đźđ«đ.
đđ đđąđ§đđ„đ„đČ đ©đźđđŹ đđšđ°đ§ đĄđąđŹ đđšđšđ€ đšđ§ đđĄđ đ§đąđ đĄđđŹđđđ§đ đđ§đ đđźđ«đ§đŹ đđš đČđšđź. đđâđŹ đ„đąđ€đ đĄđąđŹ đđšđđČ đąđŹ đ©đšđŹđŹđđŹđŹđđ đđŹ đĄđąđŹ đĄđđ§đ đŠđšđŻđđŹ đđš đČđšđźđ« đŹđšđđ đđźđ«đ„đČ đĄđđąđ« đđ§đ đđ«đźđŹđĄđđŹ đđĄđ đŹđđ«đđ§đđŹ đšđźđ đšđ đČđšđźđ« đđđđ.
đđĄđ đŠđšđšđ§ đŹđĄđąđ§đđŹ đđšđ°đ§ đšđ§ đČđšđźđ« đđšđ„đšđ«đđ đŹđ€đąđ§ đđŹ đČđšđź đ„đąđ đĄđđ„đČ đŹđ§đšđ«đ, đđđđźđđąđđźđ„ đąđŹ đđĄđ đđąđ«đŹđ đđĄđąđ§đ đĄđ đđĄđąđ§đ€đŹ đđđšđźđ đ°đĄđđ§đđŻđđ« đĄđ đ„đšđšđ€đŹ đđ đČđšđźđ« đđđđ.
âĐĐŸŃ Đ»ŃĐ±ĐŸĐČŃ, đĄđšđ° đđąđ đą đđđ«đ§ đđĄđ đ©đ„đđđŹđźđ«đ đšđ đČđšđźđ« đ„đšđŻđ đąđ§ đđĄđąđŹ đ„đąđđđđąđŠđâ, đĄđ đŹđđąđ đŹđšđđđ„đČ đĄđšđ„đđąđ§đ đČđšđźđ« đđĄđđđ€ đđđđ„đąđ§đ đČđšđźđ« đ°đđ«đŠ đŹđ€đąđ§ đđ đđąđ§đŹđ đĄđąđŹ đđ«đđđłđąđ§đ đđšđ„đ đĄđđ§đ.
đđĄđ đđđđ„đąđ§đ đšđ đđšđŠđđšđ«đ đđąđ§đ đ„đđŹ đđ đđąđ§đŹđ đĄđąđŹ đđšđ„đ đĄđđđ«đ đđŹ đąđ đđđđđŹ đŹđšđđđ„đČ, đđ§ đšđđ đŹđđ§đŹđ đšđ đ©đđđđ đđ§đ đđđŠđąđ„đąđđ«đąđđČ, đŹđšđŠđđđĄđąđ§đ đđĄđđ đĄđâđŹ đ§đđŻđđ« đđ±đ©đđ«đąđđ§đđđ đđđđšđ«đ đĄđ đđšđźđ§đ đČđšđź.
đđźđ«đ đđ§đ đąđ§đ§đšđđđ§đ đđŠđšđ§đ đŹđ đđ„đ„ đšđ đđĄđ đŹđąđ§đ§đđ«đŹ đąđ§ đĄđąđŠ đŠđąđ§đ đđ§đ đĄđ đđąđ§đđ„đ„đČ đĄđđŻđ đČđšđź đđš đĄđąđŠđŹđđ„đ đ€đđđ©đąđ§đ đČđšđź đđ°đđČ đđ«đšđŠ đđĄđ đ đ«đđŹđ©đŹ đšđ đšđđĄđđ«đŹ đđ«đČđąđ§đ đđš đ€đđđ© đČđšđź đđ«đšđŠ đđĄđđŹđ đŹđš đđđ„đ„đđ đŹđąđ§đ§đđ«đŹ.
đđ đŹđđđ«đđđ„đČ đ„đšđŻđđ đđ„đ„ đšđ đČđšđźđ« đ„đąđđđ„đ đđđđđđđąđšđ§đđđ đ đđŹđđźđ«đđŹ, đĄđšđ„đđąđ§đ đĄđąđŹ đ©đąđ§đ€đČ đ°đĄđđ§đđŻđđ« đČđšđź đ°đđ§đ đđš đĄđšđ„đ đĄđđ§đđŹ đ°đĄđđ§đđŻđđ« đČđšđźâđ«đ đšđźđ đ°đąđđĄ đĄđąđŠ, đ„đąđ đĄđđ„đČ đ€đąđŹđŹđąđ§đ đĄđąđŹ đđĄđđđ€ đ°đĄđđ§ đĄđâđŹ đ«đđŹđđąđ§đ đđĄđąđ§đ€đąđ§đ đđĄđđ đĄđâđŹ đŹđ„đđđ©đąđ§đ đđźđ đĄđâđŹ đđ°đđ€đ, đŹđšđđđ„đČ đđ«đźđŹđĄđąđ§đ đĄđąđŹ đŹđšđđ đđ„đđđ€ đ„đšđđ€đŹ đđ§đ đđšđąđ§đ đ„đąđđđ„đ đĄđđąđ«đŹđđČđ„đđŹ đđšđ« đđźđ§, đ đąđŻđąđ§đ đĄđąđŠ đŹđ°đđđ đĄđźđ đŹ đđđđšđ«đ đĄđ đ„đđđŻđđŹ đđš đđš đ°đĄđđđđŻđđ« đĄđ đ§đđđđŹ đđš đđš đđ§đ đ°đĄđđ§ đĄđ đđšđŠđđŹ đĄđšđŠđ đđš đ đŹđ°đđđ đĄđźđ đđ§đ đ đŹđŠđđ„đ„ đđąđ§đ§đđ« đđšđšđ€đđ đđšđ« đđĄđ đđšđđĄ đšđ đČđšđź.
đđŹ đđĄđđŹđ đđĄđšđźđ đĄđđŹ đ«đźđ§ đđĄđ«đšđźđ đĄ đĄđąđŹ đĄđđđ, đČđšđź đ°đđ€đ đźđ© đđ«đšđŠ đĄđąđŹ đĄđđ§đ đđđ«đđŹđŹđąđ§đ đČđšđźđ« đđđđ, âđ đđČđđ, đąđŹ đđŻđđ«đČđđĄđąđ§đ đđ„đ«đąđ đĄđ?â.
