#bsd oneshot

bsd boys x reader

wc : 3.k

warnings : mentions of blood, death, suicide, and abuse

synopsis : the nightmares that plagued them made them tired all the time, and you were tired of seeing them not get the sleep they deserved, so you decided to take matters into your own hands

a/n : remake! also I know how ‘No Longer Human’ works, I just wanted to include Dazai anyway because I really liked it, so let’s just pretend~ <3

Ability Name : ‘Dream Beneath the Vast Open Skies’ allows the user to see into someone’s dreams as well as take those dreams away and replace it with one of their own thought, but in doing so, they must endure the stolen dreams themselves

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Dazai

• It wasn’t anything new— Dazai’s nightmares. They were common, as sad as it was to say, but you were always told “Just wake me up, okay Bella? Being held in your arms will make it all go away!”
• And while he did find comfort in your arms, you knew it didn’t just miraculously make all of his pain go away. You couldn’t just idly sit around anymore; you knew how Dazai’s ability worked but what kind of partner are you if you didn’t even try?
• So, when Dazai started to fidget in his sleep again, brows furrowed, you slung your book to the side and shuffled closer to him. Taking in a deep breath, you prayed to whatever god may be out there and placed your hands over his head, activating your ability
• It was dark for a while, making your hope diminish, but then things started to change. Reality around you shifted and you could feel the familiar feeling of your ability at work. You’d succeeded- it didn’t cancel out
• The first thing you saw, or first person, rather, was Dazai. One eye was covered with a bandage, clothes all blacked out. He was much shorter now- maybe 13 or 14- and you were honestly tempted to smile at smaller him until a sickening sound sent chills down your spine
• Whipping around, you saw a man with shoulder length hair looking straight at Dazai, blood splattered all over his face. His smile made you uneasy, but the scene changed when his voice reached your ears
• Now you stood beside a slightly taller Dazai. In front of him was an auburn-haired male who had no shine in his eyes. The man turned, walking away, causing Dazai to reach out for him in vain; the desperation in Dazai’s voice as he called for him broke your heart
• And suddenly you were kneeling in a new setting, in front of Dazai who held the same man from before in his arms— he was bleeding. The horror in your lover’s eyes made your own start to water and the tears finally fell when Dazai cried out at the loss of his friend
• When Dazai woke, he had a grin on his face as he sat up and stretched. He felt so refreshed, so energized! The dream about him and his belladonna played in his mind still and he was so excited to share it with you
• Though the excitement dissipated at the sounds of your sobbing, making his blood run cold. His head shot to the side, not seeing you in your spot, so he scrambled out of bed frantically, only to find you curled into a ball on the floor
• “Belladonna?! What’s wrong, my love?!”
• Did something happen? Were you hurt? Dazai was about to question you again, but you looked up, and his heart shattered
• Your eyes held so much torment, the skin around them blotched and puffy. The tears didn’t stop, nor did your sobbing, even as you choked out your response
• “I’mso sorry you had to go through all of that, Osamu.”
• Dazai was left confused for just a moment before his eyes were widening in shock. “You…you used your ability on me? It worked?” He stared at you incredulously, mind not being able to catch up all the way
• You were beginning to quiet down as you nodded, trying and failing to wipe the tears from your cheeks. “I replaced your nightmares with a dream of me and you…I figured that would be more enjoyable, I just…I just wanted you to be able to get some rest.”
• “Don’t you have to endure the dreams you steal to be able to replace them?!”
• “…yes.”
• Osamu was completely mortified at the thought, heart clenching almost painfully. He watched in silence as you finally scrubbed away the last of your tears before your hands came up to cradle his face softly 
• “It’s okay, ‘Samu. You don’t know how happy it makes me to be able to take some of your pain away, even if it’s just for a night.”
• He didn’t reply. He couldn’t reply- what would he say? You just witnessed the darkest memories he kept buried underneath all his bravado. So instead he pulled you closer and held you tighter
• The two of you stayed tangled up on the floor well into the morning, not daring to move even as your phones began flashing Kunikida’s name
• And when you both got up to get ready, Dazai’s heart slowly swelled with love. Despite being concerned about your well-being after witnessing his nightmares, he couldn’t deny how he felt knowing you loved him enough to want to endure anything and everything he carried alone

