#i had to sleep before finishing this because i was writing dazai's and i realized it was 2am

[awoogayanderes]

A BIRTHDAY GIFT FROM OSAMU DAZAI

➪ sypnosis : waiting for dazai’s attention is like playing a game of cat and mouse.

➪ other notes : it’s a day late but it’s okay because i went on a shopping spree yesterday, ALSO, i have another chapter of convergence finished and ready to post but i’m waiting until i can finish writing the next chapter of between the floors so i can post them at the same time, non edited :3

tick. tick. tick. you look up at your wall clock as every second clicks on it. it was 11:48 pm, and on any other day, you wouldn’t have cared. but today was your birthday, a very special day for you. your phone is in your hand as you wait for a single call from someone, osamu dazai. surely he remembered, right ? maybe he was on a mission and just hasn’t had the time to call you.

you and dazai weren’t in a relationship…well not exactly. some could call it a situationship, others could call it friends with benefits. but you disagreed, dazai was just a complicated man. and you were always the one who was there when he had his moments of sadness. he would call you late at night and you would go over to his apartment, comforting him as you held his tall form in your arms.

you try to soothe yourself as your eyes flick towards the array of presents your friends had given you, but none of them matter when you’re waiting for dazai to call you, or at least send you a quick text. ten minutes go by, it’s 11:58 pm and your position on your couch hasn’t changed as you slightly tear up, he really wasn’t going to call ? you let out a shaky sigh. buzz. buzz. buzz. your eyes immediately widen.

you frantically pick up the phone, it was dazai, you quickly answer his call. “hello ?!” you say into the phone, a smile forming on your face as your lips wobble with happiness, all the doubt going away. there’s a few moments of silence that go by before dazai speaks up, “wanna come over ?” your smile falters, he hadn’t talked to you all day, and that’s the first thing he says to you, on your birthday…?

“w-what ?” you quietly say as you held your phone tighter. “feeling a bit lonely, you know,” dazai sighs into the phone. you scoff, he wanted your comfort right now ? “where have you been all day ?” you ask. “i was hungover so i took the day off,” he says, you can tell there’s a smile on his face as he says that. so you were wrong, he was sitting on his ass all day as you stupidly waited for a ‘happy birthday’.

you look at your walk clock, it was 11:59 pm, he really didn’t care, did he ? “dazai, do you know what day it is ?” you ask him, your eyes tearing up again, dazai call tell theres something off about you. “i’m sorry, pretty, but i don’t know what you mean, it’s tuesday,” dazai chuckles, making you let out a whimper, catching dazai off guard, but he doesn’t bring it up as a few moments of soft ticking go by.

tick. tick. tick. 12:00 am. “happy fucking birthday to me,” you whisper into the phone. oh, so that was what he forgot. dazai tries to recover by saying “you thought i forgot ?” he chuckles. “i have your present for you right now,” he lies through his teeth. “just cut the shit dazai…why is it that i’m always here for you and you’re never here for me,” you say, voice breaking as you tears fall down your face.

“i know you’re upset, but i’m not your boyfriend, don’t treat me like one,” he says, his voice dropping an octave. “then don’t contact me again, i’m not your girlfriend,” you seethe as you hang up. dazai looked at his phone before tossing it to the side as he sighs. you quickly block dazai’s number before crying yourself to sleep on your couch, realizing that dazai wouldn’t be apart of your life anymore.

[n0t-vzin1s]

Hello raven!

if you take repuest can you please make fyodor boyfriend headcanons? ofc if you write for him

you can ignore this if you want:)

is this what being famous feels like? so many requests. (i love every bit of it.)

and i definitely can! heads up though, i haven't finished bsd up to the end of s3 and i'm only on vol7 of the manga, so it might be wrong!

i can try my hardest though lol

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bf!fyodor x gn!reader

fyodor doesn't know the first things about relationships

i mean he hasn't had time for it with all the plotting against the world shit yk?

so when he starts up a relationship with you

he's like

"how tf do i do this"

and ends up asking his friends for help

he's a very quiet person

his affection is actions rather than words

i feel like he's extremely touchy or not at all, there's no inbetween

extremely cold to you at first

but he warms up later on!!

he doesn't tell you about his.. health at first due to him not wanting to appear weak

but you notice it when he takes pills every day and goes pale without them

but you don't exactly

bring it up because obviously he didn't want you to know

sometimes he compliments you in russian

fyodor is extremely observant

if something is bothering you

he knows before even YOU know

he's busy often due to work, so he can't give you much attention when everything is going on

therefore

his affection during this time is allowing you to sit on his lap during work

lots n lots of gifts!!

he loves the reaction he gets when you open something he's bought for you

like dazai, he's often sick

when this happens though, he tries to hide it from you

again with the appearing weak thing

but you notice it pretty quickly, and it results in you yelling at him to rest

if the two of you are in public, he always has to be touching you in some way.

it helps calm him down since he more or less has social anxiety

his hands are much larger than yours. i refuse to be told anything else

you LOVE listening to him talk in russian

it just sounds hot what can i say

so for this reason you tried to learn it

which did not go down very well

when you felt proud of yourself, you went and spoke some to him

he just looked at you like "tf?"

but he just laughs it off and says something stupid

"you're cute"

but he actually ends up teaching you some!!

also teaches you how to play his cello

often serenades you (this is a stupid one)

doesn't sleep much at night

but when he does, he's completely holding you in his grip to the point that you can't escape

if you're insecure

he will ask you where you feel uncomfortable about

and the proceed to kiss every single spot while telling you how much he loves you

likes watching horror movies with you cause he gets to hold you when you get scared lol

onto his friends

now nikolai probably loves you!! no doubt

but he can be a little..

how do i put this

horny

he's constantly flirting with you (infront of fyodor!!)

which results in fyodor bragging about how awesome you are to get on his nerves

but otherwise he's super friendly to you

sigma is respectful. 100%

he would never cross that boundary but he probably does have a small crush on you

that fyodor realized himself

and does the same thing with nikolai, completely brags about how great you are and how good of a kisser you are just to get a reaction out of him

but all in all, they love you

probably a little TOO much

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i felt like this was really short but like i said, i don't know much about fyodor!

[formiito]

the day after i killed myself ; dazai osamu

trigger warnings; suicide mentions, possibly ooc dazai.

author's note; first time writing literally anything on tumblr. haven't even finished bsd, so i'm sorry if this may turn out ooc. let me know how it goes. wrote this while half asleep as fuck in a warm sunny afternoon fuckkkk

Gloveless hands anxiously wrap around one another to grasp at a warmth that isn't there. The wind leaves behind a color of life on the cheek, a little mark of the stinging night. The world had stopped moving for the time being, yet there is an impending feeling of something to come. Something will happen tonight. He just ignores the vague feeling and continues on, walking on the narrow sidewalk. The steps on the pavement and the sound of distant cars is drowned out by the music currently playing in his head, the lyrics blurring the thoughts that flit past.

Now, Dazai should've been home countless hours before. And he was, if only for a moment, but as soon as the clock had started inching into the small hours of the night, there was a growing sense of restlessness he simply couldn't live with. The smoke tinged air of the room wasn't enough, the open window overlooking the street wasn't enough, and even now on the open road there is something uneasy under his pulse begging him to run off; it isn't enough.

But he's thinking too much. The brunet is certain that this kind of mundane insanity is simply because he has nothing to do at the moment. As soon as he would find a distraction, it’ll leave again. He's realized the absence of people brings about more thoughts than his head could keep in, as if to make up for the empty space outside of his body. A small message ping distracts him from his thoughts. Kunikida’s message, an attempt to check up on him. Some were still back at the Agency, settling affairs for the next day. His partner was one of them, though he would probably complain that his perfect sleep routine was thrown all out of order. Again. The message is responded to with a click of the button, a sticker of a cat sent in response. Such boring details don't deserve any merit on a night like this.

And it was so beautiful, too! The flickering lamplight shines over the glistening asphalt, city drenched in the afterglow of an evening rain. Dazai hums the song playing in his ears. Although that doesn't ease the feeling either. He wondered what felt more wrong, the absence of feeling? Or an overwhelming amount of it? The unexplained sensation remained in the back of his mind.

Dazai often avoided reflecting about his life. Atleast, about the things that lay under the surface. When he began to revisit the past, his new life started to look like something of a shiny new veneer painted over rust. The corrosion of the soul is all that’s left, and it is still fragile. But when he thought of the present, a lingering weight would still linger there somewhere between his ribs, a sensation that felt so physical for a feeling that should only exist in his mind. Burden.

But there is a third feeling; realization. Somewhere between sleeping and waking, in the instant where the flame burns the tip of the cigarette and creates the first ember. In the times when he catches himself smiling at a joke, whether someone else's or his own, and then suddenly becomes acutely aware of this short lived happiness and at that transitional moment he's already lived through the memory of that joy.

Then, it's gone as soon as it came by.

The idea of life is something fleeting, really. He's aware of the fact that for a man that covets death so much, there always seems to be a convenient excuse for him to continue on living. This paradox isn't lost on him, and the answer is so painfully simple, he knows. But for a while, he will continue to think otherwise. If only for those fleeting moments when he could feel life through his bandage wrapped fingers, the times where he was hit by the realization of this very obvious yet forgettable fact; yes, I exist. But standing on the edge of a bridge right now, looking down at the drop; he felt far too much. Suddenly so aware, without warning, without explanation. There is something tempting about such great heights, a siren call. The distance makes one feel so painfully full and empty at the exact same time; the chill in his bones no longer a product of the weather but that of an acute awareness of distance. He reaches out with one hand as if testing, if it makes him feel any closer to being human.

For there has always been something separating him from the rest of the world. Somehow this outstretched hand feels comforting. And when the song in his ears rises to a crescendo, he cannot help but want to close that distance, unable to resist the calling of that warm void. His eyes see that the ground is empty, yet at this instant he feels realization again. An acute awareness of life. As his leg dangles over the edge, the emptiness in his hands feels like it has been replaced by something.

And when he falls, it's not with purpose, but with natural ease. Falling as one does into a comforting hug, the air that whips through the strands of chocolate brown hair chilled, chest warm as it anticipates the coming embrace of death. Just this once he does not fight, even subconsciously, the depths that his body falls into. The neon lights melt into blues, and all bleed together to form a single, comforting hue. Black. The color of the void that called his name with such affection.

The next morning at home remains uneventful. When the sun hits, the empty cigarette boxes remain on the coffee table, the ashtray that lay next to it a dry memorial of a life lived far too long. At the Agency, it is quieter than usual. A lingering feeling of emptiness takes too much space in the room, though no one knows what it is yet.

When the lifeless body washes up ashore, his lips remain curved in a certain complete happiness, as the cellphone in his hand buzzes with calls never to be answered again. Perhaps in the pain that he leaves in his wake, he'd find meaning.

[kissesforsatoru]

dazai and aphrodisiacs make my brain go brrrrrr

𓏲 ˖. pairings. . . dazai x fem! reader

𓏲 ˖. summary. . . dazai giving his darling aphrodisiacs

𓏲 ˖. warnings. . . general yandere themes, aphrodisiacs, non-con, semi-public sex, coercion, drinking.

𓏲 ˖. notes. . . i apologize if this is bad, i only recently started writing smut and i don't think i've quite got the hang of it yet. ahh. i'm also writing this at like 3 am so i'm kind of tired too.

it had been such a long and tiring week at work that all you wanted to do after your shift ended on friday was go home and sleep — that's exactly what you would've done if not for the taunting voice of dazai begging you get drinks with him as you left the ADA. for an adult, you were still quite susceptible to peer pressure, and dazai sure liked to take advantage of that, you noticed.

he practically dragged you to the nearest bar upon hearing your reluctant agreement to go out with him, his grip painful around your wrist as the two of you walked down the streets. and upon arrival, dazai ignored your protests of refusal to drink alcohol and ordered four shots to split between the two of you.

he held the glass cup up to your lips, urging you to take a drink from it while also downing a shot of his own. dazai was usually pretty pushy, but today it made you uncomfortable how eager he was to get you to drink — especially since you made it clear that you didn't want to. but you ignored it, brushing your unease off as annoyance about being here when you just wanted to be cuddled in bed.

"do i really have to?" you frowned, taking the glass from his hand. "dazai—please, i don't wanna wake up hungover tomorrow, you know how much of a lightweight i am." your pleads fell on deaf ears, though, because dazai rolled his eyes while directing the glass up to your lips again. you frowned, but downed the shot anyway.

your face scrunched up and you gagged at the horrible flavor of the drink. you whined again, muttering incoherently about how much you hate drinking. dazai shoved another glass in your face before you could even finish your little rant. again you felt uncomfortable by his persistence, and again you ignored it.

"last one, i promise." he smiled, taking your hand and placing the glass in it. not having the energy to try refusing again, you downed the second glass. somehow, the second one was worse than the first, and it drew an even stronger reaction out of you.

"fuck, i seriously hate this stuff. i don't know how you can drink it with a straight face." you said, waving at the server so that you could ask for some water. you already felt your body tingling and you quickly wanted to wash the alcohol out of your system so that you could go home and finally sleep.

dazai chuckled at your remark but didn't say anything. he sipped on the glass of whatever it was that he ordered while staring at you intently, like he was waiting for something. you didn't know what it was exactly, but something was beginning to really feel off and you didn't like it.

before you were able to question it further, a wave of heat washed over your body and down to your pussy that you now realized was aching. you groaned, crossing your legs and wiggling in your chair as you tried to relieve the feeling of need that you suddenly have.

you heard dazai hum beside you as he placed a hand on your thigh, rubbing your skin softly with his thumb. you had to fight back the urge to moan at the sudden touch.

"is something wrong?" he asked sweetly, but something about the question seemed condescending. you didn't care, only focusing on the way that his hand slid further up your thigh, dangerously close to your increasingly aching cunt. your breath hitched as you anticipated his touch.

"c'mon, let's go to my car. i'll drive you home." he said, retracting his hand from your thigh and placing it on your back instead. your legs shook slightly when you stood up, and you found it hard to keep yourself stable enough to walk. dazai wrapped an arm around your waist and held you closely to his body while he guided you out of the establishment.

when you got to the car, you expected dazai to leave you in the back seat while he got in on the deivers side so he could take you home. but instead he sat down with you, closing the door behind him and pulling you into his lap so that you were straddling his hips.

"my, you're soaked already and it's barely been ten minutes." he smirked. despite understanding that what he said was weird, you were too dazed to really understand the implications.

you felt his hands trail lightly up and down your body, causing you to shiver under his touch. you panted softly, wiggling in his lap and enjoying the sensation of his dick grinding into your pussy ever so slightly as you did so. but soon it wasn't enough, and you were holding onto his shoulders as you grindes yourself roughly into him haphazardly.