đđâđŹ đąđŠđŠđđđąđđđđ„đČ đ€đ§đšđđ€đđ đšđźđ đšđ đĄđąđŹ đđ«đđ§đđ đđ«đšđŠ đČđšđźđ« đŹđ°đđđ đŻđšđąđđ đđđ„đ„đąđ§đ đđš đĄđąđŠ, âđđš, đ§đšđđĄđąđ§đ đŹ đ°đ«đšđ§đ ĐŃĐ±ĐŸĐČŃ, đ đš đšđ§ đđđđ€ đđš đŹđ„đđđ© đČđšđź đ§đđđ đČđšđźđ« đ«đđŹđâ, đĄđ đŹđđąđ đŹđšđđđ„đČ đ„đšđšđ€đąđ§đ đđ đČđšđź, âđđąđ„đ„ đČđšđź đŹđ„đđđ© đ°đąđđĄ đŠđ đ đđČđđ, đČđšđź đ§đđđ đ«đđŹđ đđšđš đđ«đšđŠ đ°đšđ«đ€đąđ§đ đĄđđ«đ đđ„đ„ đđĄđ đđąđŠđ.â
đđšđźđ« đ«đąđ đĄđ đĄđđ§đ đĄđšđ„đđŹ đšđ§đđš đĄđąđŹ đđ«đđ đĄđđ§đ đ đđ§đđ„đČ đđđ«đđŹđŹđąđ§đ đĄđąđŹ đ€đ§đźđđ€đ„đđŹ.
đđąđŹ đĄđđđ đđ„đđđ«đŹ đ°đąđđĄ đđ„đ„ đ°đšđ«đ«đąđđŹ đđđšđźđ đĄđąđŹ đ©đ„đđ§đŹ đđ«đšđŠ đČđšđźđ« đđšđźđđĄ.
âđđđŹ đą đ°đąđ„đ„ ĐĐŸĐč ĐŽĐŸŃĐŸĐłĐŸĐč, đšđ§đđ đČđšđź đŹđ„đđđ© đđąđ«đŹđ đđĄđđ§ đą đŹđĄđđ„đ„ đ«đđŹđ .â
đđ đŹđđČđŹ đ đđ§đđ„đČ đđŹ đĄđąđŹ đđđđđ§đ đŹđšđšđđĄđđŹ đČđšđź đąđ§đđš đŹđ„đźđŠđđđ« đ°đĄđąđ„đ đŹđđąđ„đ„ đĄđšđ„đđąđ§đ đĄđąđŹ đĄđđ§đ.
đđ đĄđđŹ đŠđđđ đĄđąđŹ đđąđ§đđ„ đđđđąđŹđąđšđ§, đĄđ đ°đđ§đđŹ đđš đ€đđđ© đČđšđź đ°đĄđąđ„đ đĄđ đ«đđ°đ«đąđđđŹ đđĄđąđŹ đ°đšđ«đ„đ đđźđ„đ„ đšđ đŹđąđ§ đđ§đ đČđšđźđ« đ©đźđ«đ đ„đąđ đĄđ đŹđĄđđ„đ„ đ đźđąđđ đ đ§đđ° đ°đšđ«đ„đ.
âĐĐŽĐœĐ°Đ¶ĐŽŃ, ĐŒĐŸŃ ĐŽĐŸŃĐŸĐłĐ°Ń, ŃŃĐŸŃ ĐŒĐžŃ Đ±ŃĐŽĐ”Ń ĐžĐ·Đ±Đ°ĐČĐ»Đ”Đœ ĐŸŃ ĐłŃĐ”Ń Đ°, Đž ĐŒŃ ĐŸĐ±Đ° бŃĐŽĐ”ĐŒ ĐżŃĐŸŃĐČĐ”ŃĐ°ŃŃ ĐČĐŒĐ”ŃŃĐ”.â
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-ĐĐŸŃ Đ»ŃĐ±ĐŸĐČŃ= đŽđ đđđđ
-ĐŃĐ±ĐŸĐČŃ= đłđđđ
-ĐĐŸĐč ĐŽĐŸŃĐŸĐłĐŸĐč= đŽđ đ đđđ
-ĐĐŽĐœĐ°Đ¶ĐŽŃ, ĐŒĐŸŃ ĐŽĐŸŃĐŸĐłĐ°Ń, ŃŃĐŸŃ ĐŒĐžŃ Đ±ŃĐŽĐ”Ń ĐžĐ·Đ±Đ°ĐČĐ»Đ”Đœ ĐŸŃ ĐłŃĐ”Ń Đ°, Đž ĐŒŃ ĐŸĐ±Đ° бŃĐŽĐ”ĐŒ ĐżŃĐŸŃĐČĐ”ŃĐ°ŃŃ ĐČĐŒĐ”ŃŃĐ”= đ¶đđ đ đđ, đđ đ đđđ, đđđđ đđđđđ đđđđ đđ đđđđ đđ đđđ đđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđđ đđđđđđđđ.
đš/đ” = HIII iâm kei, this is my first time writing so if you read this please give me tips and suggestions. Soon i will post on what i will and wonât write about but if you have any suggestions or any comments please feel free to dm me and i will see to that, byeee.
áŻđ»đđđ đđđ đđđđđđđ đđ đđđđđđđ đđđđ, đ đđâđ đđđđđ đđ đđđđ, đđâđ đđđ đđđđđáŻ
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đ°đ đđđđâŠ
đđšđ° đđđ§ đđĄđ đŠđđ đđšđ đšđ đđĄđ đ©đšđ«đ đŠđđđąđ đđŻđđ« đ„đšđŻđ đđ§đČđšđ§đ?
đđđŹđđŹđŹđđ đ°đąđđĄ đđĄđ đđ©đ©đ«đšđŻđđ„ đšđ đĄđąđŹ đŠđđ§đđšđ«, đđđłđđą đđŹđđŠđź đđ§đ đŹđđ«đźđ đ đ„đąđ§đ đ°đąđđĄ đĄđąđŹ đđĄđ«đšđ§đąđ đ„đźđ§đ đđąđŹđđđŹđ.
đđšđ° đđđ§ đđ§đČđšđ§đ đ„đšđŻđ đŹđźđđĄ đ đ©đđ«đŹđšđ§ đ°đąđđĄ đ§đš đĄđđđ«đ, đšđ§đ„đČ đ đĄđšđ„đ„đšđ° đŹđĄđđ„đ„ đšđ đ đđšđđČ đđĄđđ đđšđ„đ„đšđ°đŹ đšđ«đđđ«đŹ.
đđšđ«đ€đąđ§đ đ°đąđđĄ đĄđąđŠ đąđŹđ§âđ đđŹ đđđ đđŹ đšđđĄđđ«đŹ đđđŹđđ«đąđđđ đŹđźđ«đ©đ«đąđŹđąđ§đ đ„đČ.