Bonus; that night :

• You woke up in a cold sweat, heart pounding alarmingly against your rib cage. You laid there panting for a few seconds before noticing the feeling of someone watching you
• Your head turned to the side, eyes meeting Dazai’s wide ones. He, too, was in a cold sweat, chest rising up and down sporadically. His brown hues held so much pain while yours reflected worry
• Quickly, your hand found his beneath the covers. You intertwined your fingers and squeezed, letting him know you were there. “Tell me about Odasaku?”
• Dazai smiled. It was small, but genuine. “Of course.”

Atsushi 

• It truly broke your heart to see Atsushi be affected by his past while both awake and asleep. You wanted to be mad at the world for what happened to him but Atsushi was kind, and he wouldn’t want you to be upset for him
• So you settled with comforting him the best you could whenever he needed it. And it seemed he needed it the most as of late, with constant nightmares plaguing him every time he laid his head down to rest
• But this time, when Atsushi began to whimper and cry, you sleepily sat up and wiped his tears away. You hushed him softly before activating your ability, welcoming the shift of reality as you worked to cure his nightmares, at least for tonight
• When you first entered his mind, you were in a dark, dirty cell. The coldness seeped through your bare feet and with a start, you realized that if you were cold, then Atsushi must’ve been freezing
• He was little, covered only in bland grey clothing, which were the equivalent of rags. His tiny form was trembling from the cold and your eyes landed on the chain hooked around his ankle, no doubt making him even colder
• You wanted to envelop him in your arms to try and warm him up, but before you could move even a centimeter, the scene changed. Little Atsushi was now balled up on the hard floor, crying. Every sliver of skin you could see had bruises that got worse with each kick and slap that was delivered to his body
• By the time the scenery changed again, you felt like you were about to be sick. The light from the colored glass above made you recoil but your body seized up when you heard three pairs of voices
• They were yelling disgusting profanities at someone you didn’t even need to see to know who it was. You’d heard of this specific moment from Atsushi himself, but hearing it for yourself made you choke up
• Atsushi had been smiling long before he woke, head nuzzling into your scented pillow with a purr before stretching. He’d had the perfect dream about you, him, and the agency laughing and dining together 
• Still giddy from the dream, he hummed at your absence from the bed, “Maybe they’re making breakfa-” Atsushi paused. It was quiet and muffled, but his unnatural hearing ability picked up on the sound of you crying 
• He immediately began to panic, practically flying out of the door and tripping on his way to the living room while in his half tiger state
• You were leaning on the armrest of the couch with your head buried in your knees. Your head lifted at the sound of pounding footsteps, lips curling at the corners when Atsushi’s face melted into a relieved expression 
• “Good morning, my tiger. Did you have a nice dream?”
• The question made him stop ungracefully in his tracks, “How did you know?” Was it thatobvious?
• Your lips formed a full smile, despite the pained look in your eyes, and you even managed to let out a giggle. “Well, I did create it. I was hoping you’d enjoy it as opposed to what you…normally dream of.”
• Atsushi paled, and if he had cat ears, they’d most certainly be laid back against his head. “W-what…?” He let out a shaky exhale, “D-dazai mentioned once that your ability had something to do with the mind…s-something with, with dreams. Did you…”
• You lifted yourself off the couch, body instinctively going to console him at his wavering tone, “I did use my ability on you, yes. You deserve rest, ‘Sushi, and I’m happy to shoulder your pain alongside you.”
• “Shoulder it with me?”
• Your eyes looked anywhere but him, “I…I have to endure the dreams, or nightmares, I steal from someone to be able to replace them with my own.”
• Atsushi felt his heart sink
• “But I don’t regret it, not for a second! You deserve every bit of love, support, and happiness this world has to offer, and I will give you every single ounce of those three things I possibly can.”
• Even now, he began to blush. His mind was worried for you after having to see those memories, but his heart wanted to drown you in the love and affection he felt for you
• So Atsushi did. He sat with you in his arms on the couch, singing you praises and compliments. When the birds stopped their song, and Atsushi finally got quiet again, he whispered a single “thank you”