"needy, aren't we?" he teased, placing his hands on your hips to hold them still. you whined, weakly tugging on his arms so he'd let go and you could continue pleasuring yourself. "be patient, baby. i'll give you what you want in a second."

he wrapped both of his arms around your waist before flipping you down on the seats of the car. you watched as he pulled out a small silver package from his pocket before taking off his pants, and getting the hint about what's going to happen, you lifted your dress up and pulled off your panties.

"such a good girl." he hummed, positioning himself above you. "want me to fuck you now?" he asked, but he didn't even have to finish talking before you were nodding your head and grabbing his cock to shove into your needy cunt.

you sighed, body relaxing into the pleasure as he pushed himself deep inside of you until his hips met yours. quiet little moans escaped your parted lips as he began thrusting in and out of you, consistently pulling all the way out and then burying his cock right back into you. and when he leaned down to kiss you, you happily reciprocated, opening your mouth so that he could easily slip his tongue in to explore.

"shit, if i'd know the aphrodisiacs chuuya gave me worked this well i would've done this so much sooner." he muttered, nestling his head into your neck to lick and suck little marks.

his words didn't really register at the moment, but in the morning everything from the previous night would make you dread ever being persuaded to go out with dazai again.

© 2022 by hheizoukiss ━ all rights reserved. plagiarism is strictly prohibited. comments, likes, and reblog are highly appreciated.

[merowkittie]

How the ADA would treat you after a long day!

Lotus’ Notes: so this is like a reader after a long day and they’re drained! I hope you enjoy this :,) (I left out a few characters because… it was taking too long to write 🥺🫶🏽)

Atsushi Nakajima

You’ve had a long day? His was probably 10x worse!

But it’s ok because this time is about you!

Even if he’s tired he still has time for you.

If you’re upset he’ll immediately go to hug you and try to get you to tell him what’s wrong.

Atsushi hates seeing you upset, especially if you’re crying and not responding to him!

(Communication is key!)

If you’re just tired he’ll guide you to the bed and take your shoes off while pressing gentle kisses to your ankle and up to your knee.

He likes to hold you because feeling your warmth against him is comforting to him anddd because you can hear his heart beat.

It beats so fast when he’s with you, it’s honestly cute :)! And distracting!

Usually it starts to slow when you rub his back cause it calms him down.

When you finally tell him what’s wrong he doesn’t know exactly what to say?

He’s just like

“Oh.. well I’m sorry that happened..”

He’s more of a listener than a talker

When he does find the right words he whispers them into your ear and rubs your shoulder and when he’s finished he kissed your temple.

He wishes he could do more but what can he do?

For now, holding you and whispering soothing words it’s fine for you both.

Akiko Yosano

She sees you all tired and droopy when you come home and she’s already making some tea.

You want to just cuddle with her and cry?

Perfect for her because she can finally get to hold her baby after a long day.

You wanna watch a movie and just forget what happened? Ok!

But later you will tell her.

She likes to joke around and say she’ll hurt the people who hurt you but.. are we sure those are jokes..?

She will let you explain your day and will give you feed back on how to improve it tomorrow.

She’s more of a talker than a listener.

Now, Yosano will tell you if you’re in the wrong about anything and if you’re not she’ll tell you,

“N/n, you’ve gotta realize that sometimes people are just shitty and they need a little light in their life, that light could be you.”

It warms your heart whenever she says that!

If you want to go to sleep then she’s quick to help you change out of your clothes and slide right into bed with you.

“My dear it’s been a long day, I know.. just lay down and close your eyes.”

She’s such a sweet talker too!

Little words of reassurance here and there.

Whispers of sweet nothings are exchanged between you two :)

She loves you, she really does so she’ll be there for you when you need her.

Ranpo Edogawa

Oh man.

This man is such a jerk and a baby.

He loves you but he wants his candy before you say anything.

When he sees you upset, like crying he’s quick to be by your side

He’s suffocating you in kisses and offering you his candy

He starts to whine if you don’t tell him what happened!

He wants to make sure his baby is ok :(

Explain to him how your day was and what went wrong and he’ll tell you to not worry so much

“Why do you always worry about this stuff? You stress and get grey hairs..”

He’s rubbing your back and telling you to worry about the present because the past isn’t important anymore if it’s happened already

He tells you reassuring words and then he’s quiet

He’s equally a listener and a talker it depends on the day

If you don’t want to talk to him he’s not ok with that

He will not give you space either

He needs to be by you and know that you’re fine

He doesn’t do well with silent treatment and ignoring him makes him sad :(

Usually he just lays there with you and king of like a puppy will nudge his head under your arm or something

He may be 26 but in his head he is 10.

Dazai Osamu

Just like Atsushi his day was probably 10x worse

But for his Belladonna he would put everything aside for you

He comes to your side and asks what was wrong and if your day was ok

If you were to start crying he gets upset!

“Belladonna.. what happened? Speak to me lovely..”

He runs his hands up and down your sides and pressing kisses on your lips like it’s been two years since he’s seen you

“You know I’ve been there… even deeper down than I’d like to admit but I’m Still sticking here aren’t I?”

There’s so many sweet things exchanged back and forth between you two

He’s more of a talker than a listener

He asks if you want him to do anything for you

Doesn’t want you lifting up a finger

He calls your workplace and tells them you’ll be taking a day or two off

If you do work with him he does the same thing and just brings any paperwork home for you

(If he’s nice enough he’ll do it or make Atsumu do it <33 )

When you’re restless and tired he usually changes you out of your clothes because you get lazy

Back rubs/massages 10/10

This man is skilled with his hands, very very skilled

This usually leads to.. other things :)

[kohiwrites]

ada members playing genshin impact (°▽°)

atsushi

- f2p not by choice

- lost the 50/50 to jean the first time he pulled on a limited banner and has mained her ever since (tbf he didn’t even realize he lost the 50/50)

- likes that jean can fight and help others at the same time

- always says thank you in coop even if his teammates were not that good

- enjoys the story and music of genshin the most

- gets advice on building characters from tanizaki

dazai

- was really into meta for like a majority of his time playing the game but now that he’s ar 58 he’s just doing whatever at this point

- by whatever he’s building healers as dps for fun

- hutao enjoyer and main usually

- cooped a lot with chuuya when they started out the game around the same time but now not as much (aside from the occasional stealing of ascension mats)

- not so fond of exploring and mostly likes doing battle events and spiral abyss

kunikida

- casual player yknow yknow work first play later </3

- zhongli appreciator and a big fan of liyue lore because he thinks it’s interesting

- doesn’t spend on the game usually but i feel like sometimes when he’s stressed he’ll buy genesis crystals and do a few pulls

- plays only every so often but when he does he explores and does puzzles a lot for his inner completionist

- doesn’t coop with others

ranpo

- somehow outsmarts the gacha system and has almost all five stars

- only problem is he’s terrible at building them and doesn’t farm anything at all

- tanizaki pilots his account out of pity

- ranpo just likes to have the characters and he’ll usually only do story quests or events on his own

- coops with yosano often for the company

yosano

- refuses to play any of the male characters aside from xingqiu and bennett

- lost the 50/50 for raiden shogun to diluc and almost lost it (got raiden on the last day of her banner though)

- likes collecting namecards

- ar 53 just because she doesn’t grind everyday but she still does her dailies in her free time

tanizaki

- has been playing the game since launch

- barely gets any sleep because he plays genshin? or plays genshin because he barely gets any sleep? either way he’s on the game all the time

- same ar as dazai but his showcase is just his lvl90 kazuha and albedo

- meta slave but he tries not to let it show (it slipped out once when ranpo asked how strong his characters are—his lvl40 xiao and electro goblet venti had tanizaki’s eye twitching)

- very kind and likes helping out his friends finish quests or get achievements

- f2p at first but once he spent a little bit for albedo there was no going back

- kunikida wants to scold tanizaki for playing at the office but honestly he gets his work done so he can’t really complain

naomi

- ar56 but very chill about it

- tanizaki would talk about the game a lot before she started playing so she ended up being pretty good at it when she started

- godly artifact luck sometimes it makes tanizaki cry

- mains ganyu and eula because they’re pretty

- when tanizaki sees her online at 2 in the morning he spams the qiqi emote until she logs off

hope this was an okay read cuz i had fun writing it! i may write a port mafia version depending on how this one does ٩( ᐛ )و feel free to request other headcanons or anything relating to bsd, genshin, etc.

[dinosaurtsukki]

dating the armed detective agency’s medic

a/n: of course i have to write one for the ADA even though i’m a biased port mafia bitch. there’s a bit more characters here so i’ll try to keep each one short but still very fluffy and sweet <3

this man is always getting himself injured and even though agency has yosano, fukuzawa thought it would be a good idea to hire another medic who could deal with less life-threatening injuries

ofc dazai flirts with you the first chance he gets and every time he comes into your clinic

dazai: good morning my dear belladonna! the weather is beautiful today, but not as beautiful as you of course

you: YOUR ARM IS BROKEN PLEASE SIT DOWN

although as much as he likes to slightly mess with you, dazai genuinely enjoys coming to the clinic and being treated by someone like you

he likes observing your hands and how careful they are when they bandage his arm or that cute little scrunch of your brows when you’re bandaging his forehead

while on a mission, atsushi and kunikida go the extra length to protect dazai because they know you’re worried about him 

and then one day dazai comes into your clinic again and instantly you think that something has happened

until he surprises you by bringing out a bouquet of flowers

‘if i get injured less on missions, would you let me take you out on a date?’

jokes on you though after you guys date dazai finds every excuse to visit you in the clinic

he’ll get papercuts on purpose just so he can get you to put a bandage on them 

kunikida is annoyed because dazai they’re just papercuts jfc also please go back to work

seeing that you’re always concerned about his health and well-being, dazai finds himself making much less attempts cause he knows the stress it puts on you when you have to bandage him up after and make sure he’s alright

thanks to you our man is able to take care of himself a bit more

even though he is your boyfriend he’s still going to mess with you in any way he can

he’ll barge into your office claiming that his chest hurts because you didn’t give him a kiss that morning

also will highkey hug you from behind even if you’re treating another patient

the first time he meets you is for a physical exam check-up because it was required at the agency and he feels embarrassed at first seeing that the agency’s medic was gorgeous

atsushi was fresh out of the orphanage so of course he was quite malnourished and still had some injuries from his abuse

you had no idea who’d dare hurt such a sweet boy so you do your best to treat him and instructed atsushi to come in for some follow-up check-ups

although when he comes in for that check-up he talks about how he’s been healthy because he eats a lot of chazuke and you’re like ‘oh no, no, no, please eat other things too’

you end up packing him a bento box because he’s your patient so ofc you have to keep him healthy 

the two of you run into each other a lot in the morning because atsushi tends to come in way earlier than he’s supposed to so you often find him sitting in front of the locked door

thus begins your early morning chats. atsushi’s always polite and never interrupts when you talk and you love how he shows so much interest in whatever you say

atsushi began to realize that he has feelings for you but boy is he bad at concealing them also ranpo kind of busted him in front of everyone in the agency including you

but atsushi was saved by you hinting that you wouldn’t mind going on a date with him at all and he’s ecstatic until he realizes he hasn’t been on a date before

he takes you out to a nice restaurant and insists on paying for everything

nothing much changes with your routine but atsushi likes to bring you breakfast in the morning and the two of you have little dates before going into the office

he knows how worried you get when he goes out on especially dangerous missions but he does everything he can to protect the city and the new home he found with the agency and you

this guy was one of the people, other than yosano and fukuzawa, who interviewed you for the job and you can’t forget how intense he was when it came to asking questions

of course, you answered all of them well but kunikida was very serious that you knew how dangerous it could be to be involved with the agency

there was a self-defense portion in the interview that you knew about and of course kunikida was the one who added that

to his pleasant surprise, you managed to dodge all his incoming attacks (kunikida lowkey found it hot, like that’s requirement number ten on his list checked right there)

kunikida does get injured a fair amount during missions and he doesn’t want to get dissected by yosano all the time so he goes to your clinic that’s right near the office

he likes how efficiently you work and how gentle your hands are that even when you’re stitching up his wound he almost can’t feel a thing

however, kunikida does have a bad habit of not resting for the appropriate number of days. like, even with a bullet wound he’ll still hobble over to his desk to finish his paperwork

once, he came down with a terrible case of the flu so of course you sent him home only for kunikida to sneak back into the office when he thought no one was looking

you ended up taking kunikida home but poor guy could barely do anything by himself so you took care of him too

kunikida is definitely the delirious babbling when he’s sick so he ends up talking about his list of traits for an ideal woman and how you filled out a good portion of it

when he wakes up (much more sane) he sees you reading that list on his notebook and he’s like WAIT WHAT ARE YOU DOING

he handed you the notebook personally before passing out and kunikida can’t live it down

you: well, even if i don’t match all these requirements, would you still be interested in going out?

kunikida: yes... please

everyone can tell that kunikida’s about to go on a date because of how nervous he is the entire day

he knows how tight your schedule can be and how busy he is with with work but he always makes time to have his lunchbreak with you

loves to hear about your day and even has some space in his notebook dedicated to any interesting stories you have

the first time you met him was when he also had his physical check-up which ranpo insisted he didn’t need but fukuzawa made him so he had no choice but to follow

the entire time ranpo’s just like ‘nothing’s wrong with me, see?’ and then you do a simple dental check-up and find that he has like two cavities he didn’t want to tell anyone about it because he’s scared of the dentist *cue ranpo trying to run away and you grabbing him by the poncho*

of course fukuzawa makes him go to the dentist too but ranpo insists that you have to be the one to take him and schedule the appointment and come along

truth be told, you’ve always been pretty attracted to ranpo because you know of his skill as a detective so you were excited to have this day with him

only for you to have to physically restrain ranpo to the dentist’s chair (you even had to call kenji to help) while his teeth was getting checked

ranpo was squeezing your hand the entire time and he was fairly grumpy after the whole ordeal that he wouldn’t even talk to you until he asked if you could get ice cream

you: the dentist just told you to eat less sweets

ranpo: but i neeeeed them

you: fine, how about frozen yogurt?

after the dentist trip, you know how much of a hard time ranpo has with eating less sweets so you decide to leave fruit on his desk as a healthier alternative but he won’t TOUCH IT

after some bribery on fukuzawa’s part (’i’ll acknowledge you if you eat fruit more and also tell atsushi to give you a piggyback ride every day’) he finally concedes

he actually finds himself liking fruit so in the afternoon he’ll swing by the office just in time for you to be slicing fruit

ranpo gets over the fact that you sent him to the dentist and enjoys his time in the clinic eating fruit with you and sleeping on the cots inside

your clinic is where he hides when he doesn’t want to do work and when he pouts and asks you to say that he’s sick you can’t help but go along with it

he’s also super physically affectionate around you. will literally have his body draped over yours sometimes while you work

people start talking about how you two look good there and one time someone asked if the two of you are dating and ranpo’s like ‘of course we are!’

and you’re surprised self is about to protest when ranpo smirks at you and says ‘why? am i wrong?’

lmao ofc he’s not you’ve been struggling to keep yourself from being a flustered mess around him

he’s still clingy around you but this time he comes into the clinic every few minutes to ask for a kiss

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[nafeary]

Napoleon, Theo, Dazai, and Jean reacting to College Student!MC Stressed by Deadlines

Requested by @hqissodelicate:

hey toni boo, sara/delicateikemenmemes here ❤ i've been Going Through It with school 😔 so i was thinking of how my boos napoleon, theo, dazai & jean would react to MC who's a (stressed, exhausted) student who got yeeted to the mansion in the midst of a bunch of deadlines? thank you boo & i hope you're drinking your water 💙😤

✧✎ A/N: I’m sorry it took me this long to finish... but this was super fun to write and it helped me get back into writing after such a long break due to school bs. I’m not too satisfied with Dazai’a and the haphazard scenario/headcanons mush, but I still quite like this I think. Thank you for the request dear! Take care and drink water, everyone!