đđâđŹ đŹđđ«đšđ§đ đđ« đđĄđđ§ đĄđ đ„đšđšđ€đŹ đąđ§ đČđšđźđ« đšđ©đąđ§đąđšđ§ đđźđ đĄđ đđšđ§đŹđđđ§đđ„đČ đđĄđąđ§đ€đŹ đđĄđđ đąđŹ đ©đąđđČ đđđąđ§đ đđĄđ«đšđ°đ§ đđ đĄđąđŹ đđđđ.
đđ đšđ§đ„đČ đĄđ đđšđźđ„đ đŹđđ đĄđšđ° đŹđđ«đšđ§đ đĄđ đđ«đźđ„đČ đąđŹ đąđ§đŹđđđđ đšđ đđšđŠđ©đđ«đąđ§đ đĄđąđŠđŹđđ„đ đđš đđĄđ "đ°đđ«đđđąđ đđ«".
đđšđź đđđŠđąđ«đđ đĄđąđŠ đđźđ đĄđ đŹđđ° đČđšđź đđŹ đ đđąđŹđđ«đđđđąđšđ§ đĄđ đđšđ§đŻđąđ§đđđ đĄđąđŠđŹđđ„đ.
đđ đĄđđŹ đđš đ€đđđ© đĄđąđŹ đ«đđ©đźđđđđąđšđ§ đšđ« đĄđ đ°đšđ§âđ đ đđ đđđłđđą đđ©đ©đ«đšđŻđđ„ đĄđ đđšđ§đŹđđđ§đđ„đČ đŹđđČđŹ đđš đĄđąđŠđŹđđ„đ.
đđšđź đđ„đ°đđČđŹ đŹđđđČđđ đ°đąđđĄ đĄđąđŠ đđđŹđ©đąđđ đ€đ§đšđ°đąđ§đ đđĄđ đđ«đźđđĄ, đđĄđšđźđ đĄ đĄđ đ§đđŻđđ« đđ±đ©đ«đđŹđŹđđŹ đąđ, đČđšđź đđ„đ°đđČđŹ đ€đ§đđ°.
đđđŹđ©đąđđ đđĄđđŹđ đđđđ„đąđ§đ đŹ đĄđ đĄđđ đđšđ°đđ«đđŹ đČđšđź, đČđšđź đđđđđ©đđđ đąđ đđ§đ đ§đđŻđđ« đĄđđđđ đĄđąđŠ đđšđ« đąđ, đČđšđź đđ„đ°đđČđŹ đŹđĄđšđ° đđĄđđ đČđšđźâđ«đ đĄđđ«đ đđšđ« đĄđąđŠ đđŻđđ§ đąđ đĄđ đŹđđČđŹ đĄđ đđšđđŹđ§âđ đ§đđđ đČđšđź, đČđšđź đđ„đ°đđČđŹ đđđ€đ đđđ«đ đšđ đĄđąđŠ đđŻđđ§ đ°đĄđđ§ đĄđ đŹđđČđŹ đĄđ đđšđŹđđ§đ đ§đđđ đđš đđ đđđ€đđ§ đđđ«đ đšđ, đČđšđź đđŻđđ§ đ«đđđŹđŹđźđ«đ đĄđąđŠ đ°đĄđđ§ đĄđ đŹđđČđŹ đĄđ đđšđđŹđ§âđ đ§đđđ đ«đđđŹđŹđźđ«đđ§đđ.
đđąđ§ đđđ§ đŹđđ đąđ, đŹđĄđ đŹđđđŹ đČđšđźđ« đ„đšđŻđ đąđŹ đ«đđđ„ đđšđ« đĄđđ« đđ«đšđđĄđđ« đđđŹđ©đąđđ đĄđąđŹ đđ đ đ«đđŹđŹđąđŻđ đđđđąđđźđđ đđšđ°đđ«đđŹ đČđšđź, đŹđĄđ đ€đ§đšđ°đŹ đĄđđ« đđ«đšđđĄđđ« đđ©đ©đ«đđđąđđđđŹ đđĄđđŹđ đđđđ„đąđ§đ đŹ đđ§đ đ đđŹđđźđ«đđŹ.
đđ đđđ€đ§đšđ°đ„đđđ đđŹ đđŻđđ«đČđđĄđąđ§đ đČđšđź đđš đŹđąđ„đđ§đđ„đČ, đĄđ đđšđźđ„đđ§âđ đ„đđ đČđšđź đ€đ§đšđ° đĄđąđŹ đđ«đźđ đđđđ„đąđ§đ đŹ đČđđ, đĄđ đđđđđ©đđđ đĄđąđŹ đđđđ„đąđ§đ đŹ đ„đšđ§đ đđąđŠđ đđ đš đđźđ đĄđ đđšđđŹđ§âđ đ°đđ§đ đđš đĄđźđ«đ đČđšđź.
đđâđŹ đźđ§đđđ§đąđđđ„đ, đđĄđ đŠđđ đđšđ đšđ đđĄđ đ©đšđ«đ đŠđđđąđ đĄđđŹ đđđ„đ„đđ§ đąđ§ đ„đšđŻđ đ°đąđđĄ đČđšđź, đĄđ đ°đšđ§âđ đ„đđ đđ§đČđšđ§đ đ€đ§đšđ° đđĄđ đđ«đźđđĄ đđĄđšđźđ đĄ đĄđ đ°đđ§đđŹ đđš đđđĄđąđđŻđ đĄđąđŹ đ đšđđ„đŹ đđđđšđ«đ đĄđ đđđ„đ„đŹ đČđšđź.
đđĄđđŹđ đđĄđšđźđ đĄđđŹ đ«đźđ§ đđĄđ«đšđźđ đĄ đĄđąđŹ đĄđđđ đđŹ đĄđ đ©đźđŹđĄđđŹ đđđźđŹđĄđą đđ°đđČ đđ«đšđŠ đ đźđ€đźđđĄđąâđŹ đđ„đđđ.
âđđšđź đđđŠđ§ đđšđšđ„, đĄđźđ«đ«đČ đźđ© đđ§đ đ đšâ, đĄđ đŹđđąđ đđŹ đ đźđ€đźđđĄđą đŹđ„đąđđđ đĄđąđŹ đ§đđđ€.
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god, oda is so hard to write. even after reading both the oda-perspective light novels, his dialogue always comes across as "off" to me. i need an official "how to write oda" handbook with textbook examples.
agreed
dazai osamu has such youngest child energy. i mean, he definitely has the little brother annoyingness, but also the attentiveness that comes from people constantly forgetting he's in the room if he stays quiet long enough, as is the curse of the youngest child. if he was actually birthed and didn't just spawn i bet his parents would always forget he was there.