Bonus; that night:

• Hearingyourself scream should be enough to rouse anyone, but you and Atsushi woke up to each other’s screams that night. The silence was deafening as you stared at each other
• Swallowing the lump in your throat, you opened your arms, motioning for your shaking boyfriend to come closer. “I-It’s okay, ‘Sushi. I was right there with you. I’m right here with you, I promise.”
• He was still breathing heavily as he curled into your embrace, soft sobs being muffled into the fabric of your shirt. When the tears stopped, and his heartbeat slowed to match yours, he let out a shaky breath, “Thank you.”

Chuuya

• Much like Dazai, Chuuya always told you “I’m fine, just wake me up when it happens again, alright? You’re already making me feel so much better, baby, I know you’ll make it better again.”
• But seeing him come home exhausted day after day from work and then not be able to get any sleep just to do it all over again when he woke up made you frustrated. The feeling of failing him crawled its way into your mind- you could help! You knew you could
• So you decided you didn’t care what Chuuya said. And when he began to thrash and shout in his sleep again, you blindly grabbed his hand, placing a kiss on the skin, before activating your ability
• When reality stopped spinning, darkness was the only thing you saw. Your vision wasn’t picking up on anything, but you could hear; voices you didn’t recognize laying out the truth behind Chuuya’s childhood, or lack thereof. The last thing you heard was “A5158” before you finally could see again
• You were at a gravesite beside a cliff. Your eyes landed on Chuuya, though his hair was shorter than you’ve ever seen it. It made you smile as you watched his interaction with his silver-headed friend- until he was stabbed; a poisoned blade, the kid said
• Your breath hitched and you moved to run towards him when a group came out from behind the bushes with guns, but the scene melted away. Now you stood in a building, you think. The only source of light was a glowing jeweled fortress of sorts. You stood a little bit away from Chuuya and who you assumed was Dazai
• A white-haired man sat inside the fortress, who Chuuya was cursing and yelling at. Your boyfriend demanded his comrades be returned but instead received the news that they had killed themselves. Your heart sunk for him but Chuuya showed no outward despair- only anger
• His gloves and sleeves were shredded under his ability, red abstract lines crawling onto his arms and face. His irises got smaller, more feral, before the floor beneath him cracked and corruption fully activated. You stood in the middle of it all as the building exploded, sight going blurry, with only Chuuya’s enraged screams to guide you
• When he woke up, he felt refreshed, mind still playing back the lovely dream he’d had. But Chuuya could feel that something was wrong. His head snapped over to your side of the bed, seeing you sitting up
• You were staring at the covers blankly, fingers twisting and turning in the fabric. Your eyes were red from the tears that kept flowing out like a waterfall
• Without hesitation Chuuya was by your side, cradling your face while frantically throwing out questions. “Are you okay, Baby? What happened? Are you hurt- did someone hurt you?”
• His words caught in his throat when you began tracing his face, fingertips gliding over his face in a pattern. It was only when you trailed down his neck to his arms and hands did he realize what pattern you were tracing
• And it instantly sent his heart plummeting to the pit of his stomach. “You didn’t…did you?”
• Your lips quirked up, eyes softening, “Did you like the dream I picked out, Chuu? I made it especially for you.”
• He stuttered, lips denying him the words he so desperately wanted to say. So instead he tugs you onto his lap in a tight embrace
• And, like always, you understood his actions as words. “I will always be here to support the weight of your pain, Chuuya. You don’t ever have to do anything alone- not with me.”