Warnings: Stress and mild mentions of anxiety, and like one mention of sexual intercourse

Napoleon Bonaparte

“You’re just a chore, after all.”

You whirled around. “Don’t act like your job is going to be that hard,” you could only scoff in annoyance, “I’m going to be inside my room all day, anyway.”

At first, Napoleon was slightly confused by your statement. Wouldn’t you want to explore this new world at all? But according to code, he’d just smirk and go (sleep) do smth

And true to your statement, you did stay inside your room for the most part

It’s not like your quadrillion essays would write themselves

It’s not like your college would just excuse your tardiness

It’s not like—

“Nunuche, you sure you don’t need a break from... whatever you’re doing?”

Napoleon was quite suddenly standing besides you, trying to read the mess that you’ve created.

“And who gave you permission to enter?”

“Me, obviously. I did have the impression that you were in danger, judging from the amount of curses I perceived.”

You could have died from embarrassment. Of course he had to hear your yells of frustration, stemming from the fact that your laptop was out of order, that you had no idea how to use ink properly, and—

“Have you realised that you regularly zone out?”

“I suppose? But if you wouldn’t mind, I really need to finish...” you trailed off, gesturing to the papers in front of you.

However, at his inquisitive gaze, you decided to explain that these were essays that could very well decide how you’d pass university, and, upon further inquiry, elaborated how a modern student’s life looked like

He never interrupted you unnecessarily, only to ask questions when a concept was too modern for him to comprehend

Your cursed assignments certainly made your life in the past harder to enjoy, but it also brought you and the emperor closer than ever

Unable to access the internet—or visit the college library—you had no proper sources for you references (considering that Comte’s library had no modern content, naturally)

You also didn’t want to bother Sebastian, especially since him and Comte had shown so much understanding for your peril that they practically forbid you from helping him out around the mansion

Their reasoning didn’t make you feel less bad though

Hence, you only had one option left that could complete your last essay

Which oh-so conveniently encompasses the Napoleonic Wars, something you truly did not want to burden him with

“Napoleon? Remember those essays that I have to finish for my university courses?”

“Of course.”

You were twiddling your thumbs, contemplating whether your grades are worth revisiting unpleasant memories, aka the taboo of the mansion

Abruptly, he grabbed your cheeks with just enough force to turn you away from looking at your feet, but not enough to inflict pain. “If there is anything I can help you with, I’d never shy away from it.”

Begrudgingly, you inquired him about his reign with as little focus on the gruesome details as possible your professor be damned

And holy shit, he’s amazing at writing? And Not just cringey love letters? Panty Sniffer Napoleon brrrrr

As you grew closer, he’s spoil you with vitamin-rich snacks (going as far as asking Arthur and Sebastian for medical advice)

He enjoys carving cute shapes out of fruits and eggs because he knows that their and his adorable presence will prompt the perfect amount of distraction to allow a small moment of rest

Says that it’s his duty as your guard and boyfriend to take care of your overworking habits

Expect frequent complaints from your beau, ranging from “how could they assign so many essays? Aren’t students just humans, too?” to “‘Reasons Why Edison Is Better Than Newton’? Do they even know what they’re talking about? Tch!”

Theodorus Van Gogh

You gleefully indulged in his charades for the first few days. They were a welcome distraction from your college work, after all

But the procrastination was accompanied by guilt, your anxiety building up every second you spent helping Sebastian with the chores, and gallivanting around town with Theo

A week passed before your sense of responsibility finally kicked in. So when Sebas came to wake you up just as the sun peaked past the horizon, you were already scribbling away on some sheets you’d found in your drawers

“Ah, good morning, Sebastian-san.”

“Good morning... what are you writing, if I may ask?”

“Just some essays for my college courses...” you said, glancing dejectedly at your notes.

Now that you didn’t have access to the internet, and your laptop’s battery was all used up, it made your work all the more tedious, but you had to set your teeth and do this.

“Give me 10 minutes, and I’ll join you in the kitchen.”

He had wanted to argue, but you didn’t let him. And when he saw you leaving the house with Theo later in the afternoon, he could only shake his head.

You felt like you owed the art dealer, especially since you blurted out his secret the literal next moment, so you committed to helping him while also keeping up with your work

Although, him calling you dog wasn’t nice either—even though, according to Sebas’ explanation, Hondje wasn’t exactly the equivalent to mutt

That cycle continued for days. Helping out around the mansion, getting pulled around by Theo, and writing your essays deep into the night

Not to mention all the worries that pressured your shoulders further and further into the ground

You were missing so many group project deadlines, disappointing people that relied on you... it was safe to say that sleep did not come easy, if barely

Just before you arrived at your room after a late night art exhibit did your body decide to fail you, tripping over nothing multiple times.

It prompted Theo to call you out before you could even think of rushing past the door, steadying you with a hand more gentle than you had ever experienced it to be.

“Sebas informed me that you’ve been working yourself to death.”

You silently cursed the butler. “I haven’t—“

“Give me your laptop.”

Perplexion ran across your mien, wondering how he could possibly have remembered such a modern detail from your countless rambles. “It’s batt— it doesn’t work right now, so it’s not like it would stop me from working.”

Arguing with the devil was a mistake.

He snaked his arms around you, holding the door handle in place with one hand while the other still kept you upright. “I don’t care whether you work or not, I’m not your mother. And regardless of its abilities, hand it over, knabbletje.”

What other choice did you have but to comply?

He ordered—yes, ordered—you to go to bed right that instant

If you hesistanly ask him to do the same (we all know what a hard worker he is), he’ll just press a guileless kiss to your forehand, telling you not to worry about him

The next morning, you were already worrying for your baby’s safety within the sadist’s hands when the devil invited himself into your room

“Ever heard of knocking?”

“Morning to you, too, Hondje.” He sent you an overly handsome smirk, handing you the laptop tucked underneath his arms. “You won’t be able to use that spider web Sebas told me about, but writing should work.”

You stared at Theo in disbelief, all the while internally laughing at him misinterpreting the World Wide Web. Deciding to trust in him, you clicked the power button. And sure enough, it sprang to life. “What... how in the world did you...”

Leo overheard you and Sebas talking about solar energy sometime… hush, just run with it

He fell into the seat next to you, propping his chin upon his fist. “I didn’t do anything. Just asked Sebas whether there was a way for you to use this. Leonardo took notice and tinkered around with it. Don’t ask—ah!”

You threw your arms around his shoulders, pressing your face into the crook of his neck. “Thank you for taking care of me, Theo.”

Would you have lifted your face, then you’d have caught a glimpse of the vermillion shading his cheeks. “I didn’t do it to help you. I simply can’t risk having you become a liability at work. That’s all.”

Anyway, tsundere tendencies aside, you know what another big factor of dating Theo is?

King if you’re not allergic, understandably, if so, he’ll change his clothes before even thinking of visiting you

On days that you decide to be especially stubborn, he pulls you outside, all the whilst whistling for the jolly golden retriever

And as soon as he comes running, your mind goes brrrrr cute dog

Although, he’ll try his best not to distract you from work. He knows from personal experience that it’s a much bigger annoyance than help

Thus, he’ll certainly use his connections and amiable rip Shakes relationships with the residents to help you out with the research process

Also, with his superior memory, he knows what generally makes you happy and relaxed, so he’ll be his usual observant self to decipher just what would help you perfectly relax/finish your work

Hardworking boi, please love him

Dazai Osamu

Dazai is the type of person that doesn’t mind upsetting people and risking someone’s disdain if it supports that person in the long run

And he’s able to read people like books, so it shouldn’t be surprising that he knows you’re overwhelmed before you even realize it

You’ve been going to sleep too late and waking up too early? He’ll gently force you (if you’re 100% against it, he won’t do it ofc) to sleep beside him, making sure that you won’t rise with the sun for once

You’ve been exposing your wrist to heavy sprain? He’ll teach you some handy-dandy 5 Min Crafts techniques that are guaranteed to send your hands on a vacation

You've been suffering from writer’s block? Time to go on a lovely stroll through nature with your boo

Your shoulders and neck are hurting beyond sanity? He swears by hot springs, so the thermae is his go-to for when you need to relive some muscle kinks

He never fails to procure the perfect amount of bubbles and temperature. And depending on how comfortable you are with it, he’ll offer to wash your hair.

And since dude got Disney princess hands, you most probably fall asleep, but our man is there to hold you above the water

His bare thighs are an added bonus, sending your mind into spirals faaaar away from college work

After you’re done bathing, he’ll ask you whether you’d like him to braid your hair (if it’s long enough), and his Disney princess hands will not disappoint

In the beginning, it was incredibly vexing to have a security cam in the form of a handsome man always on the qui vive

But at some point, you started embracing Dazai’s overwhelmingly passive—you knew exactly what he was doing whenever he’d do something random—protectiveness

Especially since it didn’t only help you complete your work; on the contrary, you were always excited to spend time with the Japanese writer

But that didn’t curb your confusion at the whole debacle. Why was he this focused on your well-being?

So, you decided to confront him

“Dazai?” Once again, you were relaxing in his arms, his fingers threading through your hair lulling you into a dreamlike state.

He ticked his head to the side, pulling your entwined hands closer towards his heart. The sun streamed into the run at just the right angle, yet the golden light was not as bright as his vivid citrine orbs.

You sighed, unable to look at his stupid handsome face for too long. ”Why is it that you insist on taking care of me?”

“Someone has to, Toshiko-san.”

You’d have blurted out your feelings if it wasn’t for the sudden embrace you found yourself in. As guileless as it appeared, you knew he was trying to stop you from acting on your thoughts.

Deciding that you didn’t want to pressure him further (after all, you knew that he had a hellish first life), you accepted the unclarity of his feelings—even though his actions spoke loud enough for you to understand.

It was that day that you decided to repay him for all he’s done for you

And you wouldn’t let him yeet himself through a window in an attempt to evade the love sent his way this time

Even if it took decades, you wanted him to feel just as safe and loved as you did in his company

You were glad to have such a caring man by your side who helps you with managing you self care

You could only hope that he’d allow himself to be treated the same way

Please just take our love, boo. We love you

Jean d’Arc

Well fuck, how could he possibly help someone who’s stressed when he himself is a 24/7 McDonalds that only sells Chicken McStress?

Anywho, I feel like he’d be the complete opposite of Dazai when confronted with a stressed MC

He’d care just as much, of course, but he thinks that it would be better to give her space, since he himself understands the desire for solitude well

So yeah, I can see him not going out of his way to check up on you if you weren’t super duper close friends/lovers IF it wasn’t for his friend Napoleon

After all, it was him who gave your boyfriend a lil talk, convincing him that, perhaps even if someone needs space, they probably still need someone to look after them

Living with Jean is basically Ted Talks everyday

Anyway, he embarked on his journey to hopefully help you and and to relieve some stress that was wearing you down (according to the statement of several residents)

And, finding himself halting abruptly, our pessimistic little bean realised that he’s got zero idea what did help you attain bliss

So he opted for the next best option—things he knew that made his friends relax

Plan A

Hearing a few oddly reluctant raps on your door, you went to open it. As soon as you did, the beautiful man who’d captured your heart entered your vision, your eyes finding his amethyst ones immediately.

You two stayed like that for a moments, only breaking eye contact when he sighed and simultaneously thrusted a mug into your hand, already in the process striding back to his own room.

“Uhm… Jean? I’m a bit busy right now, but would you like to come in?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Don’t you find it inappropriate for a man to enter your room, mademoiselle?”

“Jean,” you giggled at his archaic mindset, gently rubbing your thumb between his brows to even out the crease. “We’ve had sex before, you know. Of course you ca—“

Wrong thing to say. He stormed past you, vermillion cheeks practically leaving a trail.

Chuckling to yourself, you turned to the mug’s contents. “Hm? Hot chocolate?”

Plan B:

“If this doesn’t harbor your discomfort…” Your boyfriend reluctantly stood in your room’s corner, standing straighter than a rod.

Frankly, your essays have kept you entirely too busy, and you longed for the warmth of the French man’s feather-like embrace.

“On the contrary, I enjoy your presence.” And you went right back to scribbling away.

Jean frowned. “Haven’t you been writing stories since this morning?”

“They’re not stories… and, yeah? I believe so.”

Stepping towards your seated form, he extended his hand; you grabbed it without thinking twice. “Is everything alrig—whoa!”

With the ease of a seasoned soldier, he picked you up before haphazardly tugging you into bed with bewilderment maring your features. “You should sleep.”

“—what?”

He stared at you blankly, as if expecting you to fall into the land of dreams right that instant.

“Did something prompt,” you slipped your arms out from underneath the duvets, gesturing wildly, “this?”

It was hard to be upset with Jean, his clueless but genuine persona the reason why you fell for him, yet you couldn’t disguise the irritation coursing through your veins—you had work to return to, after all.

“I think you need to rest, mademoiselle.”

Your blinking made him avert his eyes, explaining quietly, “I am uncertain what supports your release of tension, so I thought that perhaps sleeping could help since it certainly does show affect with Napoleon.”

“Ah, and you made me hot chocolate since that’s what calms Mozart.”

After internally simping for his soft and wholesome dumbass energy, you pulled him to bed beside you, claiming that it would help you relax (but only after telling him that it was okay for him to ask for your preferences)

And falling asleep to the heartbeat underneath his broad chest is definitely a 5-star-resort vacation

He’d eventually ask his relationship advisor Napoleon whether it is okay to have you help them out with his reading/writing lessons (you

You, alongside Napoleon, steadily agreed, despite knowing that it was a ploy to keep you away from overworking

Please also love this boy, thanks

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[dragonsongs-reprise]

Ranpo, Kunikida, and Dazai for the ask meme?

Give Me A Character; And I’ll break their ass down:

Sorry in advance for the long response!