I kinda want smth like that...
Listen, I posted about this on twitter, but Kunichuuzai breakfast club au!!
Chuuya the ârebelâ Kunikida the ânerdâ and Dazai the âoutcastâ end up in detention together for 8 hours under the supervision of one Ougai Mori.
They hate each other at first, but after enough conversations, shenanigans, and some weed, they end up revealing things theyâd never shared before. Chuuya talks about his shitty home life, Dazai talks about his suicide attempt, and Kunikida talks about the pressures of being âgiftedâ and howâhey, his life actually sucks.
And by the end of it, by the time they eave that school, Kunikida has two phone numbers written on his wrist, a hickey hidden under the collar of his shirt, and a promise of a future with two boys he never in a million years would have even spoken to previous to this
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âOsamu Dazai
âPm!Dazai Dating Osadaku's Younger sister
âDazai having an s/o whose ability is similar to Megumi Fushiguru's from Jjk
âDazai with an s/o who has a sensitive neck
âDazai with an s/o who's giving birth to his child
âSmut Drabble
âLove Like Cherry Blossoms (Fic)
â"Are you gonna kiss me or not?"
â"Are you enjoying yourself, Belladonna?"
âChuuya Nakahara
âChuuya with a fem!reader who is a great match for him
âChuuya with an s/o who has a personality similar to Dazai
âRest with me (With Fem!reader)
âFirst kiss headcanons
âRelationship Headcanons
âFinding s/o's sex toys
âAtsushi Nakajima
âAtsushi with a sweet and shy s/o
âAtsushi with a melodramatic s/o
âAtsushi and the reader being his older sister
âAtsushi with a nonbinary s/o who seems out-going but is actually insecure and quiet
âWedding headcanons for Atsushi and his s/o
âMaking out headcanons for Atsushi and fem!reader
âFinding his s/o in his clothes,trying to imitate him
âMeeting a flirty reader for the first time
âWhen the reader sees him as a tiger for the first time
âBeing with an affectionate but insecure s/o
âBeing with a female s/o who can turn into a wolf
âThe misunderstanding (Ft. Fem!Reader)
âWith an s/o who's quiet in large crowds
âRyuunosuke Akutagawa
âAkutagawa being friends with a reader who's got sweet but sassy personality
âAkutagawa with a Fem!reader who looks up to him
âAkutagawa Dating Atsushi's twin sister | Part 1 & Part 2 & Part3
âWedding headcanons for Akutagawa and fem!reader
âAkutagawa with reader being his younger sister
âCuddling with his s/o after a long day
âThe reader has a crush on him so she messes with Higuchi
âWhen hes sick and refuses to rest (Ft. Fem!Reader)
âGetting to be your first time
âFyodor Dostoevsky
âFyodor teaching his s/o how to play the cello
âPronouncing his last name incorrectly
âThigh riding with Fem!Reader
âReader sitting on his lap
âCuddling with Fem!Reader
âNikolai Gogol
âOut of condoms? Not a problem
âBrat taming his S/O
âMornings with him
â"Do you need to use your safeword, Darling?"
âThirsting over his body
âSigma
â"When I wake up,you'll still be here; right?"
âMotojiro Kajii
âFirst kiss scenario with fem!reader
âVarious Characters
âHow would bsd men lick pussy | Dazai & Chuuya & Atsushi & Akutagawa
âWith a s/o who got genderbent into a guy | Dazai & Atsushi
âWith a s/o who has suicidal thoughts due to severe depression | Dazai & Chuuya
âReacting to their s/o squirting | All Characters
âWhen their s/o is cold | All Characters
âWith a shy,nonbinary s/o | Akutagawa & Atsushi
âWhen they witness their soon-to-be girlfriend kicking out her cheating ex-boyfriend | Akutagawa & Atsushi
âTelling them "I hate you" while being intimate | All Characters
âKissing them in the middle of an argument | Chuuya & Kunikida
âTheir reaction when you say youre pregnant while talking to your friend on the phone and then leave the car | Chuuya & Atsushi
âThings that BSD men would cheat on you with | All Characters
âWhen you fake an orgasm | All Characters
âBeing colligeaues with a Shy fem!reader | Atsushi & Dazai & Chuuya
âWith a shy, soft spoken s/o | Atsushi & Dazai
âGiving their friend headpats after a tiring mission | Part 1 & Part 2
âWhen you bite their cheek | Dazai & Chuuya & Atsushi
âFellas grab your ladies trend | Dazai & Kunikida & Atsushi & Akutagawa & Chuuya
âComforting their s/o when she feels down | Higuchi & Dazai & Atsushi
âPlatonic headcanons in high school Au | Dazai & Fyodor
âWhat their sexuality might be | Dazai & Kunikida & Atsushi & Yosano & Tanizaki & Ranpo
âPretending to give them head | Dazai & Chuuya & Atsushi
âTexting them "He's gone you can come over" | Dazai & Chuuya & Atsushi & Sigma & Fyodor
âGiving them head | Dazai & Chuuya & Ranpo & Nikolai & Tachihara
âBeing jealous of their child | Dazai & Chuuya & Ranpo & Nikolai & Fyodor
âGoing down on you | Dazai & Tachihara & Chuuya & Yosano & Fyodor & Nikolai & Ranpo
âFeeling sore the morning after | Dazai & Nikolai & Ranpo & Chuuya & Mori & Tachihara & Fyodor
âWith a chubby reader | Nikolai & Atsushi & Akutagawa
âTeasing them | Dazai & Fyodor & Nikolai & Ranpo & Chuuya
âSitting on their lap | Dazai & Kaji & Ranpo & Nikolai & Chuuya
âSitting on their face | Dazai & Ranpo & Chuuya & Nikolai & Fyodor & Tachihara & Mori & Jounou & Atsushi & Sigma & Poe
âMessing up his meeting with your dad | Dazai & Kunikida & Chuuya & Tachihara & Tanizaki & Ranpo & Nikolai & Sigma
âCalling them "Daddy" | Dazai & Chuuya & Akutagawa & Atsushi & Fyodor & Nikolai
âGetting to be your first time | Dazai & Chuuya
âWorshipping your boobs | Dazai & Nikolai & Chuuya & Ranpo & Jouno
âDrunk confession | Dazai & Chuuya & Fyodor
âIncorrect Quotes
One â Two â Three â Four â Five â Six â Seven â Eight
To be added...
Love Like Cherry Blossoms
âSeries Masterlist
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Pairings: Dazai x Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Smut, Fantasy, Humor, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Cussing, NSFW content, Etc.