Bonus; that night:

• There wasn’t a single sound as your eyes snapped open to meet Chuuya’s, which had turned from frantic to worried. The same scenes played in both of your minds, but that was okay
• You just smiled at him, wiping the sweat from your foreheads. “S’alright, Chuu. We’re okay. You’re okay.” Grabbing his hand, you placed it over your heart
• He smiled back, slowly forgetting about his nightmares as he focused solely on you. “You are an angel and Iamso grateful for you.” And maybe neither of you went back to sleep that night, but he had you, and that was all he needed

Akutagawa

• Akutagawa has severe trust issues, so it took a long time before he even entertained the idea of sharing the same bed as you- and a long time still for him to sleep any other way than back to back
• So naturally, when you found out he had night terrors, you weren’t exactly sure what to do. They were bad, if the way his hand ended up around your throat the first time you woke him showed for anything. You didn’t want to invade his space by using your ability, but…
• Listening to him shout in his sleep and watching him wake up, visibly exhausted, was slowly killing you. You had the ability to help, and you were going to. No matter the outcome
• It was around 3 am and you were seated at the kitchen bar when you heard Ryu begin to shout. Quickly, you padded your way to the bedroom and placed your hands on his temples, rubbing soothing circles on the skin
• Your ability activated and reality shifted, bringing you to a dark, dreary alleyway. The faint moldy smell made your nose scrunch before your eyes landed on a boy rummaging through freshly thrown out trash. He was small and frail, maybe 6 or 7; It was Ryu
• A wobbly smile appeared on his face when he found bits of nice scrap before he was scrambling away towards an even smaller little girl. The alleyway walls closed in, merging the colors until you found yourself…somewhere
• You could tell you were outside, at least. In front of you was Ryu, a bit taller than he was previously. In front of him was a man you easily recognized as Dazai from his Port Mafia days. The ingenuine smile on his face made you scowl as he reached a hand out for Akutagawa
• When he stepped forward and took Dazai’s hand, the scenery melted away. Now you were in a dark warehouse with Ryu and Dazai in front of you once more. Your scowl shifted into a look of horror as you watched Akutagawa hit the floor, blood spilling out of his mouth. The words “you’re weak.” echoed in the air as Ryu coughed violently
• When Akutagawa woke, he didn’t focus on the dream he had, lovely as it may have been. His focus was on the coldness he felt beside him as he sat up and looked around for you
• He strode into the kitchen, finding you with your back to him while sipping on what he assumed was coffee. Ryu’s lips quirked up as he wrapped his arms around your middle, but the feeling of liquid splashing on his hand made him frown 
• He was quick to turn you around, “Y/n?” His eyes widened.
• Your eyes were puffy and the fresh tears were washing away the old tear tracks. They slowly focused, scanning over his face in surprise like you didn’t realize he was there. Shaky hands grasped his and he snapped out of his shock
• “Who did this to you?” Akutagawa’s rough hands wiped away your tears with as much gentleness as he could, “I’ll kill them for you.”
• “I believe that would lose its purpose if you killed me forme.”
• He let those words sink in, eyes staring holes into yours, “What?”
• Your eyes lit up in amusement for a few seconds at the comedic display of his emotions, “You once told me there was a field of flowers you took Gin to for her birthday one year. I hope I recreated it just as prettily as the one you really went to.”
• Akutagawa’s hands begin to tremble, faintly remembering the flower field in his dream. His fingertips pressed into your skin before his hands were sliding down your face to grasp your jaw
• “Did you use your ability on me?” His voice was full of panic.
• You didn’t have to answer him. You could tell he already knew. “I did.” Your hands came up to rest over his, “I love you, Ryunosuke. You don’t have to shoulder all of your pain alone.”
• He just stared at you for a while, watching your brows slowly start to furrow, “Though I do have half the mind to march into the detective agency and beat Dazai into the floor.”
• That made him chuckle, head shaking at your ability to make him laugh even in a situation like this. “Wouldn’t that be a sight.” The mere thought made his chest all fuzzy, knowing you would go to any length just to protect him

Bonus; that night:

• A sharp phantom pain made you jolt awake. Your breaths came out labored, brain confused at the lack of real pain; it could’ve sworn your ribs were cracked…
• Your eyes darted up to Ryu, whose chest was heaving with those same labored breaths. His head moved to the side so he could look at you in confusion 
• You just shook your head, moving closer until his head was resting on your chest. “I’m here.” Your hands rubbed at his own chest, soothing over his ribs reassuringly
• Akutagawa took in a shaky breath, “Don’t leave me.” his body relaxed when you responded with “never.”