Ranpo:

How do I feel about this character:One of the more interesting characters of the series as he has no ability despite the series focusing almost solely on ability users. A good boy that made me emotional while reading his light novel (okay, I also cried at the Oda scene like the Oda fangirl I am but that’s besides the point). A small boy that I wanna protect.

All the people I ship romantic with this character:Poe: I just,, love how pure Ranpoe is. They are soft boys together.Also, I feel into Ranzai hell because I hate getting new content of the ships I like. Okay, but Dazai and Ranpo have the personalities and capability of having great chemistry together and I just,, I love them smart boys together,

My non-romantic OTP for this character:Yosano: They just have nights where they hang out talking shit about everyone else while also talking about their love life.Fukuzawa: Give me the father/son content that I need! Also: In AU’s where Oda survived, them being good friends, it A+ stuff

My unpopular opinion about this character:He’s not the gremlin man-child the fandom makes him out to be.

One thing i wish would happen/ had happened with this character in canon:More of the interactions Ranpo had with Fukuzawa and the ADA members between light novel 3 and the current story.

Let me put the rest under a read more cause I wrote so much!!

Kunikida:

How do I feel about this character:Uhh, besides the fact that he is one of two characters I’ll cry about for an hour about in this series? Okay, let me be serious here. Kunikida is the best written and developed character in the series besides Oda. He is such a good boy. The fact that he holds onto his ideals and the way of life he set out for himself even when these are constantly tested and pushed over and over again is just so awe-inspiring. Such a noble man and a person of virtue. He so selfless and he just wants to protect everyone he can. And the moment that he fails for whatever reason, the lose hits him hard. And even when he loses someone, he puts his heart out for people again and again. He just wants, no needs, to help people, the consequences to himself be damned. I just,,,, really love Kunikida and I can and will cry about him.Also, he’s a sharped dressed glasses boy with long hair, I was in love with his design before I even fell in love with his character

All the people I ship romantic with this character:Dazai: Since the very first episode of the anime. These two truly understand each other better then anyone else at the agency. Also, they care about each other so much!!! They have their fights sure, but they’re never malicious in nature. Please, just read light novel 1! It’s the good Kunikidazai content, and it shows just how quickly they get to understand and know each other.Katai: Ever since chapter.41 got translated, I fall in love with them. First off, childhood friends guys, the good stuff. But, they truly are such good friends that care about each other so much and would go to any length for each other!Oda: In AU’s where Oda lives. I think the two of them would get along so well, They’re similar in many ways, yet they have enough little differences in their view points and life experiences that they wouldn’t become stale togetherAngo: Glasses boys that deal with DazaiAlso, lowkey ship with Chuuya and Ranpo

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Anyone under 18 in the series are now his kids, no ifs or buts. He’s every child’s parent now. A family can be a 22 year old man and his many kidsFukuzawa: Father/son bonding over training together

My unpopular opinion about this character: Stop making Kunikida heartless and cold 2K17!!!

One thing i wish would happen/ had happened with this character in canon:“Slides Asagiri $20* Please, I beg you. Give me the forbidden Kunikida backstory on how he became the driven man he is nowKunikidazai team up in the manga, please!Also, Kunikatai going to school togetherWhat do you mean I was only supposed to list 1 thing??

Dazai:

How do I feel about this character: I hate this guy *starts sweating* Okay, I love Dazai a lot! But! I’m not gonna be a Dazai apologist, the boy has done MANY things wrong, Yet, I find myself so invested in him, even though he’s one of the biggest asshole in the entire series. Characters with grey morality and complex issues that aren’t explored to their full potential in canon are some of my favorite character types, and Dazai is like my top choice for both of these. Also, he’s so much fun to dissect and break down into meta writing and just trying to understand his thinking is fascinating to me.Also, the man is really fucking pretty. 10/10, no matter what he’s wearing or what era it is

All the people I ship romantic with this character: Kunikida: As I said before, I’m a HUGE Kunikidazai shipper. I love how Dazai actually respects Kunikida and the man’s dreams and ideals. Dazai himself may be a pragmatist, but he loves the fact that Kunikida can still be this idealistic person even when the world kicks him down over and over. They just,,, have a wonderful relationship built of mutual trust and respect for each otherRanpo: These two are the closest in intelligence out of the ADA and both of them have a talent of being able to read people. I think they would have an interesting dynamic together.Fyodor: Purely for the aesthetic and dynamic that a relationship could bring. It wouldn’t be a 100% healthy relationship, but,,, blame the Callme RP circle and my love for ships where both people are so similar in some ways that it’s terrifying for this.Chuuya: Lowkey, but let it be known. The only reason that I started to really like them together was because someone brought up a Yokai & hunter AU and they said they didn’t know anything about yokai lore so they couldn’t talk about it and my yokai loving ass went: Hey!!!! I can write that!!!

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Oda: Their platonic relationship is super important to me. I just,,, really love itFukuzawa: Give me Fukuzawa being a good boss to Dazai and trying to be a positive role of authority in Dazai’s life after he worked with Mori the cuck.Yosano: Give me these two being drinking buddies and going to bars and having competitions with each other over who can have the most people respond positively towards their flirting.Hirotsu: Mafia granddad who still cares about Dazai after he left the mafia, I just really love it

My unpopular opinion about this character: We gotta stop with the thing that people do where they say that Dazai’s past actions are okay because he’s gotten better. Cause that ain’t how redemption works.Also, he isn’t the best written character in the series currently. Even though I can see how he easily could be written better.

One thing i wish would happen/ had happened with this character in canon: Let! Him! Fail! He needs to fall down a peg and he neds to know that he can be wrong! I’m kinda tired of the “It was all part of my keikaku all along!” bullshit(Translator note: Keikaku means plan)Also, can we have more time dictated to show how these problems that Dazai clearly has affects his day-to-day life? Like, show us that sometimes he’s too depressed to even get out of bed for work in the morning.

[who-ever-said-i-was-nice]

could we have mc falling down the stairs and getting a concussion with ikevamp pls?

I got ya! Sorry it took this long...

Comte

you where at a party with Comte

 while he talked to guests you excused yourself and walked outside

on the way out you  accidentally ran into a man

he helped you up, you apologized and continued walking

you reached the front door and stepped outside

suddenly a very angry lady burst outside and came right at you

“ Why where you talking to me husband!” you looked at her, a little confused

“ Well, I bumped into him and I had to apologize. That’s the right thing to do. Non?”

“ You’re lying!” “ Listen here I already have a boyfriend. And he’s the most loving, caring, kind-hearted, sweet person I have ever met! Why the hell would I go talking to your husband!” “ You lying little bi**h. I know you want to steal him away. I can’t let that happen. No hard feelings right?”

she looked at you, her words dripping with venom and before you could react she pushed you down the stairs.

you fell and hit your head hard  on one of the steps

you heard a commotion at the top of the stair and you where pretty sure you saw a golden figure bend over you, but you blacked out

when you woke up you realized you where back home in your bed

you looked over to your right and saw a very tired looking Comte smiling down at you

you felt guilty so you apologized

he combed your hair and reassured you that everything’s fine and he isn’t mad at you

he was super worried but he won’t let it show for your sake

Oh yessssss some nice juicy drama * faints because of my own work*

Leonardo

uuuuuuuh this man will have a heart attack

you where walking around town, when you came across this huge library

you were super exited about it so Leo decided to walk you around

you two had a blast

you where mesmerized at the millions of old books inside

When you found something interesting you would bounce up and down like the adorable little dork you where and Leo would chuckle, loving every second of it

when it was time to leave you skipped out followed by Leo

you where walking down the stairs explaining about modern libraries when you slipped and fell backwards hitting your head on the step

Leo couldn’t catch you

the last thing you remember is Leonardo’s worried face

you woke up in your bed

you looked around the room

suddenly you felt the blanket shift a bit

as you lifted it Lumiere crawled out

he nudged your cheek and curled up beside you

you pet him for a while and then got up

“ OUCh! Oh Cara mia you’re awake

yup he fell asleep right next to your bed on the floor

you giggled and gently tugged him up and into the bed

you cuddled for a solid 2 hours

Arthur

it was winter

you where walking home after a case

you where talking and laughing

but the ground was icy and as you where walking by the entrance to a building you pointed at something and accidentally slipped

Arthur was looking at what you pointed at when he heard a dull thump a groan and a horrible crack

he whirled around only to see you on the ground, knocked out and a small stream of blood was flowing from your cheek

he immediately scooped you up and ran, all the while beating himself up for not catching you

you woke up in your bed

Arthur was passed out on the bed next to you

you realized your head was bandaged, you had a band-aid on your cheek and your arm was in a sling

when he felt you stir Arthur woke up and hugged you

turns out you blocked most of the fall with your hand so you didn’t break your head, and managed to get away with a concussion, but your left arm payed the price because now it was broken

This doctor was worried sick

Theo

Theoooooo mah boi

you just finished up at one of Theo’s art exhibition? displays? showcases? i don’t know, just imagine the correct version here

he had just made a really good deal and he was visibly happy

you two chatted as you walked outside

as you reached the bottom and where standing there waiting for a carriage, a rabid dog jumped out of the bush and attacked you knocking you to the ground

Theo couldn’t catch you he was to busy getting the dog to leave

you hit your head on the last step really hard and within a few moments you lost conciseness

You woke up in your bed the next day (or so you thought)

Theo was sitting next to you holding your hand

he pulled you into a tight hug

“ Silly Y/N scarring me like this.”

you broke free from his bear hug, only to pull your lover into a passionate kiss

when you pulled away he stared  into your eyes

Theo’s not the type to convert his emotions into words he prefers actions and the way he’s looking at you now melts your heart and you know how much he worried about you

“Thank you for taking care of me Theo. I’m a little sleepy now but can you stay a while” he snorted “ Wasn’t  a day and a half enough for you” buuut he’s a cutie so he crawled into bed with you and held you close as you fell asleep

*Me writing a part for Theo*: yes yes let’s make Theo’s favorite animal into the villain of this. ok and then let’s traumatize him by making you sleep for a long time. AAAAHHHHAHAHAHA I’m so evil. Ok so now that i have that out of my system let’s make this the sappiest of them all. OML I LOVE HIM

Dazai

Dazai and you where walking from the gazebo after *caught* things *caught*

no I’m kidding you had a tea party and  made rhymes about little dolls and bird and playgrounds

you cute little dorks I love you so much

Sebas was watering the plants there a few minutes ago and it got onto the steppes

Dazai was busy making ridiculously stupid dad jokes and you where laughing your head off

sadly you didn’t notice the puddle and slipped on it banging your head on the step

the last thing you remember was Dazai wrapping his arms around you and lifting you up whispering “ I got you little bird”

you woke up in your bed in the evening

Dazai was right next to you stroking your hair

“ Good morning, Toshiko-san!” you couldn’t help but laugh

Dazai was worried about you but he likes to live his life by the saying: Laughter is the best medicine

Vincent

you when to a church because Vincent wanted to paint it

however once he finished most of it he decided it was missing something

something that could immediately turn any plain picture into a beautiful masterpiece

you 

he asked you to model and you gladly agreed

you sat on the steppes and let Vincent paint you

once he was finished you jumped up and started hurrying down the stairs to see how it looked

unfortunately you slipped on one of the worn down steps and fell back banging you head and blacking out

Vincent saw this and rushed up to you

he was beside himself

he already has trouble dealing with emotions, and he just saw your life flash before his eyes

baby boy is traumatized

he picked you up and since he couldn’t carry it ditched the paining and ran to the nearest carriage

you woke up with Vincent by your side

he held your hand and smiled gently

“You’re awake thank God!”

you asked about the painting and he said he just left it there

needles to say you felt horrible so you asked if you could go back

he laughed saying it’s probably gone but complied

surprisingly the painting was still there

Napoleon

you where fencing

it was all fun and games

you would try your best and Leon would disarm you with ease

sometimes he would let you win by dropping the foil very obviously and saying something stupid like Oh no nunuce you got me again

either way it would always result in him picking you up and tickling you

at one point you where standing near the stairs

you where trying to disarm him and didn’t notice them

you stepped back and tripped and fell hitting your head on one of the stairs

the former emperor of France felt his blood chill 

he had never seen something scarier then you passed out on the stairs

in a flash he was by your side scooped you up and ran into the house

you woke up a few hours later and sitting right next to you, squeezing your hand like there is no tomorrow, was Napoleon

Honestly he looked like he had aged 50 years

but as son as you made eye contact all that  disappeared as if it wasn’t even there to begin with

He hugged you and semi scolded you for being a nunuce and scaring him

Jean

My apology for this one instead of stairs I used a horse. Also based on a true story, sorta. I didn’t have Jean.😢😂

soldier boy

so you where riding with Jean one day

you loved these little outings

the way the wind whipped your hair and the landscape rushed past you as you rode into the sunset

romantic I know

but you have to remember that this also has it’s dangers...

that day you stayed out a bit longer then usual

the sun had already set when you decided it was time to go

so  you started making your way back through the dark forest

 suddenly a fox dashed across the rode and scared your horse

it reared and trashed an threw you off it’s back

you hit your head and blacked out

you woke up the next morning in Jean’s bed

he himself sat beside you

he had his eye patch off and he had bags under his eyes

it was clear he stayed up all night ( he was that worried)

you felt guilty

you got up and hugged him against your chest  caressing his hair

he sighed “ I was so worried about you mademoiselle“

you giggled at the name “ I’m sorry monsieur“

he looked up at you lovingly, deep purple eyes shining

he reached up to cup your cheek as you threaded your hand through his hair and you both met in a passionate kiss

Me: YOU MAY KISS THE BRIDE!!!!!! *sigh* I have lost my mind i case you haven’t noticed

Mozart

tsundere baby

Mozart had just finished one of his performances

and of coarse he killed it

since the place was not that far from the mansion you decided to walk to spare Mozart’s stomach

you where walking and you spotted something you stopped and excitedly pointed at it

Mozart rolled his eyes and kept going “You already have a plushie”

you playfully pouted but ran to catch up to him

suddenly a carriage rolled past you really close and scared you

you lost you balance and fell, hitting your head on the steppes of the building on your right

 Mozart wheeled around and saw you on the ground

he cursed himself for not being next to you,

he quickly picked you up and ran

You woke up the next day

Mozart was right next to you

“ This is why I hate carriages”

you burst out laughing and hugged him

he hugged you back and then slowly placed you back onto the bed

he then knelt down and brought up a bag and placed on your lap

you looked into the bad and in it was the plushie you where looking at before the accident

“ I thought it might make you feel better” the blush was visible on his cheeks

“ Oh, Mozart!” you threw your arms around him yet again “ I love it. I love you.” He buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent “I love you too”