Summary: Y/n is a normal citizen with a normal life. Everything in her life goes as planned; work, home, eat, sleep and back to work; but things suddenly change when she switches bodies with a member of the ADA, by accident.
Status: Ongoing
One â Two â Three
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Getting to be your first time
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Pairing: Dazai, Chuuya X Fem!Reader
Request: "Chuuya and Dazai with a fem reader thatâs a shy virgin that has never managed to pleasure herself, thatâs whatâs on my filthy mind rn" âBy lovely anon!!â
Genre: Smut
Format: Drabble
Warnings: NSFW! content, Pet names (Doll), Vaginal penetration, Cunnilingus, Oral (F receiving), etc
Word Count: 0.7K
A/n: Eye eye captain!
âłOsamu Dazai
The way you try to hide your face as his tongue goes deeper inside you has him losing his fucking mind. Dazai has taken a lot of virginities, he's been lots of people's "first time"; but not once he had ever felt special, not like how he feels now.
He's amused with how sensitive you are, and how you refuse to let go of his hand despite facing the need to squirm around. He's told you to let go and don't hold yourself back multiple times, but you just don't listen;
it's like you're asking him to take the lead and show you how loud he can make you become, without actually saying it.
Dazai is having the time of his life down there. He loves it when no matter how much he eats you out, your pussy still gets wet with even more arousal.
He decides to be gentle with you, to not rush anything and go on slowly. He takes his time, leaning closer to bask you with euphoria as he makes out with your cunt, delighted by the way you moan whenever he pokes your clit with his tongue.
"O-Osamu... I- I think I'm..."
No. He can't hold back anymore. Not when you call out for him this prettily.
Dazai Osamu is one greedy man, and he does not hesitates to show it off. He slowly rubs your entrance with one digit while focusing on the sensitive spot on your clit, and spares no pain to suck on the tender flesh to earn louder whines from you. Maybe you're just as greedy as he is; or else you wouldn't throw your head back and push his head further to your core, making the poor man suffocate between your thighs. But he is not irritated even one bit; Running out of breath while he has you screaming for him in his last moments are a dream he lives to see it becoming true.
He will try to be good for you, and maybe you will let him take his frustration out on your tight little pussy tonight,
and for many more nights to come.
âłChuuya Nakahara
Chuuya can't decide if his pleased with the current situation, or annoyed.
Of course he's happy that he finally gets to have you all to himself, hell he will even refer to his current mood as "head over heels"; but it's not gonna work out if you keep hiding your face with your hands.
He gently grasps your hands and pulls them aside, revealing your gorgeous flushed face and an innocent look in your eyes that drives him insane. He just can't understand why you try so hard to keep him from seeing your pretty face and your cute little whimpers.
"Do you trust me, doll?"
Nod.
"Then stop holding back, ok? I wanna see you baby. All of you. You're so gorgeous sweetheart. Fucking breathtaking for me. So don't shy away anymore, alright?"
After seeing your nod of approval, he smirks and kisses your jawline as he starts rocking his hips back and forth again, satisfied when he finally hears your moans clearly. He hisses when he feels your hand approaching your mouth to cover it again, so he suddenly bites your neck.
Your loud whimper definitely fueled his ego, more than he expected.
Needy lips targeting the sensitive spot on your neck, attacking the warm skin with kitty licks and kisses are not exactly helping. You can't hold yourself from giving in anymore; digging your nails in his back while wrapping your legs around him are just making it more obvious.
Chuuya can clearly feel you getting closer to your release as your moans become louder and your grasp around him tightens, and he can't wait to feel your walls squeeze around him as you hide your face in the crook of his neck.
He would have told you that this was not going to be the end of the night, but the fun must be saved from ruining, right?
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Love Like Cherry Blossoms
âOsamu Dazai X Fem!Reader
Summary: Y/n is a normal citizen with a normal life. Everything in her life goes as planned; work, home, eat, sleep and back to work; but things suddenly change when she switches bodies with a member of the ADA, by accident.
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Smut, Fantasy, Humor
Warnings: Mentions of male genitals, Coming out of coma, Body swapping
Word Count: 1.5K
A/n: This chapter is based on the webtoon "Turn to prince charming", which is where I got the original idea from. It's available on webcomics if you're interested!
Series Masterlist â Part Two
Vacuity.
It's what you've been feeling for... How long? You're not exactly sure, but it seems to be quite a while from the looks of it.
This place seems... Unfamiliar. Numb, senseless, and disturbing. You're floating around in a blank space you don't recognize, the light is blocking your vision and no matter how much you struggle, you can't move a single inch. This torpidness is illogically painful, you want to cry but there's no such thing as tears coming out of your eyes. It's only fear, tediousness, and irritation. But what hurts the most is...
You don't know what to do to free yourself from this nightmare.
Wake up.
It's a new voice coming from behind, and it feels so holy that you almost think it's a figment of your imagination and turn a blind eye to it; but you keep hearing it continuously. It's calling out to... You probably, since you're the only one who's present; but that's why you're confused.
Someone else has stepped into this dismal dimension.
...Actually, no; he was probably here from the beginning. He's been watching you from the very start, and after all the time you tried to run away from the blinding lights, now he wants to offer you a hand and help you out.
About time.
You look around, desperately searching for any sign of life and moving thing, but there's no one here except you, yet the voice doesn't stop echoing in the space.
Wake up.
You want to take his hand and run away with him, but you can't see any hand stretched out to hold yours and help you up. His voice comes from a very close distance, like he's whispering it next to your ear. Even though you cant see him, it doesn't scare you; it caresses your soul, comforts your broken heart, and kisses your spiritual scars.
You want to see your savior.
You cry out for him. Your throat stings and you cry out again and again, but nothing changes; except for his sentence becoming longer.
You should wake up.
And that's when you finally meet his cold, gorgeous hazel eyes; and through his bright, rueful smile, you suddenly realize the truth.
He isn't your savior.
He's just another victim.
"I know that it hurts, but you need to wake up"
When your eyes finally shoot open, the lights in the room bothers you again; but in the brief second you caught a glimpse of the room, you recognize the white walls, a packet of serum hanging on a metal pile, and the figure of a white haired boy sitting next to your bed, dozing off.
A hospital.
But I don't know this person.
You look around the room for any sign of familiarity, but when you don't find anything again, a frustrated sigh escapes you lips.
Well, at least I can move around now.
Careful not to wake the man up, you get out of the bed and drag the metal pile with you to a door you assume is the bathroom, which turns out to be right when you open it. You feel a bit dizzy that might be actually the result of your long coma; but there's another strange thing as well;
you're taller than you used to be.