Isaac

you where at the university

Isaac had finished his lectures and was surprised to see you there

or at least that was what he thought he looked like in actuality

he was flustered, and was stuttering, palm sweating a little

the kids (let’s call them that ok, they’re babies compared to Isaac anyway) got a kick out of that and where snickering in the background  

you where standing on the steppes when a little girl, who you figured was someones sibling came rushing up to you

now you where standing facing each other and this girl came in between the two of you pushing you in the process

you lost your balance and hit your head on the railing of the stairs and then crumpled to the ground

all you heard was screams and then nothing

you woke up that evening and the second you opened your eyes Isaac had you wrapped up in his arms and was holding you against his chest

“ Do you have any idea how worried I was! Thank God you’re awake”

you cupped his cheek and pulled him into a kiss

once you pulled away you smiled up at the now very flustered Isaac

“ Thank you for taking care of me Isaac!”

he mumbled a ‘you’re welcome’

you laughed and hugged him

Sebastian

so the two of you cuties where grocery shopping

you where finishing up and walking out laughing and talking

all of a sudden you heard screams from inside the store

you turned around only to see a man running at you at full speed

you didn’t have time to react

he knocked into you and sent your stuff flying and you tumbling down the stairs

you hit your head hard

the last thing you remember was Sebastian desperately calling your name

you woke up in your room and Sebastian pulled you into a hug and kissed you deeply

nah just kidding

*flick*Don’t ever do that again” “ DID YOU JUST FLICK MY FOREHEAD?!

he smiled sweetly and kissed your forehead right where he flicked it

“I’m saying this because I was worried about you” “ Well that changes things”

you both laughed and then you cuddled

bless Comte for giving Sebas the rest of the day off so you could cuddle

William Shookspear

You where actually on stage

From the start of your relationship Will knew you loved acting

So one day he decided to let you audition and you got the main part

shocker 

jkjk you where a great actress

 The play began and you killed it

absolutely blew everyone away

at the end you rushed backstage to meet your boyfriend

he was there smiling at you

it was honestly the sweetest, brightest smile you had ever sen him give you

you rushed down the steppes, but your dress got caught in a nail and yanked you back

you lost your balance and fell backwards

you immediately lost consciousness

you woke up in his room

he was sitting beside you with a worried expression

he asked if you where feeling alright and when you said you felt fine he let out a sigh of relief

“ Did I do good Will?” you asked timidly

he smiled brushed back your hair and planted a kiss to your forehead

“ You where amazing”

That’s it! I really hope you enjoyed! Stay safe out there!

[honeypirate]

58

Kunikida Doppo x Fem!Reader 

5495 words. I went hard for this guys.  

I took Ango’s ability for the reader because I like it and so this is now an AU where the reader has the Discourse on Decadence ability and takes memories from objects touched.

I know they don’t all live together but they do in this fic haha at least Kunikida, Dazai, and you are roommates although you’re hardly ever there together. Half of the time Dazai doesn't even sleep there. You’re the only one that really frequents, if you didn't all share rent you would assume you lived there alone save for late night run ins in the kitchen and bathroom. 

Warning: a couple swears.

Being in love with a man who was meticulous for following perfect schedules and plans was fine, you loved the structure and appreciated the consistency, but what really hurt, what really felt like your heart was ripped from your body with Akutagawa’s gift, was the fact that he had 58 conditions which he required for a spouse, and you only had 53 of them. You knew you failed his test, failed the expectations he had for a partner, and that someone as meticulous as him would never change his ways for someone who wasn’t above and beyond perfect when it came to those 58 ideals, but damn, you came so close, and that stung like a bitch. 

You had asked him one day what they were, out of curiosity when it naturally came up from Dazai teasing him about it, he showed you it with pleasure, and you noted mentally the boxes you filled, your heart cracking into more pieces with every box you didnt fill. 5, 5 things about you that are failures. You couldn't help but hate the number. 

You appeared at the door at 8am, right on the dot, the moment you were scheduled to be there and not a minute sooner or later. He really did like that about you, the fact that he never had to doubt you, he trusted that you always were where he scheduled you, you were the only one on the team that followed his orders to the T. “let’s go y/n we have to investigate a murder and your gift will really help” you nod with a smile “ready when you are” 

“Why did you want to join the detective agency?” he asks, he wasn't a huge part of your entrance exam and missed the questioning part Dazai did. You sigh as you think, remembering the day you joined 7 months ago, clasping your hands behind your back as you walk, “at first it was because I wanted to rebel, my parents wanted me to hide my gift and act like their perfect child, I dropped out of college and decided to train my gift, ultimately leading me to you guys. After I learned about how other gifteds are using their powers to help people I realized that I was using my gift poorly. I felt an overwhelming need to protect others, to protect my city, if i have this gift and shirk the responsibility it comes with, then it is just as much my fault if innocents die when I could have been the one to help them” 

He’s quiet for a while before he speaks again “that is admirable” is all he says before you get to your destination. If he was being honest, your answer was inspiring and he knows he would be writing it down in his notes later. 

You do your investigating, using the memories from the objects on the scene to find the culprit easily, finishing the job quicker than he had planned leaving you with approximately 14 minutes to spare in the schedule. As he finishes writing down some notes you appear beside him “we have like 12-13 minutes left in your schedule so i got us some roasted bonito. I didn’t see you eat like you normally do so i figured..” you shrug and hand him the food you bought him. He takes it from your gloved hand silently, his gaze piercing and prudent, but his heart was racing, you were so kind and always looked out for him. He appreciated your care but didn’t know how to react to it. “Efficient because we can eat it on our way back. Finishing early is always nice, I love the free moments where my mind is able to relax and process things.” You say and He watches you take a bite and hum softly as you appreciate the flavor. He makes a mental note to schedule in an extra 2-3 minutes on missions he goes on with you just so he can give you a second to breathe if you need it. 

You get back to the office with a few extra minutes to spare, you head to your desk to fill out paperwork and he watches you go, wondering why his heart seems to beat harder now that you left him. “Oooh does someone have a crush” Dazai says quietly as he teases Kunikida “I don’t know what you’re talking about. She is my coworker and besides,” “she lacks 5 of your spousal requirements yeah yeah. Maybe you're just a little too uptight with those 5, has anyone ever even gotten that close before?” Dazai looks at him with a smirk and Kunikida just walks off mumbling something about paperwork. 

The rest of the day went by as all of the rest seemed to, slow and filled with paperwork and sometimes smaller missions, you didn't mind though, in the office you had a straight line to watch Kunikida, and on missions you were helping people. You didn’t mind slow days, it meant no one was dying. 

You decided to break your routine, deciding to treat yourself to something special since your heart has been hurting for so long. You had a plan of getting something for dinner, doing a little indulgent spending, and then going home to drink a glass of wine and have a facemask and a movie night. You told Naomi of your plan since you two were close like sisters, not in her definition of a sibling though. 

You had dinner at your favorite restaurant, eating in the booth with the window that showed the sunset, then went to your favorite stores, buying a new silk red pajama set with shorts that had white lace around the leg openings. You bought a new red pencil skirt for work and a necklace that would match it. 

When you get home it’s so quiet you assume no one is there, you put your things away and shower before changing into your new pajamas, you had to admit, you looked delectable in them. You got a glass of wine and then took the bottle with you to your room to watch a movie. After about two glasses and half of the movie you felt a little tired so you decided to go to bed, you brought your glass and the wine back to the kitchen, wanting to put the bottle away in its cupboard and wash your cup. Although you only had two glasses you could feel your skin buzzing from the alcohol.  

As you go to put the bottle away you get startled when a voice speaks in the dark “What are you doing up so late?” His deep voice makes you jump and drop the glass and the bottle onto the floor around your bare feet, wine and glass going everywhere. “Hang on” he says and walks over, gently and easily lifting you up to sit on the countertop behind you as he grabbed towels and a broom to clean up the mess “i’m sorry Kunikida, you scared me but I should have been more careful” you whisper, why does the darkness of night always make you feel like you should whisper? “I’m sorry for frightening you, you have nothing to apologize for”  he finishes cleaning up the mess, throwing out the glass and paper towels before turning back to you. “You never answered my question” he says and you smile sweetly “just putting back the wine” you say innocently and a smile threatens to tug on his lips. 

“Oh you got wine on you” he says and before he realizes his actions he’s kneeled down on one knee, holding your foot gently and cleaning away the wine that has sprayed up your leg. “Ouch” you say and pull your foot away “what hurts?” he asks and then turns your foot gently “you have a piece of glass in your foot” he says and then gently pulls it free “wait here I am going to go get the first aid kit” before you can object he’s gone, down the hall to the bathroom.

When he comes back you’re swinging your feet softly and humming along to a song stuck in your head, he pauses for a moment at the doorway, noting how long and beautiful your legs looked in  your new pajamas, you made his mouth dry 

He came back, kneeling down once again to hold your foot, cleaning it with some peroxide before applying some neosporin and a bandaid, his cheeks flushed as he uses all of his willpower not to run his hands up your legs and grip your thighs, pushing your legs apart as he stands between them, kissing your soft- he cuts those thoughts short, you didn't meet the requirements, you weren’t the one. 

When he stood you followed what the alcohol in your veins was telling you, leaning into him you lay your head against the tall man's chest as you hugged him. “Thank you for always protecting me Kunikida” his hands find their way to your back, he can smell your shampoo and the natural scent of your skin, it's intoxicating to him.

 He had two choices, push you as far away as he could and reprimand you even though he is just as at fault, or embrace you and throw his list out the window. Maybe Dazai was right and he was too stuck up with the list, he was sure about one thing, that you were the only one who almost filled the entire list, the other five being self indulgent he could cross them out and then you would be the one. He was so confused, his life was his book, he was his book, his ideals were everything. Good thing ideals can change and evolve with time. 

You pull back and push him away softly before hopping down from the counter, your hands on his shoulders as you look up at him. He smiles down at you, a lovely smile that looked so genuine, filled with unspeakable loneliness in his eyes. You reach up and untie the crimson ribbon around his neck and stand on your tiptoes, kissing his cheek/chin and whispering a goodnight before walking off back to your bedroom. If he reprimanded you tomorrow you would blame the drinks and claim to be a lightweight. 

The next morning you wear your new crimson red pencil skirt, a white blouse tucked in, and the ribbon you took from Kunikida, around your neck twice and tied in bow, like the perfect choker that puts the necklace you bought the day before to shame. You slip on your black heels and exit your room, heading down to the kitchen to have a coffee and some breakfast, you’re usually up and out the door before everyone else so that you can take the long way to work, through the park to see the spring blooming. 

“You’re up early” his voice shocks you again, but this time you keep a hold on your coffee cup “I could say the same to you, I’m always up at this time. Coffee?” he nods with a small smile and you turn around to poor him some from the pot you made,  he never knew who made coffee, he knew that it was made when he got up but assumed you just put it on a timer, not that you were already up at this hour since you came into work right on time when you were scheduled. He wonders what you do with your mornings. 

You hand him a cup and he takes it with a smile “thank you y/n”  he says and you nod “no problem” you go back to making your breakfast,  pretending like last night’s incident isn’t fresh on your mind, until your toe kicks a piece of glass that was stuck under the lower cabinet. You crouch down, picking up the piece as Kinikida comes around “you’re not one to miss something Kunikida”  you hold it up with a sly smile “If i didn’t know better, I’d say I really flustered you last night” (if i didn't know about your list is more like it) his heart was racing, you did fluster him, “nonsense” he says, taking the glass and disposing of it, pretending to not notice the necklace you had made from his ribbon around your neck, or the way that you looked practically kneeling in front of him.

 You laugh as you stand, going back about your business, wrapping your breakfast up and throwing your bag over your shoulder before grabbing your travel coffee mug and sending him another, albeit fake this time, smile, “nonsense, I know I know, I don't even make the list.  58. I’ll see you at the office, Kunikida.” You bow slightly before leaving him in the kitchen, just as flustered as you had him last night, if you had pushed just a little more, he would have confessed, confessed that he has practically rewritten his list around you. Part of him wonders where you’re off to, you’re not scheduled for another hour and a half and he knows for a fact the walk takes ten minutes. He sighs, finishing his coffee, if he wanted to know he would just ask you later. 

The day went by smoothly, you did your missions, did your paperwork, and went home. Sadly though, because of a fight during a mission, you lost the ribbon you took from Kunikida and in turn got a ring of budding bruises and burns because of the villain using it to try and strangle you. What was worse was that you weren’t able to even see Kunikida for the rest of the day.

You walked up the steps of the home slowly, making sure you didn’t wake anyone, if they were even here, it’s past 11 now, your last fight took a while and so did the paperwork. If you shower quickly you can give yourself at least 20 minutes of time to relax and process before going to sleep, already hating your morning alarm. 

 You head to your room, take off your clothing and hang them up, placing the hanger by the door so that you can drop it by the dry cleaners in the morning. Once inside the bathroom you start the shower to warm up, looking at yourself in the mirror you gently touch your neck, hissing at the pain and quickly retreating your fingers. Sighing, you run your fingers through your hair, blood dried and caked in a few places making your fingers get stuck on tangles, you grab your comb and take it into the shower with you, combing through gently after it’s been washed and conditioned. 

You sigh again, grabbing the wine bottle, before you even reach for a glass you think better of it, uncorking it and drinking straight from the bottle. The sound of the bottom of the bottle scraping as you placed it down against the marble sounded loud in the quiet, dark room, but compared to the sound of the feet stomping down the stairs it was silent. 

You take another drink then gasp as the light turns on in the kitchen, causing you to yet again drop what you were holding on to the floor, the bottle shattering around your feet and your head hanging, this isn't what you needed, something else to keep you from sleep. Before you can even think of bending down to clean up the mess, you are lifted to the counter again, the same as the previous night, but what made it different was the gentle fingers, turning your face up to look at him. 

“We have to stop meeting like this” you say, trying to diffuse the tension, but by the way his lips turned down into a frown, made you break, you couldn’t get reprimanded right now, not by him, not by the one person you wish would comfort you. You tear your head from his grasp, looking back down at your lap as the tears gather in your eyes and your throat tightens in what feels like agony.  

“Stay here” he says as he disappears, once he’s gone your face scrunches up, failing to hold back tears anymore you cover your face with your hands, muffling your cries and hiding your face even though the hot tears just slid down your palms and off your chin, hitting your thighs silently. 

When he gets back he pauses, seeing you look so vulnerable, at your end, he’s never seen you like this and it absolutely kills him. he knows his damn list, knows what he has said before, but somehow, regardless of his words or actions, his heart has chosen for itself. He crosses the room in seconds, sets the first aid kit down beside you, and wraps his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. 

your hands find their way around his back, grabbing fistfulls of the shirt he was wearing, your face buried in his chest as your tears soaked through the fabric. He held you tight, his hand smoothing down your hair as your sobs wracked through you. When you were done crying he held you longer, waiting for when you were ready, when you would pull away. 

All he can think about as he holds you was how pissed off he was when Dazai told him you were attacked, how pissed off he was at the villian you fought. But so proud of you for your win, for your fighting skills, he was told you were almost killed, almost strangled to death with your necklace, the necklace that was made from his ribbon. It made him angry because he wasn't there to keep that from happening, he knew you were strong but he felt this pit in his stomach, that he was so close to losing you and you didn't even know that he cared so much for you. The way Dazai looked at him made him angrier, all he could do was change the subject and finish paperwork. He was worried about you. When he heard you in the shower he was grateful you were home, he resisted going to you when he heard you back in your room, told himself to go to sleep when he heard your footsteps go back down the steps. But when he didn’t hear you come back in a few minutes he couldn’t control himself, running down the steps as quick as he could, he couldn't help it, he needed to make sure you were okay. 

When you pulled back from him you felt embarrassed, “Sorry Kuni-” he tilts your head up to look at him “you have nothing to be sorry about” he whispers, brushing your tears away and then leans down to kiss your forehead. You gasp in shock as he acts like this was a normal thing between you two, looking at him with wide, bloodshot eyes as he grabs the first aid kit. He takes out the Neosporin and then puts some on his fingers before gently rubbing some on your neck, you hiss and pull away from the pain “I’m sorry” he says and you shake your head before taking his other hand, holding it as you tilt your face away to expose your neck better in the light. 

He frowns as he sees the extent of damage your neck took. “I’m sorry for taking your ribbon. Karma, i guess” you whisper through gritted teeth as he gently applies the cream to your neck, the broken bottle and spilled wine forgotten about for the time being. “Hush” he says and squeezes your hand, he moves to the other side of your neck and you roll your head to keep the correct side of the wound in the light. His touch feels nice on your neck, his gentle cool fingers against your angry red, wounded neck,  you sigh softly, a sweet sound to his ears. He squeezes your hand again as he finishes his work and you drop it, turning your face to look at him. 

“You can have any ribbon of mine you want” he says calmly as he grabs a hand towel from the counter and crouches down, wiping up the wine carefully. You look down at him with your eyebrows raised “Kunikida?” He looks up at you from your feet “what?” He responds and you chuckle softly, your stuffy nose changing the sound “why are you being so nice to me?” He looks back down to his cleaning so you don’t see his blushing cheeks, his heart beating wildly, “what do you mean? I’m a nice guy” he says and you laugh “you are. But you’re making me feel special, that’s usually not your M.O.  I mean I’m not even that worthy by your standards.” You say and you feel your heart crack at finally saying the truth out loud. 

He sighs, the weight in the room heavy as he finishes cleaning up the wine and glass, just throwing away the glass towel, making a mental note to buy a replacement tomorrow. He walks back over to where you are, still sitting on the counter, looking down at your toes and focusing on the cool tile under your palms and the way the heat in your neck throbs. 

He places his palms against your knees, gently opening them to stand between them, you gasp as he places his fingers under your chin and tilts your face up to look at him. He looks fiercely serious and your eyes flick down to his lips for a second before meeting his eye again, blushing as he smirks at your actions. 

“Y/n” he starts, his voice deep and as serious as he looks, you don’t know if he’s going to reprimand you or not. “Where do you go in the morning before work?” he asks and a chuckle bubbles out your throat “Kunikida, here I thought you were going to kiss me but instead you wanted to ask me about my morning ritual? Come with me in the morning and you can see” he nods, his cheeks pink “okay I will” he says and then picks you up easily into his arms “what are you doing? Oh god please don’t drop me” he chuckles as you cling to him and doesn’t say anything as he carries you upstairs to your bedroom, tucking you in and kissing your forehead, successfully confusing the hell out of you as you watch him leave your room “we’ll talk over breakfast. Get a good rest” he says as he closes your door behind him.  

The next morning you’re up a little earlier than usual, excited to have Kunikida accompany you before work. You dress in a dark green pencil skirt with a cream blouse tucked in and black heels. You layer a couple long gold necklaces, making sure to avoid the still red and bruising marks, and put on some matching earrings, you style your hair up in a neat bun, leaving out a few whispies to frame your face.  You put on a little makeup to accentuate your features before leaving your bedroom and taking along your clothes to drop off at the cleaners. When you get downstairs Kunikida is already there, pouring you a cup of coffee. 

Your stomach flips when you see him, your breath hitching as you watch him pour the coffee into your travel mugs. You feel your face flush as he looks up to you in the doorway “goodmorning Y/n” he says, setting the pot down and walking over to you. He reaches out and gently takes your chin in his hand, tilting your head back to examine your neck. “Let’s put more medicine on this, it will probably take away some of the pain.”

 “Should I sit on the counter again?”  your voice was low and teasing, your hand coming up to rest on his chest. His heart beat is so loud in his ears he hopes you can’t feel it under your palm on his chest. 

Your breath hitches as you gaze up at him, his eyes flicking to your lips as you stand close together in the kitchen. “Yes that might be wise” he says and places his hands on your hips as he leads you around to the island behind him, your butt bumps into the counter and he swiftly lifts you back to the countertop. You chuckle, steadying yourself by holding his shoulders. 

“I’m starting to think you like me up here” you tease, smiling at him, the height of the counter making you almost eye to eye. 

His cheeks dust a light shade of pink as he pushes up his glasses, “i’m just trying to take care of you since it was my ribbon that did this to you” 

He gently grabs your chin again, looking into your eyes for a moment, the tension in the air thick as you smiled sweetly, his tongue wets his bottom lip and your eyes flick down to them, when you look back up at him his eyes are dark and you can tell he wants to kiss you, a soft chuckle escapes your lips and it seems to shake him out of it. He turns your head gently and grabs the neosporin. 

“Thank you Kunikida. I’m sure i will heal quicker because of your care.” you whisper as he begins on the other side. “I surely hope so.” he states. Your hands are on your lap as you play with your fingers, waiting patiently for him to finish.  

“Are you ready to see what I do in the morning?” you ask when he finishes his work, your eyes finding his again. He nods “yes, I am truly excited to go with you.” You place your hands on his shoulders and slip off the counter, pressing yourself against him you stand on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek “thank you. For the care and the coffee” You use your thumb to softly wipe the lip gloss from his cheek before slipping past him, grabbing your coffee and slipping your bag across your shoulder and grabbing last night's clothes. 

You take a sip of your coffee and then smile at him “Ready?” you ask and he nods, your bright smile making his heart race as he picks up his coffee and bag and follows you out of the kitchen.  

You walk the opposite direction from the office and he quirks his eyebrow at you but says nothing as he follows, his stomach in nervous excited knots. He takes a sip of his coffee, hoping the hot bean liquid would help him relax.

 After you drop off your clothes you take him to the bread shop a few blocks away, getting a bagel for breakfast where he opted for a croissant. You showed him your favorite building, a small home that was ancient and still standing surrounded by the tall glass buildings and businesses. You stopped for a moment to talk to the lovely old lady who lived there, she was always tending her flower garden when you passed in the morning and you became good friends with her. 

“Who is this? Your sweetheart?” she asks and you chuckle “This is Kunikida, we work together” you say with a small smile and she looks at you knowingly “Oh honey if i had a coworker who looked at me the way he looked at you,” she doesn't finish the sentence, she just sends you a pointed look causing your cheeks to flush as you chuckle, Kunikida just watches you with a smile, loving how cute you look when you blush.

The next stop was the park, since it is the spring the flowers are in bloom and it all looks pretty, you sit down at your usual bench that overlooks the majority of the area, the sun in the sky warming your shoulders as the shadows of the trees dance across your features, Kunikida sits by you, drinking in your presence as he watches you truly enjoy every moment you are in. 

“You said we would talk today. Is now a good time or maybe later during lunch? That is if we don’t get last minute missions” you finish your coffee and place your cup in your bag. He sighs, looking out across the park and he pushes up his glasses “You have perplexed me.” he says you laugh, a little confused. You turn to him and watch him, waiting for him to continue. 

“I am my ideal. Ideals that mean everything. I have my protocol and I stick to it no matter what. Everything is planned, work is structured. It is how I thrive. I have these ideals and requirements. But then you joined the group and slowly you have captured my heart.” he turns his head to look into your eyes now, they are full of raw emotion that leaves you speechless. 

“Kuni-” he takes your hand and it silences you “My list” he says and reaches up to wrap your whispies around his finger “all it has on it now is you”

Your heart stops and your breath catches as he confesses his feelings, this man who is all ideals and protocol, who you have been in love with since you started working with, who you never thought you would have a chance with, is holding your hand and telling you that his only requirement for a partner, is that it is you. 

“What about your list of 58? This is very unlike you Kunikida” you whisper, your heart going positively wild at his confession, you never thought he would be the one to change part of his ideal. It was completely out of character. “You are hundreds, thousands of things that make my life sweeter. Who needs 58 when you give me all” your breath catches and he leans down, pressing his forehead into yours. 

“Please tell me you feel this too” you chuckle, your hand coming to rest on his cheek “I feel this too. Kunikida I-” he captures your lips with his, a kiss that has been built up with tension over the past few days, you sigh and reach up, your hand ghosting over his cheek and neck before landing on his pony, wrapping the strands around your fingers. His free hand is cupping your cheek gently, his fingers brushing against your skin as his tongue brushes against your bottom lip, you sigh as you touch your tongue to his, the feeling of electricity coursing through your veins. 

Your phone beeps and you groan, pulling back from him as you look down at it, reading the message that has come through, his hand was still playing with your hair.“What is it?” you sigh and look up at him, forgetting about how close your faces were until your noses brushed “Dazai says to come in as soon as possible so we should go now-” he pecks your lips softly and stands, pulling you up with him

“Always more work to do” he says and you smile, he was right as per usual. He holds out his hand and you take it with a smile, lacing your fingers together as you continue your walk. “Are we going to tell the others?” You ask, really unsure yourself about what was best “yes. There will be paperwork to do but I’ve had it on my desk for a while now” you chuckle “you have?!” He nods “ Dazai gave them to me. He knew how I felt before I did” you laugh “Dazai always knows. He caught me looking at you once and I had to promise him if you didn’t feel the same that I had to help him with his suicide mission, just so he wouldn’t tell you my feelings first”  you both make mental notes to talk to Dazai. You stop outside the doors and pull him down into another soft kiss, when you pull back you smile up at him and he chuckles “be safe today” he says as he looks over your neck again and you nod “yes sir” you say and chuckle at the emotion that flashes in his eyes you lean forward “i wish we had to time to explore that. Too bad we have to work” you kiss his neck and then pull back, opening the door and walking into the building chuckling. Daizai watching with a knowing smirk from the window above.

[midnightcradle]

Fears Headcannons

Here’s some headcannons of the Ikevamps with an MC with a fear of thunderstorms, ghosts, the dark, and bugs. Hope you enjoy!

Thunderstorms

Theo

Theo understands your fear all too  well. He has his own fear of cats, after all.

 When a pretty bad thunderstorm hits and he notices your hands shaking, he knows exactly how you’re feeling

Without asking any questions, he takes your hand

Theo gathers an assortment of blankets and pillows on the way to his destination

He leads you right to the cellar of the mansion and ignores your questions

He sets up the blankets and pillows in a corner and flops down, tugging you down with him

“You’re scared of thunderstorms, right? It’s not as loud down here.” He opens his arms wide, “So I’ll cuddle you for as long as you need.” 

He’ll play with your hair and distract you with stories from his childhood

You and Theo stay down in the cellar together for quite some time, even after the storm has passed

Mozart

Mozart finds thunderstorms incredibly annoying

The cracks of thunder disturb him while writing music and while playing 

He’ll roll his eyes and seek inspiration for his music elsewhere

This leads him right to your room

He’s surprised to see you in bed with the covers over your head. Sleeping this late in the day?

When he calls your name, you let out a yelp

Only then does he realize what’s going on

Just like you helped him overcome his fear of carriages, he wants to help with your fear

He’ll lead you right back to the music room and sit you down at the piano bench beside him

Mozart will play you your favorite songs in hopes of distracting you from the thunder and lightning

He’ll even teach you to play a few simple songs

Vincent

Vincent very much enjoys thunderstorms

Dark clouds and heavy rain make him feel at peace somehow

But when you come into his room with tears streaming down your face, he’d do absolutely anything for the storm to go away

Vincent doesn’t really have any fears, so it’s difficult for him to understand your fear

Despite this, he’ll comfort you however he can

He’ll pull you to his chest and tell you to listen to his heart beating instead of the thunder

Kisses, cuddles, and sweet words will distract you from the storm outside

Ghosts 

Arthur

Theo thought it would be funny to tell you that the mansion is haunted one night as he passed you by in the hallway

It was a joke, of course. Or was it?

Joke or not, you're now on edge

While cleaning up in the library, you hear the floor creak behind you and a shriek escapes your lips

“Sorry, luv. Didn’t mean to scare you.” Arthur gives you an apologetic smile as he wraps his arms around you

Arthur didn't think much of it. He thought he just happened to startle you

But as days go by, he notices that you're acting differently. 

One night he decides to visit your room to ask you about it

His footsteps echo in the empty hallway, and when he stops outside your door he hears a whimper from inside.

“Darling, are you alright?” He opens the door and is surprised to see you in bed with a blanket over you

“Oh, Arthur! I thought you were a ghost.” 

“So ghosts have been distracting you this whole time? I’m rather jealous.” He frowns

That night he decides to lavish you with love, leaving no room for anymore thoughts of those pesky ghosts

His name is all you’ll be thinking about

Dazai

Dazai had no idea you were afraid of ghosts until he told a ghost story

He took your silence as interest, and told the scariest story he could come up with

It wasn't until he finished that he realized the fear in your eyes

“Toshiko-san, it was only a story. Like a fairytale.” He reassures you, but the damage is done

His story has made you paranoid as can be, flinching at every little noise you hear

Dazai feels guilty, of course, and decides to take you on a date into town

He does everything he can to take your mind off of the ghost story

He’ll take you on an extravagant tour of Paris, showing you every nook and cranny

At the end of the day, you’re so tired and content with your date that you forget all about the spooky story

Once you’re asleep in his arms, he’ll stroke your hair and whisper a sincere apology

Shakespeare

Shakespeare’s place is a little eerie, especially at night

Strange things seem to happen, too

One night while enjoying your tea, a book falls from its place on the table

Another night it’s the sound of something moving around upstairs that startles you

Shakespeare doesn't think much of it, but your mind starts to spiral

The breaking point is your teacup falling and shattering, when no one was anywhere near it

“Shakespeare,” You grab onto his sleeve nervously. “Your house isn’t haunted, is it?”