Shaking your head to the side, you shrug your shoulders and unzip your pants to get rid of the pressure coming from your full bladders; but just as you're about to sit on the toilet, something new catches your eye.
A penis.
You giggle lightly and take a look at your member again. People were right! It sure is small when it's not erected. It has the same color as your skin and It kind of looks weird too... But at least it's shaved! Not completely though... But you can work with this too. And also...
Now you can pee while standing up!
Maybe life is showing its kind side to you again.
You mumble your favorite song as you take a piss, excited when it goes right inside the toilet. You're so good at aiming! If there was ever a competition about who can shoot their urine right inside the toilet, you probably would have been the winner, although this is actually the first time you're trying this out.
Wait.
You look at the penis again, and your blood freezes in your veins, because the last time you checked, you were definitely a woman.
Did you... get gender bent? Maybe they had to... turn you into a guy to save your life? What a pile of nonsense! Even if that's true...
Why are you taller than before?
You get up as fast as you can and run toward the mirror, and when you look at yourself, you're met with a foreign face of a brunette man with dashing looks. What shocks you more is his eyes, the same eyes you saw before you regain consciousness. You later realize that the voice you heard before is also his; but now, all you try to do is to scream, which results in a strident sound reminding you that sadly, men can't scream, and also in two people barging inside the bathroom- one of them is the one you saw earlier, and the other one is a white haired young boy, who's wearing an expression like he's been worried sick.
"Dazai? What's going on?"
Dazai?
As the taller man speaks up, you wonder if you recall knowing anyone named "Dazai", who you've been mistaken for. But maybe this isn't a mistake after all- maybe it's time for you to face the truth;
that you've switched bodies with some guy you don't even know.
Yet you still got a question to answer.
Looking at the blonde's stressed face, you bite your bottom lip with discomfort and let out a worried gasp.
"I... I have a penis, and I look hot"
His teeth grit.
"No Kunikida! Don't hit him!"
Dazai on the other hand, is having the time of his life.
"C'mon ladies! What are you afraid of? Hug me a bit tighter!"
Your friends share a confused look between each other and tighten their grip around whom they assume is you, but is actually a perverted man with handsy manner.
"Ahhhhh, I nearly died. What a tragedy indeed! Aren't you all happy that I've survived? You can express your happiness by giving me a kiss, you know. I won't mind it at all~"
For someone who's been in a coma for nearly two weeks, Dazai sure is energetic. The doctors were all so taken aback that they got him a blood test to check if he's feeling alright or not, but everything was normal, except for his behavior. Well, yours, to be specific. Your friends have never seen you so... weird; yet they don't say anything because you're back, and that's all that matters. Nearly.
Dazai is feeling blessed. At first he was disappointed since he was literally at death's door but somehow survived; but all those negative feelings faded away when he looked down and saw two pair of boobs on his body. His lips curled up into a wide smirk, and then called out for the people outside, bringing him to his current situation.
One of your friends caresses his hair and looks at him with pure concern. "Y/n... Are you really ok? We wanted to sue that scumbag who hit you with his car, but he also got lapsed into a coma and we weren't sure if you wanted us to... "
Scumbag? Oh! They're talking about him.
"No need to do that, pretty! I'm sure he's a decent man with pure heart and killer looksâ besides, accidents happen, right?"
"Oh? Sure... Apparently he's waken up too by the way! You might not wanna sue him but we can go to his room and kick that careless ass of his! Why don't you wanna sue him anyway? These careless people piss me offâ he nearly took your life!"
Dazai feels a tiny bit guilty. All he wanted to do was to mess with Kunikida, and what better way than stealing the key of his new car? Although he was caught in the act and had to turn on the engine in order to run away from a shouting, raged Kunikida, forgetting the fact that he doesn't know how to drive a car. He eventually lost control of the car and all he thought of doing was to pull up the car, to avoid crashing into anything.And of all people, you had to run in the middle of the road.
All Dazai saw before his head hit the windscreen was you, collapsing on the ground, your head getting struck against the street corner.
"No need... Actually, if his colleagueâ or whatever, comes here, shoo him away somehow. Tell him that he's one hundred percent forgiven but I don't want to see them ever again, ok? Especially if the guy's name was Kunikida"
Right. For now, all he should do is relax, enjoy himself and avoid everyone until things get calmer.
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Love Like Cherry Blossoms
âOsamu Dazai X Fem!Reader
Summary: Y/n is a normal citizen with a normal life. Everything in her life goes as planned; work, home, eat, sleep and back to work; but things suddenly change when she switches bodies with a member of the ADA, by accident.
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Smut, Fantasy, Humor
Warnings: Mentions of female body parts, Dazai being a creep, language
Word Count: 2.4K
A/n: From now on, I will use she/her pronouns for Dazai and he/him for reader.
Series Masterlist â Part Three
"So?"
The young woman slowly tilts her head to the side, sending a relatively sharp gaze toward her boss who's sitting in front of her behind his fancy ass desk.
"So?!"
"So Why did you call me in the middle of work hours? I doubt that the reason is to stare at each other's faces!"
The manager closely examines the woman's face. Her h/c hair is perfectly curled as always, her makeup is light and heartwarming though it's not as nice as ever due to her mascara spreading under her eyes, her face is decorated with a soft smile that he is used to see every time she arrives at the café; everything looks soothing and normal.
Then, why the hell is she creeping the shit out of him ever since that bloody accident?
"Listen y/n, the reason I called you to my office was that... We got a few complains from a couple of customers"
"Oh? What does it have to do with me?"
"The complains were about you"
The man holds a small ipad in front of her, shrinking his hand when she slowly takes it to avoid any type of physical contact. Y/n however is calm, her smile extending as she reads the unpleasant remarks about herself.
NekoChan42: Have you guys seen that barista from Kiyomi coffee house? She had an accident a few weeks ago and now that she's recovered... She looks weird.
DaishouKoganeeee: Tell me about it! Yesterday I went there to order a cup of Turkish coffee, but she didn't even take my order! Said that she was busy at the moment; busy with grabbing her boobs and smirking at the sight like a fucking creep.
HelpI'm6feetunder: Well can't really blame her, I would have done the same if I had access to those boobs...
Y/n smirks as she places the device on the desk, pushing it toward the manager without making any attempt to break eye contact. It's unlikely for her to be this relaxed in a situation like this, given how frightened she used to get every time he called her to his office. She's actually one of the best workers he has ever hired; always on time, always wearing a nice smile and a nice attitude toward the customers, it's the reason why the café is so busy ever since she was hired; because nobody can resist that pretty smile and that angelic look of hers, not even the manager himself.