Your question makes Shakespeare laugh

“Forgive me, my dear. But you needn’t worry.” He stands and crosses the room to pick something up

And settles down a warm furry bunny onto your lap

“This is Puck. No ghosts at al, just a naughty bunny” 

He sits beside you and pets your hair while you pet Puck

The Dark  

Comte

Comte picks up on your likes and dislikes pretty quickly

He strives to make you comfortable and happy

He notices that at night you always carry a candle while walking the hallways

Almost instantly, he has more lanterns installed in the hallways 

He gifts you the most beautiful candelabra for your room, with lavender scented candles to go with it. All with the hopes of easing your fear of the dark

And when you spend the night in his room, he keeps a couple of candles lit throughout the entire night

“I hope these candles will make you feel more at ease, ma chérie”

“I always feel at ease. And it’s not because of the candles, it’s because of you” 

Napoleon

Napoleon thinks your fear of the dark is pretty cute

Especially because of the way you cling to him at night

But in order to help you conquer your fear, he tries to put you in situations that might help

He’ll take you on long walks at night

He doesn't mind how hard your grip his hand, or how many times you need to be reassured that everything’s okay

He’s there to show you that the dark can't hurt you and that there’s nothing to fear

At the end of the night, he’ll reward you and show you that good things can happen in the dark 

Isaac

Isaac doesn't really understand your fear

He’ll ask you to tell him about it, and he’ll listen intently as you explain your fear

Even though talking about your fear out loud makes you feel ridiculous, Isaac reassures you that there’s nothing to be ashamed about

Ever since learning about your fear, Isaac makes sure that he’s there for you whenever you have to face the dark

Everyday he’ll make sure he’s by your side before nightfall

When it’s already dark out, he’ll meet you in your bedroom so you don’t have to walk to his room in the dim hallway

To make you feel more comfortable at night, he’ll leave the window wide open to let the moonlight in

And if that’s not enough, he’ll pepper your cheeks with kisses to distract you from your fear

Bugs 

Sebastian

Your fear of bugs doesn't go unnoticed by Sebastian

While gardening together, you can’t help but scream when a bee buzzes by your ear

And when a beetle nearly lands in your hair, you’re nearly in tears

Sebastian does his best to calm you down by telling you these bugs won’t harm you

He sends you back inside where it's safe from all the bugs

He’ll prepare you a snack and a cup of tea to calm your nerves

Sebastian promises that he won’t let any bug come near you while he’s around

Jean

Jean heard your scream coming from the library and he bolted 

He went in with his hand on the hilt of his belt, prepared to fight anyone who would dare make his Mademoiselle scream like that

He lets out a sigh of relief to see you unharmed and alone in the library

“What is it, Mademoiselle?” He asks

His heart drops once more when he notices the tears in your eyes

“Spider,” you manage to say 

The spider in question is nothing but a daddy long leg, but Jean fixes a stern look on his face 

“You’ve frightened her.” He’ll pick the spider up and set it back down outside

You can count on Jean to get rid of any bug in your path

Leonardo

Leonardo had brought a walking stick bug into his room after finding it outside

He made a quick sketch of it and let it crawl on his hand and up his arm

When you came into his room, you smiled and him and walked closer to see what he was sketching

“A bug?” Your smile quickly turns into a frown

“It’s called a phasmatodea. See?” He gestures with his chin to where the bug rests on his arm

You let out a gasp and nearly fall over in your haste to get away

“Cara mia? What’s wrong?” 

You dash out of his room without replying

“Sorry, buddy. It seems like she’s afraid of you.” Leonardo chuckles and takes the bug back outside to where he found it

Even though the bug is long gone, you refuse to enter his room for nearly a week

He doesn’t mind, though. He’ll wait as long as it takes for you to feel comfortable again

It just means that he gets to spend more time in your room for a change

[beneaththemasks]

Beast, Fifteen, Dead Apple and Fyodor´s ability put togheter

The first time I watched Bungou I didn't pay much attention to be honest and that lead me to committing a big mistake and that big mistake is what brings me here today.

This is a theory I´ve been working on for a long time now.

Before anything else I have to tell you that this is something I came up with entirely by myself, I don´t know if anyone has already written something similar to this, so any similitude is pure coincidence.

DISCLAIMER: this contains spoilers from the manga and light novels and is quite long, so read at your own risk.

Any hateful comment will be simply ignored, this is just something I'm sharing with you because it makes sense to me and I want to know what you think.

Please excuse my english if it gets bad at times since it isn't my first language.

Let´s begin:

I´ll start talking to you about some guy named “Randou” who was presented in the light novel ''Fifteen” as the responsible for the mafia´s predecessor return and the Arahabaki incident.

For those of you who don´t remember him, here´s a picture.

Ok so, you might wonder why I'm bringing him up.

If he was supposed to be a forgettable face from the beginning, another extra character in the story, then why didn´t I forget him? Why do I mention him before anything?

The answer is simple: I can forget a face I´ve seen once or twice but not one I´ve seen thrice.

“What do you mean? we only saw the man one time” 

You´re totally right, however that wasn´t the case for me.

Confusing his face was the big mistake I made and the one that lead me to building this net of theories and clues that I'm putting together right here right now:

Even though the first time we see Fyodor´s face is at the ending of the second season and then again in Dead Apple, I remind you that I wasn't paying attention at all (like literally guys I already told you about how I would call tachihara “bad tanizaki” just because they looked the same to me). Due to my lack of attention, after finishing the “cannibalism” arc. and becoming more familiar with Fyodor´s face it occurred to me that he was the same guy involved in the arahabaki incident.

Why? because I can so I did.

My brain automatically assumed these guys were the same person just because they were dressed as if they were going to sleep on the top of the Everest for a whole month and because their faces were equally sad...

Of course, when I finished the anime and started reading the manga I was totally confused when Dazai asked Fyodor what his ability was, since I thought him and Randou were the same person, therefore I thought they shared ability.

After that I had to rewatch the whole anime and then realized how high I was when I watched it the first time.

But even when I managed to get the whole story right I still couldn't stop thinking about Randou, he was still a mystery, but more than the man himself, his story and the order in which they were presented by Kafka were somehow strange.

So after reading “Beast'' I came up with a few theories about the book being canonically in that alternate universe, because for me, even if Beast was supposed to be just a spin off written to promote the release of Dead Apple, it couldn´t be that and only that.

I just can´t accept  that “Kafka wrote a 200-page novel to promote a movie that had nothing to do with it when he was asked to just write a 50-page short story” because he just felt like doing it. I knew from the deep bottom of my heart that he was not the kind to write just for fanservice.

So I came up with this idea: “What if the release of Beast and fifteen are more important than we think?”

Despite the first time we see fyodor´s face being at the end of the second season, the first time we see him meeting Dazai, is during dead apple. However, he seems to be just an extra character, someone who doesn't seem to add much to the story at first sight (except for when he turns Shibusawa into a big dragon).

But if we think about it, the same happens with the mentioning of the book in “Beast” and with Randou´s appearance in “Fifteen”.

In these three stories, the book, Randou and Fyodor are like an app running in the background of your cell phone, they are responsible for some kind of event and or incident that we cannot see now but that eventually will go out to light.

These are all very small hints, but that's why it is important, the smaller the better.

We can´t forget that Kafka has always been a mastermind of hiding evidence in plain sight.

He wrote and published 3 stories at the same time  that have nothing in common and then used them to promote each other. He decided not to wait any longer nor release them earlier because they´re relevant to each other even when they don't seem to be. They are like a building in the middle of the city, we see it but we never get the chance to observe it because of all that's happening around it.

But as far as we know Randou dies at the end of fifteen. How could he possibly be related to Fyodor if they never met?

The importance here is not his death or them meeting, maybe not even Randou himself but what happened before his entrance to the PM and after his death.

As far as we know, Randou used to be an european spy tasked to investigate a powerful entity of power in japan and sent to steal it. However, during that mission he was betrayed by his friend who tried to kill him but is Randou who ended up killing him instead.

Nevertheless, in the story we never get to know why his friend betrayed him nor what is that so called “source of energy” that the japanese government has been secretly guarding.

we 

never

know

until now (?)

Towards the end:

What if that “source'' is actually the book itself and his friend tried to kill him to keep it for himself and escape with it? 

Even more important:

What if Randou, after killing his friend, decides to steal the book but forgets about it and it´s power after losing his memory in the Arahabaki incident? 

These explanations can perfectly fill a void we never even noticed was there: Randou dies without remembering that he has a very important item with him, which is the reason for which he was once chased by the GSS (an agrupation that is connected to the Guild who we already know was searching for the book as well) and the same Dazai could have stolen after the Port Mafia kept his belongings when he died.

Please please pleaaaaaaseeee finish the idea.

After writing for 2 days, tying knots and untying them, reading and rereading, remembering details and searching for others i couldn't remember, this is my final conclusion:

 Fyodor´s ability could be nothing more and nothing less than the book itself.

The proof of that being:

-All we know is his ability “Crime and Punishment” is presented as a perfect complement to one another. When he explains why Sibusawa´s mist didn't affect him he says “it´s because crime and punishment are good friends” which can mean that for one to appear, the other has to do something, that is to say, he has to commit a crime to receive punishment.

-We can assume that as someone whose objective is to free everyone from the sense of morality (as Gogol explains) he's the one to decide whether he commits a crime that deserves punishment or better said, his ability “the book” that can only function following the rules of karma.

 -He probably doesn't need to communicate with the outside at all and is trying to deceive Dazai since the plot is going according to his plans and to how he planned to write the story on that single page.

-We know he has a page since the beginning and he also knows everything that´s written on it (for example that sigma´s existence was written on it 3 years before) but it's never mentioned how he got it.

-He literally joined the Guild to search for that book (´cause it belongs to him).

-Despite everything, Dazai is not worried about his plans either (he says all he has to do is observe him) because he's confident that everything is gonna turn out in his favour (you can see the little bitch didn't mind sending Akutagawa to his own death) since he stole the book from Randou long ago.

-What Dazai could've done with the book is nothing more and nothing less than creating the “Beast”  universe after leaving the PM just to give Oda a proper farewell and because since he discovered the real power of that book he decided the best was to hide it.

However none of them can reveal any of this for obvious reasons.

Well I´ve nothing more to say, this is all I have for the moment.

 I know some of these ideas sound very complicated and even excessive, however in the end everything fitted perfectly to me (and I swear I came up with 3 different theories before putting this one together).

If you managed to read this far, thank you very much :,)

If you feel like commenting something feel free to do so :)

[ikev-mpire]

ikevam reaction to mc falling asleep on them

note: I know some suitors better than others and I think its pretty obvious who I made an educated guess for so if im wrong whoopsies ill figure it out at some point n 2 I tried to write them all in one style but I wrote them all at different times and some of them I just HAD a story in my head for that I couldn’t not use and some are a little repetitive but eeeek 

napoleon: he's in disbelief the first time you fall asleep on him, watching your chest rise and fall slowly as if to make sure you're really asleep. after about five minutes of him watching you sleep, he starts to feel a bit creepy and turns away from you. his cheeks flush bright red and he stares into nothing, spending a good few minutes trying to figure out what to do that wouldn't be too weird. eventually, he'd fall asleep right there with his head against yours where it lay on his shoulder and you'd sleep the rest of the night like that- at least until you got uncomfortable and moved in your sleep to lay down together, tangled up on the couch until morning. 

mozart: he'd stiffen up at the realization that you'd fallen asleep on his shoulder on his piano bench, sitting as still as he can so you don't fall off. his head would turn slowly to observe you for a moment before he decides the most respectful thing to do is gently shake you awake and reaches around to grab your shoulder (other arm winding around your waist to make sure you don't fall backwards) and carefully wakes you. for a moment, he's silenced, stunned by how soft you look when you're sleepy and then you jump back, cheeks red in surprise and he clears his throat, retracting his touch and laying his hands in his lap, turning to stare at his piano once more. "you shouldn't just fall asleep anywhere." he mumbles shakily, the tips of his ears flushed. "i don't want to have to wake you." 

leonardo: for a moment, he's smug. the fact that you feel relaxed and safe enough to fall asleep curled up in his arms as he carries you home (after somehow managing to sprain your ankle walking calmly on flat ground) is heartwarming, because that was exactly the kind of existence he wanted to be for you in this time. safe. he'd pause for a moment, staring fondly at your sleeping face before focusing back on getting you to your bed. when you awoke, suspiciously in your pajamas and curled within the blankets of your own bed, you'd surprise yourself to find Leonardo also in your bed, curled protectively around you and still in his clothes as if he was too tired to bother changing, or even leaving your room so he decided to go to sleep fully clothed in your room. "it's cute how easily you leave yourself vulnerable to me, cara mia." he'd tease, just looking for an amusing reaction (which he'd surely get.)

arthur: arthur would instantly freeze when he realized you'd fallen asleep on his chest, almost having the nerve to smirk before the weight of it set in. you trusted him that much? his heart would flutter and he'd get a cute little smile before pulling you into his lap to keep you warm as you slept and he worked. when you woke up and questioned him, his cheeks would tint pink and he'd tease, "how could you expect me to resist holding you when you fell asleep on me? looking that tempting, you're lucky that's all i did." 

vincent: vincent was kind enough to let you watch him paint when you found it hard to sleep at night, even allowing your head to lay on his shoulder peacefully as you relaxed. he wasn't particularly surprised the first time you fell asleep against his shoulder, smiling kindly and moving slowly to lay your head in his lap and cover you with his coat, continuing to paint with you sleeping peacefully in his lap. suddenly though, he'd feel a lot more inspired, often glancing down at your sleeping face to enjoy the way his heart fluttered at the sight of you.

theodorus: when he'd found you late at night, half asleep, trying to make a dent in a pile of laundry half the size of you, he'd rolled his eyes and grumbled something angrily under his breath before swooping you into his arms (despite any protest which he vehemently ignored) and starting to carry you back into your room. "i don't like my snacks left out to spoil." was all he said, bit in a rather monotone voice. and then all of a sudden it seemed, he glanced down at your silence to find you fast asleep, fists tight around handfuls of his shirt. he sighed, forcing his angry expression to linger in case you woke up and slowed his walk a bit to enjoy the weight and warmth of you in his arms. as soon as he reached your room, he laid you in your bed, pulled a blanket over you and awkwardly left. 

dazai: giggles (quietly) in delight when he notes your pouty, parted lips and closed eyes, carefully moving to wrap his arm around you, keeping you upright as you slept and he admired you for awhile- before ultimately going back to what he was doing before and waking you up in the process. "you looked cute, *insert nickname*, i feel inspired. go back to sleep on my chest so i'll be more inspired."

isaac: lowkey ready to explode when he sees you're asleep on him, cheeks flush bright red instantly and he stares at you silently as if trying to figure out a puzzle before slowly, carefully lifting you into his arms. if you start to wake up he WILL drop you rather than be embarrassed and then he will say he rolled you down the hallway rather than admitting that he was carrying you. if you stayed asleep, he'd peacefully take you up to your room and lay you on top of the blanket, starting to leave before turning back around and tossing your throw blanket over you (then leaving and reflecting on it all night) 

jean: fuckin, shooketh. eyes widen and he wonders if its real, why you would choose him to fall asleep on for a bit as he observed your cute sleeping face, before sighing and effortlessly raising you into his arms to take you back to your room and lay you down. he'd be observing you in disbelief the whole time, eyes flickering between you and the ground he walked on, wondering how you could be so sweet and innocent and trusting. he'd tuck you in carefully, brush a strand of hair off your forehead and make himself leave. might stand guard outside your room for a bit just to make sure you were completely safe before he went to bed himself. 

shakespeare: the instant you fall asleep he notices with a smile and a gentle hand on your shoulder, pulling you to curl up in his lap as he mumbled something beautifully poetic to himself, making note in his head to write it down later. he'd hold you in his lap as you slept, keeping you warm. he'd hold you there for a bit before he might get a little bored and shift in just a way that would wake you, faking an apology as he'd fondly scan your expression and stand up, offering to escort you home. 

comte: as soon as he noticed you'd fallen asleep on his shoulder he'd wrap you up in his arms, gently moving you into his lap to lay against his chest and holding you there for a few moments, eyes trailing over every inch of your face before he'd reach up to brush a strand of hair from your eyes. he'd have a gentle smile on his face, observing you in your peace before standing up, you in his arms, to go tuck you into his bed. he'd sit in his chair by your bedside and read until he fell asleep too.

sebastian: Sebastian would be quite surprised when he noticed you'd fallen asleep after being thrown over his shoulder, laying you in your bed and quickly making sure you'd be alright before writing a note and going to finish his chores. 'firstly, i don't want to see you out of your bed until i give you permission to get up, if you were exhausted enough to fall asleep over my shoulder. and second, the ease with which you fall asleep on men in a houseful of vampires is concerning. i hope you learn to control your sleep before you fall asleep on someone with less self-control than me.'

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Ikemen Vampire: Language of Flowers - Arthur

Flower: Sweet Alyssum

Meaning/Symbolism: Worth beyond beauty

Word Count: 898

Arthur is in one of those days again where he would barely leave his room. Writer’s block is the biggest fear of all authors, you know that very well, but you couldn’t quite believe it the first time you saw the great Arthur Conan Doyle suffer from it.

So for these occasions, you brew him the coffee beans you’ve grown yourself in one of the mansion’s gardens. Coffee beans normally grow exclusively on tropical regions, but if vampires can exist then making coffee beans grow on French soil is no impossibility. Especially if Leonardo Da Vinci himself does something about the soil and growing conditions for you as a favor.

You bring the freshly brewed coffee to Arthur’s room, only to find him fast asleep, his head resting on top of his manuscripts. You set the little tray down on his coffee table then took the seat next to him.

It should be illegal for anyone to be this gorgeous, you thought as you marveled on how handsome your lover is even in his sleep. Does Arthur even know how much of a temptation he is? Perhaps he does, he’s a notorious flirt after all and he sure as hell put into good use that pretty face he has.

You take off his glasses that he had fallen asleep on and moved his hair out of the way so you can have a better look on him. When Arthur is peacefully asleep like that… he looks more like the person he deliberately hides from everyone.

“Am I so dashing you can’t help but ogle me in my sleep?” Mischievous sapphire eyes peeked at you sleepily and a naughty smile crept up your lover’s pretty face. You thank the universe again and again for giving you the opportunity to call the man before you as yours.

“Oh please, Arthur. You’re more than dashing.” You tried to sound sarcastic, but you meant what you said.

Arthur may be magnificent and all, but there’s more to him than meets the eye. He may try to hide it behind a frivolous exterior, but you’ve seen through him a long time ago. That’s how you know that Arthur is even more beautiful on the inside. For you, who in your life has been saved countless times by stories, there’s nothing more noble and mesmerizing than a man who writes his stories just to make people smile.

You offer the still warm cup of coffee to Arthur. He took a sip, and his caffeine addiction quickly kicked in and the coffee was gone in a matter of minutes. Your lover had a satisfied expression in his face as he set down the empty cup on the coffee table. He went over you and scooped you up in his arms so he can take your seat and have you straddle on his lap.

“I always love your coffee, but the ones you’ve grown yourself taste so much better. I wonder why?” Arthur mindlessly ran a finger over the what little bare skin he can from your fairly modest blouse.

“I don’t know. Maybe because you know it’s grown by me? I bet you wouldn’t have noticed the difference if you didn’t find out I’ve been growing it.”

Unsatisfied, Arthur slowly began unbuttoning your blouse. “Just who do you take me for, luv? And the correct answer to the question is none other than…” in one swift motion, you felt his tongue run over the skin between your breasts, as though to give emphasis on his next words, “because you’re godly delicious as well.”

“Oh dear, don’t you think someone getting way too sidetracked from his writing?” You didn’t miss the fraction of a moment shift in his eyes, after all of all the people you’ve met in your life, Arthur has the most honest eyes.

“But luv, you’re the main course. It goes the other way round. I’m being sidetracked from you instead.” Arthur gently pulled you down into a hot, searing kiss. The movements of his tongue are clumsier than usual, so it was easy for you to tell that he hasn’t had a good rest in the last few days.

“How much left until you finish that manuscript?” You managed to ask in between kisses.

“Not much luv… just half a page and I’ll be done.” Arthur continued the assault of his lips on your neck instead.

“Then what about this, once you–mmmh, Arthur!” You yanked him off your skin so you can communicate your words better.

“Once you finish it, I’ll let you do anything you want with me today.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

Arthur had a devious grin as he took you up on your offer. You got off his lap and buttoned up your blouse.

“Luv, you spoil me too much. I would’ve had finished it today either way, and you know that.” Arthur gave you an affectionate peck on the cheeks before returning to his seat and getting back to work.

“You think so? Then just consider it as your reward for… being such a wonderful person, Arthur.”

Arthur just gave you a small incredulous smile, but you definitely heard him mutter under his breath. “I may be dashing, but I’m not wonderful at all, really.”

That’s when you decided you’ll carve appreciation into his heart later if that’s what it takes for him to realize his worth. Even if it makes him cry.

898 words... my bias really shows, huh.

More on this series:  [[Napoleon]] [[Mozart]] [[Leonardo]] [[Vincent]]  [[Theodorus]] [[Isaac]] [[Dazai]] [[Jean]] [[William]] [[Comte de Saint Germain]] [[Sebastian]] [[Vlad]]

[mnthpprt]

Chapter 5: First We Feast

[For those who are following my writing, you may have seen it doesn’t quite line up with the game’s timeline. I don’t want it to be exactly the same, but I do want to keep the core of the story. In this version, the events take place in 1894, and the main character is from 2020. Well, a version of 2020 without any of this Covid fuckery. I wanted to make a more realistic MC than the one in the game, whose actions rarely line up with my own. This MC is modern and feisty, and specifically written from the cultures I know best. While it might not be as relatable as most Ikevamp works, I can promise you all it is as authentic as it gets, kinda like a “what would I do” scenario if I was in MC’s situation. On top of that, there are several headcanons applied to the different characters, so if you have any, let me know and I will add the ones I like. Thank you for reading. This is my first public piece of writing so I am thrilled that some people are enjoying it already.]

Le Comte de Saint-Germain returns to the dining room, pulling me out of my thoughts just before the silence gets awkward. It is then that I realize that Sebastian is no longer standing next to me. I did not see him leave. Prompted by the nobleman’s return, all the other men take a seat around the large table. Once everyone is in place, I sit on one of the empty chairs beside le Comte, and look at him for validation. He smiles approvingly, and as if on cue, Sebastian reappears with a cart full of plates that he begins setting on the table.

My stomach growls at the smell. It is supposed to be around 4 in the afternoon - back in the present, at least - and I have ingested nothing but iced coffee all day. As Sebastian serves everyone, I softly nudge le Comte’s arm.

“I have so many questions I don’t know where to begin. Do you think you could...?” I inquire, before being gently interrupted by him.

“Of course, ma chérie, I will answer anything you want to know. After dinner, you can visit my study.” After dinner. Of course. My leg bounces under the table in a poor attempt to get rid of some impatient energy. Meanwhile, le Comte raises his voice, along with the glass of champagne that now sits in front of him. “It has been a while since most of us were gathered together to enjoy the evening like this, and I must say I greatly appreciate it. À votre santé!”

The rest follow his lead and all drink in unison. I, on the other hand, take my time eyeing and then sniffing the bubbly liquid. Though I am less jittery now, I still don’t trust these people. I have no way of knowing whether the mysterious door that led me here is truly impossible to open or if they are deliberately keeping me in this century. I soon conclude that the champagne is safe to drink. I’m sure it all came from the same bottle, so anything that might be in it would affect everyone else too.

I take a hesitant sip, not wanting to drink on an empty stomach. A pleasured sound escapes my lips. This is the best champagne I have ever tasted. Though I am tempted to have more, I decide to try the food first. I have no idea if this coq au vin could be drugged or poisoned, but at this point I am too hungry to care. My eyes go wide at the wonderful taste of the dish, and I dig in. More food follows soon after, which I rest from by taking more sips of champagne.

The rest of the banquet goes on like any other dinner would. I remain silent, my mouth busy chewing, and some small talk can be heard between the residents. When everyone is finished, le Comte speaks again.

“Thank you, Sebastian. What a wonderful meal.” He politely excuses himself as everyone starts to get up, and I follow close behind. “Anaïs. There is something I want to show you,” he tells me once we make it onto the hallway. I nod silently and walk along with him to his study.

Once inside, he gestures toward a large hourglass that sits on the floor by a fireplace. It looks like it was recently turned, the sand falling from it in a thin stream forming a small pile at the bottom.

“This is what measures when the door will open,” he explains, his voice low and gentle, like he is fully aware that he is delivering delicate information. “You are welcome to come in at any time to see its progress. As I mentioned before, it takes roughly a month for all the sand to fall. Sadly, during that time, you will be stuck here, in the 19th century. So will I. The door works in mysterious ways, but even I must abide by its rules.”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. So this is it. This is the thing keeping me from going home. For something so scary and frustrating, I find it surprisingly beautiful. I wordlessly shuffle closer and look at the lights reflecting off the curved glass surface.

“Comte?” My eyes remain on the stream of sand as I talk.

“Yes, ma chérie?”

“How does this work? How is any of this possible?” I breathe out. I do not expect an answer, for even if he had one, I doubt I would be able to comprehend it. “And the residents, are they really...?”

“Who they say they are? Yes. Tonight you met the real Vincent Van Gogh, the real Isaac Newton, the real Mozart. They arrived here the same way you did, through a time slip. I personally brought each of them back after they died.”

“What do you mean, after they died?”

Before he can answer, someone knocks on the door. Sebastian doesn’t wait to be invited to come in and stand under the frame, waiting.

“Oh? It appears your room is ready,” le Comte changes the topic. “Your belongings are already there. Good night, ma chérie.”

I take that as being dismissed, and I begrudgingly follow Sebastian out of the study, unsatisfied with my answers - or lack thereof. As we walk, a light piano melody floats through the hallway. That must be Mozart. I can’t help but wonder at how happy the music sounds in contrast to his attitude during diner.

We come to a halt in front of an open door. The bedroom inside is elegantly decorated, but ultimately simple, mostly consisting of whites and light pinks. My backpack sits on a plush ottoman by the bed, and my skates, still strapped together, on the floor below it. Next to me, Sebastian clears his throat.

“There is a nightgown on the bed for you. We shall get you some new clothes tomorrow so you have something else to wear. Not that there’s anything wrong with your outfit, in fact, I quite like it, but it might call unwanted attention in this century.” His casual statement surprises me.

“Wait, are you from the future too?” He does not seem fazed or offended by my tight jeans and cropped sweater, and having received a few strange looks from the other residents, I know that there is more than just discretion at play here.

“Yes,” he nods with a smile. “2013. Le Comte mentioned you yourself came from the year 2020, correct?”

“Yeah. It’s nice to know I’m not the only one who got literally stuck in the past. A lot has changed since 2013, too. I was just a child, back then. Back then? Can I say that if it’s 119 years in the future?” I notice I have started to ramble and trail off. Sebastian laughs. His presence in this mansion is somewhat comforting, and I am happy to know we have that in common, which makes me wonder. “Sebastian?” I hesitate to ask. “How did you end up here?”

“Unlike you, I came willingly.” I tilt my head as my lips form a quiet ‘oh’. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t that. “I was a historian in my time,” he continues. “I met le Comte while traveling and he invited me here. Of course, having spent my life studying these remarkable people, I could not miss the chance to meet them in person.”

That makes sense. I wonder if he knew then that he would not be able to come back, but from the way he speaks of the experience, I don’t think he minds.

“Huh. Now that I think about it, the only one I don’t know anything about is Dazai. His name sounds familiar, isn’t he a writer or something?” I am familiar with a couple modern Japanese authors, but anything before the 70s isn’t exactly available in the West, even in my time. Sebastian nods.

“He is one of the most important writers in Japan. I see the availability of his work in the rest of the world hasn’t changed much, huh? Lucky for you, I have an English copy of ‘No Longer Human’. You can borrow it any time you like.” I thank him with a smile before he continues. “As for the residents, there are two you have yet to meet that were not present at the banquet. Leonardo da Vinci and Jean d’Arc.”

“She’s here?” I perk up upon hearing the name. It has just dawned on me that staying for a month might pose certain feminine problems, and I welcome the idea of another woman to give me such advice. Sebastian’s laugh warns me like a stop sign before my hopes crash.

“He.” I stare blankly at him, failing to understand what he means by that. He must know what I’m thinking, because he goes on to explain. “Jean is a man. Historical records have a funny way of twisting the facts

“Damn it,” I quietly mutter. Regardless, I am still excited to meet them. I will have to talk to le Comte about my problem, though. It’s not like tampons have been invented yet. “Anyway, Sebastian, thank you for everything. I don’t want to keep you for too long.”

With another friendly smile, he wishes me good night and leaves me alone in my room. I close the door behind me, kick off my shoes and sit on the edge of the bed before fishing my phone from the backpack I brought with me. The screen says 17:02, but here it must be past midnight already. Between the over all shock and the fact that I am a night owl in my present, I wonder how I am going to sleep tonight. Who knew transtemporal jet lag could be such an inconvenience?

There is no signal, which isn’t surprising. Luckily, the battery is still almost full. I wonder how the other residents would react to seeing a smartphone. I doubt advanced technology would warrant the same kind of side eye Mozart gave me for my appearance. And then I wonder how I will get used to the corsets and big dresses that I will probably be wearing for the rest of the month. While I love the aesthetic of the period, I will have to learn to deal with the discomfort and limited freedom of movement.