When she remains silent for a while, the man has to speak up in order to break the tension filling the room. "Well? Care to explain yourself?"
"I am surprised that you're scolding me for this sir" The woman's voice sounds really confident, maybe too much for someone who's caught checking out her own body in front of other people. "I mean... How you ever even touched women's breasts in your life?"
"Excuse me?" The manager looks irritated, not only because she's saying such lewd things in front of him, but because she actually has a point.
"Those soft comfy meatballs that make the most important curves of a woman's body, making all men drool over how stunning she looks in a fine black dress, showing off those flawless creations... Ah! They really are god's masterpiece."
It's odd to be both touched and petrified at that sensual little speech of hers, but it's what the manager's feeling at the moment.
A few knocks on the door earns the manager's attention. He spares a glance at y/n, granting the permissions for the interrupter to come in.
It's Asami, the cashier. "Ah, sorry for intrusion; but can you dismiss y/n? We're short-staffed today because Amane is on her day off, so we really need y/n right now"
The manager actually feels at ease. He's not sure if he wants to keep up with this conversation, so he might as well grab the opportunity to free himself from this state. "Sure, we will continue this later"
With a small bow, the woman exits the office, heading to counter while fixing her apron. Asami hurriedly shoves the coffee tray in her hand. "C'mon c'mon, take this coffee to table three. He's been waiting for almost fifteen minutes"
Table three. It's placed at the corner of the café that has dim lights, and doesn't really stand out. It's the perfect place for lovey dovey couples, and also for someone who wants to avoid attention.
As the woman approaches the table, the sight of the brunette catches her eye. She can only see his back, but only from that she can tell how uncomfortable he's due to his figure being so stiff, something that scarcely happened to her when she was... him.
She keeps smiling. The atmosphere is so drastic yet she doesn't lose any bit of her calm, placing the coffee on the table. The man looks up from the table and stares at the woman, looking shocked. It's not like he didn't expect her hereâ he was actually waiting for her to deliver her order; he just isn't used to seeing his own body standing in front of him.
"Well hello there, y/n" The woman flashes him a soft smile. "To what do I own the pleasure?"
The mans expression is not surprised anymore. There are fade shades of anger and threat in his eyes, and he looks like he's about to pull out a gun from his pocket and kill her right on the spot.
"We need to talk."
"There you are, you bandage wasting machine"
Bandage wasting machine. A name that he's been called ever since he woke up from coma.
Y/n does not expect to be called by his own name, but being called by a name rather than insults is not much to ask for.
Kunikida has been keeping an eye on you since the day you opened your eyes from your long, stressing sleep. He is always monitoring your actions carefully, shoving the medicine in your mouth claiming that you'll lie about taking it again, suspiciously asking you if your report was written by yourself or you made poor Atsushi to do it again, repeatedly saying you have smacked your head against a wall or something...
This Dazai person must have been a real pain in the ass, and now that she's got a hold of your body, you're not very eager to take it back; because god knows what hell of a mess is waiting for you in your own life.
You couldn't come up with any other excuse better than coming down with sudden amnesia. It was stupid and typical, but strangely, they all bought it. It wasn't even luckâ you strongly doubt that luck is in anyway involved with this person, but it was weird how a couple of as sharp as a tack detectives believed your crap, since you've never been much of a skillful liar.
Not that you're exactly complaining though.
Looking to your left, your eyes set on the white-haired boy's sympathetic smile. He's been the most considerate one around, the only person that never gives you a hard time and is the only normal person around here.
Ah, normality.
You have to do many things to seem normal. You have to carry a suicide book that gives you the creeps literally everywhere with you, have to wear a roll of bandages although your skin itches underneath them and you're tired of replacing them with new oneâ which is something that Dazai herself probably avoided to, in the mornings, you have to annoy the poor blonde man and mess with his habit of writing down everything in his apparently pricey book; and these are not a peace of cake to you, at all.
Yet you have no choice but to play along with the rhythm.
Kunikida's voice takes you out of zone, bringing you back to reality. "I'm heading to a mission with Atsushi. Since all the other employees are off to do their own tasks and no one's here, I need to make sure that you'll be alright by yourself"
You really want to protest and give him an earful; but honestly, can you even blame him? Dazai wouldn't be alright by herself. She probably would set the whole building on fire and by the time his coworkers arrive there would be nothing but ashes left.
"...You've been acting odd lately. Decent, responsible, it's not really you. I hope it's not one of your stupid tactics before a suicide attempt"
The guy is just worried about his friend.
Although he just mentioned that your acting skill haven't been up to much, you don't hold back from smiling at yourâ no, his colleague. "I'm alright, Kunikida. I am thankful for your concern, but nothing's going on. I guess I'm just... ah... trying to be a better version of myself? You know... since I nearly died and now I value life..."
A pile of crap indeed. Dazai Is probably asking women to commit suicide with her at the moment. You won't be surprised if you find yourself to be known as a lesbian when you get back into your own body.
Kunikida won't buy it, you think to yourself; but the knot on his eyebrows slowly fading away prove you wrong.
"I certainly hope that's the case... Well then, we're off"
After a week, you're finally alone by yourself.
There's nothing much to do around here. You don't understand anything of their work and you try not to get involved as much as possible. It's obvious that Dazai was good at what she did since people are looking up to you to get back to work, but you aren't Dazai. You're just a barista.
You get up and stretch your arms, deciding to give the café downstairs a visit. At least there are some people there and you don't have to be alone in this dangerous place anymore. God knows what kind of ability user will barge in and take your head. You're aware of Dazai's nullifying ability and you know martial arts yourself, but none of them would be enough to stop the trespasser, or at least that's what you think.
As you take the stair to the first floor, your first time at the cafĂ© comes into your mind. Kunikida told you to act decentâ no, it was more like threatening you not to flirt with the waitress or he will roll up his sleeves and have the honor of beating the shit out of your ass himself.
All you know is that Dazai was a playboy, an irresponsible man who never took care of himself and made everyone else worry about him, a smarty pants who apparently had a lot of enemies after his blood, and basically, a menace to the society.
"Welcome, Mr. Dazai"
It's the waitress, standing behind the counter with a warm smile. She looks as pretty and lively as always, making you suddenly wonder if you can actually blame Dazai for setting his eyes on her. She was gorgeous.
"Is there anything you would like to eat?"
Kunikida always picked up the tab, so it actually feels weird to come here alone. You're usually the one who prepares the orders, not the other way around.
"Some tea would be nice" "I will get it right away"
The waitress heads to the kitchen after politely nodding, leaving you alone with your thoughts. How did this even happen in the beginning? How long are you going to be in this body? Is there anyway to get back? Or are you trapped here for the rest of your life? Because that would be a nightmare. The salary here is higher than it was in your previous job, but you don't know what to do here. This position isn't made for you. All you can do is just helping out regular employees to organize paperwork, but that still won't save you from being a target. Everything is risky here.
Ability users scare you. You've never been involved with one before, and now you're literally one of them. It's a huge step. Too much.
"Here's your tea sir"
The small sound caused by the cup placing on the wooden counter is delightful.
"Thank you! How much is it?"
Oh.
Dread finds its way to the woman's face as he turns back to look at you with disbelief and shock.
Great. What the fuck did I do this time?
"You... want to... pay?"
You're now as shocked as her. It can't be... so this dumbass never paid for himself?
"Eh... yes"
"Oh that's great news!" She sounds a little too happy. "I was actually going to mention the life insurance again, but it's great to see you finally deciding to pay!"
Dazai... I'm going to murder you.
You beam modestly, taking a sip from the cup.
"In that case... Will you also pay your debt anytime soon?"
The damn drink shoots out of your mouth. Of course there's a debt.
You literally want to slam your head against the wall, but something stops you. This Dazai person has a lot of shit going on. Maybe you could help her a bit by helping her to get out of the red. Thankfully, it's the beginning of the month and your credit card is not empty yet; so you reach out for your wallet, happy with this charity-like gesture as you open it to hand in the money.
"I will. How much should I pay?"
"Thank you so much for finally doing this! Well, the total of your six months debt comes to..."
Your jaw drops.
"What?"
The waitress flashes you a weird look. She was surprised when you didn't hit on her like youâ Dazai usually did, and how your attitude has changed so much, but you are still intelligent, right? You must've known that your debt is huge since you didn't pay for your meals for six months.
Except that you don't have a clue about anything, and you're literally about to rage.
"Howâ Whatâ Whenâ Are you fuckiâ That's what I make in almost a year! Justâ Bye!"
You run. You just run out of the café, humiliated. You know where you're going. Oh, you gotta inform her that she has one more enemy now. You're going strangle her. You're going to kill her! You don't even care if that would be in her favor because she'll get to die by the hands of you, a woman. Can you even be counted as a woman anymore?
Fuck this shit. I'm gonna give her a peace of my mind.
Which brings you to your current situation.
Dazai is looking at you with an annoying smirk, and you don't know if you want to punch your own face or not.
"Sit the fuck down, you fucking creep"
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No normal person would feel so calm in this situation, Dazai thinks.
Chuuya, fresh out of Corruption, laying on his lap. They're even surrounded by enemies obliterated by the might of Arahabakiâof Chuuya. Then again, neither of them have ever been the most normal of people, have they?
Ethereal Silhouettes
In a world of magical artifacts, creatures, and races; what does it mean to be human?
When prince Shuuji finds himself an opportunity to escape his terrible family, he takes it. Not long after, he discovers his family had concluded that he must be dead. Finding himself truly free for the first time, he travels. One thing leads to the other and Dazai meets an old friend, learns about this world he was trapped from, and is sent to complete a seemingly impossible quest at the same time.
Who is behind all of this? Is this all fate? And how will it end?
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Soukoku-focused fantasy au in my own original world!
THREE CHAPTERS OUT!
Bury Me In Your Memory // I'm Not The Girl I Ought To Be - BSD Dazai-centric Fic (MANGA SPOILERS)
i surprised myself with this one
nahh this wasnt even in the wips im working on i literally started it a few hours ago and speedran it
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Sigma took in a sharp intake of air. âThis is no time to be hosting some happy quiz! Thereâs no time, tell me now! We have to be escape faster than Dostââ
Dazai smugly grinned. âWe arenât going to escape.â
Those words made the white-haired maleâs eyes widen. â..What? What are you saying? Have you gone insane? If youâre not going to escape, how could you possibly win?â
He pointed his finger up. âItâs simple.â A sinister look replaced his grin. âBefore the time runs out, we kill Dostoevsky.â
---- OR its literally just chapter 101
Skk angst scenarios that live in my head rent free tho I have no time/courage to write them as a whole fic (Part 2):
Tw: Ptsd, implied/mentioned torture, panic attack symptoms, iatrophobia (fear of doctors)
Decided to put Chuuya through it this time . Enjoy :>
(1/2)
Chuuya wakes up from corruption the first time (after all the events of SB) and finds himself in a hospital bed.
His eyes are hazy as he tries to scan the room, blurred by anesthesia. It's all white, frantic shadows casting along. His own breath is loud, clouding the mask he's wearing. The urge to go back to sleep is strong, but he clings to consciousness, tries to make sense of things-
He chokes when he spots a figure in a white coat leaning over the bed.
It's a man- dark haired and soft-voiced. And because he can't see past the length of his arm, he's faceless.
The heart monitor's beeps are frantic and grate on his senses, and Chuuya can't even twitch. The oxygen mask has turned translucent, the clouds stiff and condencing faster than they should. He can't breathe- he can't-
"Chuuya-kun. You're in Mori's infirmary, my infirmary. There is nothing to fear."
The faceless figure says, and Chuuya wants to believe it, so he tries to squint his eyes, make out any features, but it's impossible with the heart desperate to beat out of his chest, the labcoat and latex gloves towering over him.
"Chuuya-kun, can you hear me? It's okay. You are safe."
He knows he should be. It's his boss, the man he'd pledged his loyalty for. He knows there is no reason for him to think otherwise. There is no threat of him getting dissected, torn up, burnt, or tied down like some monster but still-- still...
He's terrified, he's so fucking terrified and he can't help it.
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âPart 1 - Part 2.2â
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Souheki fic sneak peak!!
I felt bad about not posting so here you go!! :)
TW: SUICIDE MENTION
POV: your colleague comes to the hospital on each of your attempts even when you tell him he doesn't have to
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it's a bsd Ă mha fic and it's the classic skk infiltrate ua or whatever and I am searching for it because of a specific scene I remember and it's basically cops and robbers w the whole class and skk were on opposite sides I think and nobody was listening to dazais suggestions (i think iida was on his team and dazai was getting annoyed by him) so he just gets pissed and then after the exercise hes annoyed and when he meets back up w everyone he just drapes himself over chuuya to recharge lol
THIS IS SO NONSPECIFIC AND IM SORRY BUT I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT AND I NEED TO REREAD IT NOW BUT ITS LOST IN MY TABS AND THERES SO MANY MHA X BSD FICS I CANT FIND IT PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME đđđđđđ